Zhao Hao buried his head in the quilt, and no matter how Xue Lang banged on the door and shouted outside, he was resolutely silent.

It wasn't until Zhao Shouzheng came back in the middle of the night that he persuaded the hoarse Xue Lang out of the house.

Xue Lang was carried out by the Gao family's father and son, and shouted to Westinghouse:

"Master Zhao, the poor monk knows that you are not good at vain, it is really the demeanor of Wei and Jin! But for the sake of the Ming poetry altar, the poor monk will never allow you to be so low-key! I swear to make a name for you, to make you famous in Jinling, no, famous in the whole Ming Dynasty! ”

Zhao Hao burst into tears in the quilt, sighed and said, "Monk, monk, do you think I don't want to be famous?" It's really only a matter of copying poems, not composing poems. In case one day I need to write a poem on a proposition, or give someone a comment and correction, I won't immediately reveal my stuffing? ”

He is not afraid of copying poems, he is afraid that copying will become a joke in the end, so he made up his mind and will never admit that he made it...... At least until you learn to compose poetry, you must not admit this account.

As for the future, if you really learn to compose poetry, whoever doesn't recognize it is your grandson!

After sending off Xuelang, Zhao Shouzheng walked outside the west door and apologized through the door: "This time I advocated for my father, and I caused a lot of trouble for my son......

Zhao Hao really didn't want to continue to fill his ears with the magic sound, so he pretended to be asleep and snored.

"Alas, I see that this kid is so tired that he has started to snore......" Zhao Shouzheng shook his head distressedly and tiptoed back to the house.

~~

Whenever night falls, the tower of the big Bao'en Temple that stands next to the Yuhuatai will shine brightly, reflecting the treasure light of colorful glass, which is extremely sacred in this night, and even covers the bright moon and clear light in the sky.

On this nine-storey, eight-sided glazed pagoda, there are two windows on each side, a total of 144 windows, and the window covers are made of extremely thin polished mussel shells, called 'Ming Tile', which has excellent light transmittance.

A hundred monks take turns on duty in the tower, who are responsible for lighting the oil lamps behind each window at dusk, then adding oil, cutting the core, and wiping the tiles. In order to ensure that the lights of the tower are bright at night, the lamp oil required for each oil lamp per night is six taels or four yuan, and the total amount of lamp oil consumed by the entire glazed tower per month is 1,530 catties.

Xue Lang stood quietly outside his house, looking at the glazed pagoda that lit up the night sky, and sighed for a long time: "If there is no such tower, the long night will be bleak." If there is no Zhao Shizhu, my Ming poetry will be as long as a long night......"

After a while, he stepped into the ashram with the support of the little novice.

In the house, the furnishings look very simple. There are only a few incense burners, a painting and a futon, a piano and a bookshelf.

It's just that the five-foot-long sheet is finely carved from agarwood. In the furnace of Jinbo Mountain, there is a deep-sea ambergris incense. The turquoise stone on the piano case is the imperial system of Huizong of the Song Dynasty. The bookshelves and floors are all made of rosewood, and the books on the shelves are all ancient books of the Tang and Song dynasties, and the Qin and Han scripts.

The only thing that jumped out of the way was the picture of a lady with a painted by Tang Yin on the wall.

The painting is a good painting, and the beauty of the is also pleasing to the eye, but this is a pure place for Buddhism......

The snow waves are sweet.

Under the service of the little novice, he took off his robe, sat on the futon, and took a sip of the Ming Qian tea that had just been transported from Longjing yesterday.

"Put these five poems and the "Butterfly Love Flower" together, find the best bookstore, use the best paper, the best engraving, I want to spread all over Jinling in three days!"

Xue Lang put down the teacup, took out the five poems from his sleeve and handed them to Xiao Shami, and said with great regret: "It's a pity that the suspected "Mulan Dictiona" only has one sentence 'If life is only as first seen', I didn't have the opportunity to read the whole word, Zhao Shizhu is really ruthless." ”

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Yes, use these seven words as the name of the poetry collection." ”

"Is it 'life is only as it first sees'?" Xuelang's little novice also has considerable literary attainments, and when he heard this, he said with fascination: "If you compare it, you will compare it with your senior brother in seven words." ”

"Need you a reminder?" Xue Lang glared at Xiao Shami angrily, and said with sincerity: "Although the poor monk is talented, how can the light of the fireflies compete with the bright moon?" ”

"Wow, senior brother has actually learned to be humble." The little novice was surprised.

