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Chapter 83 The hot Xuelang Monk

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    Inside the delicious restaurant.

    Amidst the exclamations, everyone rubbed their eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

    But they saw the girl standing on the piano platform, bowing slightly toward them. Her figure was as slender as a weak willow tree, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as the early orioles on a willow tree in spring.  Although she is not a stunning beauty, her expression is cheerful, elegant and refined, making people feel happy just looking at her.

    "If it's not Ma Xianglan, a Qing Dynasty man who is rarely seen by the Qinhuai River, who is it?"

    "These literati and wealthy wealthy people are mean at heart. The less they can see and touch the flowers, the rarer they are.  At this moment, when they saw Ma Xianglan, who had always rejected them, actually appeared in this small restaurant, they suddenly felt unreal.

    "Pinch me, are you dreaming? Hey, don't really pinch me!"

    "I know, it must be Master Xuelang who invited Miss Ma here." Someone touched his palm and said, "As expected of Master Xuelang, he can actually invite Miss Ma to come."

    "The Nu family is not a guest invited by the Master," but Ma Xianglan lightly opened her red lips and said with a voice like an oriole: "I am the piano player of this restaurant."

    "Huh?" Everyone was shocked from ear to ear. They didn't expect that she was invited by the owner of this small restaurant.

    Someone immediately said loudly: "Miss Ma, no matter how much money they pay, I will pay double to invite you to sing at my house!"

    "I'll pay three times!"

    "Five times!" These wealthy Wuling youths became competitive regardless of the occasion.

    "My boss didn't pay for it, so I came to play the piano voluntarily." But I heard Ma Xianglan smile and say, "Please don't argue. If you want to hear Xianglan play the piano, just come and enjoy it."

    "As she spoke, she sat down and gently clasped the strings. As soon as the music sounded, all the scribes quieted down and each found a place to sit down and listen to the music.

    "This horse girl is really dedicated" Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but admire the other shopkeeper in a low voice: "As long as she is here for a day, the food is so delicious that there is no need to worry about business."

    "Hey, who knows how many days they can come?" Shopkeeper Fang couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't believe that a famous Qinghuan from Qinhuai could stay in this small Caijiaxiang for a long time.

    ??~~

    Xuelang was forcibly dragged into the elegant room called "Chun" upstairs by Gao Wu.

    Zhao Hao had been waiting there for a long time, looking at this hateful bald man with his arms folded and a dark face.

    "Donor Zhao, why are you doing this?" Xuelang straightened the folds of his brocade cassock and asked strangely: "Is there anything you can't say below?"

    "What are you doing?" Zhao Hao glared at him and said, "I asked you to help invite the gourmets to dinner, but I didn't ask you to invite people to hold a cultural conference!"

    "How can inviting someone to a meal be like holding a conference?" Xue Lang said matter-of-factly: "As a poor monk in Jinling City, he never attends dinner parties, let alone invites people to dinner. He is vulgar and vulgar."

    ¡°You still want to eat Guobian vegetarian that day¡± Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and believed his big-headed ghost.

    "Of course Donor Zhao is an exception." Xue Lang smiled and interrupted: "Besides, how can a poor monk neglect the things that Donor Zhao has ordered? The dozens of people invited today are all carefully selected.  Yes. You love to eat, you are rich, you have many friends, and they are all famous. If you can conquer them and let them help you become famous, this delicious food will become famous in Jinling overnight!"

    "That's pretty much it" Zhao Hao's expression brightened slightly and he looked at the sky outside. It was still early at noon.  "Then go and greet them. I'll ask the shopkeeper to start dinner early."

    "As the owner of the store, Zhao Shima actually doesn't want to show up?" Xue Lang's eyes widened.

    Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him again, thinking that it would not be over until the monk tricked him to death.

    But today, he still had to count on Xuelang to help support the show. He had no choice but to be patient and smirked at Xuelang: "The monk is so ignorant. Do you think they will be really happy when they see me?"

