When he got to the lamp, he saw that it was a shiny bald head.

"Is this a forced donation to the family?" Zhao Hao's face sank, and he wanted Gao Wu to drive the monk out.

"The little donor misunderstood, the little monk did not come to make a fate, but came here to see the little donor." The monk is more handsome and elegant than a woman, and he still has a commotion in his bones, who is it not Xuelang? He explained with his hands folded and a smile.

"See me?" Zhao Hao looked at his father strangely.

"Alas, it's all your words that are to blame......" Zhao Shouzheng sighed weakly.

"It's my father's word." Zhao Hao hurriedly corrected.

"Oh, don't pretend to be a virtuous nephew, your father sold you, otherwise this monk can come to your house?" Fan Datong smiled, looked him up and down, and said, "That song "Butterfly Loves Flowers", did you really fill it in?" ”

"Father, come over here." Zhao Hao's face darkened, he copied poems purely to make Zhao Shouzheng famous, and he didn't plan to brush up his reputation.

His dream is just to be a son of the Yanai who enjoys wealth and bullies men and women, and he never thought of being in the limelight. In Zhao Hao's view, too much limelight will lead to right and wrong, and even unwarranted trouble; Even if he is lucky, there is no disaster from the sky, too much fame will make people uncomfortable acting and talking, and there are onlookers everywhere, which is really against his life creed of making a lot of money and being a bully in a low-key manner.

"I won't go in," Zhao Shouzheng saw that his son's face was not good, so he immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet, pulled Fan Datong and walked out. "You poets communicate with each other, and we laymen will not mix."

After saying that, the two left Xue Lang at home and fled to a tavern on the street to be happy.

~~

Seeing his father's more and more slippery head, Zhao Hao was both relieved and annoyed, and he missed the stupid Zhao Erye a few days ago.

"Alas, it's really like life is only as ...... first time you first saw it" Zhao Hao sighed helplessly, only to suddenly realize that he had accidentally brought out another sentence, and it was at the level of a big killer.

Fearing that if he said too much, he ignored the snow wave and went into the hall with his back hand.

Xue Lang seemed to have been struck by thunder, muttering and repeating Zhao Hao's casual words.

"If life is only as first seen, if life is only as first seen......"

Xue Lang couldn't help it, burst into tears again, and stood there staring at the starry sky.

The noisy wind blew his robe and danced gently......

The father and son of the Gao family looked at this sluggish monk curiously.

"What did the young master say just now that made him enchanted all of a sudden?" Gao Laohan touched his chin strangely and said, "Ginseng is as mentally retarded as a sword?" I have never heard of such a sword. ”

Gao Wu shook his head and didn't answer.

In that room, Zhao Hao was so angry that he stomped his feet in the hall.

"It's not like it, it's really not like it, what's the use of me wanting this reputation? It's only useful when you put it on you! ”

He wanted to flip the table, but he was really reluctant to accept the sumptuous dishes on the table, so he changed his mind, picked up chopsticks and ate big, turning his grief and anger into appetite.

It wasn't until Zhao Hao couldn't eat anymore that Xue Lang woke up from the shock, walked into the hall and said to him: "Thank you to the donor for creating 'life is only as first seen', 'the most unretained in the world'...... Hearing these two words, the little monk died without regrets. ”

"What does it matter to me if you don't die?" Zhao Hao was in a bad mood and didn't want to look at him: "I didn't fill in the words, don't count people's lives on the head of this son." ”

"Then may I ask Childe, who did it?" Xue Lang hurriedly asked.

