At the foot of Xiaocang Mountain, the sea of ​​flowers and lamps are everywhere, and the water vapor is misty. In the lotus pond, the light and shadow are bright and the neon lights are rippling.

Amid the musical class, the fresh masterpiece of Mr. Zhao appeared on the curtain of the water stage in turn, reflecting the portraits of the fairy-like portraits of the female historians Yao Chi.

The audience was completely immersed in this unparalleled enjoyment of the gods and completely forgot what day tonight. They all felt that this scene should only be found in heaven, and how many times did it see on earth?

At this time, the seventh golden hairpin Jiang Wenxian came to the pleasure boat.

Her real name is Magnolia, and Wenxian is her name, which shows that she is another literary girl. It is the one that Hua Bozhen has invested heavily in promoting her.

The boat full of poets knew that there was a master of famous flowers, and they had to worry about Hua Bozhen's feelings. The judgment was not good and too explicit. The words said: "The text is super vulgar, and the immortal book is almost titled."

Mr. Zhao politely took Jiang Wenxianjing's wine and saw that she was just looking at Hua Bozhen, who could be her old man, and knew that this was another scene of abusive love.

Then he blinked at Hua Bozhen and smiled, "This song "Huatangchun" is given to you by both."

Then, Hua Bozhen and Jiang Wenxian heard him chant:

"A lifetime of one generation and one pair of people, and two people are fighting for education. I miss each other but don't go on blind dates, who is the spring for the sky?

It is easy to beg for the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run for the blue sea. If you are willing to visit Oxford, you will forget about poverty…”

The fairy girl Wen was indeed touched by her heart and murmured in tears: "A lifetime of one generation and one pair, two people, two people fighting for education..."

"Who is the spring for the sky for her?" Looking at her pitiful look, listening to this extremely sad little order, Hua Bozhen's heart turned into soft fingers. He sighed with red eyes and bowed deeply to Zhao Hao, "I've been taught."

"What did you say to me?" Mr. Zhao turned his back and smiled, "Who said that he would not care about killing or filling in it?"

"Wenxian, if you don't dislike it, please follow me to settle in Xishan Island in the future." Hua Bozhen promised in public with a firm look on his face: "Don't worry, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Jiang Wenxian burst into tears, and nodded in sobs and said, "I do."

"But the conditions in my place are simple and not bad..." Hua Bozhen suddenly thought of living next to the cement factory.

"If you want to visit and drink Oxford, you will be relatively forgot about poverty." Jiang Wenxian answered with the last two sentences given by Zhao Hao, which immediately attracted cheers.

Finally, the newlyweds deeply admired Zhao Hao and wanted to go with them, but were still screamed by Xuelang. No matter what happens in the future, the Twelve Beauties are indispensable tonight. Hua Bozhen reluctantly watched Jiang Wenxian return to the water platform.

Yes, another piece of sangropa was missing.

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Next, the eighth Golden Chai Zhang Nuer crossed the Magpie Bridge.

I saw her beautiful face and beautiful hair as beautiful as a waterfall, like a fairy concubine.

The old colored embryo said: "I really came from the Queen Mother's class and were exiled to the world to appreciate the orchid."

Mr. Zhao quickly searched his heart and found the sentences, and he could earn this piece of fragrant ropa.

Unexpectedly, after toasting Zhao Hao, Zhang Nuer bowed down and looked at Xuelang directly, and said quietly, "Please write a poem too, so that Langlang can change his mind."

"Langlang?" Zhao Hao got goosebumps and everyone started to cheer.

"Master Xuelang, did you say you are innocent?" Everyone teased and said, "Zhang Xiao'e, don't be afraid, we will make the decision for you."

Only then did Zhao Hao realize that Zhang Nuer was Zhang Xiao'e, and Nuer was their name, or flower name, just like Wenxian.

Master Xuelang never knew how embarrassed he was. He blinked his eyes, saying, "Zhang Tanyue, didn't the little monk tell you very clearly that night? I'm leaving the Ming Dynasty. Everyone will not meet again in the future, so don't worry about it."

