Chapter 289 Concubine named Zhu Shuzhen lives in Liulin Lane
Chapter 289: My concubine's name is Zhu Shuzhen, and her home is Liulin Lane
These playboys were arrogant and arrogant people from wealthy families in Jiangnan. The reason why they gave Qian Ziyi face was not because Qian Ziyi learned how to learn, but because of the Qian family's golden sign.
Now a so-called descendant from the capital suddenly appeared. Although his face was as beautiful as a jade and as a dragon, they also looked at him in their hearts.
Seeing that Qian Ziyi actually brought this person into the field, many people felt even more dissatisfied.
Du Cheng frowned and said, "Brother Ziyi, you and I are gathering in a small circle today. I am afraid that such study abroad people of unknown origins should not participate in the poetry meeting. If the Han family members really came to Jiangnan, how could we not know?"
Xue Ting smiled proudly: "The Han family in the capital has been going on for hundreds of years. There are not thousands of children in the family, but hundreds of them, and there are countless other branches... Brother Ziyi, please invite him to go so as not to disturb our good mood."
Meng Donglin even stood up and waved his hand, and said coldly: "You have no invitations, how did you get into the Louwai Building?"
Wang Lin smiled softly and pointed at the people outside the field: "How do you guys come in, I will also get in."
Qian Ziyi pondered for a moment: "The visitor is a guest, Du Cheng, Xue Ting, Donglin, since we are making friends through literature, if this brother Han can write a masterpiece and break the title of the real lady, I would like to hand it over to Han.
Brother, my friend from afar!”
After Qian Ziyi said this, Du Cheng and others dared not say anything more.
"Well, drink it quickly. If you don't have a good meal, go quickly!" Du Cheng sneered.
These people thought that Wang Lin came uninvited, and deliberately came under the name of the so-called Han family in the capital, 80% of them were leaning against the Qian family.
Qian Ziyi bowed and said, "I would like to ask Brother Han for advice!"
A smile appeared on Wang Lin's face.
Although he was not interested in the poetry of these so-called playboys, it would not matter if he copied the poems to enhance his reputation and merits.
Moreover, he deliberately approached Qian Ziyi today and wanted to set up a plan, he had to throw out one or two stepping stones.
Wang Lin looked around the playboys, hugged and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll be ugly."
"Fallen flowers, I'll give it to the real lady."
"The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is whip eastward and the end of the world is the end of the world. The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."
After Wang Lin finished singing, everyone on the court was shocked.
Although Du Cheng and others looked down on Wang Lin, an inexplicable foreigner, they had to admit that this quatrain is not only relevant to the topic, but also has great talent.
Qian Ziyi sang silently for a while, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.
He actually didn't expect Wang Lin to produce any excellent works, but he just showed his respect for the wise and magnanimous demeanor in front of the beautiful woman.
But as soon as this sentence was spoken, he felt regretful.
Today's poetry meeting is just a carrier for him to show off his literary talent and please his beauties, because he knew that the talent of Du Cheng and others was not as good as him.
But if a foreigner really gets the best, where will he, the prince of the King of Jiangnan, Qian Ziyi, who claims to be the number one talent in Jiangnan, sing his face?
At this moment, I heard a quiet and quiet female voice coming from the pearl curtain, with a slight surprise: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. This quatrain by Mr. Han is wonderful in his mind, and uses poetry to express his aspirations, which is touching and touching.
.”
Zhu Shuzhen actually spoke.
And it's such a high rating.
A strange look appeared on the face of the playboys present.
Qian Ziyi's face instantly became ugly.
"Young Master Han is a talented person, but a little girl is not talented. She is willing to use West Lake as the topic and ask her to give her some advice."
Wang Lin's eyes flashed over Qian Ziyi's stiff face and smiled and said, "Since the real lady is asking for a question, I have to make it difficult."
Wang Lin turned around and looked at Qian Ziyi, bowed and said, "Mr. Qian, don't know if it's possible?"
Qian Ziyi forced a smile: "Brother Han!"
Wang Lin chuckled lightly, without thinking, and chanted: "Sitting fish——Empression by Ying Zhen's wife, West Lake, looking forward to spring."
"The West Lake is rising, and the rain is half a pole, and the wind is soft outside the curved dust.
The orchid boats are on the Yuanyangpu together, and the weather is tender, cold and warm.
The curtain is half rolled, and a wisp is sang, and the song clouds do not hinder the peach blossom fan.
The orioles are charming and gentle.
If the madman has no heart and the prince has hatred, don’t put the wine glass on the shallow glass.
Where is the red pavilion and green hall on the weeping willow bank? Now you are lazy.
The mountains and water conditions are still good, but the silk and clouds are scattered.
Haven't you seen it, singing and dancing, and the green droughts are all over the autumn garden.
The setting sun is late again, and the catkins are falling and the flowers are flying. The spring is about to leave, but the eyes are broken and the sky is far away."
After Wang Lin finished singing, the audience remained silent.
Immediately, the scholars outside the venue were a little ignorant and could not help but applaud and applaud. Even Du Cheng and other people inside the venue looked at each other and praised them in their hearts.
Yan Qing stood outside and praised in his heart: The prince is so talented, he is ashamed of the scholars in Jiangnan!
If the previous quatrain of falling flowers cannot resonate with scholars in Jiangnan, this quatrain directly describes the charm of Jiangnan and the charm of West Lake.
The pearl curtain sounded lightly, and the beautiful maid came out and respectfully handed Wang Lin a note with two beautiful lines: "My name is Zhu Shuzhen, and she lives in Liulin Lane."
