Da Bong fights more people

More than just knowing him, he is my little brother Xu Qi'an suppressing the overwhelming shame and embarrassment, calmly smiled and said: "We have met a few times, brother Xu still remembers Yang, we met in Changle County."

He deliberately reported his surname to remind Xu New Year to use a pseudonym.

This is the most basic anti-reconnaissance awareness.

Xu Xinian lacked such awareness, but he was smart, and immediately got what his cousin meant, and clasped his fists at everyone: "My servant is Xu Ping'an, a student from Changle County."

After finishing speaking, he sat down under the instruction of the servant girl.

Are you mixing up my name and my second uncle's name? Xu Qi'an used drinking to cover up his flaws.

The drinking order continued, and after a while, the servant girl led the two people in again. The one on the left was handsome, wearing a thick sky blue robe, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a dark green jade hairpin. He was a handsome young man.

The person on the right is tall and burly, with a Chinese character face, good-looking features, dressed as a rich man, and exuding a sturdy aura that is very different from merchants and students.

This tall middle-aged man stepped into the tea room, glanced at it casually, was suddenly stunned, and then his whole body was petrified.

Xu Qi'an: ""

Xu New Year: ""

The maid found that the guest did not keep up, turned her head, and said softly: "Master, this way please."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Xu Pingzhi went into the bar.

Xu New Year and Xu Qi'an straightened their backs silently.

After Uncle Xu took his seat, the three of them tacitly stopped looking at each other, and kept a serious sitting posture, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts.

Didn't the two bastards say that they don't have time? It's fine to say goodbye, after all, I know a thing or two about his true inner thoughts, but Ning Yan never goes to Goulan

Didn't the second uncle say that he was on duty tonight? Every time I had conflicts with my aunt, he would say that it was a blessing in eight lifetimes to marry such a beautiful wife, and he didn't want to scold my aunt for whoring.

Didn’t the eldest brother never go to the Goulan? I said why my robe was missing, bah, shameless.Didn't father say that he loves mother deeply and never enters the land of fireworks?

The inner drama of the three is far more colorful than the stiff expressions.

Xu Qi'an felt that the most embarrassing thing in life had been added.That was when I went out to whore, I met my second uncle and younger brother.

Damn, I'm socially dead too

After thinking about it, anyway, I am not the only one who died, so I feel much better.

The drinking order continued, Xu New Year's response was quite satisfactory, after all, he was a scholar, while Xu Qi'an depended on his status, sometimes he couldn't match up, so he could only be punished for drinking.But Xu Pingzhi was not drinking from the beginning to the end, and was disgusted by everyone.

Second Uncle really has no idea, you haven't read a book, why are you here to join in the fun, the oiran is you want to sleep, you can sleep if you want to sleep?Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

Dad was really wasting money, Xu Nian also complained in his heart.

Both of them were a little anxious, because their mediocre performance did not win the favor of the oiran.Xu Xinnian, who has a good appearance, is gradually not noticed by the oiran because he is too well-behaved.

The most terrible thing is that there is a strong competitor on the field - that handsome young man in azure thick robe.

He was born in the Imperial College, quite talented, although he entered the table a bit late, but he dominated the limelight with his outstanding talent, making the lady of Huakui cover her mouth and chuckle from time to time.

The young man in the sky blue robe picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said loudly: "This time, I might as well get the head start."

Everyone had no objections, Fuxiang Huakui smiled and said: "Please, Mr. Zhao."

Mr. Zhao looked around the crowd and said, "Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, and leaves."

"It turned out to be a double word couplet." Someone at the table was surprised.

"Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, and leaves are emerald, wonderful, I am ashamed of myself."

"Brother Zhao is a great talent, worthy of being a scholar of the Imperial College."

After a round of fighting, everyone can match up.

Mr. Zhao smiled faintly, with a haughty look on his face.

Girl Fuxiang's eyes were shining, she stared at Mr. Zhao gracefully.

Judging from her expression and subtle movements, the oiran has a good impression of this surnamed Zhao, and admires his talent. Xu Qi'an frowned, and turned to look at Xu New Year.

The latter just looked at it, and the two brothers had a sad look on their brows.

Originally, according to Xu Xinian's intention, the eldest brother who is good at poetry should be like a fish in water in Jiaofang Division.

Unexpectedly, in the past half a day, there were wine punches and pairings in turn, but there were no poems.

In fact, there are tea circles in Jiaofangsi, and poetry has always been lukewarm. In the past 200 years, there have been very few excellent poems, and scholars are not good at composing poems and lyrics.

When playing tea circles, you will naturally avoid things you are not good at.

The quality of the guests here tonight is uneven, and it is a little difficult to just match the pair. The fragrant oiran Lan Xinhui deliberately did not mention poetry, so as not to embarrass the guests and lose face.

At this time, Floating Fragrance Flower Kui stood up gracefully, blessed her body, and said softly: "Little girl is a little tired, please leave first, let's drink slowly."

This tea fight is over.

Next, if the oiran lady takes a fancy to someone, she will ask her maid to keep him and bring him into the house.

If you don't like it, the maid will see off the guests, and then start the next round of playing tea.

Everyone waited expectantly and anxiously, time passed little by little, after half a stick of incense, a servant girl came and said softly:

"My wife invited Mr. Zhao into the house for tea."

The guests shook their heads regretfully and sighed, while some smiled and congratulated Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao was smiling, with the attitude of a winner.

Now, the three men of the Xu family couldn't sit still.

Chapter 53 I copied poems for the sake of trading, not vulgar pretense

"What should we do? The 30 taels of silver for the three of us to play tea is gone. Even if we find the maid in this yard to sleep with, the three of us will have to spend a few taels." Uncle Xu was anxious. To my son:

"Farewell, think of a way."

Is this a question of money? This is a question that has not been covered by any news. The two brothers complained wildly in their hearts.

Xu Nian looked at his father: "What can I do? It's just a matter of luck. My eldest brother and I came as soon as we came. Doesn't father know himself well?"

His tone was a little heavy, indicating that he was also anxious.

This wave is really a blood loss, but the second is that the key is that the news has not been found out. Looking at Mr. Zhao who was taken away by the maidservant, Xu Qi'an suddenly remembered the title of Fuxiang Huakui: Shuangjue of Qin and Shi.