Da Bong fights more people

Aya was very satisfied with the attitude of the girls, and said with a smile: "This poem was also born during the drinking order, and the guests participating in the banquet at that time were all princesses."

"Is it the eldest princess?" the oirans guessed.

If anyone among the princes and princesses can write these superb seven words, it must be the talented eldest princess Huai Qing.

"I don't know about that." Aya shook her head, glanced at Xu Qi'an in a bitch, and said with a smile:

"Although there are only half of the poems, they are not inferior to Mr. Xu's Yongmei. However, I feel that Mr. Xu's poems are unique. Those half poems seem to be a flash of inspiration, and they are not as talented as Mr. Xu."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Xu has a good work recently? My family has admired you for a long time." Another flirtatious and affectionate oiran winked.

The other oirans did not speak, but smiled and looked at him affectionately.

They are not only competitors, but also collaborators, trying to jointly extract some valuable things from Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an sipped his wine and laughed lightly: "Recently, I have run out of ideas, and there are no new works. After all, I can't write a poem every three or four days."

Hearing what he said, the girls were disappointed at first, showing dejection, and then realized that there was something wrong with what he said.

After three or four days?Isn't Xu Gongzi's latest work the song "Yong Mei" presented as a gift of floating incense, and before that is "No one in the world knows the king" presented to Lay Ziyang.

They don't know about persuasive poetry.

Both poems have been around for some time and have been widely sung, but the popularity has gradually dropped.What is the reason for the lapse of three or four days? This means that he had a new work three or four days ago.

Aya remembered half of the seven-word poem that came out from the palace. It was the poems in the palace the day before yesterday. Naturally, it took time to pass them to the Jiaofang Secretary. In this way, the time is almost moderate.

She opened her beautiful eyes wide, and tightened the brocade handkerchief with her slender fingers. At this moment, her delicate body trembled slightly with excitement, and she stared straight at Xu Qi'an, her voice trembling:

"Xu Gongzi's new work is"

Fu Xiang reacted the fastest, and suddenly turned her head, her watery eyes reflected Xu Qi'an's appearance.

It was a kind of excitement and nervousness that was on the verge of talking, just like the joy and anticipation of suddenly discovering that something you love and love is by your side.

The chatter and laughter stopped abruptly, and the hall fell silent. The bright oirans realized something, and turned their heads one after another, casting complicated and inexplicable gazes.

Or look forward to, or surprised, or at a loss.

Chapter 143 The Banshee

Xu Qi'an took a sip of wine, put down his glass, looked around at the beauties, and said in a free and easy tone: "The other day I accompanied Princess Huaiqing to a banquet, and I wrote this half-seven-character poem because of my feelings."

His tone was relaxed and frank, as if it was just a trivial matter, but the hearts of the oirans were moved when they heard it.

It was Aya whose guess was confirmed. At this moment, she felt that it was a matter of course, as it should be.

Da Feng Wu Poetry is still the same, Princess Huaiqing had no good works circulated before, and suddenly there is one more good work, which is abnormal in the first place.

It's just that when I heard the news, I really couldn't connect with Xu Qi'an.After hearing what he said just now, thinking of his identity as a warden and his extraordinary poetic talent, I boldly tried it out, but I didn't expect that I really guessed it right.

Now who this poem came from, the Secretary of Jiaofang still doesn't know, and there are countless curious people outside.This news alone is a talking point full of gimmicks.

"Xu Lang"'s fragrant and affectionate gaze and charming eyes are more attractive to her who loves poetry than any sweet words.

The other oirans, apart from being amazed and amazed at Xu Qi'an's poetic talent, had another thing that moved their hearts, faintly surpassing the poetry itself.

He was able to enter the imperial city and attend the banquet of the princes and princesses.

This means that Xu Qi'an is the confidant of a certain prince and princess, otherwise he would not be taken to the banquet.In this way, his value is not just poetry.

The appearance is still handsome, and he is a watchman, and he holds power. Of course, the oirans are used to seeing high-ranking officials and dignitaries.The power of a beater is nothing, but what if this beater has the talent to overwhelm Shilin, and if this beater is valued by a prince or daughter.

The sum of these auras is much more attractive than being a concubine for those old men.

"I can't take Fu Xiang cheaply, I have to snatch him here. Now Fu Xiang is already the number one oiran of the Jiaofang Division. If she gets another poem, the sisters will never have a bright future."

Thinking of this, the smiles of the oirans became more and more sincere, each of them wanted to say something, and seduced Xu Qi'an with their affectionate eyes.

The atmosphere in the reception hall instantly became hot.

After the drinking order was over, under the influence of the alcohol, the oirans punched boldly, each with their sleeves rolled up, revealing their white and slender forearms and delicate fists.

The main reason is that Xu Qi'an didn't mind and gave them courage.

As it was getting dark, Jiaofang Division had more guests, and then noticed a very strange thing.

Today, many oirans thank guests behind closed doors, instead of drinking tea.

Someone went to the old bustard angrily, and the old bust asked if these aunts and grandmothers were going to rebel, and how to make money if they didn't open their businesses.

So I called someone to inquire, and after asking, I found out that all the oirans who thanked the guests had gone to the Qingchiyuan. There were eight people in total, that is to say, there were nine oirans in the Qingchiyuan.

"How is this going?"

"Hearing the voice, they seem to be very happy. Who is this important person entertaining?"

"How is it possible? During the Jingcha period, who would dare to play like this? Who would be so stupid as to give the handle to the enemy himself."

"Maybe they're just playing around together."

"Guess what, just go and ask."

A guest knocked on the gate of the Green Pond Courtyard, and Xiao Qingyi, who was guarding the gate, opened the gate and was startled by the sight in front of him.

At the entrance of the Green Pond, there are more than a dozen guests around.

"What are the ladies doing inside?" A luxuriously dressed young man looked into the courtyard and asked in a deep voice.

"I am entertaining guests." Xiao Tsing Yi said.

There was a sudden silence at the gate of the courtyard, and after a few seconds, someone said with a strange expression: "Well, if it's inconvenient to disclose which adult is inside, then forget it."

Xiao Qingyi thought for a while, the guest in the courtyard was Mr. Xu, not the big man that the guests thought, he didn't think there was anything to hide, so he said calmly:

"It's not what the men think, Mr. Xu is the guest inside."

Mr. Xu?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and searched their minds for a while, but they couldn't find anyone who could fit in.

Is there a noble or high-ranking official named Xu in this dynasty?

The young man who knocked on the door frowned and said, "That Mr. Xu?"

"Xu Qi'an, the one who wrote the gift of floating incense, Mr. Xu Qi'an." The young man in green said, he was rewarded with three qian, and he was in a good mood.

It's him?