The next morning, Zhao Hao and his party finally arrived at the Jiangdongmen Wharf, Nanjing City, which they had not seen for a long time, after a twenty-four-day long trip.

The official ship was still slowly docking, and Zhao Hao saw colorful flags waving on the dock, gathering at least two or three thousand people.

"What is this for?" Mr. Zhao asked strangely when he saw this.

"What else can I do? Welcome you?" Zhao Hao laughed and said, "My father is also the first top scholar in the Ming Dynasty in Jinling City, and he also ate a court stick. Isn't this much welcome to you?"

"When I think this way, I still feel that it's a little too little." Fan Datong also shook his head from the side and said, "It's worth tens of thousands of people to show off his identity as his elder brother."

"Save it, I am a native of Xiuning, but I have been in Nanjing for more than ten years. And I was demoted from Beijing." Zhao Shouzheng had a clear understanding of himself. "I can't bear it anymore to work so many people to welcome him."

When Zhao Hao heard this, he suddenly thought of someone. The top scholar of the Wanli Dynasty named Jiao was also a foreigner living in Nanjing?

He seems to be in his twenties? And he is also the descendant of the Taizhou School, so he can't let it go.

Well, I have to take the time to chat with Li Zhi and see how to seduce him.

~~

While thinking about it, the boat arrived at the dock.

"Det the whip!" Yu Jiachang gave the order, and the ninety-nine floor-to-ground whip that had been prepared long ago made a crackling sound.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out, and there were dragons and lions dancing, and the scene was very lively.

On the pier, familiar faces came into view.

The uncle Zhao Shouye, who has completely come back, has Zhang Dongguan, the magistrate of Jiangning, Li Jiutian, Laohan Gao, Zhangguan Fang, and the old and young men in Caijiaxiang.

As well as the Imperial College, the doctoral student, the gentry and wealthy business representatives of Nanjing City, and the elders of Jiangning County who were watching the lively.

Who doesn’t want to see the grace of the world-famous iron-bone top scholar?

Seeing Zhao Shouzheng get off the boat, the crowd rushed up and surrounded him in the center. He excitedly reached out to touch the new top scholar. It is said that this would bring talents.

At such a "glory" moment, Zhao Hao naturally would not join in the fun. He planned to get off the boat later... until he saw the shiny bald head.

I saw Master Xuelang from Dabaoen Temple wearing a snow-white monk's robe, wearing a colorful cassock, with picturesque eyebrows and skin that were as snowy as he waved at him on the dock.

Seeing that attracted Zhao Hao's gaze, Xuelang waved his hand behind him, and immediately two Wuling boys posed eye-catching banners:

‘All the fellow members of the Red Chamber Poetry Society welcome Mr. Zhao to return home in glory’!

Zhao Hao covered his face shamefully, wishing to find a crack in the floor to get in.

Jiang Xueying's eyes of the three girls were gathered on Qi Jingyun and Zheng Yanru, the two Qinhuai courtesans, and dozens of charming Qin Huai girl Shi Shi behind them.

The three of them whispered and chattered, not knowing what they were saying.

Xuelang waved to Zhao Hao with a smile, Zhao Hao shook his head, the calm and heavy leader of the science sect was determined to draw a clear line with these prodigal sons.

Seeing that he refused, Xuelang smiled faintly and took out a suona from under the cassock of Baibao.

Behind him, the men and women of the Red Mansion Poetry Society also took out the cymbals and bowls and chimes. As if you don’t cooperate, we will play music.

Zhao Hao looked at the father beside him and was enjoying the welcoming ceremony arranged by his parents and fellow villagers.

If the suona sounds, what else will happen to him?

Mr. Zhao nodded helplessly and walked down the boat.

Xuelang then ordered people to put away several lethal instruments and instead let several female historians play pipa guqin to cheer up the fun.

~~

When Mr. Zhao walked down the deck, Qin Huai’s female history in the carpet basket rushed up and sprinkled her petals.

