Call of the Deer

Chapter 40
And when Bei Minghao was practicing in the inner courtyard of the palace, Jia Xu had already brought a large group of confidants to Wang Yan's place!

And Wang Yan also got the report early, and at the same time, she was a little surprised, and hurriedly asked the maid to invite Bei Minghao, and at the same time dealt with Jia Xu and his party in a panic.

"Mr. Jia, I don't know why you brought the ministers to see me today, why don't you come here one by one!"

"Mrs. Tai, Xu came here today for no other reason than to say goodbye to the lord. I hope Mrs. Tai will agree!" Jia Xu said every word with seriousness in his eyes.

"Oh, talk about marriage for my son, yes, my son is not young anymore, it's time to marry a wife and have children, I wonder if Mr. Jia has found love?"

When Wang Yan heard this, her face suddenly changed, and she suddenly realized that her son was not young anymore, and it was time for him to marry a wife, her expression softened, and she asked carefully.

"Wang Zhaojun, the boudoir of the royal family in Daxing City, this girl looks like a fairy, she is knowledgeable in books and etiquette, generous and upright... She is also from a famous family, Xu thinks that she is very suitable for the Lord, please think carefully about it, Mrs. Tai!"

Jia Xu said it neither humble nor overbearing, with a lot of exaggeration in the words, it was like Wang Zhaojun said that there is nothing in the sky, and there is nothing on the earth, which really moved Wang's mind for a while!
"Oh, there is such a beautiful and virtuous daughter, just wait for me for a moment, let me go to clean up, bring a heavy gift, and go to check to find out! Go, call Hao'er, and go with me! "

After hearing Jia Xu's praise, Wang Yan couldn't bear her curiosity anymore, so she asked her maid to call Bei Minghao, and went with him to Wang's family to propose marriage!
At this time, Bei Minghao's heart was more mirror-like, secretly echoing Jia Xu, and followed Wang's sedan chair to the palace!

Wang Jin, the owner of the palace, is over sixty years old, a relic of the Yi Kingdom, and retired after the fall of the Yi Kingdom, and is no longer an official. He is a famous Confucianist, and the Wang family is also a scholarly family, so the strength in Daxing City is still very strong.

A group of people sent greeting cards, and were quickly brought into the palace by the servants. They were already in the palace, and suddenly they felt refreshed. They saw that the palace was full of apricot blossoms, and the fragrance of flowers was elegant, while the Wang family stuck their heads out one after another. Curiously looking at the three of Bei Minghao who were brought into the hall by the servants!
Entering the inner hall, I saw an old man sitting on the main seat. He was born early at this time, but he was full of energy. When he saw Bei Minghao and others coming in, he immediately stood up and walked over tremblingly, and then paid his respects to Bei Minghao. There is a group of people.

"Grassman Wang Jin (Wang Heng), meet Mr. Zhou Mu, Mrs. Tai, Mr. Jia!"

Bei Minghao stepped forward to support Wang Jin who was kneeling, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang is serious, I have seen Wang Hongru at the end of the school!"

Seeing Bei Minghao holding him back and not letting him kneel down, Wang Jin's eyes flashed with admiration, while hesitating.

"How can this make it so, the old man is only dressed in white, how can he be bowed down by the state shepherd, it is really disrespectful!"

"Wang Hongru is serious. Today, it's the younger generation who came to visit the Great Confucian. Because of the disciple's etiquette, I ask the Great Confucian not to refuse. Besides, respecting the old and loving the young is a manly way!"

Bei Minghao said righteously, and suddenly a different aura emanated from Bei Minghao's body, which was as eye-catching as the spring snow!

"What a 'respecting the old and loving the young is what a man does', that's right, that's right, since Master Zhou Mu ordered it, then the little old man won't refuse, please take a seat!"

The old man smiled politely, and at the same time motioned for Bei Minghao to sit in his seat, his eyes glistening!
"How can Dahongru let my junior be the master, and ask Dahongru to fulfill Hao's filial piety of 'respecting the old and loving the young', please take the seat!"

