big week bad guy

Chapter 65

Zhao Xun really... understands her too well.

Han Miaoyi couldn't get out of her emotions for a long time.

Know you, understand you.

The so-called bosom friend probably means this.

Zhao Xun is indeed a wonderful person, and even the noble person she was destined for.

What an oiran like Han Miaoyi lacks the most is not beauty or skills but resources.

There is no difference between Fengyue women and scholars in this regard.

If you meet a noble person like Zhao Xun and give you one or two poems, the fortune of the oiran may change greatly, and it is not impossible to skyrocket to the sky.

What's more, Zhao Xun gave her three songs in a row, and the first one is a masterpiece that can be left in history.

Han Miaoyi felt that her chance had come.

Less than ten days later is the annual Qujiang Poetry Fair.

A talent like Zhao Xun will definitely become famous by then. At that time, Han Miaoyi will bring out the three poems written by Zhao Xun for her, and her worth will definitely increase.

More importantly, Han Miaoyi felt that she cared more about Zhao Xun.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Zhao Xun is so perfect.

But it all seemed so unreal.

Is Zhao Lang really interested in her?Han Miaoyi didn't know.

Zhao Xun is a son of a nobleman, would the dignified prince of the state be in love with a romantic woman?

But if he wasn't in love with him, why did he write lyrics to her, three poems at a time?
Han Miaoyi couldn't figure it out, she really didn't understand.

After a long time, Han Miaoyi came back to her senses, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Xun, and held the teacup in her bare hands to respect Zhao Xun.

"Young Master Zhao, this is the best white tea on Jiangnan Road, try it."

When Zhao Xun took the teacup, he touched Han Miaoyi's pair of catkins, and his mind fluttered slightly for a moment.

Han Miaoyi's bare hands obviously haven't done any work, the onion fingers are slender and white, with a tinge of blood in the whiteness.

Immediately, two blushes rose on Han Miaoyi's cheeks, and she lowered her head slightly.

Zhao Xun gave a half-smile and took a sip.

This tea is clean and sweet, and the taste is very suitable for Zhao Xun.

In Zhao Xu's opinion, this feeling is the most emotional.

Looming, indistinct, neither far nor near.

Zhao Xun brewed some emotions, knew it was time, and said in a harmonious voice: "Miss Han, to tell you the truth, Zhao originally planned to travel the rivers and lakes, but when I met you, I decided to stop for a while."

When it comes to the ability to speak earthy love stories, Zhao Xun is an absolute genius, and his talent is even higher than that of poetry.

Han Miaoyi was startled when she heard this, and remained silent.

"After stopping, Zhao wanted to buy a piece of land for Ms. Han."

"Where?"

"Deadly."

Zhao Xun strikes while the iron is hot, taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

This time Han Miaoyi was completely defeated.

"Master Zhao... you... slave family..."

Han Miaoyi was a little incoherent, because she really didn't know what to say at this time.

At this time, Zhao Xun did not give Han Miaoyi a chance to back down, and resorted to a big killer: "Miss Han, I think you should be the loneliest person in the world."

Combined with the deep expression, it is absolutely perfect.

This trump card can be said to kill all men, women and children.

Because no matter who in this world thinks that they are not understood, they are alone.

Sure enough, Han Miaoyi fell in an instant.

As the oiran of Sanjiang Pavilion, she was naturally sought after.

But the pursuit is the pursuit, those people just repeat a few words, and they don't know how to feel sorry for others.

But Zhao Xun is not the case. Not only does he write good poems, but he also speaks love words nicely. Han Miaoyi really likes being with Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun also felt very comfortable. When he recited the three poems just now, he obviously felt the arrogance in his body fluctuate. It should be because his cultivation has improved to a certain extent.

Freezing three feet is not a one-day cold, and it is not a one-day effort to improve one's cultivation base.

According to his teacher Wu Quanyi, Zhao Xun's level of literary cultivation had reached between the ninth and eighth ranks before, and he was only one layer of window paper away from the eighth ranks.

Could it be that he wrote a few poems just now, did he get promoted?
Zhao Xun himself has no way to be sure, he can only find an opportunity for Master to take a look.

Well, he shouldn't think about these things now, he should seize the time to chat with Han Huakui about life, ideals, the world, wind, flowers, snow and moon, spring rain and autumn frost.

At this moment, Zhao Xun really realized the beauty of Dachawei.

It's wonderful here, beyond words.

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Zhao Xun opposed Han Huakui reciting poems in the attic, while Wangcai and Jia Xingwen pushed Pai Gow with the old bustard and Gui Gong on the second floor.

They really don't understand the elegant things of scholars, so instead of disturbing Zhao Xun's flirting with girls in the attic, it's better to withdraw tactfully and have some fun.

Wang Cai's card skills are amazing, after a few rounds, he has already made a lot of money.

The old bustard and Gui Gong had ashen complexions, as if they were mourning a concubine.

If she continues to lose like this, Han Miaoyi will lose all her 50 taels of tea money.

Zhao Xun and his party did not talk about whoring for nothing, and they might even have made money.

This is probably the first time in the world.

"Stop playing, stop playing, it's too late tonight."

The old bustard hurriedly stopped the loss: "It looks like Mr. Zhao is going to stay in our Sanjiang Pavilion. Do you want to find a girl too?"

Seeing that the bustard wanted to run away, Wangcai felt unwilling and said, "Sleeping with a girl is not as interesting as pushing Pai Gow. It's still early, why don't you play a few more."

The old bustard wanted to roll his eyes.

She thought to herself that you are so happy, but my old lady's scalp is numb.

If you lose like this, your mentality will explode.

No, no, no, you can't play anymore.

The old bustard shook her head like a rattle, as if she didn't listen or listened, just chanting sutras.

Wangcai sighed helplessly: "Since that's the case, please help us find two girls. You don't need to be proficient in everything, as long as you have a plump figure."

Jia Xingwen didn't say much during the whole process.

This kind of thing has the little fat man to come forward, and he is happy to sit back and enjoy the success.

When the madam heard that Wangcai and Jia Xingwen wanted to find a girl to sleep with, she immediately changed into a pleasing and charming posture.

"Okay, this is simple. I'll go and help the two masters."

The old bustard got up and walked away quickly, twisting Liu Snake's waist, as if afraid that Wangcai and the others would go back on their word.

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In the attic on the third floor, Zhao Xun was half lying on the ground, sleeping soundly on his back.

Han Miaoyi at the side was stunned in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao Xiaogong, who is so literary and elegant, can be so... so free and easy when he sleeps.

The point is that they were still talking about the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and those moving myths and stories.

But while chatting, Mr. Zhao fell asleep by himself.

Han Miaoyi wanted to help him onto the bed, but firstly she had no strength, and secondly she was afraid of waking Zhao Xun up.

What's even more amazing is that Han Miaoyi didn't feel sleepy tonight.

She just wanted to sit here quietly and admire this handsome man.

Tonight is so perfect, everything is like a dream.

Han Miaoyi was afraid that everything would be in vain if she woke up after falling asleep.

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(End of this chapter)