The spring breeze is gentle, the willows are soft, and the broad Xuanwu Lake is like a huge and smooth mirror, shining with golden brilliance under the afterglow of the setting sun.
The surface of the spacious lake is rippling, and the cruise ships are flying like shuttles. There are constant laughter and laughter on the boat. I don’t know whose family the ladies are going out on a trip. The scene is very lively.
Countless students and officials stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the flower boats on which the daughters of gold were riding, showing wolf-like longing expressions. When they approached the flower boat, they suddenly changed their faces, pretending to be upright and noble, keeping their eyes straight, shaking their folding fans, reciting poems and odes, showing their coquettishness.
Several official boats covered the curtains and went boating on the lake. The rich ladies hiding behind the curtains secretly watched the romantic talents coming and going, and picked out the ones they liked.
Standing by the Xuanwu Lake, if I had to find one word to describe Lin Wanrong's mood at this time, it would be—unlucky, really fucking unlucky.
It has been a month since he arrived here, and bad luck has never left him. Maybe, from the moment he decided to join the company's tour group to travel to Mount Tai, bad luck has been with him. Especially when he saw that chick's name in the travel list, he felt uneasy.
And the facts also proved his guess.
Facing the lake water, Lin Wanrong spat fiercely, and then he felt a little better, and a feeling of carefreeness emerged spontaneously. This spit is so refreshing, it’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good time. Damn, there shouldn’t be an old lady with a red armband in this era who would fine me fifty yuan.
Lin Wanrong looked at his own reflection in the clear water, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like a gall, and an amiable smile. If he put on an official uniform, he might be better than those stupid wits who like to chant a few broken poems in the lake. How coquettish.
It's a pity that he was wearing a blue cloth gown and a pair of rag shoes with leaking tops on his feet. Compared with the outfits of those flamboyant talents, they were really shabby. In addition, the short forehead-length hair is completely different from that of the pedestrians on the road, and even a scarf can't be pulled up on the head, which makes it even more out of place in this environment.
The chicks passing by the side of the road only need to take a look at Lin Wanrong's outfit, without even looking at his face, they pass him directly, and their eyes are directly cast on those so-called talented people who are shivering in the cold wind. .
Suddenly, the beauties on the side of the road crowded towards the lake like crazy, and they kept looking at the lake, and Yingying Yanyan's exclamation was very sweet.
"Wow, look quickly, look quickly, it's the most talented man in Jinling, Mr. Hou Yuebai Hou—"
"Wow, so handsome—"
"Wow, so infatuated—"
"Oh, which family's lady is so blessed—"
Lin Wanrong followed the eyes of the chicks and looked forward.
I saw three painted boats floating along the lake, each with two floors, about six or seven meters high. The lanterns are hung high, and the eaves and pavilions are magnificent.
Flags fluttered on the three painted boats, and the left one and the right one each had a pair of huge banners falling straight down from the top of the boat.
On the right is "spring breeze caresses my mind", and on the left is "only for the king".
On the boat in the middle, a young man stood at the bow of the boat, his face was like a crown of jade, he was holding a fan and standing lightly, with a smile on his face, his long gown fluttering, and he had an indescribably romantic and unrestrained taste.
Opposite the three painting boats is a larger and exquisite painting boat, bigger than Hou Gongzi's three painting boats, with flying eaves and pavilions, and an indescribable style. It's a pity that the curtains are so deep that it's hard to see the appearance of the people inside. On a huge lantern fluttering in the wind at the bow of the boat, there is a large gold-plated character - "Luo".
"It's Miss Luo, Jinling's most beautiful and talented Miss Luo—" a woman standing next to Lin Wanrong shouted loudly, her face was full of excitement, she was obviously a fan of this Miss Luo.
Lin Wanrong didn't care what the number one talented scholar in Jinling was. And this Jinling's number one beauty and Jinling's number one talented woman made him even more disdainful. These days, women who can play with a few words all say that they are beautiful. In his time, it has long been no surprise that there are more beautiful writers who rely on their bodies to write than there are lice on the bull's head.
