My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 293: The dragon loves the sage in the word, rolls up the Qiantang waves and piles snow!
The red sun hangs high.

Bring a little warmth to the cold Hangzhou.

In Liulin Lane, a steady stream of scholars and even traffickers flocked in. At this moment, Liulin Lane has been completely surrounded.

The qin music was melodious, and two West Lake oirans played the qin in front of Zhu Shuzhen's door. Their long sleeves fluttered and their looks were peerless.

And between the two women, set up a tall case, filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Wang Lin wore a Qingjin Confucian shirt and a happy crown on his head. His face was like a jade crown, and his spirit was high.

There was a lot of people around.

But when Wang Lin was at his desk writing, he became completely silent again, and he could faintly hear the rapid heartbeat of everyone excited and excited.

It's crazy.

In just half an hour, this young Confucian scholar from the capital had uttered three excellent poems to woo Zhu Shuzhen, who stayed behind closed doors, all of which were contemporary masterpieces.

Wang Lin accomplished it overnight.

Immediately after the brush and ink were dry, I raised it and handed it to Zhu Lin, a scholar from Hangzhou who volunteered to be a singer.

Zhu Lin glanced at it, his face showing astonishment, and immediately began to chant aloud in cadence, and many scholars around him bowed their heads and hurriedly recorded.

"Partridge sky, Jizhen lady."

"Three paths of fragrant roots are not clustered. Every time after the frost, the fragrance is sown. The nymphs on the branches are ashamed to see, and the hordes outside the fence are unheard. Love is full of thoughts and thoughts. Chanting around the window. In the west wind, I know that the newcomer is a little thinner."

After Zhu Lin chanted, the scholars in the crowd heard it and exclaimed again and again, and immediately there were applause one after another.

Someone jumped up and shouted: "Mr. Han, you are a great talent in this world. Such a wonderful word can be handed down to the world. I wonder if the company still exists?"

"What a roller blind man is in the west wind! Young master is so talented!"

"Zhu Shuzhen, come out and sing harmony!!!"

At this time, there are also ladies among the crowd, especially some daughters who have not left the cabinet of officials and eunuchs. At this moment, they are thinking of spring. This series of words of courtship makes them very moved, and they wish they could replace them with their own bodies.

Seeing that the door of Zhu's house was still closed tightly, there was no sound.

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but began to complain: "Miss Zhu, Mr. Han is so affectionate, why don't you open the door to see him? Mr. Han is a poet, has a noble character, and a prominent family background. He is such a good husband. How can you wait for me?" When, what else?"

Even the two West Lake courtesans that Wang Lin sent Yan Qing to play the qin to help out, are actually well-known figures in the West Lake, the guests of the rich and powerful families in Hangzhou, seeing that Wang Lin's shocking works have never been able to impress Zhu Shuzhen, they feel even more aggrieved .

The two women secretly aimed at Wang Lin.

People are like jade, momentum is like rainbow.

Such a person with both talent and beauty, I don't know if he was blind and dizzy, but he fell in love with the daughter of the Zhu family!
There are beauties everywhere in Hangzhou, and there is no shortage of beauties who are overwhelmed by the country and the city, why Zhu Shuzhen was singled out!
The two women thought in their hearts that such a wishful man, if they pretended to use words, they would rather redeem themselves, follow, and become slaves and handmaids.

Zhu Shuzhen hid behind the door panel, her face was flushed and her heart was beating rapidly.

Wang Lin made such a big noise outside, which startled her at first, and then, a wonderful word came out, which directly touched her heart.

Wang Lin's poetic talent is indeed better than the rumors, no wonder Li Qingzhao's generation of talented women, the idol in her heart, also promised her with her body!

If Wang Lin really came to court, maybe Zhu Shuzhen would have opened the door to greet her.

But she knew that Wang Lin was definitely not a sincere courtship.