Everyone cursed in their hearts: Bah, the scumbag is so righteous.

"But I can't forget you..." Zhang Nuer stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve and said, "How can a wonderful person like you go to the wilderness overseas? Jinling is suitable for you. At worst, I will support you."

"Donor Zhao..." Xue Lang looked at Zhao Hao for help.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but sneer, saying that he could only say that he was good at shooting himself in the foot.

"The little monk originally planned to set off for Danluo Island tomorrow..." Xue Lang said again. The implication is that if you don't help me settle it, I won't go.

Zhao Hao stretched out his hand behind him for five years. Xuelang nodded without hesitation, obviously afraid of this Zhang Nuer.

Mr. Zhao smiled at Zhang Nuer and said, "Then I will give this poem "Love Poem" to both of you."

Then everyone heard his clear voice chanting: "When you enter the mountain and visit the Taoist monk, you ask the master to tell me why. You are fighting for love and no restraint, and your mind is coming to you. You have thought that you have a lot of emotions to harm your Brahma, but when you enter the mountain, you are afraid that you will be disgraceful. How can you get the Dharma of both worlds? Don't let the Tathagata down and you will be unwilling to let go of you."

"How can I get the two-way Dharma in the world to live up to the Tathagata and not let you down?" Xue Lang clasped his hands together and said with a holy look on his face: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for shouting, the little monk is really deceiving himself."

"The same is true for poetry. You must concentrate on Buddhism in the future and not always be addicted to the path." Zhao Gongzi Baoxiang gave a solemn lesson, then looked at Zhang Nuer and said, "Miss, please come back, he will eventually go to another path."

"Yes, young master..." Zhang Nuer thanked Zhao Hao, suddenly stepped forward and hugged Xuelang, and printed a vermilion red lips on his shiny forehead, and then shed tears.

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Amid the sigh, the ninth golden hairpin Chen Yuying crossed the Magpie Bridge. This woman explained the meaning of the text, and a bamboo flute was so stunning. She was so delicate that she could blow away a gust of wind. She also had a eyebrows like smoke, her eyes were melancholy, and she had a sentimental temperament.

Tu Longpin said: "The beauty of the spring is still in the spring, and the elegant sound of jade flying."

Mr. Zhao was unconsciously aroused his desire to protect himself. He drank the wine she toasted and asked Chen Yuying to sit down and listen to her chanting a song called "Huanxisha" and said:

"The snow is shining brightly in the cold screen, the plum blossoms are floating on the flute three times, and no one is in the dark moon. I am a melancholy guest on earth, and I know why you are crying, and I remember my life in my heartbreaking voice."

"Okay! This song 'I am a melancholy guest on earth' is the best today!" Xue Lang immediately cheered loudly, and seemed to have no reflection.

Everyone also cheered loudly, thinking that Mr. Zhao’s song is comparable to “the most unretainable thing in the world”.

"Young Master Zhao is really a kind of infatuated person on earth." On the water platform, the female historians couldn't help but secretly compete when they saw this poem. If they could win this banished immortal, they would be thousands of times stronger than the competition.

"In a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow all over my head. Who is young and romantic on the road? I want to marry her for a lifetime. Even if I am abandoned ruthlessly, I can't be ashamed." Yang Zhenzhen held her cheek and murmured: "I used to read this song "Si Di Township" and always felt that Wei Duanji was too exaggerated. It turned out that we just had too little knowledge and had never met such a person..."

Wang Yuer, Qi Shuangshuang, Jiang Yuer, and Ai Aier also nodded together, and they could not help but secretly speculate in their hearts that Luo Pa had given it. I wonder if Mr. Zhao would come to his bowl?

But Wang Caiji regretted why she pretended to be noble and refused to give her a gift? It wouldn't be her turn next time.

