After paying the money for tea, I entered the yard, and there were seven or eight guests sitting in the room where the charcoal burning fire, drinking tea and chatting, and I was in great pleasure.
Six dancers in colorful clothes were wearing thin gauze skirts and danced gracefully, twisting their slender waists and plump buttocks.
Xu Qi'an glanced around and didn't see the lady from the outside and the coquettish courtesan inside the bed.
Tea making is not all about drinking, but also shows such as listening to music and enjoying dance.The courtesan lady doesn’t always appear to accompany the guests.
Similarly, guests also need free space. Although it is interesting to drink, it is not conducive to communicating private matters.
Some guests come here together to drink wine and connect with each other.At this time, we need a little freedom to let them play their own way.
The three of them took their seats, and Song Tingfeng shrugged and squinted his eyes and smiled: It seems that Miss Fuxiang doesn't plan to come out to accompany the guests tonight.
Xu Qi'an asked: Why do you say that?
Song Tingfeng explained: The tea-making time is limited. Generally speaking, a group of guests stay here for at most for an hour, either continuing the next table or leaving.
It takes almost an hour to have fun when you want to have a drink.
In other words, our group is not playing the wine order, so of course the floating fragrance will not appear... Why do you understand the rules of the Jiaofangsi so much? You have visited a lot... Xu Qi'an nodded, indicating that he has learned new knowledge.
A dance ends, and the maiko takes a short break.
A young man wearing a light blue Confucian shirt stood up, raised his cup, and looked around: Is Young Master Yang Ling here?
He asked three times in a row, but no one answered and sat down in disappointment.
At the next table, a middle-aged man dressed as a rich man asked curiously: Brother, who is this Yang Ling?
The sparse shadows slant the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.The young man in a light green Confucian shirt raised his chin slightly: Have you heard of it?
Some impression.The middle-aged man dressed up as a rich man recalled a moment.
Of course, as soon as this poem was published, it was called the quatrain of plum blossoms by today's scholars for the past years.Even you guys should have heard of them.The young man in Confucian robe proudly raised his head: A good sentence that only we scholars can make.
The middle-aged man dressed in a rich man wondered: Why did the young master look for someone here?
While the two were talking, the drinkers next to them also stopped talking and listened with all their ears.
Because this masterpiece of eternal song was published in Yingmei Pavilion. This poem was given to the Fuxiang Girl by Mr. Yang Ling. Plum is used to describe people and complement each other. It is really a beautiful thought.
No wonder Yingmei Pavilion has been full of favors recently, no wonder Fuxiang girl always doesn’t come out.
It's Ah, I heard that Miss Fuxiang has stopped accompanying guests easily.
The sparse shadows slant the water is clear and shallow, the faint fragrance floats at dusk... What a beautiful poem, I really want to see the girl floating in fragrance and that talented man.
Upon hearing this, the young man in the light green Confucian robe sighed regretfully: Mr. Yang only appeared in the Jiaofangsi once, and there was no news. The Imperial College sent someone to Changle County School to find him, but there was no such person.
There is such a strange thing!Everyone was shocked.
The young man in the light green Confucian robe said helplessly: I come to Yingmei Xiao Pavilion every day just to wait for him.Not only me, but all the students in Beijing want to make friends with this person.
Song Tingfeng said: This is great, Miss Fuxiang is no longer the woman we can covet.
Zhu Guangxiao also sighed.
Is this an invisible increase in AC price... Xu Qi'an bowed his head to drink tea with guilt.
Song Tingfeng looked at his new colleague and said: Unfortunately, you are good at solving cases and cannot write poems. If you can write an eternal quatrain like Yang Ling, the girl Fuxiang would be willing to post it.
Pay back?!Xu Qi'an discovered the beautiful spot.
Did you make the romantic affairs of a woman with a poor scholar circulating in the market? Is it fabricated out of thin air?If a poor scholar occasionally gives good sentences to a woman who is in vain, her value will increase sharply.This is a good thing for mutual benefit, and those young and famous scholars are even more popular among women.
Don’t say you don’t want money, you are willing to pay even if you pay.Ziyang lay Buddhist at Yunlu Academy was quite talented in poetry back then. After passing the exam, he lingered in the Jiaofangsi for three months without even paying a penny.Song Tingfeng said.
Zhu Guangxiao nodded and gave affirmation.
