What should I do? The three of us have to spend 30 taels of money on tea. Even if we find the maid in this yard to sleep with us, the three of us will have to spend several taels.Uncle Xu was anxious and felt that he had returned to the front of liberation. He frowned and looked at his son:
Farewell to the old days, think of a solution.
Is this a problem with money? This is a problem that has not been collected from any news... The two brothers complained wildly.
Xu Xinnian looked at his father: What can I do? It was just a chance. My elder brother and I came here. Didn’t my father know himself?
His tone became a little heavy, which meant he was anxious.
This wave was really a loss of blood... The money was second, the key was that the news was not revealed... After looking at Mr. Zhao who was taken away by his maid, Xu Qi'an suddenly remembered the title of Fuxiang Hua Gong: the two masters of Qin and Poetry.
He immediately asked the maid who was serving the guests for wine and asked the pen and rice paper.
Clean up a space on the table and tug through the New Year: Farewell to the old, you will write it for me.
Xu Xinnian did not hesitate, and sat upright in a tacit manner and held the pen.
Xu Qi'an spoke quickly and said: All the fragrances are shaking and glorious, and he takes up all the charm to the small garden.
Xu Xinnian's pen is like flying, writing a cursive script with a unique style.
Xu Qi'an continued to recite: The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
Xu Xinnian didn't start writing, he was stunned, as if he was petrified, and he muttered to himself and repeated the next two sentences.
Write quickly!Xu Qi'an pushed him.
Xu Erlang woke up as if he was in a dream and finished writing quickly with a tense face.
Xu Qi'an pulled away the rice paper and called a maid, saying: You can give this poem to Fuxiang's wife and go and write it, saying that Yang is waiting here.
The maid was not very happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her a handful of silver, she immediately trotted away.
……
In the master bedroom, four stacks of screens blocked the bathtub, and steam lingered on the roof beams and wood.
The fragrance is soaked in hot water filled with rose petals, with high hair, white and slender neck, and water droplets hanging on the shoulders and chest, reflecting a charming light in the candlelight.
Her skin was as solid as grease, and she looked like a jade man.
A close-fitting maid served in the bathtub, praising Fuxiang's skin while saying: Mr. Zhao is already waiting in the tea room next door. The guests who stopped outside said that he is a scholar from the Imperial College.
What's so strange about scholars? Fu Xiang smiled, gently pulled the water splash, and said: However, with Mr. Zhao's talent, it's no problem to pass the imperial examination.
The maid laughed in a low voice: I knew that my wife liked such a talented young man, like the annoying Zhou Li, who was not based on her father's official position, so she showed off her power.
Mr. Zhao is very talented and hopes that his wife can treat her well, and maybe it will become a good story in the future.Women can also be famous in history.
Even I made fun of it... Fuxiang poked the maid's head with her finger and sighed: How difficult is it for a woman to be famous in history.How many scholars can hope for something that is hard to come by.
The door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maid came in, standing in the hall, and said with a crisp voice: Madam, the guest named Yang outside asked me to send a poem over.
Fuxiang frowned, and the maid scolded: "There is something that is unruly. My wife has chosen Mr. Zhao, how can she change it? Did she take advantage of others?"
The little maid lowered her head and dared not talk back.
Fuxiang said lightly: Put it on the table and go out to tell the guests that Fuxiang has received it.
The little maid felt relieved, and said a word, put the rice paper on the table, and went out.
After taking a shower, Fuxiang put on a thin gauze skirt, her graceful figure appeared faintly, and she came to sit at the table with her snow-white feet.
You go and invite Mr. Zhao in.She said, her eyes falling on the rice paper on the table and picked it up casually.
Her eyes suddenly solidified, and she looked at the rice paper in a daze.
"The Shadow Plum Pavilion gives a floating fragrance"
All the fragrances fall and the beauty is alone, taking full advantage of the charm towards the small garden.
The sparse shadows slant the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
The maid walked to the door and was about to open the door to invite Mr. Zhao when she suddenly heard the sharp shout from behind: Slowly!
