Zhao Xun really...understands her so well.
Han Miaoyi couldn't get out of her emotions for a long time.
I know you, I understand you.
This is probably what the so-called bosom friend means.
Zhao Xun is indeed a wonderful person, and he is also the noble person in her life.
In fact, what an oiran like Han Miaoyi lacks most is not beauty or skills but resources.
In this regard, there is no difference between a romantic woman and a scholar.
If you meet a noble person like Zhao Xun and give him a poem or two as a gift, the oiran's luck may change greatly, and it is not impossible for him to skyrocket to the sky.
What's more, Zhao Xun gave her three poems in a row, all of which are masterpieces that will leave their mark in history.
Han Miaoyi felt that her opportunity had come.
In less than ten days, the annual Qujiang Poetry Festival will be held.
A talent like Zhao Xun will definitely become famous by then. When Han Miaoyi takes out the three poems that Zhao Xun wrote for her, her worth will definitely rise.
More importantly, Han Miaoyi felt that she cared more about Zhao Xun.
The man on Mo is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
No matter from which angle you look at it, Zhao Xun is so perfect.
But it all seems so unreal.
Is Zhao Lang really interested in her? Han Miaoyi doesn't know.
Zhao Xun is a son of a noble family. Would the majestic Duke Cheng be in love with a romantic woman?
But if he wasn't in love with her, why did he compose three poems for her?
Han Miaoyi couldn't understand, she really didn't understand.
After a long time, Han Miaoyi finally came to her senses, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Xun, and presented it to Zhao Xun with her bare hands holding the teacup.
"Mr. Zhao, this is the best white tea from Jiangnan Road. Try it."
When Zhao Xun took the tea cup, he touched Han Miaoyi's catkins, and his mind was slightly trembling for a moment.
Han Miaoyi's plain hands had obviously never done any work. Her green fingers were slender and white, with a hint of blood in their whiteness.
Two blushes suddenly appeared on Han Miaoyi's cheeks, and she lowered her head slightly.
Zhao Xun half-smiled, and took a sip.
This tea is clear and sweet, and the taste is very suitable to Zhao Xun's liking.
In Zhao Xu's opinion, this feeling is the most emotional.
Faint and visible, neither close nor separated, neither far nor close.
Zhao Xun worked up some emotions and knew it was time, so he said harmoniously: "Miss Han, to be honest, Zhao originally planned to travel around the world, but when he met you, he decided to stop for a while."
When it comes to the ability to speak earthy love stories, Zhao Xun is a peerless talent, and his talent is even better than writing poetry.
Han Miaoyi was stunned when she heard this and remained silent.
"After stopping, Zhao wanted to buy a piece of land for Miss Han."
"Where?"
"Dead-hearted."
Zhao Xun struck while the iron was hot and pursued the victory.
This time Han Miaoyi was completely defeated.
"Master Zhao...you...nujia..."
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 retreat and resorted to a murderous weapon: "Miss Han, I think you should be the loneliest person in the world."
Paired with the deep expression, it's simply perfect.
This killer weapon can be said to kill men, women, old and young alike.
Because no matter who you are in this world, you will think that you are not understood and you are lonely.
As expected, Han Miaoyi fell instantly.
As the oiran of Sanjiang Pavilion, she is naturally very popular.
But after being admired, those people keep saying those few words over and over again, but they don’t understand how to feel sorry for others.
But Zhao Xun was not the same. Not only was he a good poet, but he was also good at talking about love. Han Miaoyi really liked being with Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun also felt very comfortable. When he chanted three poems just now, he clearly felt some fluctuations in the Haoran energy in his body. It should be that his cultivation level had improved to a certain extent.
Freezing three feet didn't happen in a day, and neither does improving one's cultivation level in a day.
According to his mentor Wu Quanyi, Zhao Xun's previous literary level was between the ninth and eighth grades, and there was only a layer of window paper between him and the eighth grade.
Didn’t he just write a few poems and his Jin rank was upgraded?
Zhao Xun had no way of knowing for sure, so he could only look for opportunities to let his master take a look.
Well, he shouldn't think about this now. He should seize the time to chat with Han Huakui about life, ideals, the world, romance, spring rain and autumn frost.
At this moment, Zhao Xun truly realized the beauty of tea party.
This place is wonderful, wonderful beyond words.
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Zhao Xun was reciting poems with Han Huakui in the attic, while Wangcai and Jia Xingwen were playing Pai Gow with the madam and Turtle Gow on the second floor.
They really don't understand the elegant things of scholars. Instead of disturbing Zhao Xun in the attic while flirting with girls, they might as well step out and have some fun.
The Wangcai card skills are amazing, and I have already made a lot of money after a few rounds.
The bustard and the turtle had pale faces, as if they were mourning for their heirs.
If she continues to lose like this, Han Miaoyi will lose all her fifty taels of silver tea money.
Zhao Xun and his party may have even made some money, not to mention having sex for nothing.
This is probably the first time in the world.
"No more fun, no more fun, it's too late tonight."
The old bustard quickly cut his losses: "Looks like Mr. Zhao is going to stay in our Sanjiang Pavilion. Do you want to find a girl too?"
Seeing that the madam wanted to run away, Wangcai said unwillingly: "Sleeping with a girl is not as fun as pushing Pai Gow. It's still early, so why not play a few more games."
The madam wanted to roll her eyes when she heard this.
She thought to herself that you are really happy, but my mother’s scalp is numb because of the loss.
If you keep losing like this, your mentality will explode.
No, no, I can't play anymore.
The madam shook her head like a rattle, as if she was not listening and was chanting sutras like a bastard.
Wangcai sighed helplessly: "In that case, please help us find two girls. It doesn't have to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, just plump figures."
Jia Xingwen didn't say much during the whole process.
If the little fat man intervenes in this kind of thing, he is happy to sit back and enjoy the results.
When the madam heard that Wang Cai and Jia Xingwen wanted to find a girl to sleep with, she immediately changed her posture into a charming and charming one.
"Okay, this is simple. I will help you two masters."
The old bustard stood up, twisted Liu She's waist and left quickly, as if she was afraid that Wangcai and the others would regret it.
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In the third-floor attic, Zhao Xun was half lying on the ground, sleeping soundly with his arms spread out.
Han Miaoyi on the side was stunned in surprise.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao, who is so talented and elegant, would be so...so free and unrestrained when sleeping.
The key is that just now they were talking about the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the Zhou Dynasty, and those touching myths and stories.
But while chatting, Mr. Zhao fell asleep.
Han Miaoyi wanted to help him to the bed, but firstly she had no strength, and secondly she was afraid of waking Zhao Xun.
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 husband.
Tonight is so perfect, everything feels like a dream.
Han Miaoyi was afraid that everything would be in vain when she woke up after falling asleep.
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This chapter has been completed!