Amid the melodious music, Zhao Hao was immediately shrouded in the colorful rain of flowers.

"Master Zhao, it's been a long time since I've been away!" Xue Lang greeted him, clasped his hands with a smile and said, "It's really a concern for the little monk, day and night."

"How do you know I'm back today?" Zhao Hao wiped away the petals falling on his face depressedly.

"As the number one fan of Mr. Zhao, shouldn't you always pay attention to your whereabouts?" Xue Lang stared wide, looking for granted.

At this time, Zuo Lantai Qi Jingyun of the Poetry Club and Youna Yan Zheng Yanru smiled at him and said a blessing to Zhao Hao.

Mr. Zhao also nodded politely to the two courtesans.

Then he saw Zheng Yanru bringing a pink and porcelain wine glass and presenting it to him.

"Please drink greeting wine for the young master."

The beautiful beauty who was fascinating to the whole country smiled slightly and lowered her voice: "I know that the young master can't drink alcohol yet, this is sugar water."

"Thank you." Zhao Hao smiled gratefully, then he took it with confidence and tilted his head to drink.

Sure enough, it was sweet and had no spicy taste.

After handing the wine glass back to Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun stepped forward with another gorgeous peacock feather and said charmingly:

"I dust off the young master."

As she said that, she used the bird's hair to gently sweep Zhao Hao's head and neck, shoulders and ears.

Unlike the elegant and beautiful Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun is charming and has the charm of seductive charm without deliberately creating.

But Mr. Zhao's expression was normal throughout the whole process, and except for feeling itchy, he had no reaction.

This made Zheng Nayan secretly frustrated, thinking that Mr. Zhao really didn't know what he knew...

Could it be that I really want to 'I have not been born, I am old when you are born'? Alas, it's really a pity.

After receiving the wind and dust, another female master took off Zhao Hao's shoes and replaced him with a pair of brand new dark flower soft-soled green satin shoes. Only then did the complete set of soft-washing rituals.

Xuelang stepped forward and said to Zhao Hao with a sad look on his face:

"It's really heartbreaking for Mr. Zhao to do not do his job properly in the capital and not write a single poem. Why are you wasting your talents so much?"

"Well……"

Zhao Hao was about to explain, but listened to Xuelang saying to himself: "I know that Donor Zhao is afraid of others' eyes, and he focuses on your gorgeous poems and does not pay attention to the science you want to promote."

"Yes." Zhao Hao pointed at Xuelang with both index fingers on both hands. It's good, brain supplement is the king.

"But no matter how important science is, it cannot neglect art." But when Xuelang turned around, he said angrily: "Donald Zhao, have you forgotten your mission?"

"What?" Zhao Hao was stunned, saving China's clothes?

"Save the Ming poetry world!" Seeing that he had forgotten his own task, Xuelang's tears were about to come down. "Master Zhao, you are the fig leaf of my Daming poetry world!"

"Ah." Zhao Hao opened his mouth, thinking that he was so slutty. "I have also made two songs."

Although no one knows the title for Xiao Zhuzi, at least the song "Wei Jixian" that opened in Jinling should have been passed on to Jinling, right?

"The red clouds come from the sea, shining on my tower, the banquet opens, and the green wine suddenly ends again. Where are the exiled immortals in the tower?

The exiled immortal building has a hundred feet, and the banquet is filled with the Duke of Yanjing! The romantic one is like a man in the building, and this guest has been here for thousands of years!"

"It's just this song, and it's a work that suits the scene at first glance." Xue Lang immediately recited it fluently, and then said heartbrokenly: "You should go to the capital less in the future, so you can retreat, donor."

Everyone in the Red Chamber Poetry Society also nodded to express their approval of Xuelang.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Hao laughed and refused to admit it. "This is called spreading rumors. The version of this poem you heard is wrong."

"Oh?" Xuelang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "Then please give me the correct version!"
Chapter completed!