Apart from having ulterior motives to come up with this time, there may also be a little bit of intention to clean up her stigma.

Giving and receiving in private is for frivolity and violation of secular ethics.

But courting in public, and courting in a frank and upright way with brilliant poems and prose, this is an enviable romantic story!

From then on, maybe it was her name Zhu Shuzhen, she should have gone out of the south of the Yangtze River, to the world of the Song Dynasty, and really equaled Li Qingzhao.

At this moment, Zhu Shu's sincere feelings towards Wang Lin gradually dissipated.

Even a little grateful.

After Wang Lin's affairs are over and her real identity is exposed, no one will dare to touch her when she is in Hangzhou.

Even the Qian family.

Just kidding, who would dare to touch the woman who is the favorite of Bohai County King Wang Lin?

Everyone was looking forward to it, staring at the door of Zhu's house.

Haven't moved for a long time.

Everyone was extremely disappointed, laughing and even cursing everywhere.

The two oirans felt resentment in their hearts, they kept holding hands, and once again stroked Feng Qiuhuang.

"There is a beautiful woman who will never forget.

I don’t see you in a day, thinking like crazy.

The phoenix flies soaring, seeking the phoenix from all over the world..."

Before the sound of the piano fell, many scholars and ladies covered their faces and sobbed.

Such an infatuated man, how can he love bad people!Such a daughter of the Zhu family, what can He De do? !

But Wang Lin sighed softly, seeming to be disappointed, but also seemed to be determined after all the setbacks, and started to write at the desk again.

The crowd was constantly surging, and many scholars couldn't help but want to go up to see it. What kind of worldly words would Wang Lin write.

Zhu Lin also took a closer look.

Wang Lin finally put down his pen.

Hundreds of scholars and the unknown ladies and youths mixed in the crowd all held their breath together.

Zhu Lin stared deeply, his hand holding the poem was trembling.

It took him a long time to sing slowly and loudly: "Spring in Qinyuan, winter nights are like years."

"Winter nights are like years, and there is no sleep on the guest's pillow. How can it be dawn. Wait for the remaining 25, and the colder, and listen to the remaining [-], and the dawn bell. The rain is knocking on the canopy, and the beach is shaking the cable. It always complains to Liren. Over and over again. I heard that I deeply hated the sea and built a city of sorrow. I asked you why I was lingering. I think the most painful thing in the world is farewell. Thinking of thousands of mountains and rivers, sinking fish and geese, one body and two places, swallowing swallows and frying warblers. There are many embroidery pillow marks, The brocade quilt is fragrant and cold, implying that Wushan's dream will not come true. How can I leave it out, these two words lovesickness, thousands of miles of false fame."

An elegant picture immediately appeared in everyone's eyes.

A young man in brocade clothes stands on a boat and goes south along the canal. He quietly gazes at the distant city of Hangzhou, drinks a cup of wine, and expresses his lovesickness.

The writing is exquisite, the love is as deep as the sea, like weeping and complaining.

The surroundings were silent, and immediately there were endless sighs.

Almost all the scholars were moved, and those sentimental boudoir women burst into tears.

What an affectionate man through the ages!

At the beginning, one or two scholars shouted: "My lady, open the door!"

Then it aroused the sympathy of countless people. The crowd waved their arms, and the scrolls flew across, and slammed on Zhu Shuzhen's black house door!

Inside the door, Zhu Shuzhen has a pretty face.

Reason told her that this was not true.

But if this que was not true, how could Wang Lin recite it?

Zhu Shuzhen's hands trembled, and she could hardly bear it.

Her clear eyes fell on Wang Lin through the crack of the door.

A sentence came to mind: Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

But she suddenly felt cold.

With Wang Lin's appearance, title, literary talent, and martial arts, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is No. 1 in the world. Such a young and powerful man is so precious, how can he have a heart of love for her, an abandoned woman, she is really impressed by these few poems. I blinked!
Zhu's door is still closed.

