My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 289 Concubine named Zhu Shuzhen, who lives in Liulin Lane

This group of dandies were originally arrogant and arrogant people from a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. The reason why they gave Qian Ziyi face was not because of Qian Ziyi's talents, but because of the golden signature of the Qian family.

Now a so-called disciple from the capital's high school suddenly appeared, even though his face was like a crown of jade and his personality was like a dragon, they also dismissed him in their hearts.

Seeing that Qian Ziyi actually pulled this person into the arena, many people felt even more dissatisfied.

Du Cheng frowned and said: "Brother Ziyi, you and I are gathering in a small circle today. I'm afraid it's not suitable for such people who are studying abroad with unknown origins to participate in the poetry meeting. If it's really the sons of the Han family who came to Jiangnan, how can we not know?"

Xue Ting smiled proudly: "The Han family in the capital has lasted for hundreds of years. There are not thousands of children in the family, there are hundreds, and there are countless side branches...Brother Ziyi, let him go, so as not to disturb our elegant mood."

Meng Donglin even got up and waved his hands, and said indifferently: "You don't have an invitation card, how did you get into the building outside the building?"

Wang Lin smiled lightly, and pointed to the people outside the arena: "The way my dear friends come in, I will also enter in the same way."

Qian Ziyi pondered for a while: "The one who comes is a guest, Du Cheng, Xue Ting, Donglin, since we have made friends through literature, if this brother Han can write a masterpiece that breaks the real lady's title, I would like to hand it over to Han." Brother, this friend from afar!"

After Qian Ziyi said this, Du Cheng and the others didn't dare to say anything more.

"Forget it, drink quickly, if you don't get a good one, go!" Du Cheng sneered.

These people think that Wang Lin came here uninvited, and deliberately in the name of the so-called Han family in the capital, and probably came here to cling to the Qian family.

Qian Ziyi clasped his hands and said, "Brother Han, please enlighten me!"

A smile appeared on Wang Lin's face.

Although he was not at all interested in the poems of these so-called dandies, but if copying poems can improve his reputation and merit, it doesn't matter if he copies two at random.

Moreover, he deliberately approached Qian Ziyi today, and if he wanted to set up a trap, he had to throw one or two bricks into the door.

Wang Lin looked around at the dudes, cupped his fists and said, "If that's the case, then I'll show my shame."

"Luo Hua, give it to the real lady."

"The day is slanting in the mighty sorrow of leaving, and the chanting whip points east to the end of the world. Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

When Wang Lin finished singing, everyone on the court was shocked.

Even though people like Du Cheng look down on Wang Lin as an inexplicable outsider, they have to admit that this quatrain is not only relevant, but also full of wit.

Qian Ziyi groaned silently for a while, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

In fact, he didn't expect Wang Lin to produce any good works, and he just wanted to show his magnanimity in front of the beautiful woman.

But as soon as this sentence came out, he regretted it.

Today's Poetry Club is just a vehicle for him to show off his literary talents to please the beauties, because he knows that people like Du Cheng are not as talented as he is in flattering horses.

But if a foreigner really wins the lottery, where does he, the son of the king of the south of the Yangtze River, Qian Ziyi, who claims to be the number one talent in the south of the Yangtze River, have his face?
At this time, I heard a quiet and calm female voice coming from the bead curtain, slightly surprised: "Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. This quatrain, Mr. Han, is brilliant in thinking, expressing ambition in poetry, touching people's hearts .”

Zhu Shuzhen actually spoke.

And such a high rating.

There was a touch of weirdness on the faces of the dandies present.

Qian Ziyi's face instantly became ugly.

"Mr. Han is a great talent, but a young girl is not talented. I would like to use the West Lake as the subject again. Please give me some advice."

The corner of Wang Lin's eyes flicked over Qian Ziyi's stiff face, and he smiled and said, "Since the real lady asked the question, I have no choice but to resign myself to it."

Wang Lin turned to look at Qian Ziyi, cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Qian, do you know if you can?"

