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Chapter 146 I want to live a low-key life

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    The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the winter scenery looks like spring.

    At the beginning of winter, Zhao Hao, Qiaoqiao, and Ma Xianglan went to Xuelang for an appointment to climb the pagoda at Dabaoen Temple.

    Since they were entering a royal temple and climbing a glazed pagoda, in order to avoid quarrels, both women pulled up their hair, put on handkerchiefs, and men's dark clothes.  They looked like two handsome scholars.

    It seems to be because women disguise themselves as men and no longer have to guard women¡¯s reserve.

    Along the way, the two tomboys were very excited. They ran from the bow to the stern, pointing at the beautiful scenery along the way and chattering non-stop.

    Ma Xianglan is very knowledgeable. He talks about Mochou Misty Rain, Fenghuang Three Mountains, Xingcun Gujiu, Changqian¡¯s Hometownall of them in a casual way.

    Even Zhao Hao was deeply attracted by Ma Xianglan's elegant conversation and beautiful rhetoric. Although he pretended to read, he kept eavesdropping.

    Ma Xianglan was talking about ancient times with Qiaoqiao, but her eyes were fixed on Zhao Hao. When the boat arrived at Changqianli, she smiled and said: "Li Taibai wrote the song "Changqianxing" here when he traveled to Jinling, and he came riding a bamboo horse.  , go around the bed and play with green plums. Living together in Changqian, the childhood sweethearts guess"

    "I know, I know!" Qiaoqiao clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts."

    Speaking of this, Qiaoqiao glanced at Zhao Hao unconsciously.

    Zhao Haoan acted as if he hadn't seen it at all.

    But Ma Xianglan¡¯s next sentence almost shocked him into the river.

    "People today have also written a poem related to this place, but they don't let Li Taibai be the only one who is beautiful."

    ¡°Say it quickly,¡± Qiaoqiao urged excitedly, ¡°I¡¯ll see if it can compare to this one.¡±

    "It's too long, I'll just tell you about it." Then I heard Ma Xianglan say quietly: "Can I bear a thousand gold for a smile? After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting each other. There is no such thing as a brocade, and the beauty is on the long road  "

    "It's not as good as Li Bai, how wonderful it is to have childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts." Qiaoqiao didn't like this latter song.

    Ma Xianglan couldn't help but look at Qiaoqiao with envy, nodded with a smile and said, "I think so too."

    With that said, the two of them looked at Zhao Hao and asked in unison: "What do you think?"

    "Isn't this nonsense?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Who can compare to Shixian?"

    Qiaoqiao nodded, very happy that Zhao Hao had the same view.

    Seeing his embarrassment, Ma Xianglan covered her mouth and laughed.  But he stopped teasing her and won't tease her any more.

    ??~~

    Talking and laughing, before we knew it, we arrived at the dock of Dabaoen Temple.

    Since raising the money, Xuelang has devoted himself to the project of rebuilding Baoen Temple, but he has not seen Zhao Hao for a long time.

    This time Zhao Hao came as requested, Xuelang was naturally very happy and waited for him on the dock early.

    Looking at the two companions disguised as men next to Zhao Hao, he couldn't help but put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Donor Zhao has been compared."

    "But the mage is still better than them." Zhao Hao is a master of bickering and can beat up almost anyone of the same sex, so how could he let Xue Lang win over him.

    The two looked at each other, laughed, and walked side by side towards the temple gate.

    As he walked, Xue Lang took out an exquisite booklet from his sleeve, stuffed it into Zhao Hao's hand and said, "How about taking a look?"

    Zhao Hao saw that the book was made of blue silk printed with dark patterns of orchids, and was embroidered with three timeless and upright Zhao style characters "The Collection of First Sights".

    He curiously opened the title page and saw a line of eye-catching characters - 'If life is only like the first time you see it'.

    "Due to the construction schedule, the golden-bodied Arhat who promised the donor could not make it, so let's use this collection as a parting gift." Xuelang said quite proudly.