In the pearl curtain, Zhu Shuzhen's quiet voice came again: "Young Master Han is no less talented than Wang Lin from Shandong. I like this slutty man very much. If the young master does not dislike him, you can gather at my house in the future!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Du Cheng and others couldn't help but curse themselves in their stomachs. What a shameless slut who actually publicly led a man to his home. How can he remain shame?
Besides, isn’t this a public slap Qian Ziyi’s face?
Qian Ziyi's face was gloomy and her shoulders were trembling.
Wang Lin was also a little surprised.
He didn't think that copying two poems at will can attract the beauty's love on the spot, so that's not what he said.
Especially a talented woman like Zhu Shuzhen who is very good at poetry.
If you say this at this time, you may have said it on purpose to Qian Ziyi.
Use me as a knife?
Wang Lin smiled indifferently, but quietly folded the note and stuffed it into his arms. Then he bowed to Qian Ziyi: "Brother Ziyi, I'm going to say goodbye!"
It's over, Wang Lin left.
Everyone was stunned.
Downstairs outside the building, Yan Qing smiled and said, "Prince, the princess, Han Ting, is probably going to be famous in Jiangnan this time. However, Qian Ziyi will definitely not give up this time."
Wang Lin nodded: "This real lady is not simple either. She can directly lead me home without fearing the power of the King of Jiangnan. Although she is suspected of using me to attack her, I still admire her courage and courage. .”
"The prince, Qian Zhongshu, the transferee of Liangzhe, secretly occupied the high position in Jiangnan and abused power for personal gain. The Qian family has levied heavily for five years and sold private salt. This person is the source of the chaos in Jiangnan, far more than that of Mumbai, the head of the Hangzhou Construction Bureau."
Yan Qing bowed and bowed: "The prince wants to leverage the chess game in Jiangnan, and it is right to use the Qian family to attack, but his subordinates think that the prince should not take risks in person."
"Xiao Yi, the wind and waves in the south of the Yangtze River are high and the waves are very high. I just lit a fire today. Let's see if it can be burned first."
Wang Lin looked back and hurriedly walked out of the building outside the building.
The man bowed from afar and said, "Young Master Han, please stay!"
"In Xia Nai Qian Yong, the steward of Qian Xianggong's family, was ordered by my eldest son to ask Mr. Han to stay in Hangzhou. Tomorrow, my son will visit him in person!"
Wang Lin smiled indifferently and glanced at Yan Qing.
Yan Qing immediately said, "My son lives in Yanguan Lane, Hangzhou City, Yanyu Inn."
Qian Yong's expression changed.
This Yanguan Lane is opposite Guirenfang, where Zhu Shuzhen's family lives, and the straight line distance is less than 500 steps.
...
Louwai Building.
The so-called West Lake Poetry Club was left alone with the publication of Wang Lin’s poems and Zhu Shuzhen’s exit from the scene halfway.
Qian Ziyi's face looked beautiful and ferocious.
Meng Donglin bowed and said, "Young Master, this person is known to live in Yanguan Lane. Could it be that he has been familiar with the Zhen Niangzi for a long time? And today, is it just here to disrupt the situation?"
Du Cheng sneered, "Is this still necessary? It's probably the case. Brother Ziyi, you can come forward and leave it to me."
"Send a few people to come over, arrest and beat them, drive them out of Hangzhou City. Or beat them to death and sink into Qiantang River!"
Qian Ziyi was angry and scolded: "Nonsense! This person has a good poetry talent, I am afraid he has a great background. Don't make trouble!"
Qian Ziyi thought for a while and said coldly: "Qian Yong, send someone to keep an eye on Han Ting. If he just came to Jiangnan to study and enjoy the scenery for a few days, it would be fine, if it was..."
"If he really went to Liulin Lane to visit the real lady..."
A sharp light flashed in Qian Ziyi's eyes: "It's a must, I'll take a look at his weight in person."
"I'm going first." Qian Ziyi hurried away.
Xue Ting frowned from the side.
He really couldn't understand. Although Zhu Shuzhen was so beautiful and had some talent and knowledge, she was an abandoned woman.
Not to mention women of the same color as Zhu Shuzhen in Hangzhou, but who is not better than her in the West Lake Painting Boat?
As Qian Ziyi's identity, he couldn't do anything that a woman wanted, so he insisted on taking an abandoned woman back as a concubine.
But this Zhu Shuzhen didn't know how to be proud of her.
Meng Donglin said: "Brother Xue, why don't you and I go and help Brother Ziyi snatch Zhu Shuzhen and send it directly to Qian Mansion... It's really speechless to spend so much effort on just a small official and abandoned wife."
Xue Ting laughed: "Old Meng, I advised you not to meddle in other people's business. Brother Ziyi, I'm afraid that this is a good thing. The more the Zhu girl refuses to follow, the more he may feel the more fun he feels. Let's intervene.
It's not beautiful anymore."
Meng Donglin smiled coldly: "Since that's the case, then kill the boy named Han to avoid causing trouble!"
"What does a foreigner care about? The Qian family is in Hangzhou and Jiangnan. What kind of family is there? What Brother Ziyi wants can escape from his palm?"
"Let's go, go to my mansion. I bought two new Yangzhou thin horses. Why not be happy with my brothers?"
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A soft sedan chair swayed into Liulin Lane and settled in front of a house with white walls and black tiles. A young woman with a slim figure and beautiful appearance, pink skirt and green robes, came to her.
It is Zhu Shuzhen.
Qian Ziyi rode over and got off the horse and smiled, "My wife, I left the table in a hurry and didn't use any food. Why not just follow Qian to the Xinghualou in front to eat some snacks?"
Zhu Shuzhen said with a faint indifference in her beautiful eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your kindness. I am not hungry. I will go back to rest now."
After saying that, Zhu Shuzhen pushed the door open and closed it tightly.