"I heard that Mr. Hou has been pursuing Miss Luo for two years. As the son of the governor of Jinling, he is also a well-known talent in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. With his family background and his literary talent, alas, if I were Miss Luo, I would have died of happiness a long time ago." It's gone." said a nympho girl.
"Tch, Miss Luo is known as the most talented woman and the most beautiful woman in Jinling. She is as talented in her essays as Mr. Hou, and she is the daughter of the governor of Jiangsu. In terms of family background, she is even better than Mr. Hou. So, Miss Luo may not be able to read it. My Lord Shanghou." Another woman who was obviously a die-hard fan of Ms. Luo analyzed.
"In my opinion, Jinling's number one talented man and Jinling's number one talented woman, they are both a man and a woman, they are a natural pair, let alone the city of Jinling, let alone the provinces of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, it is very difficult to find a pair that is as good as they are. Oh." The nympho girl answered.
Lin Wanrong shook her head helplessly, women are naturally good at gossip, no matter what era they are in.
Mr. Merry Hou in the lake had already parked his boat beside Miss Luo's boat, and was bowing with fists folded, obviously talking to Miss Luo in the boat.
After a long time, a pretty maid came out of Miss Na Luo's boat, stood on the bow and said something to Mr. Waiting. At that time, Mr. Waiting's face was disappointed for a while, and then joyful.
Lin Wanrong was too far away from them, and couldn't hear what they said at all, but it was very strange to see the expression on the young master Hou's face. Did this little girl surnamed Luo accept or reject him? How can this monkey boy be disappointed and happy for a while.
The nympho and the fans next to him were obviously equally puzzled. Seeing Miss Luo's painting boat slowly swimming towards the center of the lake, Miss Luo's fans said happily: "Well, I'm not wrong, Mr. Hou may not be able to impress Luo. Lady's heart."
The nymphomaniac cut a cut and said: "I don't think so, I am very happy to see Mr. Hou's appearance at this time, maybe it is the willow tip on the moon, maybe the beauty has an appointment."
This is true, judging from the customs of this world, men and women are different after all, so it is natural to find a place where no one is around when it is dark and the wind is high.
Mr. Hou saw that Miss Luo's boat had gradually moved away, but he was still shaking his feather fan, smiling, and staring intently. The so-called romantic and affectionate appearance made Lin Wanrong feel uncomfortable for a while.
Boy, what are you proud of? When it comes to picking up girls, your grandpa and I are thousands of times better than you. Look at your nympho. Lin Wanrong thought angrily.
It was late autumn, winter was about to begin, and the wind was blowing on the lake, Mr. Hou seemed to be unable to bear the cold, and his shoulders trembled.
Lin Wanrong's eyes were sharp, she could see the movement clearly, and couldn't help but sneer, "Hey, those guys who only want grace but not temperature, you are frozen to death, I also wondered why spring came so early, it turned out to be you and the chicks We fucked together.
Lin Wanrong's sneer caught the attention of several women next to him. Their eyes fell on Lin Wanrong's body. Seeing his shabby outfit and short hair, they all covered their mouths and laughed lightly. Once popular, I dare not look at him anymore.
Lin Wanrong is 1.77 meters tall. Due to years of unremitting physical exercise, his figure is straight and full of strength, and his appearance is also very good. His skin is a healthy wheat color, compared with the white-faced talents of this era. , has a soul-stirring charm.
It's no wonder that those women didn't dare to look at him after one glance. This man had a great impact on their hearts.
When he was studying at Peking University, Lin Wanrong was also a well-known dark horse prince, and there were not a few girls who had a crush on him.
"Where did the country bumpkin come from..."
"Look how shabby he looks..."
"Brother Huang, standing with this guy is humiliating your identity, let's stay away from him..."
After watching Mr. Hou's good show, the few talented guys next to him had already suffered a blow to their self-confidence, but the beauties next to them completely ignored them and focused their attention on Lin Wanrong instead. Why don't the talented scholars angry