Chapter 293: The Dragon in Ci, the Sage in Love Rolls up the Qiantang Waves and Pile Snow!
Chapter 293 The Dragon in the Word The Saint in the Love, the waves in the Money Pond are rolled up and the snow is made!
The red sun hangs high.
Bring a hint of warmth to the cold Hangzhou.
In Liulin Lane, there are continuous streams of scholars and even peddlers and barons, and at this moment, Liulin Lane has been surrounded and blocked.
The piano music is melodious, and two West Lake courtesans set up a desk in front of Zhu Shuzhen’s door to play the piano. The long sleeves are fluttering and the face is peerless.
And between the two women, a high desk was set up, filled with pens, ink, paper and ink.
Wang Lin wore a green-collar Confucian shirt, a free-spirited crown on his head, and a jade-like face, and was full of spirit.
There were crowds of people around.
But when Wang Lin was at the desk and wrote a letter, he became silent again, and he could faintly hear the sudden heartbeat of everyone's excitement.
It's really crazy.
In just half an hour, this young Confucian scholar from the capital had already published three excellent works and wonderful poems in a row to court Zhu Shuzhen, who was kept in a closed door, and all of them were excellent works of the world.
Wang Lin achieved it overnight.
Immediately, when the pen and ink were written a little, I raised it and handed it to Zhu Lin, a Hangzhou scholar who volunteered to be a singer.
Zhu Lin glanced at him and looked stunning. Then he began to recite loudly. Many scholars around him bowed their heads and hurriedly recorded.
"Quail Sky, I send you the true lady."
"The roots of the three paths are not crowded. They are always sown after the frost. The butterflies on the branches are ashamed to see, and the geese are beyond the fence. The love is full of thoughts. I sing around the window and chant the truth. The people are rolling the curtains are here.
In the west wind, I know that I am a little thinner in the new place.”
After Zhu Lin finished singing, the scholars in the crowd exclaimed in surprise when they heard it, and then there were loud shouts one after another.
Someone even yelled: "Young Master Han is a great talent in this world. Such a wonderful word can be passed down from generation to generation. I wonder if the company still has it?"
"What a roller blind man in the west wind! The young man is so talented!"
"Zhu Shuzhen, come out to sing together!!!"
At this time, there were also ladies mixed in the crowd, especially some unfamiliar ladies from the official families. It was the time to miss the spring. These series of courtships made them feel moved and wished they could replace each other with their bodies.
Seeing that the Zhu family's door was still closed and silent.
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but start to feel sorry for him: "Miss of the Zhu family, Mr. Han is so affectionate and sincere, why not open the door to see him? Mr. Han is a talented man, has a noble character, and has a prominent family background. You are still waiting for him.
When and what else?”
Even the two West Lake courtesans who Wang Lin sent Yan Qing to play the piano to help the team are actually the famous figures on the West Lake. They are guests of the powerful and powerful families in Hangzhou. Seeing Wang Lin's shocking works never touched Zhu Shuzhen, they felt even more uneasy.
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The two women sneaked at Wang Lin.
A man is like jade and a rainbow.
Such a talented and beautiful person, I don’t know if he was blind and confused, and he actually fell in love with the Zhu family’s daughter!
Hangzhou is full of beauties, and there are many people who are fascinating the country. Why did you choose Zhu Shuzhen alone?
The two women thought to themselves that if they were so happy, they would rather redeem themselves and follow them, and would rather be slaves than regret.
Zhu Shuzhen hid behind the door panel, blushing and her heartbeat was rapid.
Wang Lin made such a big noise outside, which began to start to scare her, and then, one wonderful poem after another came out, directly touching her heart.
Wang Lin’s talent is indeed better than rumors. No wonder Li Qingzhao’s talented woman, her idol, even promised her to her!
If Wang Lin really came to courtship, maybe Zhu Shuzhen would have opened the door to greet him long ago.
But she knew that Wang Lin was definitely not a sincere courtship.
