"It turns out that these beauties on the Qinhuai River are here to take the exam for Xie Yuanlang."
On the pier, many people who were originally full of expectations suddenly became dejected when they saw the situation clearly.
But more people, like Tao Dazhi, watched the excitement with excitement.
Xie Yuanlang and the oiran, and the 14-year-old Xie Yuanlang and the 22-year-old oiran, one is tender and the other is ripe, wow, it’s really exciting to think about it!
"Get off the boat, get off the boat!"
The onlookers didn't mind the excitement and started making noises nearby, urging Wei Chen to get off the boat and meet each other.
Only then did Wei Chen realize that his evasive eyes just now were indeed easily misunderstood.
This time it's better, the yellow mud fell into the crotch, it's either that or that.
While Wei Chen was sighing, Dong Lihua and several courtesans were already minding their own business by setting up a eucalyptus on the pier, laying out flowers and wine, and respectfully invited Mr. Xie Yuanlang to disembark and say goodbye.
Wei Chen couldn't help but sigh.
At this point, if Wei Chen still refuses to get off the ship, the reputation of being a heartless person will definitely be stuck on his head. It is better to go down and meet Dong Lihua to clarify the matter.
As soon as he thought of this, Wei Chen no longer hesitated, strode off the boat, and came to the group of thin and fat warblers on the pier.
When I got closer, I realized that Dong Lihua was indeed extremely beautiful. Her eyes were full of eyes, her posture was full of admiration, and her every frown and smile attracted people's imagination. She was one of the best among the Qinhuai beauties. No wonder she could make Sun Zhigao dream about her. Both Android and Apple are available.】
Dong Lihua fell in love with Wei Chen and said: "After the collection of Jie Yuanlang's essays came out, all the literati and female historians in Jiangning had a copy of it. Especially my sisters in Qinhuai, they loved Jie Yuanlang even more.
Because of his literary talent, he came here today to see off Mr. Xie Yuanlang. If there is any inadvertent offense, I hope that Mr. Xie Yuanlang will pay attention."
Wei Chen was so moved that he almost cried.
Those dirty things that are full of scandals, please listen carefully. They are simply my fans, and there is no such indescribable relationship between us!
The onlookers were disappointed.
I’m still thinking about uncovering some surprising information.
The result, that’s it?
Wei Chen immediately raised the tea cup on the long eucalyptus, preparing to drink a few cups of tea instead of wine, as a way of thanking the other party for seeing him off.
Unexpectedly, Dong Lihua made a move with her beautiful hands, and the beauties behind her leisurely set up the Yaoqin and Pipa, took out the horizontal flute and vertical flute, and started playing together in public.
Dong Lihua took out two red tooth plates, stared straight at Wei Chen with a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes, then opened her red lips lightly and sang along with the melody: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing by, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.
..."
Wei Chen was slightly startled. What Dong Lihua sang was the poem "Linjiang Immortal" that he had written at the Huafang Poetry Club. This poem is considered to be Wei Chen's most widely circulated work so far.
If Wei Chen were asked to describe Dong Lihua's voice, Wei Chen would compare it to an oriole, which is melodious, touching the heartstrings, and like the sound of nature.
If she were singing graceful lyrics like "Willow Banks, Dawn Wind and Waning Moon" right now, Wei Chen believed that everyone present would be intoxicated by her singing voice.
However, the current song "Linjiang Fairy" by Kang Gai is sung by Dong Lihua, and the shortcomings in her voice are completely exposed.
A voice that is too soft lacks strong power, and the tinkling red teeth cannot be said to be passionate and powerful. The combination of the two ruins a good and soul-stirring poem.
Dong Lihua was obviously aware of this, and she squeezed her throat hard, trying to make her voice more high-pitched and powerful.
However, it backfired.
The more anxious she became, the more disordered Dong Lihua's breath became. As soon as she finished singing, Dong Lihua knew that she had messed up this meaningful performance.
Her eyes were red, but she bit her lip hard and refused to cry. Her huge chest rose and fell rapidly.
Seeing the beauty's remorseful look on the verge of tears, everyone present felt sorry for her.
At this time, Wei Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking it all, he placed the wine cup heavily on the long eucalyptus, put his hands behind his back, and started walking slowly.
Someone didn't know what was going on and asked the people around him: "What's going on? Is Xie Yuanlang angry because he thinks Miss Dong sang his lyrics badly?"
The person next to him glared at him and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up, Jie Yuanlang is going to write lyrics!"
Most of the people on the dock saw Wei Chen's intention, and there was a sudden silence. No one dared to breathe, for fear of disturbing Wei Chen's inspiration.
Wei Chen put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly, and the crowd parted like a tide. After pondering for a moment, Wei Chen recited loudly:
The golden years flow like water,
It’s harder to collect the pearls that burst out,
After illness, I often shy away from combing my hair.
A path of green clouds and bamboos is filled with resentment,
Half the window is red, the sunset is full of sorrow,
It's just a curtain hook.
"Okay!"
The scholars present who were familiar with poetry clapped their hands and praised, this poem is so fresh, as clean as running water.
Regardless of anything else, this freshness alone, in their impression, could only be written by a few people such as Yan Tongshu.
After Wei Chen recited this little poem, Dong Lihua first raised her head with a look of sadness, and then lowered her head shyly.
The remaining sentences of this poem are just fine, but if you break out the first sentence, the golden years are flowing like water, which is too lethal to her!
People in the Zhou Dynasty generally get married early, so when looking for prostitutes, they usually consider young prostitutes as beautiful. Only those in their teens are considered to be in their prime, and those in their twenties are already considered older prostitutes.
Although Dong Lihua is an oiran, she is already twenty-two years old this year, and her age crisis is approaching.
Wei Chen's seven ordinary words aroused strong emotional resonance in her.
"How did a fourteen-year-old boy know so many of his daughters' thoughts?"
Dong Lihua lowered her head, pinched the corner of her clothes, and peeked at Wei Chen with the corner of her eyes. She was touched by finding her soulmate, but also confused about Wei Chen's age. However, in the end, all that was left was a feeling of sadness.
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"This kind of young man is not something I, a singing prostitute, can expect..."
"Miss Dong, although the song "Linjiang Fairy" is good, it is not suitable for you. You should sing this song "Huanxisha" in the future."
Wei Chen sighed and thought to himself: I stole a veil from you, and now I give you a good poem, it is not in vain.
After saying that, Wei Chen smiled at Dong Lihua, who was immersed in the artistic conception of poetry, then waved his sleeves gracefully, turned around and boarded the passenger ship, and bowed his hands to everyone on the pier: "Goodbye, everyone!" p>
The farewellers on the pier finally came to their senses and returned the greeting to Wei Chen together: "I wish Jieyuan Lang to be included in the Huangjia Newspaper!"
The passenger ship covered with yellow flags untied its moorings and slowly sailed away from the official ship pier. A group of Qinhuai beauties reluctantly waved to Wei Chen, and some even played the Yao Qin to see Wei Chen off.<
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Wei Chen's heart-warming gift just now has completely captured the hearts of beauties. From then on, the romantic legend about Wei Chen will last forever along the Qinhuai River.