Qian Ziyi forced a smile: "Brother Han, please!"

Wang Lin smiled lightly, without thinking about it, and chanted to himself: "Touching the fish - should be the real lady's question, West Lake, Panchun."

"Rising West Lake, new rain for half a pole, and the wind softening outside the song dust wave.

Lanzhou is the same as Yuanyangpu, the weather is cold and warm.

The curtain is half-rolled, and a strand of it is stretched. The song cloud does not hinder the peach blossom fan.

Yingjiao Yanwan.

Let the madmen have no guts, and the princes and grandchildren have hatred, so don't put the wine glass shallow.

Chuiyang Bank, where is the Red Pavilion and Green Pavilion? Now You Xing is completely lazy.

The mountains and waters are still in good condition, but the clouds are scattered.

Don't you see, the place of singing and dancing is full of greenery and becomes an autumn garden.

The setting sun is late, the catkins are falling and the flowers are flying, and the spring is about to go, and the eyes are far away from the water and the sky. "

After Wang Lin finished singing, the audience fell silent.

Immediately, some unsophisticated scholars outside the arena couldn't help but applaud and applaud, and even those inside the arena, such as Du Cheng, looked at each other in blank dismay and praised in their hearts.

Yan Qing stood on the periphery and praised in her heart: The prince is so talented, he shames all scholars in the south of the Yangtze River!
If we talk about the previous quatrains of falling flowers, it still can't resonate with scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, but this Que Moyu'er has directly written all the charms of the south of the Yangtze River and the style of the West Lake.

The bead curtain rang softly, and the beautiful maid came out just now, and handed Wang Lin a note respectfully, with two lines of beautiful and soft words on it: "My concubine's name is Zhu Shuzhen, and she lives in Liulin Lane."

Inside the bead curtain, Zhu Shuzhen's quiet voice came again: "Mr. Han's talent and learning are no less than that of Wang Lin of Shandong. I like this fisherman very much. If you don't mind, you can come to my house to get together someday!"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

People like Du Cheng couldn't help cursing in their stomachs, what a shameless lowly servant girl, who openly lures a man home, what shame is there?
Besides, isn't this a public slap in the face of Qian Ziyi?
Qian Ziyi's face was gloomy, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Wang Lin was also slightly surprised.

He didn't think that he could attract a beauty to fall in love with him on the spot by copying two poems at random, that's not the case.

Especially a talented woman like Zhu Shuzhen who is very good at poetry.

At this time, if he said such words, he was probably saying them deliberately for Qian Ziyi to hear.

Use me as a knife?

Wang Lin smiled indifferently, but calmly folded up the note and stuffed it into his bosom again, then cupped his hands to Qian Ziyi: "Brother Ziyi, I'm taking my farewell!"

When it was over, Wang Lin walked away.

The crowd was stunned.

Downstairs outside the building, Yan Qing smiled and said: "My lord, this time the concubine's elder brother Han Ting is going to be famous in the south of the Yangtze River. However, this time, my lord, Qian Ziyi will definitely not let it go."

Wang Lin nodded: "This real lady is not simple. She was able to lead me home without fear of the power of the King Jiangnan. Although she was suspected of killing me, I still admire her courage and courage. .”

"My lord, Qian Zhongshu, the transshipment envoy from the two Zhejiang provinces, has stolen a high position in the south of the Yangtze River. He has abused his power for personal gain. The Qian family has extorted money for five years, and even sold private salt. This person is the source of troubles in the south of the Yangtze River, far more than Mumbai, the head of the Hangzhou Manufacturing Bureau."

Yan Qing bowed and saluted: "My lord is right to take advantage of the Qian family if he wants to move the Jiangnan chess game, but the subordinates think that it is not appropriate for the lord to take the risk himself."

"Xiaoyi, the wind and waves in the south of the Yangtze River are high and the waves are strong. I just lit a fire today. Let's see if it can be burned first."

Wang Lin looked back and saw a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi hurried out of the building outside the building.

