Chapter 120: The little nun is only two or eight years old

Zhao Ji carefully held up Chen Ao’s running script and said, “Young Master Chen, I don’t know what font this is, but Wang is really unseen.”

Then, Zhao Ji couldn't help but sigh. Compared to his thin gold body, this hand-running script obviously seemed to be a higher level.

If Zhao Ji's thin gold style created a crane style in running script, then Dong Qichang's calligraphy brings together the characteristics of famous masters of all dynasties and almost no flaws are found.

While Zhao Ji was looking at running script, he was thinking on the other side that this young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he always had a great style in both treasure appraisal or running script. Could it be that he started learning running script when he was toddler and treasure appraisal?

Otherwise, how could he be so proficient?

The more I thought about it, the more strange it became, and it made people puzzled. Zhao Ji smiled bitterly in his heart, afraid that this could only be explained by a natural talent.

However, Shishi and Zhenzhen were a little confused when they saw the lyrics of "Luo Jiang Gu" written by Chen Ao. The feelings of separation from lovers expressed in the lyrics were vividly displayed on the paper, with a faint sorrow in the thousands of instructions.

According to the awesome song, Zhenzhen began to sing, and even Zhou Heng, who was sleeping soundly on the table, was awakened by this nice tune, and was filled with his ears.

Zhenzhen's voice was clear and the song was melodious and lingering. Luo Jianghen sang it in her cherry mouth, and there was a little more sorrow. Everyone was so confused that Chen Ao knuckles hit the beat. For a moment, he was also confused by the sound of the song. His thoughts couldn't help but float far away. Many scenes of being a human being in my life were vivid in my mind, and sighs were heard one after another.

After Zhenzhen finished singing the song, she was also moved by what she sang. The tunes of Yuan and Ming dynasties made a new breakthrough compared to the Song Dynasty. The most important thing was to abandon the complex rhetoric and add a bit of sorrow and sorrow. The girl was sentimental, and her pretty face suddenly showed a hint of resentment.

Looking at Chen Ao, Zhenzhen said, "The song written by Mr. Chen is so good."

Zhenzhen said this, and she couldn't help but think of the night when Chen aloud and made obscene words. She was also writing lyrics. Why do she always feel that Mr. Chen is so different from Mr. Chen now?

Zhou Heng said in a disgrace: "The meaning of the lyrics is that the husband is going to travel far away, and his wife is reluctant to leave? Alas, good songs, the most wonderful song is the sentence "Did you rest outside and have a leisurely love for flowers", haha..."

After Zhou Heng said that, his smile was ambiguous and profound!

Chen Ao was speechless. He first heard it, thinking that Zhou Heng had become more knowledgeable recently, and with him, even his connotation was sublimated. But after listening to the second half of the sentence, he was shocked, his nature was difficult to change!

Shishi smiled and said, "Young Master Zhou said this very well. You are having a leisurely love life when you are out, hehe... Wang Xianggong, what do you think?"

When Zhao Ji heard this, Shishi was still in his opinion. Isn’t Shishi just an idle flower? She is teasing herself! Isn’t this mean that he is not satisfied with the three palaces and six courtyards, but he is going to come to find her!

As the emperor, he was quite thick-skinned, and he immediately looked at his eyes and nose. He looked like an old monk sat down, without any desires and no desires, and said, "Yes, yes, Miss Shishi is right."

Zhenzhen bit her lip, remained silent for a moment, and said, "If Mr. Chen is willing, I will give this poem to Zhenzhen."

Chen Ao had no reason to refuse, and said, "This is what I want to give to Zhenzhen. If Zhenzhen wants it, it will be willing to do it if it is ten or eight poems."

Zhenzhen was happy and quickly took the word away. Shishi said angrily: "Young Master Chen is too partial. I gave it to Zhenzhen. What should I do?"

Chen Ao said, "Okay, I will write a song for you too." After thinking about it, he sang in his voice: "The little nun is only 28 years old and is young. Her hair is cut by her master. Every day, she burns incense and changes water in the Buddhist temple, and sees a few children playing under the mountain gate. He looks at us, and we look at him. He and I share with him, and we have a lot of concern for him.

How can an enemy achieve marriage? He died in front of the Hall of Hell. He pounded the mill, sawed it, and grinded it, and put it in a pan to fry it. Oh, he! Then he saw that the living person suffered, and how could he ever see the dead ghost wearing shackles? Oh, he, he was burning his eyebrows and looking at the moment."

Chen Ao sings very innocently, and sings loudly from an artistic perspective!

Just this song, Zhao Ji and Zhen Zhen laughed. Zhou Heng clapped his hands and said, "This song is great, great. Cousin, if you sing like this, I can't help but want to go to the White House for leisure."

The White-Clothing Pavilion is the nunnery outside Kaifeng City. When Zhou Heng called out, Chen Ao also became excited and whispered: "Go together, go together!" Zhao Ji smiled so much that he couldn't even hold on to the fan bone in his hand. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, "I'll go with you too, haha."

Zhenzhen and Shishiju both said angrily: "You dare!"

He laughed and scolded for a while, and watched Shishi dance again. Shishi had a very good figure. His frown and smiled, and his beautiful buttocks twisted, almost making everyone look weak. Chen Ao secretly called sin, sin, and he used his hands to block his eyes with his hands. He was too simple. Not to mention watching such a beautiful and unparalleled dance, he felt guilty even if he thought about it. However, the wonderful dance posture finally passed through his fingers and came into Chen Ao's eyes.

