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Chapter 499 The Red Mansion Poetry Society welcomes Mr. Zhao

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    Early the next morning, Zhao Hao and his party finally arrived at the long-lost Jiangdongmen Pier in Nanjing City after a long journey of twenty-four days.

    The official ship was still slowly docking, and Zhao Hao saw colorful flags fluttering on the pier, and at least two to three thousand people gathered.

    "What is this for?" Mr. Zhao asked strangely when he saw this.

    "What else can I do, welcome you?" Zhao Hao laughed and said: "My father is the first Ming Dynasty champion from Jinling City, and he also took the imperial staff. This is not a lot of people to welcome, right?"

    "When I think about it this way, I think it's a bit small." Fan Datong also shook his head from the side and said: "It takes tens of thousands of people to match the status of my brother."

    "Excuse me, I'm from Xiuning, but I have only stayed in Nanjing for more than ten years. And I was demoted from the capital." Zhao Shouzheng had a clear understanding of himself.  ¡°So many people are waiting for me to work, I can¡¯t bear it anymore.¡±

    Zhao Hao listened and suddenly thought of someone.  Wasn't the champion of the Wanli Dynasty named Jiao also a foreigner living in Nanjing?

    He seems to be in his late twenties, right?  Moreover, he is also a descendant of the Taizhou School, so he cannot be let go.

    ¡°Well, I have to take the time to chat with Li Zhi and see how to seduce him.

    ??~~

    While thinking wildly, the ship arrived at the dock.

    "Hurry up and fire the whip!" Commander Yu Jia gave the order, and the ninety-nine floor whips that had been prepared began to crackle.

    The sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and there were dragon and lion dances. The scene was really lively.

    On the pier, familiar faces came into view.

    Uncle Zhao Shouye, who has made a complete comeback, and Zhang Dongguan, the magistrate of Jiangning County, as well as Li Jiutian, Old Man Gao, Shopkeeper Fang, and the young and old men of Caijiaxiang.

    ?????????? as well as the directors, doctors, and supervisors of the Imperial College, representatives of the gentry and wealthy businessmen of Nanjing City, as well as the elders of Jiangning County who came to watch the fun.

    Who doesn¡¯t want to see the appearance of the world-famous top scholar?

    Seeing Zhao Shouzheng getting off the boat, the crowd surged forward, surrounded him in the center, and excitedly stretched out their hands to touch the new No. 1 Scholar, as it was said that in this way they could gain talents.

    ¡°In such a ¡®glorious¡¯ moment, Zhao Hao naturally would not join in the fun. He originally planned to get off the ship lateruntil he saw that shiny bald head.

    I saw Master Xuelang from Dabaoen Temple, wearing a snow-white monk's robe and a colorful cassock, with picturesque features and skin as good as snow, smiling and waving to him on the dock.

    Seeing Zhao Hao¡¯s attention, Xuelang waved his hand behind him, and immediately two Wuling teenagers held up an eye-catching banner:

    ¡®All the members of the Red Mansion Poetry Society respectfully welcome Mr. Zhao back home in fine clothes¡¯!

    Zhao Hao covered his face in shame, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

    Jiang Xueying¡¯s eyes from the three girls were focused on the two Qinhuai oirans Qi Jingyun and Zheng Yanru, as well as dozens of charming Qinhuai female historians behind them.

    The three of them were whispering to each other, not knowing what they were talking about.

    ??

    Seeing that he refused, Xuelang smiled faintly and took out a suona from under the Baibao cassock.

    Behind him, the men and women of the Red Mansion Poetry Society also took out their cymbals, bowls, and chimes, as if if you don't cooperate, we will play music.

    Zhao Hao looked at his father, who was enjoying the welcoming ceremony arranged by his fellow villagers.

    If the suona sounds, what will happen to him?

    Mr. Zhao nodded helplessly and slowly walked under the boat.

    Xuelang then ordered people to put away several powerful musical instruments, and instead asked several female historians to play welcome music with pipa and guqin to entertain the guests.

    ??~~

    When Mr. Zhao stepped off the deck, the Qinhuai women holding flower baskets rushed up to him and threw flower petals.

