"It turns out that these beauties on the Qinhuai River are here to give exams to Xie Yuanlang."
On the pier, many people who were originally full of expectations suddenly became dejected when they saw the situation clearly.
But more people, like Tao Dazhi, watched the excitement with excitement.
Xie Yuanlang and the oiran, and the 14-year-old Xie Yuanlang and the 22-year-old oiran, one is tender and the other is ripe, tsk tsk tsk, it’s really exciting just thinking about it!
"Get off the boat, get off the boat!"
The onlookers didn't mind the excitement and started making noises nearby, urging Wei Chen to get off the boat to meet him.
Only then did Wei Chen realize that his evasive eyes just now were indeed easily misunderstood.
This time it's better, the yellow mud fell into the crotch, it's either that or that.
While Wei Chen was sighing, Dong Lihua and several oirans were already minding their own business by setting up a eucalyptus on the pier, laying out flowers and wine, and respectfully invited Mr. Xie Yuanlang to disembark and say goodbye.
Wei Chen couldn't help but sigh.
At this point, if Wei Chen still refuses to get off the ship, the reputation of being a dishonest person will definitely be stuck on his head. It is better to go down and meet Dong Lihua to clarify the matter.
As soon as he thought of this, Wei Chen no longer hesitated, strode off the boat, and came to the group of thin and fat warblers on the pier.
When I got closer, I realized that Dong Lihua was indeed extremely beautiful. Her eyes were full of eyes, her posture was full of admiration, and her every frown and smile attracted people's imagination. She was one of the best among the Qinhuai beauties. No wonder she could make Sun Zhigao dream about her.
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Dong Lihua fell in love and gave Wei Chen a blessing: "After the collection of Jie Yuanlang's essays came out, all the literati and female historians in Jiangning had a copy of it, especially my sisters in Qinhuai, who loved Jie Yuanlang even more. Because of my literary talent, I came here today to see off Mr. Xie Yuanlang. If I have offended you inadvertently, I hope that Mr. Xie Yuanlang will take it easy."
Wei Chen was so moved that he almost cried.
Those dirty things that are full of scandals, please listen carefully. They are simply my fans, and there is no such indescribable relationship between us!
The onlookers were disappointed.
I was still thinking about uncovering some surprising information.
Result, that's it?
Wei Chen immediately raised the tea cup on the long eucalyptus, preparing to drink a few cups of tea instead of wine, as a way of thanking the other party for seeing him off.
Unexpectedly, Dong Lihua made a move with her beautiful hands, and the beauties behind her leisurely set up the Yaoqin and Pipa, took out the horizontal flute and vertical flute, and started playing together in public.
Dong Lihua took out two red dental plaques, stared straight at Wei Chen with a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes, then opened her red lips lightly and sang along with the tune: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing by, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. …”
Wei Chen was slightly startled. What Dong Lihua sang was the poem "Linjiang Immortal" that he had written at the Huafang Poetry Club. This poem can be regarded as Wei Chen's most widely circulated work so far.
If Wei Chen were asked to describe Dong Lihua's voice, Wei Chen would compare it to an oriole, melodious and touching, like the sound of nature.
If she were singing graceful lyrics like "Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon", Wei Chen believed that everyone present would be intoxicated by her singing voice.
However, the current Kang Gai's tragic "Linjiang Fairy" is sung by Dong Lihua, and the shortcomings in her voice are completely exposed.
The too soft voice lacks strong power, and the tinkling red teeth cannot be said to be passionate and powerful. The combination of the two ruins a good and soul-stirring poem.
Dong Lihua was obviously aware of this, and she squeezed her throat hard, trying to make her voice more high-pitched and powerful.
However, it backfired.
The more anxious she became, the more disordered Dong Lihua's breath became. As soon as the song was over, Dong Lihua knew that she had messed up this significant performance.
Her eyes were red, but she bit her lip hard and refused to cry. Her huge chest rose and fell rapidly.
Seeing the beauty's remorseful look on the verge of tears, everyone present felt sorry for her.
At this time, Wei Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking it all, he placed the wine cup heavily on the long eucalyptus, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly.
Someone didn't know what was going on and asked the people around him: "What's going on? Is Xie Yuanlang angry because he thinks Miss Dong sang his lyrics badly?"
The person next to him glared at him and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up, Jie Yuanlang is going to write lyrics!"
Most of the people on the dock saw Wei Chen's intention, and there was a sudden silence. No one dared to breathe for fear of disturbing Wei Chen's inspiration.
Wei Chen put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly, and the crowd parted like a tide. After pondering for a moment, Wei Chen recited loudly:
The golden years flow like water,
It's harder to collect the pearls when they burst out.
After being ill, I often shy away from combing my hair.
A path of green clouds and bamboo trees,
Half the window is red, the sunset flowers are sad,
It's just a curtain hook.
"good!"
The scholars who were familiar with poetry all clapped their hands and praised this poem. It was so fresh, as clean as running water.
Regardless of anything else, this freshness alone, in their impression, could only be written by a few people such as Uncle Yan Tong.
After Wei Chen recited this little poem, Dong Lihua first raised her head with a look of sadness, and then lowered her head shyly.
The rest of the poem was fine, but breaking through the first sentence, the golden years were flowing like water, which was too lethal to her!
People in the Zhou Dynasty generally get married early, so when courting prostitutes, young prostitutes are often regarded as beautiful. Only those in their teens are considered to be in their prime, and those in their twenties are already considered older prostitutes.
Although Dong Lihua is an oiran, she is already twenty-two years old this year, and her age crisis is approaching.
Wei Chen's seven ordinary words aroused strong emotional resonance in her.
"How did a fourteen-year-old boy know so many of his daughters' thoughts?"
Dong Lihua lowered her head, pinched the corner of her clothes, and peeked at Wei Chen with the corner of her eyes. She was touched by having found her soulmate, but also confused about Wei Chen's age. However, in the end, all that was left was a feeling of sadness. .
"This kind of young man is not something I, a singing prostitute, can expect..."
"Miss Dong, although the song "Linjiang Fairy" is good, it is not suitable for you. You should sing this song "Huanxisha" from now on."
Wei Chen sighed and thought to himself: I stole a veil from you, and now I give you a good poem, it's not in vain.
After saying that, Wei Chen smiled at Dong Lihua, who was immersed in the artistic conception of poetry, then waved his sleeves gracefully, turned around and boarded the passenger ship, and bowed his hands to everyone on the pier: "Goodbye, everyone!"
The farewellers on the pier finally came to their senses and returned the greetings to Wei Chen together: "I wish Jieyuan Lang to be included in the Huangjia Newspaper!"
The passenger ship with yellow flags untied its moorings and slowly sailed away from the official ship pier. A group of Qinhuai beauties reluctantly waved to Wei Chen, and some even played the Yao Qin to see Wei Chen off.
Wei Chen's heartwarming gift just now has completely captured the hearts of the beauties. From then on, the romantic legend about Wei Chen will last forever along the Qinhuai River.
although.
Wei Chen has never really been there.