    "How can you be unhappy?" Xue Lang asked in confusion: "Every time the poor monk sees Benefactor Zhao, he feels extremely happy from the bottom of his heart."

    "Ahem, that's you." Zhao Hao had no choice but to blather patiently: "Because you are a monk, you are not competitive and have no ambition for fame and fortune, but those lay people downstairs are young, energetic and competitive, if you let them  You know, "Die Lian Hua" was made by a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old kid, so they must be very disappointed."

    "Even if it is inevitable to be disappointed." Xue Lang nodded with deep understanding and said: "Even the poor monk, after reading the five poems of the donor Zhao, felt that he should not call himself a 'poetry monk' in the future.  .¡±

    "That's not necessary, I called you." Zhao Hao coughed dryly and finally said: "When they are lost, they will not be satisfied with their food. So what about the delicious food that I worked so hard to prepare? Isn't it a secret?"

    "It makes sense, it makes sense." Xue ?He couldn't help but nod his head and said: "It's the poor monk who thought poorly. Donor Zhao was right not to show up."

    "Right." Zhao Hao wiped his sweat secretly, opened the door and pushed Xuelang out and said, "Go and help me greet the guests."

    "Wait a minute, the poor monk has one more thing to say." Xuelang walked to the door, but suddenly stopped and said:

    "It's okay for Donor Zhao not to show up, but please give me a poem to enhance today's poetry meeting."

    "Don't you still have five more songs?" Zhao Hao pressed harder.

    Xuelang held the door frame with both hands and said, "Those five poems were like the stars last night. Please give me the best, Zhao, to bloom again today."

    "I told you, I can't compose poetry." Seeing that he was not as strong as this handsome monk, Zhao Hao gave up and closed the door in frustration.

    "Donor, the poor monk is also here to add more color to the poetry world of the Ming Dynasty." Although Xuelang did not dare to go in again, he was still chattering at the door: "I also ask the donor to give me a poem. The poor monk promises that within one month, no  Ask for more poems.¡±

    After a pause, he said a little rogue: "Otherwise, the poor monk will not go down."

    "Don't bother me for three months." Zhao Hao knew that he wouldn't be able to send this bald donkey away if he didn't bring something out today.

    "Deal." Xue Lang was overjoyed and wanted to go into the private room, but Zhao Hao slammed the door.

    In the private room, there are four treasures of the study, so that the diners can leave calligraphy treasures wherever they like.  Zhao Hao then wrote a random poem, handed it out through the crack of the door and said:

    "Take it and don't bother me again!"

    Xuelang felt as if he had found a treasure and couldn't wait to read it.

    "You are not just a bad person when you meet people, but you are also crazy, chivalrous and gentle. You are as brave as the moon in Qin Dynasty, and you send me love like the clouds on the mountain"

    "A good poem, a good poem, 'It shines on people's courage like the moon in Qin Dynasty, and sends my love like clouds over the mountains'. Donor Zhao is indeed a genius, and he has such a beautiful line at his fingertips."

    ??

    The Master¡¯s heart warmed and his face turned red, and he murmured to Zhao Hao in the private room: ¡°I¡¯m ashamed, the poor monk. I haven¡¯t done enough. The poor monk will care more about Benefactor Zhao in the future.¡±

    "Get off here!" Zhao Hao inside was heard saying frantically: "If you say any more nonsense, I will give this poem to someone else!"

    "That's not possible! The poor monk's name will go down in history because of this poem!" Xuelang was hit seven inches.  Fearing that Zhao Hao would regret it, he quickly put away the poems and notes and went downstairs as if he was running away.

    If people want to become famous through poetry, in addition to being a poet, they can also be friends of poets. Once mentioned by a poet in a poem, it will naturally become famous throughout the ages along with the poet's works.

    For example, Wang Lun, Li Guinian, Yuan Er and others.

    But what Master Xuelang doesn¡¯t know is that he can actually be famous for eternity on his own, and there is no need to rub off on Mr. Zhao¡¯s popularity.

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