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Chapter 6

Xia Tian looked at him angrily: "You belong to me, only I can decide your life and death, no one else can."

After speaking, he looked at Xie An: "Xie An, you should be familiar with these places, right?"

"Your Majesty, I'm not very familiar with it. I heard that Wanhualou is pretty good."

Xia Tian had a smile on his face: "Then go to Wanhualou to have a look."

When you come to this world, how can you not experience the local customs.

Xiao Xuanzi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "Your Majesty can't..."

"Shut up, if you talk nonsense and go back, your head will be chopped off."

After speaking, Xia Tian opened the private room door and walked out.

Xiao Xuanzi and Xie An hurriedly followed.

After leaving Zuixian Tower, under the leadership of Xie An, the three of them walked towards Wanhua Tower.

A place like Wanhualou is called Hualou.

Visit the Flower House! !

"Who is the most famous in Xie An Wanhualou?"

"My lord, Miss Plum Blossom is the most famous girl. She is a noble lady. Countless talents in the capital want to kiss Fangze, but no one has succeeded yet."

"Except for her?"

"Besides her, there are Miss Furong and Miss Ziyan..."

"Didn't you say you don't know anything about Wanhualou?"

Xie An: "..."

"Xie An heard that your wife is very powerful?"

Xie An's face was a little embarrassed: "My wife loves me very much."

"Does your wife know that you often visit flower houses?"

"..."

A quarter of an hour later, outside the Wanhua Building.

Xia Tian looked at the Wanhua Building, the building is four stories high and luxurious.

A faint fragrance can be smelled from outside.

The scent is much better than the chemical fragrances of the 21st century.

"Go, go in and have a look."

He walked into the Wanhua Building first.

Although it was daytime, there were still quite a few people inside.

Most of these people are poor scholars in plain robes.

Don't look at poor scholars, these people are still quite popular in Hualou.

If there is a good poem, some girls are even willing to pay money to accompany it.

The Great Xia Dynasty has been established for three hundred years, and now singing and dancing are on the rise, and the style of writing is prevalent, and many stories of talented scholars and beautiful ladies have emerged.

"Guest officers, which girl are you looking for?"

The bustard of Wanhualou walked over with a smile on his face.

Xiao Xuanzi said, "Quickly let Miss Plum Blossom come over to receive our young master."

The bustard heard his words and replied with a smile: "I'm sorry my lord, our plum blossom girl doesn't just meet guests, you see, everyone wants to see the plum blossom girl over there, if everyone comes to meet everyone, how can our plum blossom girl come here."

Xiao Xuanzi: "Do you know who my son is?"

"Who is it? Even the son of the servant's family must follow the rules of our Wanhualou."

Xia Tian said: "Okay, little Xuanzi, how can I see Miss Plum Blossom?"

The old bustard: "Our Meihua girl doesn't meet guests casually. If you want to see Meihua girl, you can come at night. Meihua girl will discuss poetry with many talents in the capital at night, and she will also perform qin music."

"Of course, if the young master can write excellent poems, the plum blossom girl may meet the young master alone."

poetry?

Xia Tian sneered in his heart, after all, he is a top student in the Chinese Department of the 21st century.

I didn't remember too many poems.

But after time travel, past experiences are like slides, very clear, as if imprinted in my mind.

He thought for a while and said, "It just so happens that I have a poem for Miss Plum Blossom."

"Sir, please."

The old bustard had a smile on his face when he heard his words.

He took Xia Tian to the back of the screen, surrounded by many talented scholars.

They all wrote poems, hoping to please Plum Blossom girl.

Xia Tian stood in front of the desk, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and started to write.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the station, loneliness is open to no one."

"It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and any Qunfang is jealous."

"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

The eyes of the bustard next to him were bright.

She couldn't understand the poems, but Xia Tian's handwriting amazed her.

She has never seen such a beautiful font.

Xiao Xuanzi and Xie An were also watching.

These two people have read books, but they don't know much about poetry, but when they saw Xia Tian's font, they were both attracted.

After Xia Tian finished writing, he read it again, and nodded in satisfaction.

This poem is one of the masterpieces of Yongmei poems in his world.

Using things to describe people and people to describe things is a masterpiece that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The font he used was the thin gold font known as the iron hook and silver hook in the history books.

The handwriting of the poems is strong and powerful, the muscles and bones are straight, majestic, free and easy.

"Give it to Miss Plum Blossom."

He saw the bustard next to him still admiring the font, so he interrupted her.

"Okay son, wait a moment, I will send it up for you personally."

Regardless of whether the poems are good or bad, the old bustard thinks this font is very powerful.

It is obviously much better than the fonts of other talented scholars.

It is equivalent to the difference between a top beauty and an old woman.

She carefully took the paper and walked to the backyard, and then came to a small courtyard pavilion.

Seeing her mother coming in, Liu Mei said listlessly, "Mom, let's put it there."

She has read dozens of poems this day, all of which are mediocre without any highlights.

Seeing that her mother sent poems again, she didn't bother to read them.

The old bustard smiled and walked to her side: "Meier, take a look at this, I think his font is very beautiful, and it should be written well."

After she finished speaking, she put it on the table.

Liu Mei glanced at it, her beautiful eyes froze for a moment.

Such a beautiful font.

Then she read the poem once, and after reading it, her pretty face became serious.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the station, loneliness is open to no one."

"It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and any Qunfang is jealous."

"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

The more she read, the brighter her beautiful eyes became, and her breathing became more rapid.

She feels that this poem is tailor-made for her.

She was born in a scholarly family, but later the family suffered a change, and she went to and from Hualou.

Because of his outstanding appearance and talent, he was envied by many people.

"It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

Isn't this just talking about my own experience?

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and any Qunfang is jealous."

This poem expresses her current situation even more.

"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

The last sentence was written into her heart.

She muttered to herself, her eyes flushed.

It was the first time the madam saw her like this.

"What happened to Mel? How about this poem?"

Liu Mei came to her senses and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Mom, take me to see this young master."

"Are you still going in person? Is this poem that good?"

Liu Mei: "Mom, you don't understand, this is the best poem I have ever read."

The old bustard stared, a little surprised.

She knows that her daughter's literary skills can make her say the best, so this poem is definitely very powerful.

Because she has never praised the poems written by many talents in the capital.

"Then hurry up, don't keep the young master waiting."

The two hurried downstairs, and her maid followed suit.

In the hall, Xia Tian sat there and waited quietly.

Xiao Xuanzi and Xie An stood by.

"This Plum Blossom girl is so arrogant, she actually made the young master wait here."

Xia Tian: "Okay, just abide by other people's rules here."

Xiao Xuanzi was mainly worried that the other party would not see his master, and if this was the case, it would spread that his master's face would be dishonored.

(End of this chapter)