Da Bong fights more people

Song Tingfeng looked at his new colleague and said, "It's a pity that you are good at solving crimes, but you can't write poems. If you can write an ancient quatrain like Yang Ling, Miss Fuxiang would be willing to post it."

"Upside down?!" Xu Qi'an discovered Huadian.

"You say that the romantic affairs between prostitutes and poor scholars are rumored out of thin air? Poor scholars can occasionally write good sentences and give them to prostitutes, and she will be worth a lot. This is a good thing for mutual benefit, and those who are young and famous Scholars are even more the object of flattery among prostitutes.

"Don't say you don't want money, you are willing to pay back. Ziyang Layman of Yunlu Academy was quite talented in poetry back then. After winning the first prize, he stayed in the Jiaofang Division for three months without paying any money." Song Tingfeng said .

Zhu Guangxiao nodded in affirmation.

Song Tingfeng found that his new colleague was dumbfounded, as if he had been greatly shocked, and as if he had heard exciting news, his breathing became short of breath.

A maid who served the guests to drink hurriedly left the table, stared at Xu Qi'an for a few seconds, showing ecstasy, and ran out of the room regardless of the appearance, leaving the drinkers aside.

Not long after, the well-dressed Oiran lady appeared on the stage, her long skirt dragging to the ground, and the gorgeous jewelry between her black hair and her beautiful face complemented each other.

The thickness of the dress is just right, it doesn't look bulky, and it highlights the exquisite and embossed mature figure; it doesn't make people feel coquettish.

This is different from when Xu Qi'an met her for the first time, he was obviously more particular about how he dressed.Not like the oiran of the Jiaofang Division, but a social butterfly with a certain status and fame.

Lady Fuxiang swept across the guest with a pair of beautiful eyes, and paused on Xu Qi'an.

"Hey, Fuxiang just looked at me." Song Tingfeng was slightly shocked.

Zhu Guangxiao glanced at him, straightened his waist, and said unconvinced: "It's up to me."

After saluting to the guests, Fu Xiang said in a soft voice: "Let's dance together from my family to help the guests enjoy themselves."

The guests were very pleasantly surprised, they did not expect that the most popular oiran of the teaching workshop would show up.

The guest with a keen mind thinks a little deeper. Fuxiang Huakui is known as the master of both piano and poetry, and is not known for dancing. Why is she dancing today.

"With this figure, it would be great if I could dance to the Pure Land of Bliss." Xu Qi'an imagined while admiring the graceful dance.

After the song ended, Fu Xiang drank a glass of wine, blushed and left.

Song Tingfeng smiled and said, "It's worth it."

Zhu Guangxiao nodded.

Song Tingfeng picked up the wine glass and signaled to Xu Qi'an: "Miss Fuxiang seldom dances, but she often plays the piano. When you first come to Jiaofang Division, you can see her dancing. It's worth the money."

Xu Qi'an raised his glass in return: "I wish I could stay in her room tonight."

Song Tingfeng laughed out loud.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head slightly.

Song Tingfeng had just finished laughing when he saw a maid walking over and said, "Young Master Yang, my lady invites you in for tea."

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at Xu Qi'an blankly, with a slightly stiff expression on their faces.

Xu Qi'an patted him on the shoulder: "Tomorrow Maoshi, we will see you at the gate of the courtyard."

Kuang, the scholar in the light blue Confucian shirt suddenly stood up from the desk, showing shock and ecstasy, and shouted: "Young Master Yang, are you Yang Ling? You are Yang Ling? Brother Yang, Brother Yang is here with Du Ying."

Xu Qi'an stopped, cupped his hands towards him, and left with the servant girl.

The drinkers in Yang Ling's room stared wide-eyed, and a few scholars in Confucian shirts were ecstatic.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other silently: "???"

A bedroom as warm as spring, a bathtub behind a screen.

Xu Qi'an soaked in the hot water full of petals, and let out a comfortable breath.

Wearing a light gauze, with fair skin and outstanding figure, she knelt by the tub to serve him, rubbing his body with her soft hands.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, the young master is even more handsome." The lady Hua Kui admired Xu Qi'an's strong body, her sparkling eyes could not move away.

The previous Xu Qi'an had good facial features, which was not bad, but when we meet again today, his appearance has not changed, but he gives off an indescribable temperament.

"As long as you like it, my change is worth it." Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.

Fu Xiangqiao blushed, a little shyly delighted.

She said with a resentful expression: "Jing will say some pleasant words to deceive my family, the young master obviously looks down on me."

How can a man hold her all night without doing anything?

The oiran lady wakes up the next day with huge doubts about her own charm.

"I was tired that day." Xu Qian said with confidence, this sounded like an excuse for a 50-[-]-year-old man.

He immediately changed the subject and asked, "Is it cold?"

The oiran lady nodded immediately, and said aggrievedly, "Cold~"

Xu Qi'an pulled her into the bathtub.

puff

Caught off guard scream.

Fu Xiang lay in Xu Qi'an's arms, coquettishly said: "I hate it."

She sat on Xu Qi'an's stomach, wrapped her hands around his neck, and talked randomly, like he was asking for advice on poetry.

Although Xu Qi'an is a parallel importer, he memorized a lot of poems in his stomach, and occasionally a few words would make the oiran blush with excitement.

"By the way, Mr. Yang heard about Zhou Shilang's dismissal from office and exile?"

Her seemingly casual sentence made Xu Qi'an vigilant.

"I heard that it seems that he was impeached by Marquis Mighty Wu." Xu Qi'an said.

The Huakui lady raised her charming and affectionate face, stared at him, and said with a light smile, "It seems that it's because Mr. Zhou was so wicked that he hijacked the concubine's daughter of the mighty Marquis."

"So beauty is a bone-scraping knife." Xu Qi'an said with half surprise and half emotion.

As a veteran criminal investigator, no one can easily get information from him.However, Fu Xiang might have doubts in her heart.

How can there be such a coincidence, that day just after talking about the past, Zhou Li really shot at the mighty Marquis concubine? Well, it may not be suspicious, but there must be curiosity.

I have to strengthen this woman's affection for me and let her lean towards me from the bottom of her heart, so as not to tell an official about me one day

"Watching the girl dance just now, I suddenly felt something in my heart. I got a few words." Xu Qi'an put his arms around the beauty's fragrant shoulders, and chanted: "Laugh this year and come back next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely."

Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and the spring breeze leisurely spend time, the oiran lady has tears in her eyes, and weeps in a low voice: "Master, are you poking my heart, you are so cruel."