Bei Minghao came here for Wang Zhaojun, if he didn't give the old man a good impression, maybe Zhaojun wouldn't be able to marry him!
"Hehe, okay, then the little old man is welcome to come. Master Zhou Mu will sit too!" The old man nodded slowly, expressing his appreciation for Bei Minghao's "beautiful character".

"Da Hongru, today I am here to visit your elder, you don't have to be so polite, just call me shocking, if you call my lord, I will lose my life!"

Bei Minghao tried his best to build a good relationship with Wang Jin so that he could propose marriage later!
The two sides sat down, and it was only then that Wang Jin asked about his intentions.

"Shocking, you came to my house today, but if you have something to say, it doesn't matter, as long as the little old man can do it, he must do his best!"

Bei Minghao gestured to Jia Xu, Jia Xu understood, and stepped forward, saying: "The late student enters Guangqu Jia Wenhe, and pays homage to Dahongru!"

"Could it be the descendant of Guangqu Jiada?" Wang Jin asked in surprise when he heard it.

"It's my father. When my father was alive, he often mentioned that you were old, saying that you are a great Confucian in the world, famous all over the world. My father also wanted to come to visit the great Confucian, but his health is not good, and it is difficult to move around for a while, so we have to let it go!"

Jia Xu was an old man, and started to flatter Wang Jin, but Wang Jin sighed when he heard it, and admired Jia Wenhe, and then Jia Wenhe said again.

"Da Hongru, this time Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Tai brought the lord to come here, hoping to marry your granddaughter, Miss Zhaojun. I also ask Da Ru for permission to facilitate this matter. From now on, the two families will form a good relationship between Qin and Jin. Wouldn't it be great to come here?" ?”

"This, this..." Wang Jin's face changed drastically when he heard this, he hesitated, and didn't know what to say for a while?
Seeing this, Bei Minghao's heart sank slightly, and he motioned to Jia Wenhe.

"Great Confucianism, my lord is also handsome, talented, young hero, wise and courageous, what? Could it be that he is not good enough for Miss Zhaojun?" Jia Wenhe asked with a slight change in expression.

"Nephew Wen Hexian is right. The little old man also thinks Master Zhou Mu is a very nice young man. It's just that Zhaojun was spoiled by us since he was a child, and he is quite arrogant. Many people came to propose marriage before, and they were all rejected by him. He refused, and threatened: "Whoever wants to marry her, Wencai must convince him!" The little old man has more than enough energy for this matter!"

Wang Jin explained the reason with a wry smile.

"Oh, what Yidahongru means is that as long as Wencai defeats Miss Zhaojun, he will be willing to marry?"

When Bei Minghao heard it, he was overjoyed, and his heart was more than literary, so how could he, a "young hero" of the twentieth century, lose to an ancient man, and asked immediately.

"That's right, alas, it's just you, Master Zhou..." Wang Jin shook his head and sighed, as if he didn't like Bei Minghao, or valued Wang Zhaojun's talent more!
"Why? Dahongru thinks that my literary talents can't surpass Miss Zhaojun's?" Bei Minghao chuckled lightly.

"No, it's just Zhaojun..." Wang Jin's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Da Hongru, how about this, can you bring the younger generation to meet Miss Zhaojun, let the younger generation compare with Miss Zhaojun, then we will see the difference!"

Bei Minghao didn't care, and at the same time suggested that he should meet Wang Zhaojun and have a literary competition in person.

Seeing that Bei Minghao was so swearing, Wang Jin only hesitated for a moment before agreeing to Bei Minghao's request, but Wang Yan looked at Bei Minghao quite worried, worrying about gains and losses!
Following Wang Jin, they soon arrived at a side courtyard in the backyard.

But at this time, a woman in white was sitting on the swing in the courtyard, swinging on the swing, reading a book quietly, oblivious to what the maidservant next to her said!
"Miss, the Grand Master is here!" All of a sudden, the maidservants knelt down and reminded the woman who was reading.

When the woman heard this, she frowned slightly, slowly closed the book and turned her head to look behind.

And the moment the woman turned her head, Bei Minghao lost his mind, and saw a beautiful woman.

