My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

Luzhu repeated it two or three times before Qin Hao reacted. He sat down awkwardly. The table was already filled with wine and food.

After sitting down, Luzhu poured Qin Hao a glass of wine and asked Zhu Chun to drink it.

"The master's captivating song today will definitely be famous all over the world, and the slave family will also be able to take advantage of it. This glass of wine is a small token of gratitude to the master."

Qin Hao wanted to explain that he didn't write the poem, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back when he looked at Lu Zhu's beautiful face.

"Bah, shameless."

Qin Hao cursed himself in his heart.

But he said:

“When I saw the girl, the poem finally came true.”

Lu Zhu smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

Qin Hao covered the wine glass with one hand, raised his head, and seemed to drink it all in one gulp. In fact, the wine in the glass turned into a line of water and got into Qin Hao's cuffs at an extremely fast speed.

Luzhu was not good at martial arts, so naturally he couldn't see the small movements on the hands of a seventh-level warrior, and he still praised Qin Hao for his generosity.

"The young master is very talented, and he can write poems that will be handed down from generation to generation. The little girl is not talented, but she also likes to write poems. I would like to give some to the young master to appreciate and give some advice."

Qin Hao has no intention of appreciating poetry. Besides, he is a literary copywriter and has no real talent or knowledge in poetry. How can he appreciate it?

The reason why Qin Hao was willing to come up was simply to learn about the Middle-earth that Sixth Master just mentioned, so he didn't intend to beat around the bush and asked directly:

"Miss Lvzhu, actually I came here because I heard from Mr. Xiang Liu that you can get news about Shiwanda Mountain and the Middle Earth from here."

Lu Zhu's face changed slightly, all the spring in her eyes disappeared, and was actually covered with a hint of coldness.

"Young Master asked what Zhongtu was doing?"

Qin Hao cupped his hands and said:

"My father is seriously ill, and there is no cure. I heard by chance that there are talented and righteous people in China who can refine the elixir, which can cure all kinds of diseases. I want to cross the 100,000 mountains and enter the Middle Earth to find the elixir. My father treats illnesses."

Hearing what he said, Luzhu was obviously relieved, but still a little wary.

"I advise you, sir, not to have any delusions. There is indeed a panacea that can cure all diseases in Middle-earth, but you can't get it."

Qin Hao said doubtfully:

"Why? Is the Hundred Thousand Mountains really so difficult to cross?"

Luzhu said disdainfully:

"A hundred thousand mountains are nothing..."

Halfway through her words, she paused.

Qin Hao frowned and asked:

"What else is there besides the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

Lu Zhu looked at Qin Hao angrily and said:

"In this spring night, can't the young master talk about something else?"

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, my father is seriously ill, and I really have no intention of looking for flowers."

"Looking for flowers and asking for willows? Such exquisite words. The young master is really talented, and he just said such words casually."

"Girl, if you know anything about the Middle Earth or the elixir, please tell me and I will pay for it."

"Master, do you think I am in need of money?"

Qin Hao was stunned and didn't know how to refute, so he had to continue:

"Whatever the girl needs, as long as I can get it, I will give it to you."

Luzhu suddenly put his hands on the table and slowly moved his face closer to Qin Hao. Because he was leaning down, Qin Hao could just see a touch of snow-white in his sight. His heart couldn't help but speed up, and he even had to start using mental techniques to calm his blood. .

Lu Zhu's face kept getting closer until it was only ten centimeters away from Qin Hao before stopping.

"I want you…"

She deliberately used the word "you" in a strong tone, but found that Qin Hao still had a calm face, and there was not even a trace of obscenity in his eyes.

Lu Zhu sat back on her chair in frustration and asked with an unhappy look:

"Excuse me, sir, am I not beautiful?"

"Beauty, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in this world."

A hint of pride rose up involuntarily on Luzhu's face, and then she asked again:

"Then why are you not moved at all?"

Then why are you not attracted to me?

Qin Hao smiled and said:

"Who says I'm not tempted? It's just that I'm not interested in this kind of erotic transaction."

Luzhu's face turned slightly red and she said shyly:

"It turns out that the young master is not satisfied with one night, and wants to keep the slave family by his side day and night.

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment, and then said very straightly:

"The girl is overthinking. I just don't want to have a relationship with a stranger like this."

"Besides, in my opinion, the girl is not someone who is eager to hand herself over casually, right?"

The shy expression on Luzhu's face gradually disappeared. She fiddled with the wine glass in her hand seemingly casually and asked lazily:

"Does the young master know anything?"

Qin Hao shook his head and said:

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. The purpose of my trip is just to get news from China."

Lu Zhu looked at Qin Hao, and finally laughed and said:

"Do you know that wanting to go to Middle-earth is no different from wanting to stab yourself in the heart?"

Qin Hao frowned and said in confusion:

"Is there no one who has entered Middle-earth from the Southern Territory?"

Luzhu said disdainfully:

"Southern Territory? Yep, it's just a prison."

"prison?"

Luzhu said no more.

Qin Hao was puzzled.

But no matter how he asked, Lu Zhu remained silent.

Qin Hao glanced at the rows of bookshelves and asked:

"Miss Luzhu, do you like poetry?"

Lu Zhu's eyes lit up, but she still didn't speak.

Qin Hao stood up, walked directly to the desk, picked up the brush, spread out the rice paper, and said:

"If I give you a poem handed down from ancient times, can you tell me the news about Middle-earth?"

Luzhu stood up suddenly, walked to Qin Hao, and asked:

"Are they all of the same level as that alluring song?"

Qin Hao smiled and said:

"Maybe better."

"If the young master really has better poems that can be handed down from generation to generation, Luzhu knows that he can tell you everything, and he can tell you everything."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, if he said that, it would be stable.

The poet Li Bai, the poet Du Fu, the great writer Su Shi, there are too many poets in the history of China, and there are too many famous works through the ages, enough for Qin Hao to copy.

I saw him thinking for a moment, then he started writing.

As soon as Qin Hao wrote the first word, Luzhu's eyes lit up and he praised sincerely:

"Good words."

As Qin Hao wrote word by word, Luzhu slowly read it out.

"Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

"A thousand miles of lonely tomb...there is no place to speak of desolation."

"Even if we meet, we should not recognize each other. Our faces will be covered with dust and our temples will be as frosty."

...

Luzhu was completely immersed in the words written by Qin Hao, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face.

By the time Qin Hao finished writing this poem, Luzhu was completely impressed.

Qin Hao put down his brush and asked:

"I wonder if this poem can be used in exchange for news about Miss Luzhu?"

Luzhu, who was still immersed in the sad situation of the words, was about to say enough, but then she thought about it, this person had such a stunning and brilliant word, and if he squeezed it more, maybe there would be more.

"Well, that's enough, but I'm afraid I won't be able to remember the details."

Before she could finish speaking, Qin Hao immediately picked up the pen and wrote another ancient poem without saying a word.

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."