"Less poor mouth." Xue Lang knocked on his bald head and asked again, "Zhao Shizhu's father and son, have you figured out the situation?" ”

"Figured it out." The little novice presented a stack of paper that had just been copied. "Senior brother, please take a look."

Xue Lang drank tea with a stretched expression, while looking at the few pieces of paper, and gradually, his handsome and virgin face appeared solemn.

After a long time, Xue Lang slapped the stack of papers on several cases, and said indignantly: "The high thief suppressed the immortal genius because of his own selfishness, and made me have no master in the Ming poetry circle!" What a sinner through the ages, I should be punished for it! ”

"Senior brother is guilty of resentment again......" Xiao Shami said with a frown as he wiped the tea that had spilled on the table.

"I know, but what's tolerable?!" Xue Lang was still furious, stood up and paced back and forth on the sandalwood floor: "I said why is Master Zhao so low-key, and he doesn't want to admit the poems he composed!" It turned out that he was afraid that his reputation would be too loud, and he would attract Gao Xinzheng's retaliation! ”

After pondering for a moment, Xue Lang commanded in a deep voice: "This collection of poems will slow down for a while, so as not to cause trouble to Lord Zhao." ”

Saying that, he sat down at the front of several cases, rolled up the sleeves of the middle single, and said:

"Yanmo, I want to write a letter to the lord of the Wang League, asking him to uphold justice for my poetry altar!"

~~

In the morning, when Zhao Hao got up, Zhao Shouzheng had disappeared. I guess I'm afraid of meeting my son......

Zhao Hao secretly reflected in his heart, whether he had been a little strict with his father recently, and felt that the parent-child relationship was a little nervous.

Hey, it's mainly because of Qiu Qi's anxiety......

However, this seems to be very unfavorable for candidates to prepare for the exam, and it seems that they should also review it and try to give Zhao Shouzheng a relaxed preparation environment.

After washing, he planned to call the old man Gao to go to the breakfast stall.

But suddenly remembered that today was the day to make an appointment with Tang Youde, so he didn't go out.

I was about to ask Gao Wu to go to the street to buy breakfast, but he heard a knock on the door.

"The door is not closed, just come in by yourself." Gao Laohan responded.

I saw a Qiaoqiao girl wearing a green coarse cloth skirt and a hairpin on her head, carrying a heavy bamboo basket.

Gao Wu hurriedly greeted him and took the bamboo basket.

"Ah, Qiaoqiao is here to deliver food again." Gao Laohan smiled: "Your brother followed the master to prison early in the morning, but he can't eat the food you sent." ”

"My dad asked me to send it, and it's the same for anyone." Qiaoqiao secretly grimaced at the old man and threatened him not to talk nonsense.

"Boss Fang is too polite." Zhao Hao greeted Qiaoqiao with a smile and said, "Qiaoqiao girl also uses it together?" ”

"I'm older than you, so I'm going to call my sister." Qiaoqiao emphasized earnestly as she laid out the steaming cage drawer and soup bowl.

"Heh......" Zhao Hao turned a deaf ear, first picked up a small porcelain bottle, poured some strange powder into the soup bowl, and stirred it evenly before taking a sip.

Seeing that he was drinking the soup very calmly and elegantly, somehow, Qiaoqiao missed the poor boy who couldn't even afford to eat steamed buns.

"Do I have flowers on my face?" Zhao Hao pinched a soup dumpling and glanced at Qiaoqiao strangely.

"No, I'm going back." Qiaoqiao blushed, turned around and left.

"I don't have to deliver it tomorrow morning." Zhao Hao said behind her.

Qiaoqiao's face turned pale.

"I'll go to your house to eat." Zhao Hao added.

Qiaoqiao's face turned even redder.

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