By midnight, Zhenzhen and Shishijia were tired and wanted to say goodbye. Zhao Ji was not satisfied, but he knew their hard work, so he called a carriage to take them back. Two beautiful women were missing to relieve their feelings, and three big men sat down with big eyes.

Chen Ao thought to himself that this Wang Xianggong was extraordinary. If you could ask someone from the Emperor's First Prince's Mansion to send Zhenzhen. Shishi would have a very good relationship with the Emperor's First Prince. Thinking of the unsolved problem in his heart, he asked with shamelessness: "Wanggong, are you very familiar with His Highness the Emperor's First Prince?"

Zhao Ji was slightly stunned and asked, "What are you going to teach me about Mr. Chen?"

Chen Ao said, "I don't know where this eldest son has gone, why hasn't appeared yet. If you run into him, you must remember to know him, that... this... treasure appraisal club reward, don't forget."

Zhao Ji hurriedly said, "This matter is easy to talk about. I will encounter him in two days. I will remind you that Mr. Chen has worked so hard to appraise treasures, so how can he not be rewarded? I think your highness forgot."

"That's good, that's good." Chen Ao was in a good mood and said, "It's too boring to sit here. Let's go to Suiyashan Room for tea. Haha, I'll treat you today."

He finally became generous for a while, and his face suddenly became sacred. He patted Zhao Ji on the shoulder and said, "I'll pay for whatever you want to eat and drink, please don't be polite."

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "This is what Mr. Chen said. I simply stopped sleeping tonight and went to Suiya Mountain Room with Mr. Shen to sit and wait for dawn."

The three of them walked out of the wing room and left the residence of the eldest son. They saw several guards looking at Zhao Ji straight at him, and then they were stunned and followed him. Zhao Ji looked back with a huge face: "Go back and tell the eldest son, and just say I'm leaving. You don't have to send him off, you will do your own job."

The guards all looked very embarrassed, but Chen Ao had already taken Zhao Ji's shoulder, and laughed in the sparse moonlight, "What do you mean by them? Let's go."

"Yes, let's go!" Zhao Ji smiled and agreed.

Zhou Heng said with some regret: "It's a pity that the White-Yi Pavilion is too far away from here, otherwise we...hehe..."

Chen Aohu taught him a lesson with a face: "Cousin, your thoughts are so dirty. Did the little nun provoke you? Are you just so eager to cheat on their innocence?"

Zhao Ji also said: "Yes, yes, I want to cheat, and I also want to cheat the nuns of Jinhui Temple!"

Chen Ao couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that Wang Xianggong has a lot of experience. Could it be that the nuns in Jinhui Temple are better than those in the White-Yellow Pavilion?"

Zhao Ji said seriously: "Young Master Chen, don't talk nonsense. I am a wife, how could I have such an idea!"

Wang Xianggong’s archway is so big and shameless, but Chen Ao likes it. Chen Ao smiled and said, “Don’t worry about this for now, let’s have tea.”

Just in the streets and alleys covered by dark night, the three of them walked leisurely.

Every night, the imperial guards would have a curfew, but Chen Ao was not afraid of him, so he could only take Zhou Heng to mortgage the imperial guards, and tomorrow he would notify his uncle to protect the people.

When I arrived at Suiya Mountain Room, the door was closed. Chen Ao went to pat the door. There was a door inside rubbing his eyes sleepily, opening a gap to the door, and cursing, "Which bird is here to drink tea in the middle of the night, go quickly, go quickly."

When he saw clearly, it was Chen Ao, he was slightly stunned and changed his face: "So... it turned out to be Mr. Chen, hurry up, please, I'll go to inform the boss."

The door held the lamp, and the hall suddenly lit up. Chen Ao stopped the door and said, "Don't call San'er. I'll talk to him again tomorrow and let him sleep."

Menzihe nodded: "Yes, yes, actually, the boss has worked very hard, especially these days, hey..." Hey..." He pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Chen Ao asked: "Is there something happened?"

The men wanted to speak but stopped. Chen Ao repeatedly urged him. The men said alike: "The original owner told us not to disclose this matter to Mr. Shen, but... but... Mr. Chen, don't tell the men that I said it." He paused and continued: "That's right. A few days ago, a wine shop was opened on the street of our Sui Ya Mountain House. It was nothing to open a wine shop, but our Sui Ya Mountain House was where talented men drink tea. The wine shop was close to our mountain house, and most of the guests passing by were rough people, making noises, and drinking crazy, from early morning to night. In this way, many talented men were unwilling to come to us for tea."

"The boss was anxious and wanted to negotiate with the owner of the wine shop. Unexpectedly, the boss was actually a thug in the city and gathered many companions. In the past few years, he bullied his neighbors and made some money. Now he had the idea of ​​doing business, so he opened the wine shop and summoned a lot of thugs to drink. After hearing what our boss said, the boss of the wine shop naturally refused, saying that he was opening the door to do business, and each family took care of his family. The whereabouts of the business in Suiyashanfang had gone, and had nothing to do with them. The boss wanted to continue to argue with him, but he knew that he..."

The door pursed his lips and said nothing. When the scholar met the soldier, Wu Saner was beaten.

Chen Ao was furious and said with a dark face: "Why didn't you say such a big thing earlier? It's so outrageous. How dare you hit someone in broad daylight? OK, that's great. Go and call Wu Saner."
Chapter completed!