Song Tingfeng found that his new colleague was dumbfounded, as if he was greatly shocked, and as if he had heard the inspiring news, his breathing became rapid.
A maid who was serving the guests to drink left the table hurriedly, stared at Xu Qi'an for a few seconds, showed an ecstasy look, and left the drinker and ran out of the house regardless of his image.
Soon, the courtesan lady dressed in a dressed manner appeared, her long skirt dragging to the ground, and the gorgeous jewelry between her hair and her beautiful face shone together.
The dress is just right in thickness, neither showing a bloated look, but highlighting its exquisite and convex mature figure; it does not make people feel charming.
This and when Xu Qi'an first met her, his dressing was obviously more particular.He is not like the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi, but a socialite with a certain status and a long-standing reputation.
Fuxiang's wife swept her beautiful eyes over the guest and paused on Xu Qi'an.
Hey, Fu Xiang saw me just now.Song Tingfeng was slightly shocked.
Zhu Guangxiao glanced at him, straightened his back, and said unconvincedly: It's my opinion.
After saluting the guests, the fragrance sounded soft and soft: I will dance together to help the guests.
The guests were very surprised, but they didn't expect that the most popular courtesan in the Jiaofangsi would appear at first sight.
The keen-minded guest thinks more deeply. The Fuxiang Courtesan is known for his outstanding piano and poetry, and is not known for his dancing. Why do he dance today?
It would be great if I could dance a song for me in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss... Xu Qi'an admired the graceful dance while thinking a lot.
At the end of the song, Fu Xiang drank a glass of wine, her face turned red 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 rarely dances, but she often plays the piano. When you first come to teach Fangsi, you can see her dancing. This silver flower is worth it.
Xu Qi'an raised his glass and responded: It would be great to stay in her room tonight.
Song Tingfeng laughed loudly.
Zhu Guangxiao shook his head slightly.
As soon as Song Tingfeng finished laughing, he saw a maid coming over and said: Mr. Yang, my wife invites you to enter the house for tea.
...Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at Xu Qi'an in a daze, with their expressions slightly stiff.
Xu Qi'an patted his shoulder: Tomorrow, we will see you at the gate of the courtyard.
Bang... The scholar wearing a light blue Confucian robe suddenly stood up from the front of the desk, showing a look of shock and ecstasy and shouted: Mr. Yang, are you Yang Ling?Are you Yang Ling?Brother Yang, Brother Yang...Du Ying...
Xu Qi'an stopped, bowed to him, and left with the maid.
Yang Ling... the drunkards in the room widened their eyes, and several scholars in Confucian shirts were ecstatic.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other silently: ???
……
A warm spring-like bedroom with a bathtub behind a screen.
Xu Qi'an soaked in hot water filled with petals and breathed comfortably.
Wearing a veil, with fair skin and outstanding figure, Fuxiang kneels on the side of the bathtub to serve, rubbing his soft little hands.
After a few days of not seeing each other, the young master became more and more handsome.The courtesan admired Xu Qi'an's strong body, and his bright eyes could not be removed.
Xu Qi'an had handsome facial features before, which was quite good. Today he met again. Although his appearance had not changed, he gave people an indescribable temperament.
As long as you like it, my change is worth it.Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.
Fu Xiang's pretty face turned red, and she was a little shy and happy.
She said with a grievance: Jing can say something nice to deceive me, the young master obviously looks down on me.
No man can hold her all night and do nothing?
The courtesan lady woke up the next day and developed huge doubts about her charm.
That day was quite tiring... Xu Qian said with peace of mind that this sounded like an excuse for an old man in his forties or fifties.
He immediately changed the subject and asked: Are you cold or not?
The courtesan nodded immediately and said aggrievedly: Cold~
Xu Qi'an pulled her into the bathtub.
Plop...
Screaming out of control.
Fu Xiang lay in Xu Qi'an's arms and said coquettishly: I hate it.
She sat on Xu Qi'an's belly, hooked her hands around his neck, and said something in a mess, just like him asking for poetry.
Although Xu Qi'an is a squat, he remembers a lot of poems in his stomach. Occasionally, a few sentences pop up, which makes the courtesan blush with excitement.
By the way, have Mr. Yang heard about Mr. Zhou’s dismissal and exiled?
Her casual words made Xu Qian feel alert.
I heard that, it seems that he was impeached by Weiwuhou.Xu Qi'an.
