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Chapter 160

"Young master, are you too affectionate?"

"My lord, are you trying to make Xiaolan fall in love with you?"

"Young master, you really deserve to be a romantic talent, how many people will you harm?"

"Wait, son, if you don't give Rushi a better song, Rushi won't listen."

Xiaoju, Xiaolian, Wu Xue, and Liu Qingyue all joked.

However, Xiaolan's eyes suddenly turned red, feeling a little sad, she folded her sleeves and thanked him: "Thank you young master for giving me paintings and poems, Xiaolan loves it very much, if she doesn't know that she can't climb high, she will definitely chase after young master."

"My son, we Xiaolan confessed to you. Xiaolan is the number one talented woman in our conservatory of music, the number one campus belle, and the dream goddess of countless boys. There are not ten thousand boys who pursue her, but there are eight thousand boys, but Xiaolan doesn't even look straight. Don't even look at them. Young master, don't you say a few words?"

Xiaomei said angrily.

Immediately, Zhang Yang felt a different kind of comfort, blissful, almost going to heaven.

However, he couldn't help but talk, so he said with a smile: "Xiaomei, you are wrong. Tonight is the Qinhuai River in the late Ming Dynasty. This is the famous Yihong Academy. Where is the school of music? There is only a famous school here. The prostitutes Chen Yuanyuan, Liu Rushi, and four beautiful girls, Xiaolan, Xiaomei, Xiaoju, and Xiaolian."

"It's so good at talking, it's simply brilliant."

All the beauties admire and worship extremely.

Such a handsome young man, a super talented man, is any top beauty willing to let go of his reserve and chase after him?

The second performer is Xiaomei, who is also versatile.

Accompanied by three beauties with guqin, pipa, and flute.

She sings and dances, with her beautiful dancing posture, melodious singing voice, and bright and kind eyes.

Let Zhang Yang feel as refreshed as if he had eaten ice cream in June.

He immediately drew a plum blossom in the heavy snow, which was extremely gorgeous.

Then write a poem!

Snow resembles plum blossoms, plum blossoms resemble snow.Both likeness and dislikeness are strange.Who knows the annoying flavor?May I ask to take Nanlou Yue.

I remember last year, the plum season.No one said old things.For whom is drunk and who wakes up?To this day I still hate parting lightly.

It uses regular script, Yan Zhenqing's face in the Tang Dynasty, the font is dignified and majestic, and the momentum is open, it looks so magnificent.

"It's such a cold plum, I can feel the cold breath rushing towards my face. Also, this character is different? But it's still a master of calligraphy."

"This is regular script, the face of the great calligrapher Yan Zhenqing, but his skill is higher than that of Yan Zhenqing, so it is of great value."

"It used to be Ouyang Xun's European style, but now it is Yan Zhenqing's Yan style. You are also good at running script, surpassing calligrapher Wang Xizhi, and cursive script, better than cursive sage Zhang Xu. If you talk about calligraphy, the calligraphers in history dare to stand in front of you. pride?"

"Young master, have you fallen in love with Xiaomei too? Let's say goodbye lightly. Hehehe..."

"My lord, you are merciful everywhere, making beautiful women heartbroken and Xiaomei crying..."

Xiaolan, Wu Xue, and Wu Xue exclaimed one after another.

But Xiaoju and Xiaolian are flirting.

As for Xiaomei, she was so happy that her breath was short of breath, her eyes were hot, and she was speechless.

The third performer is the quieter Xiao Lian.

It is also singing and dancing, which is very extraordinary.

And she is very pure, giving people a different kind of beauty.

Zhang Yang was very happy, and with a swipe of his brush, he drew a budding lotus flower, and also outlined the hazy shadow of a lotus pond.

The poem said:
The east wind and drizzle are coming,
There is light thunder outside the Furong pond.

The golden toad gnaws the lock and burns incense,
The jade tiger draws the silk and draws the well back.

Jia's peeping curtain, Han Yushao,
Concubine Mi stayed as a pillow for Wei Wangcai.