Even Wang Lin was a little surprised this time.

He has done what he can and should do, presumably Zhu Shuzhen is also a wonderful person with a little bit of understanding, how can he not come out like this?

Wang Lin gritted his teeth. At this moment, there was a handsome scholar in his twenties in the crowd, who jumped up and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Hearing this spring in the garden, winter nights are like years, and someone is as moved as hearing the sound of a whirlwind." Inexplicable. Please tell me, my lord, are you old acquaintances with Mrs. Zhu's family?"

Wang Lin nodded slowly: "Yes, and no. When I came to Hangzhou two years ago, I ran into a real lady, and I was shocked... Then I heard that the real lady married someone else, and I was very sad. Now that the real lady is married to someone else. When people are in harmony with each other, they are free, and I am ecstatic, so I sail the boat from Tokyo to the south, worrying and thinking endlessly on the boat, so I can make this Queqin garden spring."

The scholar nodded again and again: "Young master is full of talent and love. He is really a dragon in Ci, a sage in love, and has unparalleled demeanor. He can be a model for scholars in my life! From now on, I will use you as my Ci teacher! "

Someone else shouted: "My lord, why bother with a daughter from the Zhu family? I have outstanding people in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are countless beautiful women. The lord's expression of poetry today will definitely captivate countless beauties in the south of the Yangtze River. If not, choose another girl and make a good story." how?"

Wang Lin smiled without saying a word.

As usual, people kept coming to Liulin Lane, even the Yanguan Lane over there was crowded with people. Wang Lin wrote poems in Liulin Lane to court the daughter of the Zhu family. The entire city of Hangzhou!

The Qiantang River bank at the far end was surging, rolling up thousands of piles of snow!

The cold wind was blowing, but everyone's heart was boiling.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, feeling that he was still close to the climax, so he leaned over his desk and wrote again.

Everyone was stunned, but there are still more?

The sixth song!

That's what Wen Qu Xing went down to earth! ! !

"Toad Palace Song Spring Love."

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, and the breath is like a gossamer. There is a lingering fragrance in the sky, so I hope for a thousand gold wanderers. When the syndrome comes, it is exactly when ? When the lights are half dim, when the moon is half bright."

After Wang Lin finished writing, he paused, as if he felt that it was not enough, so he simply continued to add fire.

He was at his desk again.

Everyone's eyes are straightened, the seventh song!
"Huatangchun, one generation, one pair for a lifetime."

"One generation, one couple in a lifetime, fighting for two places of ecstasy. Lovesickness and not blind date, who is the spring for? It's easy to beg on the blue bridge, but it's hard to run to the blue sea. If you meet each other and drink in Oxford, you will be like a guest."

Two words with very different styles in succession, the former tells the pain of lovesickness, while the latter is slightly sad and praying to everyone...

This directly and completely ignited the emotions of the scholars and ladies present.

The crowds are crowded and the crowd is surging.

There were those who shouted and cheered, some who cried tears of grief, and some who looked wildly. There were even many ladies who rushed towards Wang Lin with their pink arms raised high, regardless of everything else.

The place of literature in the south of the Yangtze River, the place of romance through the ages.

The seven wonderful words are enough to be passed on through the ages, and they are enough to add a lot of color to Jiangnan Shilin!
Today's seven poems, if you add the previous three poems, ten poems have been handed down to the world. Such a great talent is absolutely unprecedented!

How can the people in Jiangnan not be crazy about it.

The door of Zhu's house suddenly opened with a creak, and Zhu Shuzhen, who was in a white dress with a pink skirt and picturesque eyebrows, stood quietly in the door, casting complex and tender eyes on Wang Lin.

"Young master is a great talent, ten poems were written by slaves... Even if you pretend to be false, slaves are also willing to welcome you into the curtain."

Wang Lin walked slowly.

Behind him, hundreds of thousands of people cheered.

(End of this chapter)