Inside the Taste Fresh Restaurant.

In the exclamation, everyone rubbed their eyes one after another, looking like they were seeing a ghost.

But I saw the girl standing on the piano platform and bowing slightly to them, her figure was as slender as a weak willow supporting the wind, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as a spring willow warbler. Although she is not a stunning beauty, she has an open-minded and elegant expression, which makes people feel happy to watch.

Isn't it the Qinhuai River, waiting for the Qingqi people to see Ma Xianglan, which one is it?

These literati and young high-rollers are cheap in their bones, and the more they can't see them, the rarer the flowers they can't touch. At this moment, seeing Ma Xianglan, who always let them eat behind closed doors, actually appeared in this small restaurant, and suddenly gave birth to an unreal feeling.

"Pinch me, are you dreaming? Eh, don't pinch it! ”

"I know, it must be Master Xuelang who invited Miss Ma to come." Someone stroked his palm and said, "It is worthy of being a master of Xuelang, and he can actually invite the horse girl to drive." ”

"The slave family is not a guest invited by the non-master," but Ma Xianglan lightly opened her lips and said in a voice like a warbler: "I am the pianist of this restaurant." ”

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked and couldn't close their mouths, but they didn't expect that she was actually invited by the owner of this small restaurant.

Immediately, someone said loudly: "Miss Ma, no matter how much money they pay, I will pay double and invite you to come to my house to sing!" ”

"I'm out three times!"

"Five!" These wealthy Wuling teenagers competed regardless of the occasion.

"The owner didn't pay for it, I volunteered to play the piano." But I heard Ma Xianglan smile and said: "Don't argue, if you want to listen to Xianglan play the piano, you often come to enjoy the taste." ”

As she spoke, she sat down, and gently pulled the strings, and the sound of the piano was as soon as the scribes quieted down, and each found a place to sit down and listen to the harp.

"This horse girl is really dedicated...... Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but whisper praise to the other shopkeeper: "As long as she is here for a day, she will not worry about trading." ”

"Hey, who knows how many days people can come?" Shopkeeper Fang couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't believe that the Qingqi people who were famous in Qin Huai could bend for a long time in this small Caijia Lane.

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Xue Lang was forcibly dragged into the private room called 'Spring' upstairs by Gao Wu.

Zhao Hao had been waiting there for a long time, holding his arms and blackening his face, looking at this hateful bald head.

"Master Zhao, why are you doing this?" Xue Lang sorted out the folds of the brocade robe and asked strangely, "Is there anything you can't say below?" ”

"What are you doing?" Zhao Hao glared at him and said, "I asked you to help invite the gourmets to dinner, and I didn't let you invite someone to the meeting!" ”

"Please eat, how can there be a grade at the opening meeting?" Xue Lang said with a natural face: "The poor monk is in Jinling City, he never participates in dinners, and he will not invite people to eat. ”

"You still have to eat vegetarian ...... that day" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and believed his big-headed ghost.

"Of course Master Zhao is an exception." Xue Lang smiled and said, "Besides, how can the poor monk be lazy about what Lord Zhao commanded?" The dozens of people invited today are all carefully selected. If you can conquer them and let them help you become famous, this delicious taste will make a splash in Jinling overnight! ”

"It's almost ......" Zhao Hao's expression was a little dark, looking at the sky outside, it was still early at noon. Then you go and greet them, and I'll let the shopkeeper start the meal early. ”

"As a store owner, Zhao Shizhu doesn't want to show up?" Snow Lang's eyes widened.

Zhao Hao glanced at him again, and said in his heart that this monk would not be finished if he didn't kill himself.

