Da Bong fights more people

But there is a paradox here, if the Floating Fragrance Oiran is a vase designed by a seller, it is impossible for her to be recognized by literati.

Compared with the hype and sales of the artists of the previous life, the oirans of this era also have similar operations, but the latter has real skills.

The reason is simple, the ancient scholars were not as easy to fool as the young people in the later generations.

Frowning, the big maid who served beside Fuxiang walked quickly in small steps, her eyes were a little anxious to search the crowd, after seeing Xu Qi'an, her expression relaxed, and she came in slow steps, Fu With a blessed body, Jiao Didi said:

"Young Master Yang, is it your poem?"

The three masters of the Xu family looked at each other, relieved.

"It's me." Xu Qi'an nodded.

The servant girl smiled and became more respectful. She lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "My wife is here to invite you."

Xu Qi'an nodded calmly, followed behind the maid, and walked towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic.

This scene also aroused the ideas of the guests who planned to stay in the "Shadow Plum Pavilion" and whispered to each other.

"Hey, why did he follow in?"

"This, this is against the rules, how do you get in with two people?"

"The maid seemed to be talking about poetry just now, and I happened to see what he wrote with that handsome little brother."

A middle-aged man dressed as a rich man walked up to Xu Xinian and Xu Pingzhi, cupped his hands and said, "You two, I don't know what Miss Fuxiang means? How did that brother come in just now? What poem did you write?"

ps: Grandpa, my face is so itchy, I need a recommendation ticket to fan it fiercely ︿(￣︶￣)︿

Chapter 54 Cutting Hu

Xu Erlang remained silent, Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man, shook his head and said, "It's just a doggerel. I heard that young master said that he was not good at calligraphy and couldn't write well, so I asked him to help me write it."

Uncle Xu is an old man, and he pretended to be a bystander, disregarding his relationship with his nephew and son.

Everyone immediately looked at Xu Nian, and Xu Erlang snorted, with a cold and indifferent attitude, he didn't bother to answer them.

His attitude made the middle-aged man who asked the question feel annoyed and embarrassed, and returned to his original position with a flick of his sleeves.

Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look, and the two left Yingmei Xiaoge one after the other.

"It's not good to stay inside, it's not good for people to see that the three of us are related." Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

"I understand." Xu Nian nodded, and shivered in the cold wind after speaking.

There is a charcoal fire in the room to keep warm, and the first time you come out, the temperature difference is so huge that you can't help but shiver.

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said: "If we were staying in Yingmei Xiaoge, those maidservants would only need one or two taels of silver.

"Now, if you can only go to other courtyards to find other women instead of maidservants, the cheapest price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for playing tea."

Having said that, Xu Pingzhi paused, seeing that his son had no habitual venomous tongue, he asked him why he knew so clearly.

Strange at the same time, I was relieved.

Uncle Xu took out an ingot of official silver from his bosom, standard silver, five taels per ingot.

"Erlang, take the silver."

The Xu family went bankrupt because of the tax and bank case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi obtained a lot of money through gray channels, but overall he was still relatively struggling.

Uncle Xu didn't think his son could still take out five taels of silver.

Xu Nian was slightly moved, and said in a low voice, "Father, what about you?"

Second Uncle Xu smiled indifferently: "Dad is not afraid of the cold and heat when he is practicing the essence. Even if he sleeps on the side of the road overnight, it will not be a problem. Your body cannot withstand the cold wind at night."

Xu Nian folded his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, endured the chilly night wind, and stared at the five taels of silver in a daze. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I do not want."

Uncle Xu insisted that his son accept it.

While tugging, there was a slap, and an ingot of official silver fell out of Xu Xinian's arms, no more, no less, exactly five taels.

The father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent.

On the other side, the servant girl pushed open the door of the master bedroom, signaling Xu Qi'an to come in, but she didn't intend to go in.

"Young Master Yang, please come in!"

The moment the shoji door was opened, a warm scent rushed over, and the floor was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen, which was nothing more than expensive and labor-intensive.

Blue lotus flowers and auspicious clouds are embroidered on the lichen.

A woman walks on it, growing lotuses every step of the way.The high officials walked on it and made great progress.

Thoughtful.

A three-fold screen imitating the famous painting "Rain Beating Plantains" separates the sleeping area from the brocade hall. A graceful young woman kneels and sits on the small couch in front of the screen. piano.

She was wearing a light gauze dress, with her fat-like jade skin looming, and she was looking at the door with a smile.

The eyes of the two met, and she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her lips.

The most is the tenderness with bowed head, the shyness like a water lotus that can't bear the cool wind Xu Qi'an's mind came up with this poem.

When serving wine orders, she is as elegant as a lady of every family, but when she is on the edge, she is charming and seductive, and she wants to talk about it.

This is a charm that only the women of Jiaofang Division can cultivate.

Xu Qi'an has two heads, one big.

"My lord?" Hua Kui said with a silly smile, "Your lord, why do you look at my family like this?"

Xu Qi'an sighed: "I heard that Miss Fuxiang is extremely talented, she is a rare beauty in the world, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. Even if Miss Fuxiang is the most beautiful woman in the world, I also believe it."

"Young Master Yang, please don't make fun of my family." Fu Xiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, with a smile on her face, obviously very happy.

In the tea room next door, Mr. Zhao drank a whole pot of tea, his bladder protested twice, and the third time, he finally couldn't help it.

Is he here for tea?

Mr. Zhao left the tea room full of complaints and walked towards the master bedroom, but was stopped by the maid at the door.

"I've been waiting in the tea room for a long time, why Miss Fuxiang still doesn't see me." Mr. Zhao asked the servant girl.

"Don't blame Mr. Zhao, the lady has already chosen someone else." The servant girl replied.