"I can't remember where I heard it." Zhao Hao replied angrily: "It seems that one surname is Wang and the other is ...... It doesn't matter what his last name is. ”

Xue Lang shook his head and said in disbelief: "Although the little monk is an outsider, he has loved poetry since he was a child, and he can be said to have read poetry all over the world. But I have never seen the song "Butterfly Love Flower", and even the "Magnolia Flower Order" by Fang Cai, although there is only one sentence, but the little monk absolutely believes that it is not done by his predecessors. ”

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said: "Monks can't gossip, you must know that there is no end to learning, you dare to say no if you don't see it?" ”

"Teachable." Xue Lang clasped his palms together and said with a faint smile: "However, my Huayan Sect is different from Zen Buddhism, we specialize in the great truth, and the words we type every day do not know how to do it." ”

After a pause, he said firmly: "In short, such a glorious famous sentence cannot be hidden. ”

Zhao Hao saw that he couldn't argue with this monk, so he turned around and walked into the house.

"If you say I didn't do it, I didn't do it."

Xue Lang chased after him, and persuaded bitterly behind: "Donor, you just admit it." My Ming poetry has been in decline for two hundred years, and I need a genius like a donor to save it. ”

"Neurotic!"

Zhao Hao raised his middle finger at him and closed the door of the west room that had just been installed this afternoon.

Xue Lang knocked on the door outside and begged repeatedly: "Donor, you can't be so ruthless and selfish!" How can you abandon my Ming poetry altar? Let the poets of the dynasty be laughed at by the dynasties and dynasties......"

Zhao Hao lay on the bed and covered his ears, and shouted loudly: "Gao Wu, are you deaf?" Don't get this guy out of here! ”

Gao Wu had already been on the side, but this monk was brought back by the master, and he didn't dare to mess around for a while.

Now hearing Childe's order, Gao Wu stretched out his hand and pulled, and Xue Lang turned around like a spinning top.

Gao Wu pointed to the door and held back a word for a while.

"Get out!"

"You just kill the little monk, and the little monk won't leave!" The snow wave lowered his heart, hugged one leg of the desk, and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"......" Gao Wu clenched his big fist in the vinegar bowl, and was about to smash it at the bald head.

But suddenly he felt someone pull him, he stopped his movements and turned his head to look.

Seeing that it was Fang Wen tugging on his sleeve, Gao Wu cast an inquiring look.

"This monk can't be offended," Fang Wen reminded him in a low voice, pulled Gao Wu out ......of the hall, and told his father and son what he had seen and heard during the day.

"Oh, it seems that you really can't be rude, otherwise you will cause trouble for the old man......" Gao Laohan heard that Xue Lang had such a big influence, so he nodded thoughtfully and said: "I don't think he has any malicious intentions, just let him go, he won't spend the night at our house, right?" ”

Gao Wu pouted, and did not enter the hall again after all.

~~

In the west room, Zhao Hao heard that there was no movement outside, thinking that the bald donkey was finally gone. Unexpectedly, when he got up and opened the door, he saw that this guy was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he was determined to go down with him.

Zhao Hao couldn't help crying and laughing, how could he always encounter such a skinless and faceless goods? Could it be that like gathers like things?

"If the donor doesn't admit it for a day, the little monk won't leave for a day." Xue Lang heard the sound of the door opening, and opened a slit in his right eye.

"yourself!" Zhao Hao slammed the door shut and went into the house to sleep.

Unexpectedly, the air flow of his closing door blew up the stack of paper resting on the long table.

Those few pieces of manuscript paper happened to fall on Xue Lang's bald head, Xue Lang took it off casually, looked at it fixedly, and completely petrified on the spot.

"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer new. There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years! ”

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers! ”

"Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and all the horses are sad. I advise the Lord of Heaven to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern! ”

"Alone against the railing, full of spring water east of the bridge. I knew that last night's Dream of Red Mansions was in the peach blossom trees! ”

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven. The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with a thin name.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars. Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds! ”

In the sound of drums, the snow waves knocked on the door of Zhao Hao's bedroom, crying with tears in his eyes:

"Zhao Shizhu...... No, Grandmaster Zhao, you still say that you can't compose poetry? These five top-notch songs, can't they be done by others?! ”

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