Chapter 54 Intercepting the Hu

Xu Erlang remained silent. Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man and shook his head and said: Just a limerick. I heard that the young master said that he was unfamiliar with calligraphy and could not write good words, so I asked the young master to help him write.

Uncle Xu Er is an old man, and he acts like he is a bystander and distances himself from his nephew and son.

Everyone immediately looked at Xu Xinnian, and Xu Erlang shouted, "I don't want to answer them with a cold attitude that was so cold that I didn't want to."

His attitude made the middle-aged man who was asking anger and embarrassed, and he returned to his original position.

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

It’s not good to stay in it, so it’s not good to see that the three of us are in a relationship.Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

I understand.Xu Xinnian nodded and after saying that, she shivered in the cold wind.

There is a charcoal fire in the house to keep warm. When it comes out, the temperature difference is huge, making people tremble.

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said: If he was originally staying in Yingmei Pavilion, those maids... only one tael of silver would be enough.

Now we can only go to the other women in the other yard... instead of maids, the low price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for tea making.

Speaking of this, Xu Pingzhi paused and saw that his son had no habit of being sarcastic and asked him why he knew so clearly.

It was strange and I felt relieved.

Uncle Xu Er took out an ingot of official silver from his arms, a standard silver, a ingot of five taels.

Erlang, take the money.

The Xu family lost all their money due to the tax and bank case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi got a lot of money through gray channels, but overall it was still relatively tight.

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

Xu Xinnian was slightly moved and whispered: Dad, what about you?

Uncle Xu Er smiled indifferently: When my father was refining the essence, he was not afraid of the cold and heat. Even if he slept on the road for a night, it would not be a problem.Your body cannot withstand the cold wind at night.

Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, endured the chilly night wind, staring at Wuliangjin in a daze. After a while, his voice was hoarse:

I don't want it.

Uncle Xu must accept his son.

With a click, a ingot of official silver fell out of Xu Xinnian's arms, no more than no more, exactly five taels.

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

On the other side, the maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and signaled Xu Qi'an to enter, but he did not plan to enter.

Young Master Yang, please come in!

The moment the door of the jamb opened, a warm fragrance came to my face. The ground was covered with an expensive layer of silk lichen. It was fine if it was expensive, and it was extremely labor-intensive.

Green lotus flowers are embroidered on the lichens and auspicious clouds.

A woman walks on it, and lotus grows step by step.The high-ranking official walked on it and rose to prominence.

Beautiful mind.

A three-stack screen copying the famous painting "Rain Blowing Banana Leaf" separates the sleeping place and the brocade hall. A young woman with an extraordinary temperament knelt on the small couch in front of the screen, and a phoenix-tail zither was placed on the small collapse.

She was wearing a thin gauze dress, her skin as creamy as jade appeared and was looking at the door with a smile.

The two of them intersected their eyes, and she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on the corner of her mouth.

The most is the gentleness of bowing his head, like a lotus of water that is so shy that the cool breeze is... This poem appears in Xu Qi'an's mind.

When drinking, he is as elegant as a lady from a family, and when he is on the edge of the fall, he is charming and seductive.

This is the charming skill that only women from the Jiaofangsi can cultivate.

Xu Qi'an has two heads and one is big.

Young Master?The courtesan smiled and said: Why is the young master looking at my family like this?

Xu Qi'an sighed: I've heard that Miss Fuxiang is a talented and a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it.Even if Miss Fuxiang is the best beauty in the world, I believe it.

Mr. Yang, don’t make fun of my slave family.Fuxiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, and smiled between her eyebrows and eyes, obviously very happy.

……

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

Is he here to have tea?

Mr. Zhao left the tea room with a grumbling heart and walked towards the master bedroom, but was stopped by the maid at the door.

I waited in the tea room for a long time, why did Miss Fuxiang not see me yet?Mr. Zhao questioned the maid.

Mr. Zhao, don’t blame me, my wife has chosen someone else.The maid answered.

!!!Mr. Zhao felt a few thunders thunders on his forehead one after another, and then he became angry and said loudly:

Miss Fuxiang clearly chose me, so why did she suddenly change her mind and make a living?If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being polite.

His fierce tone and hideous words made the maid a little scared, and subconsciously wanted to call the entourage in the yard.

Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is not convinced, take the poem out for him to see it.

The feminine voice of the courtesan lady came from the room.

The maid looked at Mr. Zhao carefully, opened the barrier door to a gap that allowed only one person to pass through, and flashed in.

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

The latter took it and glanced at it. The angry expression immediately froze on his face, and then slowly dissolved, replaced by surprise, shock, and incredible...

He stayed there for a long time, his fingers loosened, and the rice paper slowly fell.

……

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

Is it done?!

Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize something was wrong, and they were kicked out.

Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?A young man of the same age dressed as a scholar immediately stepped forward, seemingly concerned, but in fact he was gossip.

The maid called the man named Yang away, and not long after, Mr. Zhao came out in a daze.

Obviously, this was a person who intercepted the beard halfway and picked away the plump peony flowers.

Young Master Zhao, wearing a green robe, slowly glanced at everyone and murmured: I lost, I was convinced.

What the hell is going on, losing?Where to start Ah.

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

You're going to say Ah, you're so anxious.

The guests all came up.

Mr. Zhao ignored it and walked out, murmured: All the fragrances are shook and alone...

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

... Take all the charm towards the small garden.

At this time, Mr. Zhao had already walked into the yard, and the guests couldn't help but follow behind and listen.

The sparse shadows slant the water is clear and shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk...

The guests did not keep up and stayed there, and the air briefly fell into silence.

No one spoke for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, a student’s eyes were filled with tears and his mouth was trembling: As soon as this poem was published, it was shameful for all the people who chanted plum blossoms for all ages... Everyone, the young master left first, the young master was going to go somewhere else to make tea and spread the poems.

I also surrendered and became famous in the poetry world of Dafeng. How could I miss me?

The guests scattered and couldn't wait to attend the tea siege in the other courtyard, and then threw out the poem and made a splash.