    Zhao Hao¡¯s eyes almost bulged, and he hurriedly looked through the contents at the back. Sure enough, they were all poems that had flowed out from him.

    There are almost a dozen songs before and after, including the latest one, "Green Grass Lives Before the Twelfth Floor".

    After each masterpiece, there are also appreciations from celebrities such as Xuelang. Zhao Hao even saw the names of Wang Shizhen, Hua Cha, Xu Zhongxing and others.

    Speaking of which, without these nearly a hundred pieces of appreciation, the dozen or so poems would not have been published in a single booklet

    "This, this" Zhao Hao looked at the brochure and then at Xuelang, feeling dumbfounded.

    "Donor Zhao, you don't have to be polite. No matter how busy the poor monk is, he will never forget my great cause of reviving the Ming Dynasty's poetry world."  He was willing to respond, but he only replied to the letter with an attachment a few days ago. Immediately afterwards, Taishi Hua and two of the seven later sons also sent their appreciation. The poor monk asked Jinling Bookstore toI revised the edition above and published the appreciation of these celebrities together with your new song "Die Lian Hua".  "

    "Make a price. How much will it cost to buy back all the engravings?" Zhao Hao asked with a wry smile.

    "It's too late." Xue Lang had a cunning smile on his face and spread his hands to the sky: "Just yesterday, the "First Meeting Collection" was put on the major bookstores in Jinling. Overnight, five  A thousand copies were sold out. Last night, the bookstore urgently printed another 10,000 copies. At this moment, they should have been sent to Susong, Hangjia and other areas"

    As if to prove Xuelang¡¯s words, Ma Xianglan accidentally dropped a book from her sleeve. It was the "Collection of First Meetings" that still smelled of ink.

    No wonder she knows the song "Green grass grows on the twelfth floor"

    Seeing that it was hard to recover, Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh: "I originally wanted to live a low-key life, but who would have thought that I would meet you, a thief monk"

    ¡°As long as the donor has figured it out.¡± Xue Lang was overjoyed when he heard this and said, ¡°We, the Ming Dynasty Poetry Circle, are waiting for you to stand up and take charge!¡±

    "Give me the money for publishing the book first." Zhao Hao stretched out his hand to him.

    "The poor monk originally planned to bear all the expenses." Unexpectedly, Xuelang also extended his hand to him and said: "Since Donor Zhao can't bear it, just pay me three thousand taels of publishing fees."

    "What? You publish a book and you still have to pay the bookstore?" Zhao Hao couldn't believe it.

    "Originally, I didn't want it. But it's a revision and it's urgent. How could they agree without adding money?"

    "Then once the book is published, who gets the money from the sale?"

    "Of course it's the bookstore." Xue Lang said matter-of-factly.

    "We can't get a share?" Zhao Hao pointed at himself.

    "Yes." Xuelang nodded.

    "Then what can I get?" Zhao Hao felt ridiculous.

    ¡°It¡¯s vulgar to say it¡¯s famous, and to say elegant it¡¯s prestige.¡± Xuelang blinked, patted his head and said, ¡°By the way, I forgot that Donor Zhao dislikes being famous.¡±

    With that said, he withdrew his hand and sighed: "The poor monk should bear the cost himself."

    "What do you mean, it seems like I owe you a favor?" Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I must change this bad habit so that people can make money by writing books and make a lot of money!"

    "Alas, Donor Zhao has become vulgar again." Xuelang sighed softly, stopped and said, "Please climb the tower and let me, the Buddha, purify your soul."

    Only then did Zhao Hao suddenly realize that he had unknowingly arrived under the pagoda that reached the sky and was covered with glass.

    It was also the first time for Ma Xianglan and Qiaoqiao to admire the glazed pagoda at such a close distance.  The three people stood at the foot of the tower and saw that it was more than a hundred feet high and reached straight into the sky.  Five-color colored glaze, synthetic crown.  Golden orbs, shining on the clouds and sun!

    I only feel my own insignificance and the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, and I want to worship

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