Looking back, the lady was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, shaking slightly, her face as strange as she had never seen before.
That was an emotion the maid had never seen on her face.
The voice of the courtesan lady was urgent and sharp: Who, who sent the poem, who, who is the young master, please tell me quickly!!
The maid was startled and said stutteringly: It seems that her surname is Yang...
The courtesan lady rushed towards the door regardless of everything.
Madam, Madam...How can you go out like this? You can't... The maid hugs her tightly.
You let me go, let me go.Fu Xiang was so anxious that her face turned red. Don’t let the young master leave, come back soon.
The maid couldn't understand it. Just a poem made the wife lose her composure like never before. She was so knowledgeable and gentle in the past, she completely ignored her knowledge and knowledge.
My wife is calm and I will go immediately... to invite the young master who wrote the poem.
After the maid left, the courtesan lady sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the paper in her hand in a daze.
The sparse shadows slant the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk... Give it a floating fragrance, and the floating fragrance...
Her pretty face rolled down from tears, and she lay on the table and started crying.
……
In the front hall, some guests left, while the other did not leave.
After the tea circumference is over, the unselected guests have two choices: one, go to another yard to continue the next game.2. If you are unable to drink and are tired, you can choose the maids here to serve you in bed.
This Fuxiang girl doesn't buy your account.Xu Pingzhi looked at his nephew, and there was anxiety between his eyebrows.
The poem was sent, but it was exchanged for a light sentence.
Obviously, Xu Qi'an's poem did not impress the courtesan.
Xu Xinnian laughed: How can a woman understand the essence of poetry?
Xu Pingzhi stared at his son and asked: Is Ning Yan’s poem that just now excellent?
The arrogant Xu Erlang was convinced by his elder brother in his poetry and sighed: Very good.
Xu Dalang was also confused, and he had absolute confidence in this poem.
This seven-character poem is very famous and very famous.Especially the last two sentences, they are praised as the ultimate of chanting plum blossoms.
Under the lonely and frost, two lines of poetry became famous for eternity. These two lines of poetry were mentioned.
Two lines of poetry have become famous for eternity, which is so high.
"Danxiang" and "Shuying" have even become the names of lyrics, which shows the status of this poem among ancient literati.
Celebrities such as Ouyang Xiu and Sima Guang all gave high-level comments on these two lines of poetry.
And the author of this seven-character poem has left his name for the poem forever... Well, Xu Qi'an forgot who the author is.
This is impossible, she has no reason to reject me... If this poem is given to the two great scholars of Yunlu Academy, they can raise me as their own son... Xu Qi'an thought of a possibility. This courtesan, who is known as the best poet and piano, is actually a flowery air.
Just speculating on fame and selling personality, he is essentially a person with no culture.
But there is a paradox here. If the Fuxiang Courtesan is a vase that sells personalities, she would not be recognized by literati.
Compared with the hype and selling character designs by artists in previous lives, the courtesans of this era also had similar operations, but the latter had real skills.
The reason is very simple. The scholars in ancient times were not as good as young people in later generations.
While his eyebrows were still frowning, the maid who was serving Fuxiang rushed over with small steps, searching the crowd with a little anxiety. After seeing Xu Qi'an, her expression relaxed, and she came in a lotus step, blessed her body, and said in a delicate way:
Mr. Yang, is it your poem written?
The three of Xu family looked at each other and felt relieved.
It's me.Xu Qi'an nodded.
The maid Zhanyan smiled, became more respectful, lowered her eyebrows and said softly: My wife is welcome.
Xu Qi'an nodded calmly, followed the maid, and walked towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic.
This scene also caused the guests who planned to stay overnight in Yingmei Pavilion and whispered to each other.
Hey, he followed him in.
This, this... is not in accordance with the rules, how can two people get in?
The maid seemed to have talked about poetry just now, and I happened to see what he and the handsome guy wrote.
