Xin Zhuo's handwriting was originally very ugly, but because he and Sun Wu were pen pals for a while, it is now pretty good and can be understood by everyone regardless of their level of knowledge.
In the first poem, since it was Xiao Lihua who suggested writing poems, of course she had to give her some face, praise the woman, and give her some sense of belonging.
The second song is a bit difficult to choose. The entire "Pipa Song", "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" and so on can be forced to fill up, but there are too many words and my hands are tired, some paragraphs are forgotten, and the key points are not timely. After all, we are here to rob, so the demands cannot be too high.
It was too simple, and I didn’t feel like it was enough to express my experience of trespassing into the city, so I simply deleted some parts and wrote half of the poem.
Then he took three steps back and took another look. He was so disgusted that Wenzhao Gong was indeed not suitable for him.
Countless pairs of eyes in the hall looked over curiously. This young man's martial arts level was higher than what his age should be, and he was naturally handsome. According to normal logic, knowledge should be vulgar and vulgar, and he couldn't take up everything. If he was a poet, the same If you are outstanding, what kind of family should cultivate you?
Unfortunately, the white wall had a special angle and was mostly blocked by Xin Zhuo. They could only vaguely see a few words, which made everyone feel itchy.
On the side, a sister who was proficient in writing had already finished copying and hurried upstairs.
After a while, I heard a girl above me saying happily: "Young Master, the girl has invited me!"
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have passed the test. He walked up the stairs and was led by the girl straight to Xiaolihua's room.
As soon as Xin Zhuo left, there was a sound of tables, chairs and benches moving downstairs, and the crowd roared around him. Even the ladies who were in the business of pleasing the customers and selling skin and meat also crowded up.
"Don't squeeze, it's mine, I came first!"
A strong man walked quickly and was the first to approach the white wall. He looked around with wide eyes, then turned around and asked, "How do you read it?"
He is actually illiterate.
Shangguan Fan Qing's master and servants and Jiang Hezhu's young masters also crowded forward. At this time, they heard Jiang Hezhu's young master clapping his folding fan and reciting the first poem:
"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. "
After reading it, I briefly tasted it, wanting to refute it and regain some of the face I had lost inexplicably, but there was really no way to refute it, so I couldn't help but say: "Good! Wonderful! Flowers and people are in harmony, and people and flowers complement each other. There is no mention of a single thing in the whole poem. The beautiful words praise the beauty as a fairy, with profound skills and simple and elegant diction, which is worthy of ten famous scholars."
"good!"
No matter how arrogant the people around him were, they couldn't help but cheer at this moment.
Maid Haitang's eyes widened: "Ah this..."
Shangguan Fan Qing on the side frowned blankly: "How is it? Do you have any braised pork poems by the Young Hall Master?"
"This... is better. This young master is very powerful." Haitang, the maid, blushed inexplicably. This poem looked like it was improvised, but there must be a reference. Just now, I was the only girl closest to him, and I was frightened. ! Could it be that I am a reference?
Jiang Hezhu continued to read the next poem:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Hello……"
After reading, the whole hall fell into silence.
The words "Zhao Ke" and "Wu Gou" at the beginning of the poem should refer to a certain person and a certain kind of weapon, which are very unfamiliar, but the following "Kills one person in ten steps, and leaves no trace for thousands of miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name."
The domineering and bold style of these two sentences, without any false pretense, is simply too heroic and wild. It is too appetizing for warriors and leaves too much room for imagination.
"O confidant! This poem is a portrayal of my life! That young master understands me so well? He reminds me of the heroic life of my Overlord Dao Sun and Donkey..."
The strong man who was the first to grab the position was scratched. He was filled with emotion and looked up to the sky with a sigh.
Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fan Qing also sighed slightly.
This poem seems to be unfinished, but it is too top-notch.
"I want to see that young master and discuss my experience with him..." Someone shouted upstairs.