The courtesan lady raised her charming and passionate face, stared at him, and chuckled: It seems that it was because the young master Zhou was thief-hearted and kidnapped the concubine daughter of the mighty Marquis.
So the beauty is the scraper knife.Xu Qi'an said half surprised and half emotion.
As a veteran of criminal investigation, no one can easily get information from him.However, Fuxiang may have become suspicious.
It was not such a coincidence. Just after talking about the past that day, Zhou Li really took action against the concubine daughter of the Weiwu Hou... Well, it may not be suspicious, but he must be curious.
I have to enhance this woman's favor for me and let her lean towards me from the bottom of her heart, so as not to tell me about me one day...
Just now, I was suddenly moved in my heart. I heard a few words... Xu Qi'an hugged the beauty's shoulders and chanted: I laughed again this year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze are leisurely.
This year, laughter will be restored to next year, autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely... The courtesan lady had tears in her eyes and she cried in a low voice: Is the young master poking my heart? The young master is so cruel.
That night, the courtesan's bed was shaken until midnight.
……
The next day at Mao, Xu Qi'an dressed under the service of a slightly haggard beauty, used breakfast, and bid farewell to the affectionate fragrance.
The maid who served Fuxiang, when she looked at him this morning, her admirational look made Xu Qi'an feel proud.
After leaving the yard of Yingmei Pavilion, I saw two energetic colleagues at the door.
Sure enough, I didn't ask me for money... Alas, why is the beauty so kind... Xu Qi'an said in a light tone: Ah, two of you.
The three of them left the Jiaofangsi alley side by side. When they were about to leave, Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and couldn't help asking: Miss Fuxiang...How?
The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao also looked over.
Xu Qi'an looked ahead, with three points of rebelliousness and three points of ruffianity, and raised the corners of his mouth: ... Very moist!
……
I bought a few pieces of silk in the inner city and rented a carriage to rush back to Xu's mansion.
Uncle Xu Er asked for leave today and stayed at home and waited for news from him.Xu Xinnian didn’t study and was in a mood.
It was not until Xu Qi'an asked his servants to come back with silk that the whole family felt relieved.
Xu Qian didn't explain much, pointed to the silk and smiled: "Make clothes for my aunt and sisters."
My aunt was holding her breath, lifted her white and pretty jaw and snorted.
Xiao Douding pulled his trousers and was about to climb up, and shouted: Big brother, I saw my sister secretly hid and cried yesterday.
Xu Lingyue, with a melon-shaped face, had a red face.
In front of his family, he was too intimate to show his intimacy. Xu Qi'an smiled at the beautiful girl, then kicked Xiao Douding in the air like a shuttlecock, and reached out to hug her.
My aunt was shocked, and Xiao Douding chuckled heartlessly.
The second uncle was stunned: You have entered the Qi training realm.
After receiving Xu Qi'an's affirmation, the second uncle showed an old father-like smile.
In the study, Xu Qi'an briefly explained the story to his second uncle and Erlang.
Both father and son were scared.
Xu Xinnian examined his cousin: Why did the eldest princess send someone to follow you?
I also want to know... Xu Qi'an gave a guess: Maybe it was me who was the only outsider in the academy that day?
On the day when the vision occurred in the Sub-Saint Academy, the eldest princess was also in the academy. It was impossible not to pay attention to this matter. In this way, it would be reasonable to monitor the only outsider that day.
Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: The eldest princess is very thoughtful. Not only did she study in Yunlu Academy for many years, she is also a half-master-apprentice relationship with Wei Yuan.Her chess skills are superb. I recommend you to fight, so it is not a casual chess on a whim.
If your elder brother is summoned by her in the future, you don’t have to be surprised. Remember to be careful and be cautious.
Xu Qian said yes.
Being able to be so valued and feared by the arrogant Xu Cijiu shows that this eldest princess is not a simple person.
After Xu Xinnian finished speaking, she suddenly raised her chin and said: I have entered the state of self-cultivation.
I have also become a master of the eighth grade of Confucianism!
Xu Qi'an was surprised. What magical is there for Confucian scholars who are cultivating their own self-cultivation?
Xu Xinnian raised the corner of her mouth: Where the righteousness is, even if there are thousands of people, I will go.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a sense of pride and courage to face thousands of troops alone.
