Early the next morning, after a long-distance journey of 24 days, Zhao Hao and his entourage finally arrived at the long-lost Nanjing Chengjiang East Gate Wharf.

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

"What is this for?" Seeing this, Second Master Zhao asked strangely.

"What else can I do to greet you?" Zhao Hao smiled and said: "My father is also the first Ming champion from Jinling City, and he also ate the court staff, which is not too many people to greet him, right?" ”

"When you think about it, I think it's a bit little." Fan Datong also shook his head from the side and said: "It takes tens of thousands of people to be worthy of the identity of a brother." ”

"Save it, I'm a Xiuning person, but I've been in Nanjing for more than ten years. And he was demoted out of Beijing. "Zhao Shouzheng has a clear understanding of himself." It is no longer bearable to work so many people to greet it. ”

Zhao Hao listened to it on the side, but suddenly thought of a person. Isn't the champion of the Wanli Dynasty surnamed Jiao also a foreigner living in Nanjing?

He seems to be in his twenties, right? 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 talk to Li Zhen and see how to seduce him.

~~

In a moment of thought, the boat arrived at the dock.

"Whip it up!" As soon as Yu Jiachang gave an order, the ninety-nine floor whips that had been prepared long ago crackled.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and there were dragon and lion dances, and the scene was very lively.

On the dock, familiar faces come into view.

Uncle Zhao Shouye, who has made a complete comeback, and Zhang Dongguan of Jiangning County, as well as Li Jiutian, Gao Laohan, Fang Shopkeeper, and the old and young masters of Caijiaxiang.

as well as the business, doctors, and supervisors of Guozijian, the gentry and wealthy businessmen of Nanjing City, and the elders of Jiangning County who came to see the excitement.

Who doesn't want to take a look at the demeanor of the world-famous iron-clad champion?

Seeing Zhao Shouzheng get off the boat, the crowd rushed up, surrounded him in the center, and excitedly reached out to touch the new branch champion, which is said to be able to get talented.

At such a 'glorious' moment, Zhao Hao naturally wouldn't join in the fun, he had planned to get off the boat later...... Until I saw the shiny bald head.

I saw Master Xuelang of Dabao'en Temple, wearing a snow-white monk's robe, covered with colorful robes, with picturesque eyebrows and skin better than snow, smiling and waving at him on the pier.

Seeing that Zhao Hao's attention was attracted, Xue Lang waved his hand behind him, and immediately two Wuling teenagers put up eye-catching banners:

"All the friends of the Red Chamber Poetry Society welcome Zhao Gongzi to return to his hometown"!

Zhao Hao covered his face in shame, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Jiang Xueying's eyes on the three girls were focused on Qi Jingyun and Zheng Yanru, the two Qin Huai Oiran, and the dozens of charming Qin Huai women behind them.

The three of them exchanged ears and chattered, not knowing what they were talking about.

Xue Lang beckoned to Zhao Hao with a smile, Zhao Hao shook his head, the calm and heavy master of science was determined to draw a line with these floating prodigals.

Seeing that he didn't comply, Xue Lang smiled faintly and took out a suona from under the Baibao robe.

Behind him, the men and women of the Red Chamber Poetry Society also took out their own cymbals, bowls, and chimes.

Zhao Hao looked at the father on the side, enjoying the welcoming ceremony arranged by the father and the villagers.

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

Zhao Gongzi nodded helplessly, and walked down the boat.

Only then did Xue Lang order someone to put away a few lethal musical instruments, and instead let several female historians use the pipa guqin to play welcome music to help the fun.

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When Zhao Gongzi stepped off the deck, the Qin Huai female history who was carrying the flower basket rushed up and threw flower petals.

In the melodious music, Zhao Hao was shrouded in colorful flowers.

"Master Zhao, it's been a long time!" Xue Lang greeted him, smiled and clasped his hands together and said, "It really makes the little monk worry about his stomach, thinking about it day and night." ”

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

"As Zhao Shizhu's number one fan, shouldn't you always keep an eye on your whereabouts?" Xue Lang's eyes widened, and he looked taken for granted.

At this time, Qi Jingyun of the Left Lantai of the Poetry Society, and Zheng Yanru of the Right Nayan stepped forward with a tray and said a blessing to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Gongzi also nodded politely to the two oirans.

I saw Zheng Yanru holding a pink porcelain wine glass and serving it in front of him.

"Childe, please drink the wind wine."

The great beauty who captivated the country and the city smiled lightly again, and said in a low voice: "I know that the son can't drink yet, this is white sugar water." ”

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

Sure enough, it's sweet and not spicy at all.

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

"The slave family dusts off the dust for the son."

As she spoke, she used the bird feather to gently sweep it on Zhao Hao's head, body, neck, shoulders and ears.

Unlike the elegant and beautiful Zheng Yanru, Qi Jingyun is charming and self-reliant, and does not need to be deliberately pretentious, he has the charm of seducing the soul.

But Zhao Gongzi's demeanor was as usual throughout the whole process, except for feeling a little itchy, he didn't react at all.

This made Zheng Nayan secretly frustrated, and said in his heart that it seemed that Zhao Gongzi was really unenlightened......

Do you really want to 'I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born'? Oh, that's a pity.

After receiving the wind and dust, another woman stepped forward to take off Zhao Hao's shoes and replace them with a pair of brand-new dark flower soft-soled blue satin shoes, which completed the full set of washing ceremony.

Xue Lang stepped forward and said to Zhao Hao with a sad face:

"Zhao Shizhu is not doing a good job in the capital, and he doesn't do a single poem, it's really heartbreaking, why are you so wasted your talent?"

"Uh......"

Zhao Hao was about to explain, but he listened to Xue Lang and said to himself: "I know that Zhao Shizhu is afraid of the eyes of others, and he focuses on your beautiful poems, and does not pay attention to the science you want to promote." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Hao pointed at Xuelang with both index fingers, yes, brain supplementation is king.

"But no matter how important science is, we can't ignore art." But seeing the snow waves, he said angrily: "Master Zhao, have you forgotten your mission?" ”

"What?" Zhao Hao was stunned, save Huaxia Yiguan?

"Save the Ming Poetry Circle!" Seeing that he had forgotten his mission, Xue Lang's tears were about to fall. "Master Zhao, you are the fig leaf of my Ming poetry circle!"

"Ahh Zhao Hao opened his mouth, and said in his heart what a commotion. "I've done two of them, too."

Although no one knows about the title of Xiaozhu, at least the opening of the flavor is very fresh, and it should have been passed to Jinling, right?

"The red glow comes from the sea, according to my upstairs feast, the green wine is suddenly exhausted, and the fairy in the building is safe?

The building of the immortal is 100 feet old, and the banquet is full of Yanjing Gonghou Uncle! Merry like a person in the building, a guest for thousands of years! ”

"It's just such a song, and it looks like a work for the occasion." Xue Lang immediately recited it fluently, and then said with a heartache: "The kind of place in Jingshi, let's go less in the future, so that the anger will be dispersed, donor." ”

Everyone in the Red Mansion Poetry Society also nodded their heads, expressing their agreement with Xuelang.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Hao laughed and didn't admit it. "This is called falsehood, and the version of this poem that you have heard is wrong."

"Oh?" Xue Lang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Then please give the correct version to the son!" ”

ps. Chapter 4, ask for a monthly pass, a recommended ticket~~