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Chapter 75 What is Ma Lan?

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    Qiao Qiao brought the tea, and Zhao Hao saw that the tea soup was clear and bright, with a greenish-purple color and a faint aroma of orchids.

    After taking a sip, my mouth felt sweet and refreshing. It was indeed a famous tribute tea.

    He then shook his head and said to Xuelang: "I am most afraid of trouble. You must not cause trouble for me."

    "Well, I'm afraid it's troublesome to find the donor." Xuelang also took a sip of tea, but frowned slightly without noticing, and put down the tea cup.  He smiled bitterly at Zhao Hao and said: "To be honest, the song "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Donor Zhao has been sung on the banks of the Qinhuai River. I can hear it at least a dozen times when I go boating on the river every night. It is the most memorable song in the world.  It makes people's ears calluses."

    "Uh" Zhao Hao was ashamed when he heard this. He didn't expect that Wang Guowei's masterpiece would be turned into a song by these guys.

    Well, he himself is the culprit.

    "However, no matter how good the words are, you will get tired of them if you listen to them too much." Xue Lang said with envy: "Many famous female historians of the Qinhuai River have come to the poor monk to invite the young master to visit Qinhuai at night."

    ¡°Pfft¡­¡± Zhao Hao almost spit a mouthful of tea onto Xue Lang¡¯s face.  "I'm still growing at a young age"

    "Of course the poor monk knows that Benefactor Zhao doesn't want to be in the limelight." Xue Lang explained hurriedly: "So I helped you out of the way and didn't reveal your address. Otherwise, I'm afraid your house would be filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sound of birdsong."

    "Cough, cough, cough" Zhao Hao coughed and his face turned red. He didn't know what he was thinking.

    Qiaoqiao hurriedly patted him on the back, and at the same time dug into the unruly monk with her eyes.

    "Actually, everyone in Jinling now knows that your Zhao family hates Gao Gong." Xuelang didn't realize it at all, so he advised himself: "Why should Benefactor Zhao bother you? It's better to follow the poor monk Youyou in the forest.  , being a leader of the poetry circle can also be remembered forever."

    Zhao Haoxin said it¡¯s okay, you didn¡¯t persuade me to become a monk with you.

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    To be precise, I won¡¯t be able to stay for three months.  But this obviously cannot be said too accurately.

    But even these words still made Xue Lang laugh dumbly and said: "Donor Zhao is too optimistic. Even though the poor monk is from outside the country, he also knows that Gao Xin Zheng is the emperor's teacher who is highly respected by the current Holy Emperor. As long as His Majesty is here for one day, Gao  Xinzheng will not fall."

    "That's not necessarily the case." Zhao Hao shook his head firmly and said: "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. I still look forward to Mr. Xu Ge who has made great contributions to the country and is supported by hundreds of officials."

    "Tacky, it's too tacky to talk about these flies and dogs." Xuelang suddenly covered his nose and said, "I'm disappointed, so I'll say goodbye today."

    ¡°That¡¯s really what you want.¡± Zhao Hao hurriedly stood up and saw him off.

    "The poor monk will come again." Xuelang didn't make him happy for long.

    "You'd better tell me what day it is." Zhao Hao sent him to the gate of the hospital.

    Xuelang stood still and looked at Zhao Hao expectantly: "The donor wants to entertain the poor monk? I can eat the vegetarian food on the side of the pot"

    "Uh" Zhao Hao was going to say, you come here and I'll hide out, but Xuelang choked him so much that he couldn't speak.

    Fortunately, Xuelang suddenly remembered something else, slapped his forehead and said, "Look at this poor monk's memory, he actually forgot about the important matter!"

    Zhao Hao looked at Xuelang inquiringly, not believing that Monk Jin could have anything serious to do.

    Then I saw Xuelang taking out a sandalwood box the size of a bookcase from under his wide cassock.

    Zhao Hao's eyes almost popped out. He couldn't figure out how this guy could hide such a big box under his cassock and still be able to move freely.

    Xue Lang then said with a look on his face: "It's just a small skill, it's not worth mentioning."

    After saying that, he handed the wooden box to Zhao Hao with careful hands and said: "This is the letter written by the female historians of Qinhuai to you. I hope you will reply."

    Zhao Hao curiously opened the wooden box, and a strange fragrance immediately hit his nostrils.  He pulled it casually, and there were at least twenty or thirty letters.

    "How come you, a monk, are so familiar with them?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but asked curiously.

    "Isn't this normal?" Xue Lang said matter-of-factly: "I don't know how many poetry gatherings I participate in throughout the year. And if there are no female historians to join in the poetry gatherings, who else will participate?"

    "Uh" Zhao Hao didn't know how to complain for a while.

    "What's more, the literary talents of many female historians of Qinhuai are even better than those of men. Even a poor monk would not dare to say they are the best."

    "Really?" Zhao Hao looked at Xue Lang's clear and unadulterated eyes and actually believed what he said.

    ?"Then I'll trouble you, Donor Zhao, to write a reply. The poor monk will come back to collect the letter in a few days." Xuelang was willing to be the messenger and said goodbye with his hands clasped together.

    ??~~

    In the west room, Zhao Hao closed the door tightly and neatly arranged the letters in the box one by one. There was actually a table full of them.

    Zhao Hao laughed silently, extremely proud.

    Although he did not intend to deal with those Qinhuai famous prostitutes, the feeling of being sought after by others was really great.

    I guess in dozens of lifetimes, not so many girls have written to themselves, right?

    Zhao Hao looked at the unfamiliar names on the envelope, such as Zheng Yanru, Jing Pianpian, Zhu Taiyu, Qi Jingyun He was extremely vain, but at the same time he felt a little regretful.

    "It's a pity that I was born too early and have no fate with Qinhuai Bayan, otherwise I could make an exception or something"

    "If Monk Xuelang knew that Zhao Hao didn't take these female historians seriously, he would probably vomit blood directly.  Anyone who can talk to Xuelang and open her mouth to ask him to send a message is not a famous prostitute on the Qinhuai River who is both beautiful and beautiful. She is a popular star that the dignitaries all over the world flock to!

    But there is no other way. There are only eight famous prostitutes who can leave their names in history and be remembered by people hundreds of years later.  The rest can only be forgotten in history, and no one cares about them as they age

    When Zhao Hao grew up, the number of famous prostitutes in Qinhuai River had changed. Of course, he was no longer interested in the 'popular female history'.

    After satisfying his vanity, Zhao Hao stretched out his hand and pulled, and those envelopes, which were either elegant or fresh, fell into the wastepaper basket beside the table like dumplings.

    An envelope with a light ink orchid painted on the cover stubbornly fell outside the wastebasket.

    Zhao Hao had no choice but to bend down and pick it up, preparing to throw it into the basket.

    While waving, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the name on the envelope and stopped involuntarily.

    "Ma Xianglan"

    Zhao Hao read out those three words, and the names of the eight women appeared in his mind.

    Liu Rushi, Gu Hengbo, Ma Xianglan, Chen Yuanyuan, Kou Baimen, Bian Yujing, Li Xiangjun, Dong Xiaowan!

    "There is actually a peer of the same age." Zhao Hao smiled faintly.

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