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- ??At the foot of Xiaocang Mountain, there is a sea of ??flowers, a mountain of lanterns, and dense water vapor. In the hibiscus pond, the light and shadow are bright and neon is rippling.
Amid the accompaniment of the orchestra, Mr. Zhao¡¯s fresh masterpieces appeared on the water stage curtain one after another, complementing the fairy-like portraits of the female historians.
The audience was completely immersed in this unparalleled divine enjoyment, completely forgetting what night it was. They all feel that this scene can only exist in the sky, how many times have they been seen in the human world?
At this time, the seventh golden hairpin Jiang Wenxian came to the painting boat.
Her real name is Yulan, and her nickname is Wenxian, which shows that she is another literary girl. It was the one whom Hua Bozhen spent a lot of money to support.
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Mr. Zhao politely accepted the wine from Jiang Wenxian, and when he saw that she was only looking at Hua Boxhen who was old enough to be her uncle, he knew that this was another sadomasochistic drama.
Then he winked at Hua Boxhen and said with a smile: "This song "Spring in the Painting Hall" is given to you two."
¡°Then, Hua Boxhen and Jiang Wenxian heard him chant:
"A pair of people from one generation to another in a lifetime, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be happy?
It¡¯s easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it¡¯s hard to run across the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty"
The Wenxian girl was indeed touched by her heartstrings, and murmured with tears in her eyes: "A pair of people from generation to generation, fighting for teaching and ecstasy"
"If we love each other but don't love each other, who will love us?" Looking at her pitiful appearance and listening to this extremely painful little poem, Hua Bo's heart of stone turned into tenderness. He sighed with red eyes, bowed deeply to Zhao Hao and said, "I have learned a lesson."
"What are you telling me?" Mr. Zhao turned aside and said with a smile, "Who said you should never worry about the killing?"
"Wenxian, if you don't dislike me, you can follow me to settle on Xishan Island in the future." Hua Bozhen promised in public with a firm face: "Don't worry, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."
Jiang Wenxian burst into tears, choked with sobs and nodded: "I do."
"It's just that the conditions there are simple and dusty" Hua Boxhen suddenly remembered that she lived next to a cement factory.
"If you visit me and drink in Oxford, you will forget your poverty." Jiang Wenxian replied with the last two sentences of the small order given by Zhao Hao, which immediately attracted applause from the whole house.
Finally, the newlyweds bowed to Zhao Hao deeply and were about to leave together, but Xue Lang stopped them. No matter what happens in the future, the twelve hairpins tonight are indispensable. Hua Boxhen reluctantly watched Jiang Wenxian return to the water platform.
Well, there is another pieces of Xiangropa.
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The next person to cross the Magpie Bridge was the eighth Jin Chai Zhang Nuer.
I saw her face was bright and clean, her hair was like a waterfall, and she looked like a fairy concubine.
The old man said: "I really came from the Queen Mother's class and was relegated to the human world to enjoy the fragrant orchids." ¡¯
Mr. Zhao hurriedly searched his intestines and stomach for chapters and sentences, no matter what, he had to earn this piece of fragrant Lopa.
Who would have thought that after Zhang Nuer toasted to Zhao Hao and bowed down, he looked straight at Xuelang and said quietly: "I beg you, sir, to write a poem too, so that Langlang can change his mind."
"Langlang?" Zhao Hao got goosebumps all over his body, and everyone started cheering.
"Master Xuelang, you still say you are innocent?" Everyone laughed and said: "Zhang Xiao'e, don't be afraid, we will make the decision for you."
Only then did Zhao Hao know that Zhang Nuer was Zhang Xiao'e. Nuer, like Wenxian, was their nickname, or nickname.
Master Xuelang has never been shy. He blinked his black and white eyes and said: "Zhang Tanyue, didn't the young monk tell you very clearly that night? I am leaving the Ming Dynasty. We will never see each other again in the future. Don¡¯t worry about it.¡±
Everyone cursed in their hearts: Bah, the scumbag is still so confident.
"But the slave family will never forget you" Zhang Nuer reached out and grabbed his sleeves and said, "How can a wonderful person like you go to a wild land overseas? Jinling is the place for you. At the worst, the slave family will support you."
"Benefactor Zhao" Xue Lang looked at Zhao Hao for help.
Zhao Hao couldn't help but sneer. For the guy who shot himself in the foot, he can only say that he did a good job.
"The young monk planned to leave for Tamluo Island tomorrow" Xuelang said again. The implication is that if you don't help me settle things, I won't go.
Zhao Hao stretched out a hand behind his back, five years. Xuelang nodded without hesitation, obviously frightened by this slave.
Mr. Zhao then smiled at Zhang Nuer and said, "Then I will give this "Love Poem" to you two."
Then everyone heard him chanting in a clear voice: "I went into the mountain to pay homage to the Taoist monk and asked the master for advice.He winked and said, "If you don't come, Nunu will look for you, and you won't be able to escape anywhere in the world."
"" Mr. Zhao was sober that he wanted to return the bellyband and publicly announced that he was a rake. But wouldn¡¯t all the personas that we worked so hard to build collapse?
He bit the bullet and smelled the lingering fragrance of the beauty in his bellyband, and said with a smile, "It's just around the corner."
Tuo Shiniang gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek, and then left with satisfaction.
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The eleventh one is Zhao Jinyan. Her manners are graceful, her appearance is graceful, her charm is natural, and her physique is coquettish. She is exactly the kind of woman that a man would like to devour without leaving any trace behind. However, his poems are more pure and beautiful than others, making people fall in love with him. Who said someone with big breasts has no brains?
"The old moon reflected the Han Palace, and today Zhao Feiyan is shining brightly," Lao Se embryonic said.
Mr. Zhao presented a piece of "Su Muzhe" as a gift and said:
"The swallows sing delicately, and the shadows of flowers are broken. When the sun passes by the west window, I still hate myself and sleep. A trace of love is always like drunkenness. In the ninety-year-old spring light, I half embrace the mandarin duck quilt. The cheeks are red, and the eyebrows are green. When I fall asleep, I always shed passionate tears. . You can¡¯t say anything like the east wind. The mirror skirt knows how haggard people are.¡±
Perhaps stimulated by the undressing, Zhao Jinyan was delighted and kissed her, and later gave her her own small embroidered shoes as a gift, which made everyone in the boat envious.
It¡¯s a shame that there¡¯s only one left, otherwise we still don¡¯t know how far we¡¯ll be upgraded.
ps. Now that I¡¯ve written it, I feel like I¡¯ve been hollowed out. This is a plot I conceived last year. I didn¡¯t expect it to be so difficult. It almost forces me to death (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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