But today he had to count on Xue Lang to help support the field, so he had to be patient and smirk at Xue Lang: "The monk is so ignorant, do you say that they will be really happy to see me?" ”

"How can you be upset?" Xue Lang asked incomprehensibly: "Every time the poor monk sees Master Zhao, he feels extremely happy from the bottom of his heart. ”

"Ahem, that's you." Zhao Hao had no choice but to talk patiently: "Because you are a monk, you are not competitive, and you have no desire for fame and fortune, but those laypeople downstairs are young and vigorous, and they are competitive, if they know that "Butterfly Love Flower" was done by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old hairy child, they must be very disappointed." ”

"It's inevitable to be lost." Xue Lang nodded approvingly and said: "Even the poor monk, after reading Zhao Shizhu's five poems, feels that in the future, I should stop calling myself a 'poet monk'." ”

"That's not necessary, you call yours." Zhao Hao coughed dryly, and finally said: "As soon as they are lost, they will be unpleasant, so what about the food I worked so hard to make?" Isn't the pearl secretly invested? ”

"Makes sense, makes sense." Xue Lang couldn't help but bowed his head and said: "It's the poor monk's consideration, and it's right that Lord Zhao doesn't want to show up." ”

"Right." Zhao Hao secretly wiped his sweat, opened the door and pushed Xue Lang out and said, "Go and help me greet the guests well." ”

"Wait, the poor monk still has a word." Xue Lang walked to the door, but suddenly stopped and said:

"It's okay if Lord Zhao doesn't show up, but please give me a poem to strengthen today's poetry meeting."

"Don't you still have five?" Zhao Hao's hands strengthened.

Xue Lang grabbed the door frame with both hands and said: "Those five songs are already the stars of last night, and I also ask Lord Zhao to bloom again today." ”

"It's all said, I don't know how to write poetry." Seeing that his strength was not as good as that of this pretty monk, Zhao Hao gave up closing the door depressedly.

"Donor, the poor monk is also for my Ming poetry altar, adding more color." Although Xue Lang didn't dare to go in again, he was still chattering at the door: "Please also ask the donor to give a poem, and the poor monk promises that within a month, he will not ask for a poem again." ”

After a pause, he said a little scoundrel: "Otherwise, the poor monk will not go down." ”

"Don't bother me for three months." Zhao Hao knew that if he didn't take something out today, he wouldn't be able to get rid of this bald donkey.

"Deal." Xue Lang was overjoyed and wanted to enter the private room, but Zhao Hao slammed the door shut.

In the private room, there are four treasures of the study, for the diners to come and leave ink treasures. Zhao Hao scribbled a poem, handed it out through the crack in the door, and said:

"Take it, Hugh will bother me again!"

Xuelang is like a treasure, and I can't wait to read it.

"It's not a bitter reputation for people, and it's also mad, chivalrous and gentle. Shine on people's courage like Qin Shiyue, send me love like a mountain on the clouds......"

"Good poems, good poems, 'according to people's courage like Qin Shiyue, send me love like a mountain on the clouds'. Zhao Shizhu is really a genius, and he has such a good sentence at his fingertips. ”

Xue Lang shook his head for a while, only to see that there was a line of small words "Gift to Master Xuelang of Da Bao'en Temple", which turned out to be written by Zhao Shizhu to himself!

The mage's heart was hot, his face was red, and he muttered to Zhao Hao in the private room: "The poor monk is ashamed, the poor monk has not done enough, and the poor monk will be more concerned about Zhao Shizhu in the future." ”

"Get down for me!" I only heard Zhao Hao in it and said frantically: "If you talk nonsense, I will give this poem to others!" ”

"That's not going to work! The poor monk's name goes down in history, relying on this poem! "The snow wave was hit by seven inches. Afraid that Zhao Hao would regret it, he hurriedly put away the poetry and went downstairs as if he had fled.

If people want to become famous by poetry, in addition to being a poet, they can also be a friend of the poet, and once they are mentioned by the poet in the poem, they will naturally be famous with the poet's works through the ages.

is like Wang Lun, Li Guinian, Yuan Er and others.

But what Master Xuelang didn't know was that he could actually rely on himself to be famous for eternity, and he didn't need to rub Zhao Gongzi's popularity at all.

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