The Lotus Pond was so crowded that the boards were not allowed to move, so the luncheon was held on the boat.
Fortunately, Shopkeeper Fang had the foresight to send a few master chefs to follow the ship with ingredients, so there was no need to worry about neglecting Young Master Zhao¡¯s friends.
Just as the banquet was about to begin, Xuelang appeared on the boat.
As soon as he appeared, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Master, you have a new lip mark on your face!"
Xuelang didn't answer, just asked the maid to add a round stool between Zhao Hao and Hua Boxhen, and said to the cook: "Quick, little monk is in a hurry, let me eat below. A bowl of egg and pork noodles, don't beat the eggs , don¡¯t add shredded pork, don¡¯t add chopped green onion and coriander.¡±
¡°Isn¡¯t that just noodles boiled in water?¡± Everyone laughed and said, ¡°It¡¯s strange that a flowery monk like you doesn¡¯t abide by the sexual precepts, but you insist on being a vegetarian.¡±
Xue Lang opened his eyes wide with an innocent look on his face and said, "How come you guys are so blaming someone's innocence out of thin air"
"What innocence? I saw you staying overnight at Zhang Xiao'e's house the day before yesterday." Everyone laughed and said, "You have been stealing a lot these days."
Xue Lang then said seriously: "Young monk is just staying for the night, don't talk nonsense, insulting the innocence of the shepherd A monk can sit still in his arms, this is the way to practice, do you understand?"
"I think it's dual cultivation" Everyone burst into laughter: the boat was filled with happy air.
"What a bunch of vulgar mortals." Xuelang shook his head and sighed, turned to Zhao Hao and said: "Only Donor Zhao in this world can understand the young monk."
Zhao Hao¡¯s eyelids twitched, and he laughed dryly and said: ¡°If you show great strength this time, I won¡¯t follow you.¡±
"Then how can Zhao Shi want to thank Xiaoseng?" Xuelang immediately came up to him with a shy face.
But he saw that Zhao Hao had turned his head to the other side and spoke to Zhang Dongguan: "My boss will finish his three-year term next year. What are your plans?"
"Do you still have to ask? Of course it's been three years and three years." Zhang Dongguan took a sip of his wine and narrowed his eyes happily: "I am the magistrate of Shangyuan County, and I won't change it even if I give it to a minister."
"Oh, I understand." Zhao Hao smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to speak again, Xue Lang rushed to say:
"By the way, Donor Zhao, I forgot to tell you something important"
Zhao Hao secretly called him bad luck, knowing that something bad was going to happen.
He turned around helplessly and said with a bad expression: "What's the matter?"
"It's like this." Xue Lang cleared his throat and said, "I saw that the female historians were not interested in the Lotus Immortal Meeting held this time, so the young monk boldly announced that anyone on the list this time can propose a toast to the donor Zhao. A poem. Just now, so many people have signed up. Many famous female historians have signed up one after another, not for anything else, but just to get poems from donor Zhao. Your magnanimity will definitely not disappoint the female historians, right?"
"Do you think I'm a cow? I'll get it if I'm squeezed?" Zhao Hao's mouth opened wide when he heard this, and he couldn't close it for a long time. The main volume and the supplementary volumes are followed by supplementary volumes, a total of thirty-six female historians. Is this a rhythm that wants to drain myself dry at once?
"This is a good idea!" Hua Bozhen's group of friends started to make noises, and they all slapped the table and said: "The dragon still needs some finishing touches, otherwise it is not enough to show that this is the first-class event in Xiandu!"
"If the young master presented poems to the twelve golden hairpins one by one, and then had a painter paint their portraits and hang them in the Tianxiang Pavilion by Furong Lake, then this Lotus Terrace Immortal Association would be the holy book of the Flower Kingdom, unparalleled! What Qinhuai oiran, all You have to retreat!"
"That's right, young master, just grit your teeth and agree! This is an activity that will go down in history. People thousands of years from now will also admire your eternal romance today!"
"None of the female historians have ever combed their cages"
"Donor Zhao, you can't break your promise." Xue Lang also followed suit.
"What did I promise me?" Zhao Hao now feels that the longest road he has traveled is Xuelang's bald routine. How could he choose an oiran? Basically, it is to lure the enemy deep into the urn, seize the turtle in the urn, and squeeze out your own pitiful inventory.
"No matter what, morale must be high but not low. Donor Zhao, you must not destroy your own Lotus Immortal Association."
Seeing that it was difficult to get off the tiger, Zhao Hao had no choice but to give in: "Twelve poems at most."
"Deal!" Xue Lang agreed, fearing that he would regret it: "Xiao Monk and Tu Donor will do the supplementary volume and sub volume. Zhao Donor only needs to concentrate on composing the twelve songs of the main volume. Look, Xiao Monk still loves you. Bar?"
"Thank you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and didn't want to say a word to him.
Xue Lang said happily: "Now I can publish another volume of "The Golden Hairpin Collection" for Donor Zhao. Three years after "The Collection of First Meeting", I finally published it again."
&nbssp; After Wang Yuer's performance, she walked along the newly built "Magpie Bridge" and arrived at the painted boat facing the water platform to listen to the judgments given by the celebrities.
Just listen to the red envelope layman Oh no, Hongbao layman Tu Longpin said: "The color of Yinglou was originally called jade, and the immortal of Yao Island was the king!"
After a moment, these two sentences were projected on the screen next to her portrait.
"This evaluation is really high. It seems that Miss Yu'er will be at the top of the list this time!" the eagerly awaited audience said one after another, and then continued to wait eagerly.
At this time, everyone knows that Zhao Hao, the fig leaf of the Ming Dynasty¡¯s poetry circle, will donate poems to the Twelve Golden Hairpins! This is the finishing touch!
After Wang Yu'er thanked Tu Long, she moved lightly and came to Mr. Zhao who was sitting at the top. She took her hands and said a blessing, then took the wine glass offered by the maid, held it with a pair of slender jade hands, and brought it to Mr. Zhao. .
"I beg you to favor me and give me the Immortal Chapter. I would like to recommend you a pillow and mat, but I can't repay you." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com