The man clasped his hands from afar and said, "Young Master Han, please stay!"

"I am Qian Yong, the chief steward of Mr. Qian Xianggong's family who is the transshipment envoy from Zhejiang and Zhejiang provinces. On the orders of my eldest son, please ask Mr. Han to stay at his residence in Hangzhou. Tomorrow, my son will personally visit him!"

Wang Lin smiled calmly, and glanced at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing immediately said: "My son lives in Yanyu Inn, Yanguan Lane, Hangzhou City."

Qian Yong's complexion changed.

This Yanguan Lane is just opposite to Guirenfang, where Zhu Shuzhen's family lives, and the straight-line distance is less than [-] steps.

……

Outer building.

The so-called West Lake Poems will come to nothing with the publication of Wang Lin's two poems and Zhu Shuzhen's halfway exit.

A hint of ferocity appeared on Qian Ziyi's delicate face.

Meng Donglin cupped his hands and said, "My lord, this person claims to live in Yanguan Lane. Could it be that he has known the real lady for a long time, and today, is he here to disrupt the situation?"

Du Cheng sneered and said, "Is there a need to ask? It's probably the case. Brother Ziyi, it's worthwhile for you to come forward and leave it to my younger brother."

"Send a few people over there, arrest them, beat them up, and drive them out of Hangzhou City. Or just beat them to death and sink them into the Qiantang River!"

Qian Ziyi scolded with anger, "Nonsense! This person is a good poet, I'm afraid he has a lot of background, you don't want to make trouble!"

Qian Ziyi thought for a while, and said coldly: "Qian Yong, send someone to keep an eye on this Han Ting. If he just came to Jiangnan to study, enjoy the scenery for a few days and then leave, that's all. If..."

"If he really goes to Liulin Lane to visit the real lady..."

A sharp light flashed in Qian Ziyi's eyes: "It's a must, I'm going to personally weigh his weight."

"I'll go first." Qian Ziyi left in a hurry.

Xue Ting frowned aside.

He really didn't understand, that Zhu Shuzhen was beautiful and talented, but she was an abandoned woman.

Women like Zhu Shuzhen can be found everywhere in Hangzhou, but which of the courtesans on the West Lake painting boat is not better than her?
As Qian Ziyi, she couldn't get any woman she wanted, so she insisted on taking an abandoned woman back as a concubine.

But this Zhu Shuzhen doesn't know how to flatter her.

Meng Donglin said: "Brother Xue, why don't you and I help Brother Ziyi snatch this Zhu Shuzhen and send it directly to Qian's mansion... It's really speechless to spend such a lot of trouble for a mere official who abandoned his wife."

Xue Ting laughed loudly: "Old Meng, I'm advising you not to meddle in other people's business. Brother Zi Yi, I'm afraid it's just a good thing. The more this Zhu family girl refuses to follow in every possible way, the more fun he may find. Let's intervene. It’s not pretty anymore.”

Meng Donglin smiled coldly: "In that case, then kill that kid surnamed Han, so as not to cause trouble!"

"A foreigner, what do you care about him? The Qian family is in Hangzhou, in the south of the Yangtze River. What kind of family is it that Brother Ziyi wants what he wants to escape from his palm?"

"Let's go, go to my house, I bought two new Yangzhou skinny horses, why don't you guys have fun together."

……

A soft sedan strolled into Liulin Lane, and settled in front of a house with white walls and black tiles. A young woman in her twenties came down with a slim figure, beautiful appearance, a pink skirt and a green jacket.

It was Zhu Shuzhen.

Qian Ziyi galloped up on the horse, got off the horse and cupped his hands with a smile: "My lady, I left the banquet in a hurry and didn't eat any food. Why don't I follow Qian to the Xinghualou in front of me to have some snacks?"

Zhu Shuzhen said indifferently in her beautiful eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your kindness. I'm not hungry, so I'm going back to rest."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Shuzhen pushed the door in, and immediately closed the door tightly.

Qian Ziyi's face darkened.

(End of this chapter)