Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 237
At the gate of Miaoyinfang, two ponytails dressed up as a gentleman, opened the fan and covered his mouth with a smile: "Cousin, take it easy, don't tire yourself out."

"Dirty girl, I'm here to accompany you to take pictures and find things, you... eh? Grandma, don't pull me..."

Jiang Han was dragged and dragged into the house, he was complaining endlessly.

Originally, I also planned not to visit this Miaoyinfang for the second time, but I never thought that it would be only five days later...

"The hibiscus is not as good as the makeup of a beauty, and the wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emeralds. Who will cover the autumn fan with the cry, and wait for the king with the bright moon hanging in the sky." A lament came from a room.

It turned out that Yaoqin was staring at Jiang Han's poems, and during these five days, she kept thinking about this poem written for her.

And she also compiled a song with lyrics and music, which is very pleasant to the ear.

"Lady, Your Highness is coming." The servant girl came over and said.

Yaoqin's eyes lit up, she immediately put down the paper, and ran downstairs, when she saw Jiang Han, tears welled up in her eyes: "Your Highness...you are finally willing to come and visit my slave's house!"

The words are full of reluctance, complaints, and joy.

Jiang Han looked at Yaoqin's appearance, and smiled coyly: "Long time no see, it seems that you have lost weight."

"Ever since His Highness left, my lady has been ignoring food and drink." The maid next to her interrupted.

Yaoqin immediately greeted the servant, and asked the servant to come over with tea, rice, wine and vegetables, and planned to serve Jiang Han to drink in person.

Although the pair of ponytails on one side is a woman disguised as a man, she was also very surprised when she saw Yaoqin.

In the eyes of the two ponytails, the Yaoqin in front of her is very arrogant, and ordinary scholars really can't catch her eyes.

So she is usually lukewarm.

But this time seeing Jiang Han, the cold Yaoqin was so humble and gentle.

It seems that this can be written into her novel.

Twintails quietly took out a small notebook, and recorded this realization.

In fact, Princess Baoyu is not short of money, and writing novels is entirely out of interest.

In the words of the earth, that is to generate electricity for love.

However, it is precisely because she can write novels so wholeheartedly that the things she writes appear to be so level.

"Your Highness, I've been thinking about it for several days, and it's your Highness who made a mistake." Yaoqin poured wine for Jiang Han.

Jiang Han picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Oh?"

"Your Highness said that the slave family is someone who serves the king, but for the slave family, whether it is a king's family or an ordinary family, what the slave family wants most...is a person who understands the slave family. Finding a confidant, that is the pleasure."

Jiang Han couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Yes, a confidant is rare, and a confidant is hard to find. Having a confidant in life is enough to comfort the world..."

"Bosom friend, bosom friend? That's right, if you can meet double confidantes, even if life is just a fleeting moment, what does it matter?" Yao Qin was once again infected by Jiang Han's poems.

Maybe it was in the hall, Jiang Han's words also attracted the attention of many talented scholars and beauties.

A talented man stood up and said, "Could this be...His Royal Highness from the Princess Mansion?"

Jiang Han cupped his fists.

The gifted man came over and said, "Your Highness, what you said just now is that confidantes are hard to come by and bosom friends are hard to find. This makes my poems very popular. I heard that the young master is a learned man. How do I compare my poems with Your Excellency?"

Jiang Hanxin said that trouble was coming again and he didn't want to continue copying poems.But at this time, the twin-ponytails winked at Jiang Han. Her meaning was very clear: Hold the attention and attention of people here while I look for something.

Jiang Han was helpless, but for the fifth volume of Chungui Opera, Jiang Han had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Why don't you, sir, write a poem first?"

"Okay!" The young master thought for a while, and then said: "Where in the world can you meet a bosom friend, only the world is drunk."

"It's quite satisfactory." Jiang Han said.

After being evaluated by Jiang Han, many young masters gathered around.

"Mr. Lu was born as a Jinshi. Although His Highness is not weak in writing, His Highness said that it is quite satisfactory. Could it be that His Highness has better poems?" A broad-faced scholar stepped forward and said.

Yaoqin beside Jiang Han also had bright eyes, and she said, "Your Highness, could it be that..."

Before Yaoqin could finish speaking, Jiang Han held a wine glass in his hand and said, "The most precious thing in life is your confidant, you can meet your blood relatives everywhere."

As soon as Jiang Han's golden sentence came out, the surroundings fell into silence. It took a while for someone to say: "Good poetry, good poetry! It connects confidantes and flesh and blood!"

A middle-aged literati nodded and said, "Indeed, a confidant understands himself better than a close relative of flesh and blood."

"it is good!"

Many sons also applauded.

At this time, a woman with the appearance of an oiran came out, she said with a smile: "Your Highness, my family name is Yafen, and she is also a lady here. If your highness accepts my family's words, how about I play a song for your highness? My family is especially good at pipa."

"Please, lady." Jiang Han said, and when he was speaking, he still didn't forget to look upstairs.

Sure enough, at this time, the guests and girls around all cast their gazes over, and Twintails also took the opportunity to search for his manuscript.

"The heart is known without words, and the body is known without deeds. If you ask why, friendship is worth a lot of money." Yafen said.

Jiang Hanxin said that this oiran is not simple, he is worthy of being one of the three most famous oirans along with Yaoqin, making Jiang Han, an outsider, feel that the words and sentences in it are very rhyming and standard.

But it doesn't bother Jiang Han, after all, he has been familiar with three hundred poems since he was a child.

"A confidant in the sea is like a neighbor at the end of the world. Inaction is on a fork in the road, and brothers share the towel." Jiang Han said, and he changed Wang Bo's poem.

The first two sentences mean that there are close friends within the four seas, even if they are far away, they are as close as neighbors.

The last meaning is to never break up at the fork in the road, like young men and women in love who are so sad that their clothes are wet with tears.

So it should be children sharing the towel, but there are other meanings in children, men and women, or sons and daughters, which have many meanings, but Jiang Han changed to brothers, although the style has indeed declined, but there are more The wild atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

Also easy to understand.

But don't think that everyone's literary accomplishment here can be compared to that of Bachelor Wang Bo.

So when Jiang Han uttered this poem, the surroundings were quiet for a while, and then thunderous applause hit.

"Good! What a great poem, what a great poem!" People clapped their hands vigorously, regardless of the fact that their hands were already flushed.

And in the distance, another young master came out: "Maybe there is a confidant on the road ahead, and you will meet the king after a long journey to get drunk."

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king!" Jiang Han immediately guessed the move.

Suddenly, an old man came down the corridor, and his excited breathing quickened: "Your Highness, please accept this trick: It's hard to know people, but it's hard to know someone's heart, and a bosom friend is also a bosom friend!"

(End of this chapter)