This inexplicable courage lasted for a quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating.
Self-cultivation is a process of honing your courage in literature. Confucian scholars at this level are convincing every word and action.For example, my elder brother thought what I said made sense just now, so he unconsciously did it.In the future, I will become an official in the court and I will be no worse than you in the judgment of cases.
No, I rely on my real skills, you rely on cheating!Xu Qian said with peace of mind.
This is equivalent to a courageous buff, the prototype of the following words... Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up and he looked at his second uncle. The former said: Farewell to the old days, my brother treats you very well...
roll!Xu Xinnian left without waiting for him to finish speaking.
A vulgar warrior.
……
Xu Qi'an returned to his yard and took a rest.
Suddenly, he woke up inexplicably, and the source that alarmed him was the small jade mirror hidden under the pillow.
A line of small words appeared on the jade mirror:
Jiu: Where are you?
Six dancers in colorful clothes were wearing thin gauze skirts and danced gracefully, twisting their slender waists and plump buttocks.
Xu Qi'an glanced around and didn't see the lady from the outside and the coquettish courtesan inside the bed.
Tea making is not all about drinking, but also shows such as listening to music and enjoying dance.The courtesan lady doesn’t always appear to accompany the guests.
Similarly, guests also need free space. Although it is interesting to drink, it is not conducive to communicating private matters.
Some guests come here together to drink wine and connect with each other.At this time, we need a little freedom to let them play their own way.
The three of them took their seats, and Song Tingfeng shrugged and squinted his eyes and smiled: It seems that Miss Fuxiang doesn't plan to come out to accompany the guests tonight.
Xu Qi'an asked: Why do you say that?
Song Tingfeng explained: The tea-making time is limited. Generally speaking, a group of guests stay here for at most for an hour, either continuing the next table or leaving.
It takes almost an hour to have fun when you want to have a drink.
In other words, our group is not playing the wine order, so of course the floating fragrance will not appear... Why do you understand the rules of the Jiaofangsi so much? You have visited a lot... Xu Qi'an nodded, indicating that he has learned new knowledge.
A dance ends, and the maiko takes a short break.
A young man wearing a light blue Confucian shirt stood up, raised his cup, and looked around: Is Young Master Yang Ling here?
He asked three times in a row, but no one answered and sat down in disappointment.
At the next table, a middle-aged man dressed as a rich man asked curiously: Brother, who is this Yang Ling?
The sparse shadows slant the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.The young man in a light green Confucian shirt raised his chin slightly: Have you heard of it?
Some impression.The middle-aged man dressed up as a rich man recalled a moment.
Of course, as soon as this poem was published, it was called the quatrain of plum blossoms by today's scholars for the past years.Even you guys should have heard of them.The young man in Confucian robe proudly raised his head: A good sentence that only we scholars can make.
The middle-aged man dressed in a rich man wondered: Why did the young master look for someone here?
While the two were talking, the drinkers next to them also stopped talking and listened with all their ears.
Because this masterpiece of eternal song was published in Yingmei Pavilion. This poem was given to the Fuxiang Girl by Mr. Yang Ling. Plum is used to describe people and complement each other. It is really a beautiful thought.
No wonder Yingmei Pavilion has been full of favors recently, no wonder Fuxiang girl always doesn’t come out.
It's Ah, I heard that Miss Fuxiang has stopped accompanying guests easily.
The sparse shadows slant the water is clear and shallow, the faint fragrance floats at dusk... What a beautiful poem, I really want to see the girl floating in fragrance and that talented man.
Upon hearing this, the young man in the light green Confucian robe sighed regretfully: Mr. Yang only appeared in the Jiaofangsi once, and there was no news. The Imperial College sent someone to Changle County School to find him, but there was no such person.
There is such a strange thing!Everyone was shocked.
The young man in the light green Confucian robe said helplessly: I come to Yingmei Xiao Pavilion every day just to wait for him.Not only me, but all the students in Beijing want to make friends with this person.
Song Tingfeng said: This is great, Miss Fuxiang is no longer the woman we can covet.
Zhu Guangxiao also sighed.
Is this an invisible increase in AC price... Xu Qi'an bowed his head to drink tea with guilt.
Song Tingfeng looked at his new colleague and said: Unfortunately, you are good at solving cases and cannot write poems. If you can write an eternal quatrain like Yang Ling, the girl Fuxiang would be willing to post it.