In addition to having other plans, this time, there may be a little bit of thought to cleanse her from stigma.
Privately giving and receiving is to be frivolous and violate secular ethics.
But the courtship in public, and the courtship is open and open with brilliant poems and essays. This is an enviable romantic story!
From then on, I am afraid that her name Zhu Shuzhen should go out of Jiangnan and go to the world of Song Dynasty, and truly tie Li Qingzhao.
At this moment, Zhu Shuzhen's disgust towards Wang Lin gradually dissipated.
Even a little grateful.
When Wang Lin's affairs are finished, his true identity is revealed. She is in Hangzhou and no one will dare to touch her.
Even the Qian family.
Just kidding, who dares to move the woman Wang Lin, the prince of Bohai County, dares to move lightly?
Everyone was extremely expectant and stared at the Zhu family's door.
Not moving for a long time.
Everyone was extremely disappointed, and laughter and even cursed.
The two courtesans felt hatred in their hearts, and they kept stroking the phoenix and begging the phoenix again.
"There is a beauty who never forgets her when she sees her.
I don’t see you for a day, and I think of you as crazy.
The phoenix is flying, and the phoenix is soaring all over the world..."
Before the piano sounded, many scholars and ladies covered their faces and sobbed.
Such a lovely man, how can he love the bad guy! How can he be so virtuous about such a Zhu family girl?!
But when Wang Lin sighed softly, he seemed disappointed, but he seemed to be desperate, and he started writing at his desk.
The crowd was constantly surging, and many scholars couldn't help but want to go up and read it. What kind of words could Wang Lin write?
Zhu Lin also came closer to take a look.
Wang Lin finally put aside his writing.
Hundreds of scholars and countless ladies mingling among the crowd held their breath together.
Zhu Lin looked at it deeply, and his hands trembled as he held the poem.
It took him a long time to chant slowly and loudly: "Qinyuanchun, winter night is like the year."
"Winter night is like the New Year, and the guest can't sleep. How can it be dawn? When the number of 25 is broken, the cold is getting more cold, and the remaining one hundred and eight are heard. The bell is ringing. The rain knocks on the tent, and the beach is thrusting, and always complains to the people who are leaving.
.I heard it all, I deeply regret the sea and build a sad city. I asked you what you are lingering in. I thought the most bitter world is the difference between the world. I miss thousands of mountains and rivers, fish blocking geese, and two bodies, swallows and orioles frying. Embroidered pillow marks
There are so many, the brocade quilt is cold, and I think there is a dream of Wushan. How can I leave it behind? These two words of lovesickness are a name that is worthy of thousands of miles away."
An elegant picture immediately appeared in everyone's eyes.
The young man in brocade was standing on a boat and heading south along the canal. He quietly stared at the city of Hangzhou in the distance, drank a cup of wine, and told how much lovesickness was.
The words are exquisite, the love is as deep as the sea, like crying and complaining.
The surroundings were silent, and then there were endless sighs.
Almost all the scholars were moved, and the sentimental women in the boudoir were even more crying.
What a affectionate man of eternal age!
At the beginning, one or two scholars shouted, "Master, open the door!"
It then resonated with countless people. The arms were waving in the crowd, and the books were flying everywhere, and they were thrown on Zhu Shuzhen's black house door!
Inside the door, Zhu Shu was really pretty and Feixia.
Reason told her that this was not true.
But if this lyrics were not true feelings, how could Wang Lin chant them?
Zhu Shuzhen's hands were trembling and she could hardly help it.
Her clear eyes fell on Wang Lin through the crack in the door.
A sentence appeared in my heart: The man on the street is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
But she suddenly felt cold.
With Wang Lin's appearance, title, literary talent, and martial arts, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best person in the world. Such a young and powerful person is so noble that he cannot speak of. How could he have a love for her an abandoned woman? She was really given to these poems.
It shook my eyes!
The Zhu family's door is still closed.