The eyebrows are rippling, the willows are dancing, the ice is pure and pure, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and is as holy as a fairy descending from the world.

As the ancient poem said, it can be seen from a distance, but not played with. That exquisite face seems to make time stagnate at this moment, and it will be eternal in an instant.

That alluring face, and that graceful figure, were deeply imprinted in his mind at this moment, and would linger for a long time, permeating her eyes like a nightmare, making people so fascinated and infatuated.

Not only Bei Minghao, but even Wang Yan was absent-minded for a while.Looking at the face of the woman in front of her, she felt ashamed.

"Zhaojun, come here. Grandpa will introduce you. This is Master Huangzhou State Shepherd, Bei Minghao!"

Seeing Zhaojun turn around, Wang Jin yelled kindly, and at the same time woke up the two Bei Minghao who were in a state of trance.

Wang Zhaojun trotted over and looked at Bei Minghao. He was also quite interested in this young man who had suddenly visited, and sat down with a smile.

"Master Beiming, my little girl Wang Zhaojun, I have met you!"

At this moment, the smiling Wang Zhaojun once again brought Bei Minghao into an eternal dream.

Bei Minghao looked at the woman with a peerless beauty in front of him, and felt it, and unconsciously recited Li Yannian's "Song of a Beauty".

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent, once you look at the city, and then look at the country!
At this moment, a trace of surprise and curiosity flashed in Wang Zhaojun's big eyes, and he unconsciously recited Bei Minghao's words again, muttering to himself.

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. They look at the city of people, and then they look at the country! Good poetry, really good poetry!" At the same time, his eyes were full of joy and surprise.

But at this moment, not only Wang Zhaojun, but even Wang Jin and Wang Yan fell into a stunned state. Looking at the independent Bei Minghao in the field, they were stunned for a while!
"Master Beiming, did you write this poem? Who is this beautiful woman referring to?"

Wang Zhaojun asked curiously, his eyes were really big, he kept staring at Bei Minghao, waiting for his reply.

Seeing Wang Zhaojun staring at him, Bei Minghao was very shy, turned his head quickly, and said: "This beauty is far away in the sky, but she is close in front of me, of course it is Miss Zhaojun!"

Wang Zhaojun obviously didn't believe it, he pursed his lips and snorted coldly, then stomped his feet fiercely, and refused to obey.

"Hmph, it's a lie. It's clearly written that there are beauties in the north, but I'm in the east. It's definitely not about me. If you don't believe me, you are writing a poem that only writes about me, otherwise I won't follow!"

At this time, Wang Jin saw that Wang Zhaojun was quite rude at this time, so he quickly reminded him, fearing that Bei Minghao would blame him.

"Zhaojun, don't be rude!"

At this time Wang Zhaojun also reacted, knowing that he was being rude, his face suddenly turned red, and the roots of his ears also became red, he lowered his head, submissively, secretly looking at Bei Minghao from time to time.

When Bei Minghao heard this, he quickly defended Wang Zhaojun, and said with a smile: "Da Hongru is serious, Miss Zhaojun has a true temperament, how can I blame her!"

After hearing this, Wang Zhaojun breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Bei Minghao with a blushing face, and said again.

"Since the young master does not blame Zhaojun for being rude, then Zhaojun has thanked the young master. I wonder if the young master can recite a poem for Zhaojun..."

Speaking of this, his face turned red again unconsciously, and he lowered his head again, his hands clutching the skirt of his clothes, looking quite nervous.

At this time Wang Jin immediately signaled Wang Yan, and the two left quietly with a kind of maid. Bei Minghao was so happy that he didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "Since Miss Zhaojun wants to listen to another song, then I will make a fool of myself." Already!"

Bei Minghao slowly pondered, walked slowly in the garden, looked at the unparalleled Zhaojun, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, a poem was brewing in the bottom of his heart, and he blurted it out unconsciously!

The hairpin is soaring and the mist rises, and the willow-leaf brows enter the clouds;

The beautiful eyes look forward to the movement of the stars, and the nose is as steady as a hanging gall.