    Amidst the melodious music, Zhao Hao was immediately enveloped in a rain of colorful flowers.

    "Almsgiver Zhao, it's been a long time!" Xuelang went up to meet him, clasped his hands at him with a smile and said, "This young monk is really worried, and he is looking forward to it day and night."

    "How did you know I was coming back today?" Zhao Hao wiped away the petals that fell on his face depressedly.

    ¡°As Donor Zhao¡¯s number one fan, shouldn¡¯t I keep an eye on your whereabouts?¡± Xue Lang¡¯s eyes widened, with a matter-of-fact expression.

    At this time, Qi Jingyun from Zuo Lantai of the Poetry Club, and Zheng Yanru from right Nayan came forward with a smile on their hands and said good luck to Zhao Hao.

    Mr. Zhao also nodded politely to the two oirans.

    Then he saw Zheng Yanru holding a pink porcelain wine glass in front of him.

    "Please give me a drink of Jie Feng wine, sir."

      The stunning beauty smiled lightly again and lowered her voice and said: "I know you can't drink wine yet, so this is sugar water."

    "Thank you." Zhao Hao smiled gratefully, then took it with confidence and drank it.

    As expected, it is sweet and not spicy at all.

    After handing the wine glass back to Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun came forward with a gorgeous peacock feather and said charmingly:

    "The slave family dusts the dust for the young master."

    As she spoke, she used the bird feathers to gently brush Zhao Hao's head, shoulders, and ears.

    Unlike the elegant and elegant Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun¡¯s charm comes naturally, and she does not need to be artificial in order to have a captivating charm.

    But Mr. Zhao remained normal throughout the whole process, and other than feeling a little itchy, he didn't have any reaction.

    This made Zheng Nayan secretly frustrated, thinking that it seemed that Mr. Zhao was really out of his mind

    Does it really mean that 'I was born before you were born, and I was already old after you were born'?  Oh, what a pity.

    After receiving the wind and whisking the dust, another female historian came forward, took off Zhao Hao's shoes, and put on a brand new pair of dark flower soft-soled blue satin shoes for him. This completed the full soft-washing ceremony.

    Xuelang stepped forward and said to Zhao Hao with a sad look on his face:

    "Donor Zhao is not doing his job properly in the capital and has not written a single poem. This is really heartbreaking. Why are you wasting your talent like this?"

    "Well¡­¡­"

    Zhao Hao was just about to explain, but he heard Xue Lang thinking to himself: "I know that Donor Zhao is afraid of the attention of others. They focus on your gorgeous poems and don't pay attention to the science you want to promote."

    "Yeah." Zhao Hao pointed at Xuelang with his index fingers. That's right, brainstorming is the way to go.

    "But no matter how important science is, we cannot neglect art." But Xuelang turned around and said angrily: "Donor Zhao, have you forgotten your mission?"

    "What?" Zhao Hao was stunned, saving China's clothes?

    "Save the Ming Dynasty's poetry world!" Seeing that he had even forgotten his own mission, Xue Lang burst into tears.  "Donor Zhao, you are my fig leaf in the poetry world of the Ming Dynasty!"

    "Ah." Zhao Hao opened his mouth, thinking how arrogant he was.  "I also made two songs."

    Although no one knows who wrote the poem to Xiaozhuzi, at least the song about the opening of Weijixian must have reached Jinling, right?

    "The red clouds are coming from the sea, illuminating the banquet in my upstairs room. The green wine I drink is suddenly gone. Is the banished immortal in the building safe?"

    The building where the immortal was banished was a hundred feet tall, and a banquet was held for all the princes and princes of Yanjing!  Fengliu is like a person in the building who has been a guest for thousands of years!  "

    "It's just this one, and it seems like it was written for the occasion." Xue Lang immediately recited it fluently, and then said heartbrokenly: "It's better to go to places like the capital less often in the future, or your talent will fade away, donor."

    Everyone in the Red Mansion Poetry Society also nodded, expressing their agreement with Xuelang.

    "Hahaha!" Zhao Hao laughed and refused to admit it.  "This is called spreading lies. The version of this poem you heard is wrong."

    "Oh?"

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