Chapter 75 Unforgettable Hmm~ [Please subscribe, please vote]

After everyone handed in their poems, they waited with great anticipation.

The wait was not long, but after a moment, the maid next to Sai Jinhua came out with a piece of rice paper.

She came to the stage under the expectant eyes of everyone, and first read to the rice paper:

“Spring and Autumn reincarnate several times, and the world has countless vicissitudes;

Looking back, the lights dimmed, and I was still a stranger to the end of the world;"

There is nothing more to say, and no need to say more. Everyone already understands the meaning. This poem is the leader tonight.

There were quite a few Confucian practitioners present, and although they may not necessarily have much ability in composing lyrics, they still have good taste.

"Tsk tsk, there's something there!"

"Whose poem is this?"

"I don't know. Although I borrowed two old words, I did write a new flavor. It's really good."

"Master Kang's?"

"Unlike, sad but not sad, Master Kang is not like that."

"So Master Kang was suppressed?"

"There's a good show to watch!"

"Master Kang is not here, is he?"

"Yes, I really didn't see Mr. Kang!"

"······"

While everyone was discussing, Zhang Buyi was stunned. This was the Internet poem he had recited before, and it was true, but... he didn't hand in the paper.

He looked at the delicate words on the rice paper and thought in a panic: "It couldn't have been written by Sai Jinhua herself, right?"

Is he so charming?

It was just a one-time relationship, so you rushed to get married?

So this sentimental trait really has such a terrifying effect on such a promiscuous woman, that just a little bit of her temperament can make the first-time husbands rush to find him?

While Zhang Buyi was thinking wildly, the maid had already come to Zhang Buyi with rice paper, bowed to Zhang Buyi and said: "Young Master, my girl has invited you!"

"What, why is it him?"

"Um, who is this person?"

"I don't have any impression. By the way, it seems to be the Confucian monk who used Taoism to cross the lake just now. Wait, how did he become a Taoist with this aura?"

"······"

【Fate +1!】

When everyone's thoughts were flashing, Zhang Buyi came out of his daze and looked at the maid in front of him speechlessly. He didn't even dare to provoke Zhu Qing'er, let alone Sai Jinhua!

At this moment, the entire flower boat was very quiet, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at Zhang Buyi. Zhang Buyi's thoughts flashed quickly, and he had an idea in an instant. He stood up with a smile, saluted the maid, and said:

"Thank you very much for your kindness, girl, but... I am poor, so how can I dare to enter the prosperous world? I have the breeze on my sleeves, so I dare not let down a beautiful lady!"

When the maid heard the words, she was stunned for a moment. As Sai Jinhua's personal maid, it was impossible for her not to have some literary literacy. She understood such straightforward words as soon as she thought about it.

But after understanding it, she was completely stunned.

She didn't expect to be rejected, let alone such a rejection.

There was a moment of silence in the entire building.

"Pfft... I've gained a lot of experience. I can say the word "poor" in such a clear and elegant way, and it's natural, and I can say it openly. It's really..."

"What a wonderful man!"

"I'm going. If I were to sell things, I'd still go."

"How poor do you have to be to refuse everyone's invitation to join the show!"

"My dear, today is really an eye-opener!"

"Oh, let me go, what an interesting young man!"

"······"

The building, which had been silent for a moment, exploded in an instant, and countless people began to whisper to each other. Some laughed at him, some thought he wasted a great opportunity, and some even felt sad about it.

Zhang Buyi, however, had an indifferent smile, as if he was not the one who said he was poor, and he was still so magnanimous.

【Fate +1!】

'Hey, I didn't expect such an unexpected harvest.'

When Zhang Buyi was feeling happy looking at the fate, the maid had already recovered from her sluggish state. She had never encountered such a situation before and had no idea what to do. She gave Zhang Buyi a hasty salute and quickly went to bed.

Upstairs.

After everyone watched her leave, many eyes no longer focused on Zhang Buyi, but looked at the third floor, hoping that luck would fall on them.

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In the corner of the hall, there was a man dressed as a middle-aged man. It was Kang Youwei who was hiding. Like Zhang Buyi, he also chose to huddle in a corner and watch silently.

