noffsinger Chapter 133 Zhao Ji
Chapter 133 Zhao Ji
"Sister, you should have a good rest. You will get used to it over time!"
Seeing Wei Jin's appearance, the woman couldn't help but feel the same way. Thinking of the past, she couldn't help herself for a moment.
"I understand, sister. I know what to do, for this family and for my unborn nephew!"
"That's good! I'll go back and see you tomorrow!"
After the woman finished speaking, she hurried away.
Wei Jin gently closed the door, picked up a pen, and wrote down all the poems and songs that Andy Lau had read, and all that she could remember, on paper.
"Sir, you know that we can never meet in this life. I will keep the poems and songs you gave me firmly in my heart!"
"Perhaps tomorrow the sun will set and the weary birds will return home!"
Wei Jin began to sing softly.
"Don't be sad, don't be heartbroken, don't be sad about losing you. Maybe it's not easy to separate, maybe it's impossible to love each other!"
Wei Jin sang it over and over again.
Wei Hui secretly stood at the door, listening to Wei Jin singing, and felt very sad.
I was thinking in my mind, can I help the lady?
Judging from the lady's expression, does she really want to meet Mr. Liu?
At this time, Liu Zhao was riding back on horseback!
Fortunately, it was summer and the days were long. When we arrived in Luojing, it was just getting dark!
"You guys go back! Ma Zhuang and I will go look for him alone!"
It was late at night and Liu Zhao didn't want to show off in public with so many people.
Moreover, they were in Luojing at the time, and Ma Zhuang could not be asked to find someone to check the household registration.
After all, in the imperial city, many senior officials knew that Ma Zhuang was their bodyguard.
If it gets out, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.
The chief officer of Sizhou is Xu Zhi, and it seems that guy doesn't give him face.
After the other guards left, Ma Zhuang said, "Your Highness, I have been serving in Luojing for three years. There really is no wealthy family with the surname Deng in this city! I was wondering if they used fake place names, so maybe they also used fake names of people!"
"You do have some truth to it! I think our aimless search is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Let's think of other ways!"
"Your Highness, that girl plays the pipa so well. I think it would be better to ask everyone if there are any girls who can play the pipa well. Maybe there is still hope!"
"That's right, but it's already night time, how can I ask?"
"Your Highness, Miss Deng's pipa playing couldn't have been self-taught. She plays so well, it's obvious she has a famous teacher!"
"Yes, that's an idea. Do you know who plays the pipa best in Luojing?"
"Your Highness, the piece Miss Deng played the other day, 'A Journey to Luojing,' was composed by this talented woman from Luojing. Although I don't know her, I've heard of her reputation and know where she lives. Perhaps I could go ask her about it!"
"Who?"
"Zhao Ji!"
"Zhao Ji? A female? Is that her name?"
"I don't know either, but everyone calls her that!"
"Okay, let's go meet her!"
Liu Zhao now will not give up even the slightest hope.
"Yes!" Ma Zhuang hesitated to speak.
"how?"
"Not everyone can enter Zhao Ji's place unless Your Highness reveals your identity!"
"Show your identity? That's inappropriate. Think of another way! Can't you use money?"
Liu Zhao immediately denied it.
As the crown prince, how could he do such a thing in such a high-profile manner?
"Your Highness, I heard that it's not possible. Zhao Ji has a very strange temper and doesn't seem to want money!"
"If you don't want money, then what do you want?"
"I haven't been there either, but I heard she writes a phrase on her doorstep every day. Anyone who wants to see her has to turn that phrase into a poem. If she likes it, she'll let you in! If not, she'll shut the door on you!"
"So troublesome!" Liu Zhao thought to himself, writing poetry is not his strong point.
Unless you happen to come across a famous quote or article that you have memorized, you can still fool around with it.
"Let's go and take a look first!"
But there is no better way at this time.
"Yes!"
Ma Zhuang pulled the horse over and asked Liu Zhao to mount, and the two of them rushed towards Zhao Ji's house in the dark.
Zhao Ji's house was not far away and they arrived there in a short while.
There are two lanterns hanging at the door.
There is a pavilion next to it, and there are lanterns hanging at the door!
Ma Zhuang tied the horse to a wooden stake on the side of the road and walked over with Liu Zhao.
There was indeed a sign hanging at the entrance of the pavilion with a piece of paper framed on it.
There was only one word on it: RAIN.
Liu Zhao was confused. What should this be written about?
I tried hard to think about the poems I had read. Which one was about rain?
After thinking for a while, I couldn't think of a poem, but I thought of Su Shi's lyrics: Ding Feng Bo. Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind.
If someone asks me to write a poem, can I just write lyrics?
Give it a try!
If you omit the two words "who is afraid", wouldn't it be a poem?
Walk into the pavilion and pick up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone next to it.
He immediately picked up the brush beside him and wrote on the white paper: Don't listen to the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, why not sing and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, and a raincoat can protect me from the wind and rain in my life.
If you really can’t remember how to write some words in traditional Chinese, just write them in simplified Chinese!
This word is indeed not pretty!
He also deliberately wrote in a sloppy manner to cover up his inability to write traditional Chinese characters.
Send it first!
The advantage of Chinese characters is that even if you write them incorrectly, you can still guess the general idea based on the context!
Ma Zhuang watched Liu Zhao think for a while and then write it down. Although the handwriting was not very good-looking, he did not dare to speak.
"Your Highness, I'll take it there!"
Ma Zhuang said softly, picked up the words written by Liu Zhao and knocked on the door.
The door slowly opened, and a maid poked her head out and asked, "Who is the master looking for?"
"Of course, I'm looking for Madam Zhao!"
Ma Zhuang said.
"It's so late, Madam doesn't see outsiders anymore!"
The maid said.
"Please tell Madam that the poem is ready, but Madam, please take a look at it!"
"Alright! Then may I ask what you want to see Madam for? If you want to learn the pipa, please come back tomorrow!"
The maid said.
"No, I heard that Madam is very talented in writing and is truly the best woman in the Great Jing Dynasty. That's why I admire her. Please teach me some poetry!"
Ma Zhuang's words were very insightful. He did not mention Liu Zhao, but explained his purpose.
Of course, it's lying.
"Haha! I've seen many people come to Madam to practice pipa, but I've never seen anyone come to Madam to practice poetry!"
"Let me go ask Madam. Since you've already written the poem, it's considered as complying with Madam's request. Please give it to me! I'll give it to Madam for her to decide!"
The girl stretched out her hand!
"Of course! This was written by my young master. Please do it for me, young lady!"
Ma Zhuang handed over the poem written by Liu Zhao.
"Okay, wait in the pavilion!"
The girl took it and closed the door.
"Your Highness writes so well!"
When Ma Zhuang came back, he couldn't help but flatter the horse!
Liu Zhao smiled. How could it be bad if it was written by Su Shi?
I’m afraid Zhao Ji won’t like it!
After a while, the girl opened the door.
"Madam, please invite your young master in!"
"Thank you!"
Liu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
Of course Ma Zhuang knew the rules and couldn't go in.
You can only wait in the pavilion.
Follow the maid forward, this yard is really big!
After walking for hundreds of meters, I saw a house at the end of the flowers, plants and trees.
"Madam, the young master is here!"
"Invite him in!"
A woman's voice said.
"Yes, ma'am!"
The maid agreed and turned to Liu Zhao and said, "Please come in, sir!"
Liu Zhao bowed and walked in.