Chen Yuying, who accepted this poem, was even more panting. Xizi held his heart and gave his fragrant robe with tears in his eyes. He also gave him a flute with a light red lips. He begged pitifully: "Young Master Zhao, you must come, otherwise I will fall in love with Yuying."

"Okay..." Mr. Zhao was soft and was about to agree. Fortunately, the iron curtain of the company's management company appeared in time, causing him to stop and said, "Over time, there will be a chance."

"Then I will wait for the good news." Chen Yuying then left timidly and reluctantly.

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Next is the tenth Golden Chai Tuoshi Niang. The surname of the 10th is that it sounds like the Mongolian Yuan nobles changing their surnames. Zhu Yuanzhang used a large number of Yuan Dynasty princes and princes as music households. However, few of them could make their debut in the teaching office.

The reason is very simple. Famous prostitutes are praised by famous scholars as pearls. The Ming Dynasty and Mongolia have been fighting for two hundred years, and it is too late to be cruel. How could they praise their descendants?

This also shows how beautiful Tuoshi Niang was that she could actually make the Ming Dynasty people put aside national hatred and put her on the official list of the Twelve Beauties.

I saw that she was tall, generous, beautiful, and heroic. She was so handsome that she was so handsome that she was so handsome that she was so cool that she was so cool that she was so cool that she was so refreshed by the literati who had seen the golden powder of the Southern Dynasty.

Pinyun: ‘The beauty in the north is like a flower, and the twelve jade towers are as beautiful as the sky.’

This is the one that Mr. Zhao likes... Well, Mr. Zhao is indeed a bit versatile.

Tuo Shiniang was also very bold and changed the toast to a cup and fed Mr. Zhao in public and drank the tenth glass of wine.

Zhao Hao also became drunk and said more and more scattered: "A song "Butterfly Love Flower" is dedicated to Miss Tuo."

As he said that, he walked and chanted:

"The graceful Yan Ji is fifteen years old and is used to swaying her long skirts and not making slim steps. She looks around the crowd, and the color of the world is like dust. A tree of pavilions and flowers are spitting out, but she is speechless when she wants to give her a gift. Wu Niang praised her good dance in front of her, but she is always misled by her waist."

Hearing his praise, Tuo Shiniang was so happy that she stuffed her sangropa into his hand.

Mr. Zhao found out that there was a fragrant ropa in his hand? It was a lake silk bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"I just took it off." Tuo Shiniang leaned into his ear and threw a charming look at him, "If you don't come, Nu Nu will go to find you, and you can't escape from all over the world."

"..." Mr. Zhao woke up most of the time and wanted to return the bellyband. He announced in public that he was a rake. But wouldn't such a persona that he had worked hard to build all collapse?

He gritted his teeth and sniffed his bellyband that was still fragrant with the beauty, and smiled and said, "It's just around the corner."

Tuoshi Niang gave a fragrant kiss on his cheek and left with satisfaction.

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The eleventh one Zhao Jinyan is handsome, with a rich appearance, natural charm, and a coquettish physique. It is the kind that makes men want to swallow it in their stomachs without leaving any trace. However, his poems are more beautiful than all kinds of beauty, and make people provoke the ground. Who says that big breasts are brainless?

The old colored embryo product says: "The old moon reflects on the Han Palace, today Zhao Feiyan."

Mr. Zhao presented a poem called "Su Muzhe" and said:

"The sound of swallows is beautiful, the shadow of flowers is broken. The sun passes the window and is still disgusted with sleeping. A thread of love is often like drunkenness. The spring light of ninety years is half filled with mandarin duck quilts. The cheeks turn red and the eyebrows are green. Then it sinks to the body, and there are always tears of affection. He says he will not be with the east wind. In the mirror skirt, I know that people are haggard."

Perhaps because of the excitement of Tuoshi Niang, Zhao Jinyan, who was happy, also gave her incense and kissed her. Later, she gave her small embroidered shoes, which made everyone envious of the pleasure boat.

It's a pity that there is still the last one left, otherwise I don't know how advanced it will be.
Chapter completed!