Da Bong fights more people

"!!!" Mr. Zhao felt several thunderbolts being blasted on his forehead one after another, and then he burst into anger, and said loudly:

"Miss Fuxiang obviously chose me, why did she suddenly change her mind, is it just for fun? If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being rude."

His fierce tone and ferocious words made the servant girl a little scared, and she subconsciously wanted to call out to the servants in the yard.

"Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is not convinced, you can take the poem out for him to read."

The charming voice of the oiran lady came from the room.

The servant girl glanced cautiously at Mr. Zhao, opened the barrier door to a gap that only one person could pass through, and slipped in.

A few seconds later, she flashed out again, and handed the rice paper to Mr. Zhao.

The latter took it, glanced at it, and the angry expression immediately froze on his face, and then slowly melted away, replaced by shock, shock, and disbelief.

He stayed in place for a long time, and when he loosened his fingers, the rice paper slowly fell down.

The guests outside were shocked to find that Mr. Zhao had come out.

Finished? !

Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize that something was wrong, he was kicked out.

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, stepped forward immediately, seemingly concerned, but actually gossiping.

Earlier, the servant girl called out the man surnamed Yang, and not long after, Mr. Zhao came out in a daze.

Obviously, it was cut off halfway and the plump peony flowers were taken away.

Mr. Zhao, who was wearing a green robe, glanced at everyone slowly, and murmured: "I lost, and I am convinced that I lost."

"What's going on, lose? Where do you start?"

"Brother Zhao, that person wrote a poem, right? What kind of poem can make Miss Fuxiang break the rules?"

"You should say it quickly, you are so anxious."

The guests all came together.

Mr. Zhao turned a deaf ear to it, and walked out, murmuring: "All the fragrances shake off Duxuanyan!"

Everyone was shocked and knew that what he was reading was the poem just now.

"Taking all the amorous feelings towards Xiaoyuan."

At this time, Mr. Zhao had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests could not help following behind, listening.

"Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating moon dusk"

The guests did not keep up and stayed where they were, and the air fell into silence for a short time.

For a long time no one spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, a student had tears in his eyes, and his lips trembled: "When this poem comes out, I am ashamed of all the plum chanters through the ages. Xiaosheng will leave first, and Xiaosheng will go to another place to have tea and spread the poem."

"I'm also retiring, to make a name for the Dafeng poetry circle, how could I be missing."

The guests dispersed in a rush, and couldn't wait to participate in the tea gathering in the other courtyard, and then they threw out this poem and became a blockbuster.

Chapter 55 The initial plan

"My family would like to thank you, son. If my family's name can go down in history in the future, it must be due to you." Fuxiang's eyes were full of affection, and she became more and more charming.

Xu Qi'an knew what she was referring to. Since ancient times, there have been many famous prostitutes who have been famous for their poems.

Any prostitute would be ecstatic about this opportunity.

There are two kinds of people in this world who love to compete for fame: scholars and prostitutes.

What I want is your gratitude Xu Qi'an smiled, showing a little frivolity appropriately: "How do you thank me?"

The room was as warm as spring, he drank a lot of wine, and after sitting for a while, he already felt unbearably hot, so he took off his outer robe and put it on the round stool.

Fu Xiang bit her delicate and plump lips, and said shyly: "My lord, the night is long, you might as well listen to the slave's play for you to help you enjoy yourself."

Xu Qi'an was taken aback for a moment, knowing that the other party would have misunderstood, smiled and did not explain.

It's still the elegant woman in ancient times, if you come to sleep with her, she will say: Don't worry, let the little girl play a song for you.

Unlike the girl later, if you go to sleep with her, she will say: Hurry up!

After patiently listening to the piece, Xu Qi'an had to admit that this oiran has two skills, he is excellent at both piano and poetry, and he doesn't know about poetry, but he is really good at playing the piano.

He is a person who does not understand the rhythm, but he can calm down and immerse himself in it.

Xu Qi'an took a sip of tea to relieve the dryness of his throat caused by drinking, and started a topic in a casual tone: "Miss Fuxiang is beautiful and beautiful, is there no one to redeem you?"

This is obviously not a very pleasant topic, and the oiran lady sighed sadly:

"Girl from the Jiaofang Division, how can you redeem yourself if you redeem yourself? Even if you meet a lover, the Ministry of Rites will not agree."

In fact, it is too expensive. It is very difficult for Jiaofangsi to redeem himself as a popular oiran, because he is an official prostitute, and he has to go through a lot of procedures, up and down, and the money spent is far more than other brothel oirans.

I remember Wang Butou said that the oiran in an ordinary brothel costs about 500-1000 taels.The oiran of the Jiaofang Division may have to double, or even more.

What is the concept of 2000 taels?

I have to save without food or drink for ten years, and I have an upper-middle income. With so much money, wouldn’t it be better for me to buy a few good-looking concubines?

Xu Qi'an subconsciously calculated in his heart, and came to the conclusion: This business is a blood loss!

"That's right, with Miss Fuxiang's beauty, even the capital city of Dafeng can't pick another one." Xu Qi'an boasted.

The lady Huakui chuckled, happy in her heart, and said: "My lord, don't make fun of me. The number one beauty in Dafeng capital is Princess Zhenbei, and she is just like a willow."

Claiming to have changed from a slave to a family, the relationship has become closer, and there is a little coquettishness in his tone.

Princess Zhenbei?It was this woman again.Xu Qi'an once again heard about this legendary number one beauty in the capital.

In his previous life, he asked himself countless beauties, but now that he saw Xu Lingyue, Chu Caiwei and other almost flawless beauties, he really couldn't imagine how beautiful this princess must be to be able to secure the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital.

Eighty percent of it is the halo of identity, he thought to himself.

"The concubine was born in a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River. When she was nine years old, she went to the Jade Buddha Temple with her parents to burn incense. The host gave her a poem: "The shock of birth overwhelms everyone, and Mu Xiyang is full of grace. Everyone admires her beauty and soul." The world provokes the emperor.

"From then on, he became famous and was sent to the palace at the age of 13."

Xu Qi'an asked curiously: "Then how did you become a princess?"