The heart of spring does not share the flowers to compete,
An inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray.

"My God, this is a different regular script. The willow style of Liu Gongquan, the great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, is clean and powerful, with a rigorous structure, exquisite brushwork, and straight brushwork. Xiao Lian, you are rich, this painting, this poem are real treasures."

Wu Xue was the first to exclaim.

"Little Lian, the young master told you every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray, kiss one."

Xiaolan screamed.

"Kiss a..."

The rest of the beauties were also shouting excitedly.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the party reached its peak.

Xiao Lian was dizzy with surprise, and she fell directly into Zhang Yang's arms.

"It's not bad to throw yourself into your arms."

Xiaomei yelled with a smirk.

Then Xiao Lian ran away shyly.

An extremely gorgeous red cloud flew out of his face.

The fourth performer is Xiaoju.

She drank a glass of wine with Zhang Yang first.

Just started singing and dancing.

The talented girl from the Conservatory of Music and the school girl are naturally good at singing and dancing.

A charming song and dance, plus that affectionate eyes.

It can definitely touch the heart of any lonely man.

Zhang Yang's mouth was parched, secretly thinking that he was really a bunch of goblins.

I was planted today.

He started painting, and soon he drew a golden chrysanthemum blooming layer upon layer, and the leaves were also verdant.

Then wrote a poem:
The official house is quiet, sitting until the moon is slanting to the west.The horn of Yongye whispers sadly to himself, and the heart of the guest is sad and homesick.The ends of the world in the north and the south.

Intestinal rupture, scratching his head and sighing.Qi mats are like cold jade pillows on a bed, where are the beauties drunk with yellow flowers.Twist the pipa with tears.

"It's a different regular script. This is Zhao Mengfu's Zhao style in the Yuan Dynasty. It is round and elegant, upright and rigorous, without losing the elegance and beauty of running script. The top calligraphy masterpiece. It surpasses Zhao Mengfu himself. It is also a love poem, and this flower is lifelike. , An extremely lifelike yellow chrysanthemum. It can be worth over a million now. Xiaoju, the young master is so kind to you. It seems that the little beauty is still the young master's favor." Liu Qingyue praised again and again, her face was full of envy.

"Oh my god, young master, did you surpass everyone in regular script?"

Wu Xue was extremely shocked.

"Everywhere in the north and south, where are the beauties drunk? My son, are you in love with Xiaoju? But yes, Xiaoju is the school belle of our Conservatory of Music, and she is soft on accepting love letters."

"Young master, you are too flirtatious, but you are not obscene, which made Xiaoju's heart open."

"..."

The three little beauties were also booing, their pretty faces were blushing, their beautiful eyes were full of spring, and Zhang Yang's gaze was extraordinarily gentle.

"Young master, if you chase me, I promise you..."

After Xiaoju finished speaking fieryly, she shyly fled to the side.

"Could it be that the talented scholars in ancient times were so happy?"

Zhang Yang was ecstatic.

Suddenly, he found that he fell in love with the life of such a gifted scholar.

The fifth performer was Liu Qingyue. She was accompanied by four beauties. She looked at Zhang Yang affectionately and sang:
There is a cold wave of sorrow and a ruthless afterglow, it is Xiaoxiao Nanpu.Even more blowing, frost streaks and lonely shadows, still remember, the old days were flying catkins.When Kuang came late, the smoke was setting and the sun was setting, and when he saw the passers-by, he was especially thin and waist-like.It's always a kind of desolation, very haggard, and there are still good words from Yantai.

Spring turns into autumn rain.Thinking about being romantic in the past, secretly hurting me like this.Even if there are, draw boats around the embankment, desolate, and the water clouds are still there.Recalling the past, a little east wind, separated by a heavy curtain, brows are sad.Waiting for an appointment with a plum soul, the moon is light at dusk, and I whisper with Yi Shenlian.

This is Liu Rushi's "Jinming Pond and Willows Occurring to the Cold".

(End of this chapter)