Even Wang Lin was a little surprised this time.
He has done everything he can do. I believe Zhu Shuzhen is also a wonderful person with a little understanding of the truth. How could he not come out like this?
Wang Lin gritted his teeth. At this moment, a handsome man in his twenties jumped up and shouted with tears in his eyes: "I heard this Qinyuan Spring, winter night is like the year, and I feel like I hear the sound of the sound of the swing. For some reason, I asked the young master, are the young master and the wife of the Zhu family old acquaintances?"
Wang Lin nodded slowly: "Yes, not. A certain person came to Hangzhou two years ago and met Zhen Niang, which was shocked... But soon after, I heard that Zhen Niang married someone else, and I felt sad. Now Zhen Niang has been with me When people are harmonious and separated, they are free and are ecstatic. They will sail from Tokyo to the south, and they will be worried and worried on the boat. Only then will they make this place of spring in the garden."
The scholar nodded repeatedly: "The young master is extremely affectionate and talented, and he is truly a dragon in the poem, a saint in the love, and an unparalleled style. He is a model for our scholars! From now on, he will take the young master as his poet! ”
Another shouted: "Why should you bother a girl from the Zhu family? I have outstanding people in Jiangnan, and countless beautiful women. Today, the young master will definitely fall in love with countless beauties in Jiangnan with his poems and expressions. It would be better to choose another girl to achieve a good story. how?"
Wang Lin smiled but said nothing.
As usual, people are coming to Liulin Lane, and even Yanguan Lane over there is crowded with people. Wang Lin wrote poems and courted the Zhu family girl in Liulin Lane. He has released many excellent works, which has really alarmed. The whole city of Hangzhou!
The waves on the Qiantang River bank in the distance surged, rolling up thousands of snow!
The cold wind blew on my face, but everyone's hearts were boiling.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and felt that he was almost at sensation from orgasm, so he whispered to his desk again.
Everyone was stunned, there was still some?
The sixth song is here!
Wenquxing descends to earth is just like this!!!
"The Song of the Toad Palace·Spring Love."
"I will never miss you in my life, but I will miss you. My body is like a floating cloud, my heart is like a flying catkin, and my breath is like a silk thread. A wisp of fragrance in the sky is here, and where do I hope a wandering child will be? When is the sign of a symptom coming? ?The lights are half dim and the moon is half bright."
After Wang Lin finished writing, he paused, and seemed to think it was not enough, so he simply continued to add a fire.
He wrote a letter at his desk again.
Everyone's eyes were straight, the seventh song is coming!
"Huatangchun, a generation and a pair of people in a lifetime."
"A lifetime of one generation and one pair, and two people are fighting for education. I miss each other but not blind dates. Who is the spring for the sky? It is easy to beg for the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run for the blue sea. If you are willing to visit each other and drink Oxford, you are as close as a guest."
There are two lyrics with different styles, the former telling the pain of lovesickness, while the latter feels a little sad and praying to everyone...
This completely ignited the emotions of the scholars and ladies on the scene.
There are crowds of people and crowds are surging.
There are some people shouting, some people crying, some people crying, and some people looking enthusiastic. There are even many ladies who are desperate, holding their pink arms high and rushing towards Wang Lin.
The literary land of Jiangnan is a world of eternal style.
The seven wonderful poems are enough to be passed down through the ages and add a touch of rich inspiration to the Jiangnan Shilin!
Today's seven poems, if the first three poems are added, ten poems have been passed down from generation to generation. Such a great talent is absolutely unprecedented!
How can people in Jiangnan not go crazy about it?
The door of the Zhu family suddenly opened with a creaking sound. Zhu Shuzhen, who had a white dress and pink robe, stood quietly in the door, and cast a complex and tender look at Wang Lin.
"Young master is a talented man, and ten poems are produced by the slave... Even if you are false and false, I am willing to welcome you into the curtain."
Wang Lin walked slowly.
Behind him, hundreds or thousands of people were cheering.