Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

After a while.

The Red Book School came to the private room with a copybook.

She put the copybook on the table and slowly opened it.

I saw the word "farewell" written on it.

After everyone in Taiyi Sword Sect finished watching, they all turned their attention to Qin Hao.

For nothing else, they just want to see Senior Brother Qin make a move.

The Red Book School slowly said: "Dear guests, Ms. Shiyin said that a few days is the night of the full moon, and if there are gatherings, there will be separation, so I invite the distinguished guests to write an article on the topic of parting."

"That's it?"

Qin Hao said indifferently: "Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes."

After the Red Book School responded, he quickly winked at a certain nobleman at the side.

Soon the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were set up on the table, and a pretty female cultivator was helping Qin Hao grind ink.

Qin Hao dipped the brush in some ink, then picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

The Qing Dynasty official who studied ink for him couldn't help but applaud in his heart when he saw the graceful handwriting on the paper.

Then slowly read the words on the paper.

"The chilling cicadas are miserable, it's late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped.

...

Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more embarrassing, neglecting Qingqiu Festival!

...

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell? "

The moment the pen was written, there was a burst of exclamation in the private room where only the nobles were left to read quietly:

"good words!"

"Eldest brother is amazing!"

"There is a literal meaning in this word."

Qin Hao didn't care about everyone's flattery, that's why he used everyone's words.

The purpose is to arouse the resonance of everyone. In the previous life, Master Liu also visited the place of fireworks all the year round and wrote countless works handed down to the oiran.

He didn't believe everyone Liu's words didn't work in this world.

"Sister Hong, take the words up."

"well."

Sister Hong has been in the Red Sleeve Pavilion for more than 20 years, and she has never seen such a poem before. She looks at Qin Hao with a little more respect and at the same time a little more love.

I believe Miss Shiyin will like this poem very much.

Seeing the Red Book School leaving, Liu Xiaopang said with a smile: "Let's continue, we won't return tonight if we don't get drunk."

After a stick of incense time.

After the Red Book School walked into the private room with a happy face, he said with a smile: "This distinguished guest, Miss Shiyin invites you to the Tingyin Pavilion for a talk."

Qin Hao stood up and said something to the crowd.

"You play, I'll go and recite poems with Miss Shiyin first."

Liu Xiaopang and the others nodded vigorously, and showed Qin Hao a look that any man could understand.

Qin Hao followed the Red Book School through the corridor and up hundreds of stairs before reaching the fifth floor of Hongxiu Pavilion.

The Red Book School stood respectfully at the door, and said in a low voice: "Miss Shiyin, that young master is here."

That demeanor, that tone of voice didn't look like a bustard confronting a nobleman at all, but like a subordinate confronting a boss.

"Ask him to come in."

There was an empty voice from inside the house.

Just the sound alone makes people have a dreamy idea.

"My lord, please."

The Red Book School slowly pushed open the door.

brush!

Qin Hao took the own folding fan out of the storage ring, and walked in like a handsome young man, swaying the folding fan.

What greets the eye is a chic and elegant room separated by a screen.

The Ye Mingzhu in the house is very bright, illuminating the whole house like daytime.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, which makes people feel like they can't help but take a deep breath.

Various poems, calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, and various antique objects are placed on the table.

Without exception, these objects exude a faint literary atmosphere.

Boom, boom, boom...

A pleasant sound of piano came from behind the screen, Qin Hao looked behind the screen.

I saw a beautiful figure plucking the strings.

Qin Hao didn't deliberately use his spiritual thoughts to find out through the screen. One was impolite, and the other was without any interest.

With the sound of the piano, the light in the room gradually became dim.

The melodious sound of the piano, the charming fragrance, the ambiguous light, and the mysterious figure.

Even though Qin Hao had seen countless storms in the sea, he couldn't help feeling a little bit curious about the woman behind the screen.

What kind of woman is Miss Shiyin?

He walked slowly to the wooden table in front of the screen and sat down.

Did not speak rashly.

Didn't talk too much either.

He just closed his eyes slightly, as if immersed in the sound of the piano.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of the piano stopped.

Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes, clapped his hands and praised: "Miss Shiyin's piano sound is really extraordinary, the lingering sound lingers on for three days, it makes people linger and forget to return!"

The voice from just now came from behind the screen: "Young Master speaks well, and Shiyin admires it."

"I don't know how to call the young master?"

brush!

Qin Hao opened the folding fan in his hand and said, "My surname is Qin, and the single name is Hao."

"It turned out to be Mr. Qin. The poem "Yulin Ling" just now is the most poignant poem I have ever seen in my life. Please wait a moment, Mr. Shiyin, to bring you a pot of tea."

As soon as the words fell, Qianying behind the screen began to get busy.

not for a while.

I saw a woman in a double-breasted feather gauze dress stepping out from behind the screen.

Her skin is finer than snow, her appearance is elegant and refined, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows adds a bit of charm to her.

Every frown and smile exudes a scholarly atmosphere.

Even in this place of fireworks, it also gives people a feeling of being out of mud but not stained.

Shiyin's movements of making tea are very elegant, as if what she makes is not tea, but art.

"Young Master Qin, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Miss Shiyin."

The moment Qin Hao took the tea, his fingers inadvertently touched Shiyin's slender fingers.

Very tender and smooth.

Like a frightened deer, Shiyin hastily withdrew her own hand.

Fortunately, Qin Hao had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he didn't let the tea splash on own, spoiling the scenery in front of him.

However, the moment he touched Shiyin's finger, he felt a hint of coolness.

Although it was very faint, it still couldn't escape his senses.

He took a sip of the tea, and immediately felt the fresh fragrance in his mouth.

"Good tea."

Shiyin pursed her lips with a fluttering fan and smiled, and said, "Young Master Qin, if you like it, you can come to Shiyin's place when you have time, and have a lot of fun."

"Well, I'll definitely come here often when I'm free."

After Qin Hao said something with a smile, he began to talk freely: "Does Miss Shiyin like poetry, calligraphy and painting?"

Shiyin responded: "Well, Shiyin liked painting and calligraphy since childhood..."

The two of you said a word, and I started to chat with each other.

We talked until midnight.

Shiyin has an extraordinary understanding of poetry, calligraphy and painting, as long as Qin Hao can chat, she can catch up.

This made Qin Hao have more and more doubts about Shiyin's identity. The woman in front of him is absolutely extraordinary. Who is she?

It stands to reason that such a woman who has a deep understanding of poetry should be full of literary spirit.

But in front of Shiyin, although she has a literary spirit, she is not at all own.

Just when Qin Hao was puzzled, a familiar voice came from his mind:

"Ding! You have chatted and drank tea with the evil spirits of the Huangtian Sect for a long time, Cultivation Base +20, Hundred Poisons Invulnerability +1..."

Um?

When Qin Hao heard this voice, the previous doubts in his heart were instantly resolved.

System, you kid finally has some positive effects.

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