When the maid read Zhang Buyi's poems, he was obviously stunned for a moment. He was not only surprised but also surprised that someone could write such poems within a stick of incense.

The moment he saw Zhang Buyi, he was stunned again.

"This is..." When he looked at Zhang Buyi, he was stunned. His eyes first flashed with confusion for a moment, and then a scene deeply imprinted in his mind emerged uncontrollably.

That was when he was very young, about three years old, when he first started to remember.

One evening, the sun set in the west, and the whole sky turned red. A man in golden glow stood on the city wall, looking at the people of Massachusetts. It was clear that his life had come to an end, but he was smiling.

When the governor of Massachusetts asked him if he regretted it, he gave the gentlest smile with a pale face and said the first sentence of Han Fu he had heard in his life:

"When I first entered the world of mortals, I didn't know the sufferings of the world. Looking back indifferently, I am already a person who has suffered. Regret? I just regret that I am not good enough and can't clean up this bright world!"

Later, when he became wise, he realized that this was originally a love poem, but in his memory, it was more tragic, more profound, and unforgettable than any hatred between country and family.

It was this scene that determined his path for so many years. After twenty years of ups and downs in officialdom, he never wavered in his original intention, because he knew that since there could be immortals in Massachusetts, they could sacrifice themselves to save the common people.

Why can't he, a Confucian scholar and the father-in-law of the common people, protect the common people with his body broken to pieces? Why can't he burn everything down and reignite the Great Xia?!

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It wasn't until the maid returned to the third floor that the disguised Kang Youwei came out of his daze. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Zhang Buyi in the distance, he hesitated and stretched out his hand.

A boy was caught in front of him inexplicably. Instead of panicking, the boy was extremely familiar and said in surprise: "Master, I have found you, little..."

Kang Youwei stretched out his hand to stop the other party from continuing, pointed at Zhang Buyi, and said: "Go and call that person, I want to have a chat with him."

The boy immediately paused and looked in the direction of Kang Youwei's finger. He was the strange leader of tonight's poetry meeting.

"The master also thinks he is interesting? This guy is so unique. This is really the first time I have seen him. The adults above all thought..."

"Forget about mother-in-law and mother-in-law, go quickly." Kang Youwei interrupted the boy's words and said.

"Uh, okay, I'll go and invite you now!" As the boy spoke, he hurried around the stage and came to Zhang Buyi. He saluted Zhang Buyi and said, "I've seen this young master before!"

"Is something wrong?" Zhang Buyi nodded and replied calmly.

The boy first pointed to a table in the opposite corner and said, "My master would like to invite you to come over and sit down!"

Hearing this, Zhang Buyi looked in the direction the other person was pointing and found that he was an ordinary middle-aged man. When Zhang Buyi looked over, the other person smiled slightly.

Zhang Buyi's eyes flashed slightly. Although he didn't know Kang Youwei, in his mind, the scene of the boy looking for someone flashed through his mind, and he already had a guess. He smiled and said: "It just so happens that I am bored sitting alone.

Let’s go!”

Seeing Zhang Buyi's straightforwardness, the boy who wanted to point out Kang Youwei's identity in a subtle way stopped doing so.

"Master, please!"

The waiter led Zhang Buyi through the edge of the stage and to the other corner. Many people saw this process and didn't care. More people were concerned about who Sai Jinhua would invite next.

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Zhang Buyi came to the seat. As he approached, Zhang Buyi felt a faint desire in his heart.

This feeling is... a destiny desire?

In the editing world, there is only one thing that may have this desire, and that is the breath of escape?

Now he has completed the compilation of three eras. The chronological order is as follows:

In the third life, in 1856, Taoist priest Zhuang Zhengsong spent more than half a year completing his return.

In the first life, in 1877, the warrior Du Jiazhen, because of his inexperience, only lasted for one day and was forced to return.

In the second life, in 1895, the doctor Chen Lianfang took less than half a year to complete his return.

The fourth edition, 1898, is currently being compiled.

Among the three lives, only the escape aura in the first life was in Du Xinwu, and it was already captured in the second life.
To be continued...