"It turns out that these beauties on the Qinhuai River are here to send Xie Yuanlang for the exam."

On the dock, many people who were originally full of expectations saw the situation clearly, and suddenly hung their heads.

However, more people, like Tao Dazhi, watched the excitement excitedly.

Xie Yuanlang and Oiran, who are also fourteen years old Xie Yuanlang and twenty-two-year-old Oiran, one is tender and the other is ripe, tsk, it's really exciting to think about!

"Get off the boat, get off the boat!"

The onlookers didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and began to coax on the side, urging Wei Chen to get off the boat and meet each other.

Wei Chen reacted at this time, his dodgy eyes were indeed easy to misunderstand.

It's okay now, the yellow mud fell into the crotch of the pants, it's not that or that.

Just as Wei Chen sighed for a long time, Dong Lihua and several Oiran had already set up a eucalyptus on the pier by themselves, put flowers and wine, and respectfully asked Xie Yuanlang to get off the boat and say goodbye.

Wei Chen couldn't help but sigh.

At this point, if Wei Chen still refuses to get off the boat, this reputation of bad luck will definitely be tied to his head, so it is better to go down and meet Dong Lihua and make things clear.

As soon as he thought of this, Wei Chen stopped twisting, strode off the boat, and came to the dock in front of the group of thin and fat warblers on the dock.

When I got closer, I realized that this Dong Lihua was really beautiful, the autumn waves in her eyes flowed, she looked forward to her posture, and her smile and smile were all contemplative, and she was one of the best among all Qinhuai beauties, no wonder it could make Sun Zhigao dream.

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Dong Lihua bowed her body and blessed Wei Chen: "After Xie Yuanlang's anthology came out, Jiangning's literati and female histories all had a volume, especially my Qin Huai's sisters, who loved to understand Yuanlang's literary talents, so they spontaneously came to see off Xie Yuanlang today. ”

Wei Chen was so moved that he almost cried.

Those dirty things full of peach-colored scandals, listen to them, people are simply my fans, and there is no such indescribable relationship between us at all!

The onlookers were disappointed.

I'm still thinking about picking up some ingredients.

As a result, that's it?

Wei Chen immediately raised the teacup on the long eucalyptus, ready to drink a few cups of tea instead of wine, which can be regarded as thanking the other party for his send-off.

Who knew that Dong Lihua made a move in her hand, and the beauties behind her unhurriedly set up the yaoqin and pipa, and took out the horizontal flute and vertical flute, and played it in public.

Dong Lihua took out two red tooth plates, a pair of soul-scaring peach blossom eyes stared directly at Wei Chen, and then her lips opened lightly, and she sang to the tune: "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, Waves Sweeping Away Heroes......"

Wei Chen was slightly stunned, what Dong Lihua sang in his mouth was the word "Linjiang Immortal" that he made at the Painting Boat Poetry Club, and this poem can be regarded as Wei Chen's most widely circulated work so far.

If Wei Chen is asked to describe Dong Lihua's voice, then Wei Chen will compare it to a yellow warbler, melodious and tactful, touching the heartstrings, as if it is natural.

If she was singing graceful words such as "Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue" at the moment, Wei Chen believed that everyone present would be intoxicated by her singing voice.

However, at present, the tragic "Linjiang Immortal" is sung by Dong Lihua, but the shortcomings in her voice are completely exposed.

The voice that is too soft lacks the strength of strength, and the crisp red tooth plate of Ding Dong is not passionate and powerful, and the combination of the two ruins a good song that resonates with the heart.

Dong Lihua was obviously aware of this, and tried hard to squeeze her throat, trying to make her voice more high-pitched and powerful.

However, it backfired.

The more anxious she was, the more disordered Dong Lihua's breath became, and after a song, Dong Lihua knew that she had messed up this meaningful performance.

Her eyes were red, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to cry, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Seeing the beauty's crying self-blame, everyone present regretted it.

At this time, Wei Chen suddenly stretched out his hand, poured himself a glass of wine, and after drinking it all, he paused the wine cup heavily on the eucalyptus, put his hands behind his back, and slowly paced.

Someone didn't know what was going on and asked the people around him: "What's the matter, Xie Yuanlang is angry because Miss Dong sings bad words about him?" ”

The person next to him glared at him, and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up, Xie Yuanlang is going to write lyrics!" ”

Most of the people on the dock saw Wei Chen's intentions, and suddenly they were silent, and everyone didn't dare to breathe, lest they disturb Wei Chen's inspiration.

Wei Chen put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly, and the crowd parted like a tide, and after a moment of silence, Wei Chen chanted aloud:

Brocade years of water flow,

It is more difficult to collect the beads,

After illness, he is often afraid to comb his hair.

A path of green clouds to cultivate bamboo grievances,

Half window red sunset flowers,

Stunned just under the curtain hook.

"Good!"

The scholars present who knew a little about the poems applauded one after another, this poem was so fresh and clean as flowing water.

Regardless of the others, just this freshness, in their impressions, only a few people such as Uncle Yan Tong can write it.

After Wei Chen's little words were sung, Dong Lihua first raised her head with a stunned look, and then lowered her head shyly.

The rest of the words are fine, but the first sentence can be broken, and the brocade years are like water, which is too lethal to her!

The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty generally got married earlier, so when they were prostitutes, they were mostly small prostitutes for their beauty, and they were only in their teens and in their twenties.

Although Dong Lihua is an Oiran, she is 22 years old this year, and the age crisis is approaching.

Wei Chen's just seven ordinary words aroused her strong emotional resonance.

"He, a fourteen-year-old boy, how did he know so much about his daughter's thoughts?"

Dong Lihua lowered her head, pinched the corners of her clothes, and peeked at Wei Chen with the residual light of her eyes, feeling both moved by finding a confidant and doubting Wei Chen's age, but in the end, there was only a dark sadness.

"This kind of young man is not something I can hope for as a courtesan......

"Miss Dong, although the song "Linjiang Immortal" is good, it is not suitable for you, you should sing this song "Huanxi Sha" in the future."

Wei Chen sighed and said secretly: I stole a handkerchief from you at the beginning, and now I return you a good poem, which is not in vain.

After that, Wei Chen smiled at Dong Lihua, who was immersed in the poetic conception, and then waved his sleeves in a chic manner, turned around and boarded the passenger ship, and arched his hand towards everyone on the dock: "Everyone, goodbye!" ”

The farewell people on the dock came back to their senses and saluted Wei Chen together: "I wish Xie Yuanlang Jingbao to even ascend the Yellow Armor!" ”

The passenger ship full of yellow flags untied the cable and slowly sailed away from the official ship wharf, and a group of Qinhuai beauties reluctantly waved their hands at Wei Chen, and some also played the yaoqin and saw Wei Chen off with the sound of the piano.

Wei Chen's heart-warming words have completely captured the hearts of beauties. Since then, the romantic legend of Weichen will endure on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Albeit.

Wei Chen never really went there.