A middle-aged man dressed in a wealthy family walked up to Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi and bowed: Two, don’t you know what the Fuxiang girl meant?Why did that brother enter the stage just now? What poems did you write?
Farewell to the old days, think of a solution.
Is this a problem with money? This is a problem that has not been collected from any news... The two brothers complained wildly.
Xu Xinnian looked at his father: What can I do? It was just a chance. My elder brother and I came here. Didn’t my father know himself?
His tone became a little heavy, which meant he was anxious.
This wave was really a loss of blood... The money was second, the key was that the news was not revealed... After looking at Mr. Zhao who was taken away by his maid, Xu Qi'an suddenly remembered the title of Fuxiang Hua Gong: the two masters of Qin and Poetry.
He immediately asked the maid who was serving the guests for wine and asked the pen and rice paper.
Clean up a space on the table and tug through the New Year: Farewell to the old, you will write it for me.
Xu Xinnian did not hesitate, and sat upright in a tacit manner and held the pen.
Xu Qi'an spoke quickly and said: All the fragrances are shaking and glorious, and he takes up all the charm to the small garden.
Xu Xinnian's pen is like flying, writing a cursive script with a unique style.
Xu Qi'an continued to recite: The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
Xu Xinnian didn't start writing, he was stunned, as if he was petrified, and he muttered to himself and repeated the next two sentences.
Write quickly!Xu Qi'an pushed him.
Xu Erlang woke up as if he was in a dream and finished writing quickly with a tense face.
Xu Qi'an pulled away the rice paper and called a maid, saying: You can give this poem to Fuxiang's wife and go and write it, saying that Yang is waiting here.
The maid was not very happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her a handful of silver, she immediately trotted away.
……
In the master bedroom, four stacks of screens blocked the bathtub, and steam lingered on the roof beams and wood.
The fragrance is soaked in hot water filled with rose petals, with high hair, white and slender neck, and water droplets hanging on the shoulders and chest, reflecting a charming light in the candlelight.
Her skin was as solid as grease, and she looked like a jade man.
A close-fitting maid served in the bathtub, praising Fuxiang's skin while saying: Mr. Zhao is already waiting in the tea room next door. The guests who stopped outside said that he is a scholar from the Imperial College.
What's so strange about scholars? Fu Xiang smiled, gently pulled the water splash, and said: However, with Mr. Zhao's talent, it's no problem to pass the imperial examination.
The maid laughed in a low voice: I knew that my wife liked such a talented young man, like the annoying Zhou Li, who was not based on her father's official position, so she showed off her power.
Mr. Zhao is very talented and hopes that his wife can treat her well, and maybe it will become a good story in the future.Women can also be famous in history.
Even I made fun of it... Fuxiang poked the maid's head with her finger and sighed: How difficult is it for a woman to be famous in history.How many scholars can hope for something that is hard to come by.
The door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maid came in, standing in the hall, and said with a crisp voice: Madam, the guest named Yang outside asked me to send a poem over.
Fuxiang frowned, and the maid scolded: "There is something that is unruly. My wife has chosen Mr. Zhao, how can she change it? Did she take advantage of others?"
The little maid lowered her head and dared not talk back.
Fuxiang said lightly: Put it on the table and go out to tell the guests that Fuxiang has received it.
The little maid felt relieved, and said a word, put the rice paper on the table, and went out.
After taking a shower, Fuxiang put on a thin gauze skirt, her graceful figure appeared faintly, and she came to sit at the table with her snow-white feet.
You go and invite Mr. Zhao in.She said, her eyes falling on the rice paper on the table and picked it up casually.
Her eyes suddenly solidified, and she looked at the rice paper in a daze.
"The Shadow Plum Pavilion gives a floating fragrance"
All the fragrances fall and the beauty is alone, taking full advantage of the charm towards the small garden.
The sparse shadows slant the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
The maid walked to the door and was about to open the door to invite Mr. Zhao when she suddenly heard the sharp shout from behind: Slowly!
Looking back, the lady was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, shaking slightly, her face as strange as she had never seen before.