However, at this time, a louder voice came from upstairs in panic: "Oh no! That young master has kidnapped the little pear girl!"
"Well……"
The dark crowd downstairs was stunned for a moment.
Is this what it means to "take off your clothes and hide your merit and fame when the matter is over"? He robbed the oiran and ran away?
"Boom!"
Xin Zhuo carried the oiran on his shoulders and jumped out of the back window neatly. Following the retreat route given by Murong Xiu, he used his light body skills, bounced and flickered, and headed straight to the dark deserted garden behind.
The meeting scene between him and Xiao Lihua was lackluster. The oiran couldn't be said to be ugly, but he wasn't very pretty either. He was the type who looked beautiful with makeup on but looked as pretty as if he had taken it off, but there was something about his eyebrows and mannerisms that made him look pretty. A kind of common belief that makes people feel itchy that they can only see it but not eat it.
When she saw him, the oiran's eyes lit up and she saluted slightly: "Young Master..."
"Are you Xiaolihua?"
"It's the slave family!"
"That's right it's you!"
Xin Zhuo slashed the knife with one hand, carried it and left. I have tolerated you for a long time. If you insist on making poems, I am a member of Fulong Village.
At this time, there was a commotion in Zuixin Tower. Those people must have not expected that they would rob someone. Are you anxious?
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but speed up. There was an alley in front of him. Several flashes came to an end. When he was about to turn, he bumped into someone.
I smelled a familiar fragrance at the tip of my nose. I looked around in surprise and saw Su Miaojin's slim figure and handsome face. In panic, she stumbled to the ground, her left leg raised and her right leg curled up.
Xin Zhuo was in a daze, unexpectedly meeting her? How similar is this scene to that in Fulong Village?
Seeing that Su Miaojin was about to fall, Xin Zhuo freed up his right hand and grabbed her waist.
With his clothes fluttering and his long hair flying, Su Miaojin saw him clearly and couldn't help being stunned: "You..."
"Miss!"
"Canglanglang..."
The guards and maids behind him realized it and rushed towards him, shouting in unison.
Xin Zhuo helped Su Miaojin up by mistake and scratched her palm: "When a girl goes out at night, it is best to walk with a maid guard. Do you want to be robbed by me again? Haha..."
In a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the night.
"How are you, Miss?"
A group of eighth-level guards finally arrived and were about to give chase.
"No need to chase him! You can't beat him."
Su Miaojin straightened the hair beside her ears, and felt that the palm of her hand that had been scratched by Xin Zhuo felt sore and numb, and even half of her body was numb. She couldn't help but secretly cursed "little thief".
"Who is this young lady? Why are you resisting someone..." Dong Ling, the personal maid, looked at Su Miaojin with lingering fear, fearing that she would be hurt.
Su Miaojin subconsciously looked in the direction of Zuixin Tower: "Go to Zuixin Tower and ask what happened?"
…
As agreed, Xin Zhuo walked in a remote area and soon arrived at the dog hole in the northwest corner of the city wall. Murong Xiu had been waiting for a long time while holding a sleeping little boy and carrying a bunch of bottles and cans. .
"How are you, boss? Have you encountered any trouble or any masters in the city?"
"It's okay, no one recognized me, but there are two masters in Zuixin Tower, a young master who is a sub-seventh grade, and a young man who may be a seventh-grade or sub-sixth grade..."
Xin Zhuo was referring to Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fan Qing. He naturally saw that the two of them were the most energetic, and thought for a while, "By the way, there is also a little girl. I asked her for directions and followed me all the way. She has a small nose and small eyes. , there is a mole on the corner of the mouth that is causing death, and it is annoying as hell."
"Is there a mole at the corner of your mouth?" Murong Xiu was stunned, "I have single eyelids, I am tall, and I like to wear brocade-made yellow peach blossom skirts..."
Xin Zhuo nodded: "How do you know? I have the urge to beat her to tears."
Murong Xiu: "..."