Exhale like orchids and make fragrant fragrance, and touch the lips with a red brush at will;
The face is lined with peach blossoms, white and red, and the teeth are like silver in a bright smile.

The shoulders are crispy and the hands are boneless, and the fingers are as light as spring onions;
Pingping curled up and swayed with phoenix steps, her icy muscles were fine and even.

There are few good women in the Wang family, who are born with beautiful clothes and skirts.

The jade buried in the mud and rocks is especially bright, and the pearls falling into the abyss reflect the water;
Luoyan's beauty has been famous for thousands of years, and its peerless beauty shines through the past and present.

A piece of poetry, soul-stirring, pulled the two into a graceful illusion. Listening to this poem, Zhaojun was deeply impressed by this poem, and also deeply infatuated with this confident, bookish man.

Slowly fell into Bei Minghao's arms, leaned on him quietly, closed his eyes, reminiscing about this exquisite, world-shocking verse, and the two stood alone in the breeze.

At this moment, there were only two people left in the world, and the surrounding scene was eclipsed in an instant, and one after another dropped their proud figures, not daring to compete with Bei Minghao and the other two!

After a long time, the two walked out from each other and looked at each other. Bei Minghao laughed proudly, but Zhaojun lowered his head shyly at this moment, not daring to look at Bei Minghao, and whispered.

"Young master, did you write this poem for me? What's its name?"

"The title of this poem is "Fragrant Goose Falling in the Sky". It is a metaphor that the wild geese will feel ashamed of themselves even after seeing your beauty. Do you like this poem?"

Bei Minghao looked up at the sky, thinking of the allusion of Luoyan, and then slowly responded.

"Well, Zhaojun likes it, thank you son for writing poems for me, Zhaojun... I heard that son is Huangzhou Mu, a hero like you should have a heroic and majestic appearance, I wonder if you can write another poem so that Zhaojun can see the majesty of son ?”

Zhaojun raised his head and looked at the face of the man whom he was gradually obsessed with. He looked quite handsome, but his body exuded a wild aura, as tall as a king.

Bei Minghao also didn't want to help the beauty's face, and began to think about which masterpiece he should sing. At this time, he suddenly remembered "Swordsman", and he was full of pride, and he sang the swan song while walking.

The world's winds and clouds came out of my generation, as soon as I entered the rivers and lakes, the years reminded me;

Raising a sword and riding a straddle, wielding the rain of ghosts, the bones are as frightened as a mountain bird.

Indifferent to the wind and rain fighting for hegemony, the dust is like the tide and the people are like the water;
In the chatting and laughing of Emperor Tubaye, it is a drunken life.

For a moment, he was unparalleled in domineering, standing proudly in the courtyard, as if he was a king looking down on all living beings, that powerful and confident figure stood tall and straight in the courtyard, lonely and domineering...

Wang Zhaojun was stunned for a moment, staring obsessively at this mighty and domineering figure, his eyes were full of admiration and obsession, his heart had already fallen into Bei Minghao's arms at this moment, only Bei Minghao was in his eyes, and no one else.

"My lord, you are too mighty, making Zhaojun's heart hard to calm down, Zhaojun, Zhaojun... I'm in love with you!"

After speaking, he covered his face in embarrassment, his ears were red, his eyes peeked at Bei Minghao, who was a little surprised, through his fingers, and he laughed foolishly.

With this smile, Bei Minghao no longer had any scruples or shyness. He stepped forward and domineeringly kept Zhaojun. Into Zhaojun's incense mouth, twitching Zhaojun's incense tongue!
The two kissed deeply like this for a long time, half a quarter of an hour before they separated. At this time, Bei Minghao looked at the ruddy Wang Zhaojun, and said obsessively: "Zhaojun, will you marry me? Be my wife." bride?"

"Hmm..." Zhaojun replied with an extremely small voice, almost inaudible, but Bei Minghan still heard it, and immediately smiled, and embraced Zhaojun again.

At this moment, under the witness of Qingfeng, the two young men and women who had just begun to fall in love made a lifelong agreement with each other and established a vow...

"Call of the Deer"

(End of this chapter)