That was an emotion the maid had never seen on her face.
The voice of the courtesan lady was urgent and sharp: Who, who sent the poem, who, who is the young master, please tell me quickly!!
The maid was startled and said stutteringly: It seems that her surname is Yang...
The courtesan lady rushed towards the door regardless of everything.
Madam, Madam...How can you go out like this? You can't... The maid hugs her tightly.
You let me go, let me go.Fu Xiang was so anxious that her face turned red. Don’t let the young master leave, come back soon.
The maid couldn't understand it. Just a poem made the wife lose her composure like never before. She was so knowledgeable and gentle in the past, she completely ignored her knowledge and knowledge.
My wife is calm and I will go immediately... to invite the young master who wrote the poem.
After the maid left, the courtesan lady sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the paper in her hand in a daze.
The sparse shadows slant the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk... Give it a floating fragrance, and the floating fragrance...
Her pretty face rolled down from tears, and she lay on the table and started crying.
……
In the front hall, some guests left, while the other did not leave.
After the tea circumference is over, the unselected guests have two choices: one, go to another yard to continue the next game.2. If you are unable to drink and are tired, you can choose the maids here to serve you in bed.
This Fuxiang girl doesn't buy your account.Xu Pingzhi looked at his nephew, and there was anxiety between his eyebrows.
The poem was sent, but it was exchanged for a light sentence.
Obviously, Xu Qi'an's poem did not impress the courtesan.
Xu Xinnian laughed: How can a woman understand the essence of poetry?
Xu Pingzhi stared at his son and asked: Is Ning Yan’s poem that just now excellent?
The arrogant Xu Erlang was convinced by his elder brother in his poetry and sighed: Very good.
Xu Dalang was also confused, and he had absolute confidence in this poem.
This seven-character poem is very famous and very famous.Especially the last two sentences, they are praised as the ultimate of chanting plum blossoms.
Under the lonely and frost, two lines of poetry became famous for eternity. These two lines of poetry were mentioned.
Two lines of poetry have become famous for eternity, which is so high.
"Danxiang" and "Shuying" have even become the names of lyrics, which shows the status of this poem among ancient literati.
Celebrities such as Ouyang Xiu and Sima Guang all gave high-level comments on these two lines of poetry.
And the author of this seven-character poem has left his name for the poem forever... Well, Xu Qi'an forgot who the author is.
This is impossible, she has no reason to reject me... If this poem is given to the two great scholars of Yunlu Academy, they can raise me as their own son... Xu Qi'an thought of a possibility. This courtesan, who is known as the best poet and piano, is actually a flowery air.
Just speculating on fame and selling personality, he is essentially a person with no culture.
But there is a paradox here. If the Fuxiang Courtesan is a vase that sells personalities, she would not be recognized by literati.
Compared with the hype and selling character designs by artists in previous lives, the courtesans of this era also had similar operations, but the latter had real skills.
The reason is very simple. The scholars in ancient times were not as good as young people in later generations.
While his eyebrows were still frowning, the maid who was serving Fuxiang rushed over with small steps, searching the crowd with a little anxiety. After seeing Xu Qi'an, her expression relaxed, and she came in a lotus step, blessed her body, and said in a delicate way:
Mr. Yang, is it your poem written?
The three of Xu family looked at each other and felt relieved.
It's me.Xu Qi'an nodded.
The maid Zhanyan smiled, became more respectful, lowered her eyebrows and said softly: My wife is welcome.
Xu Qi'an nodded calmly, followed the maid, and walked towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic.
This scene also caused the guests who planned to stay overnight in Yingmei Pavilion and whispered to each other.
Hey, he followed him in.
This, this... is not in accordance with the rules, how can two people get in?
The maid seemed to have talked about poetry just now, and I happened to see what he and the handsome guy wrote.
A middle-aged man dressed in a wealthy family walked up to Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi and bowed: Two, don’t you know what the Fuxiang girl meant?Why did that brother enter the stage just now? What poems did you write?
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