Pay back?!Xu Qi'an discovered the beautiful spot.
Did you make the romantic affairs of a woman with a poor scholar circulating in the market? Is it fabricated out of thin air?If a poor scholar occasionally gives good sentences to a woman who is in vain, her value will increase sharply.This is a good thing for mutual benefit, and those young and famous scholars are even more popular among women.
Don’t say you don’t want money, you are willing to pay even if you pay.Ziyang lay Buddhist at Yunlu Academy was quite talented in poetry back then. After passing the exam, he lingered in the Jiaofangsi for three months without even paying a penny.Song Tingfeng said.
Zhu Guangxiao nodded and gave affirmation.
Song Tingfeng found that his new colleague was dumbfounded, as if he was greatly shocked, and as if he had heard the inspiring news, his breathing became rapid.
A maid who was serving the guests to drink left the table hurriedly, stared at Xu Qi'an for a few seconds, showed an ecstasy look, and left the drinker and ran out of the house regardless of his image.
Soon, the courtesan lady dressed in a dressed manner appeared, her long skirt dragging to the ground, and the gorgeous jewelry between her hair and her beautiful face shone together.
The dress is just right in thickness, neither showing a bloated look, but highlighting its exquisite and convex mature figure; it does not make people feel charming.
This and when Xu Qi'an first met her, his dressing was obviously more particular.He is not like the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi, but a socialite with a certain status and a long-standing reputation.
Fuxiang's wife swept her beautiful eyes over the guest and paused on Xu Qi'an.
Hey, Fu Xiang saw me just now.Song Tingfeng was slightly shocked.
Zhu Guangxiao glanced at him, straightened his back, and said unconvincedly: It's my opinion.
After saluting the guests, the fragrance sounded soft and soft: I will dance together to help the guests.
The guests were very surprised, but they didn't expect that the most popular courtesan in the Jiaofangsi would appear at first sight.
The keen-minded guest thinks more deeply. The Fuxiang Courtesan is known for his outstanding piano and poetry, and is not known for his dancing. Why do he dance today?
It would be great if I could dance a song for me in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss... Xu Qi'an admired the graceful dance while thinking a lot.
At the end of the song, Fu Xiang drank a glass of wine, her face turned red 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 rarely dances, but she often plays the piano. When you first come to teach Fangsi, you can see her dancing. This silver flower is worth it.
Xu Qi'an raised his glass and responded: It would be great to stay in her room tonight.
Song Tingfeng laughed loudly.
Zhu Guangxiao shook his head slightly.
As soon as Song Tingfeng finished laughing, he saw a maid coming over and said: Mr. Yang, my wife invites you to enter the house for tea.
...Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at Xu Qi'an in a daze, with their expressions slightly stiff.
Xu Qi'an patted his shoulder: Tomorrow, we will see you at the gate of the courtyard.
Bang... The scholar wearing a light blue Confucian robe suddenly stood up from the front of the desk, showing a look of shock and ecstasy and shouted: Mr. Yang, are you Yang Ling?Are you Yang Ling?Brother Yang, Brother Yang...Du Ying...
Xu Qi'an stopped, bowed to him, and left with the maid.
Yang Ling... the drunkards in the room widened their eyes, and several scholars in Confucian shirts were ecstatic.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other silently: ???
……
A warm spring-like bedroom with a bathtub behind a screen.
Xu Qi'an soaked in hot water filled with petals and breathed comfortably.
Wearing a veil, with fair skin and outstanding figure, Fuxiang kneels on the side of the bathtub to serve, rubbing his soft little hands.
After a few days of not seeing each other, the young master became more and more handsome.The courtesan admired Xu Qi'an's strong body, and his bright eyes could not be removed.
Xu Qi'an had handsome facial features before, which was quite good. Today he met again. Although his appearance had not changed, he gave people an indescribable temperament.
As long as you like it, my change is worth it.Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.
Fu Xiang's pretty face turned red, and she was a little shy and happy.
She said with a grievance: Jing can say something nice to deceive me, the young master obviously looks down on me.
No man can hold her all night and do nothing?
The courtesan lady woke up the next day and developed huge doubts about her charm.
That day was quite tiring... Xu Qian said with peace of mind that this sounded like an excuse for an old man in his forties or fifties.
He immediately changed the subject and asked: Are you cold or not?
The courtesan nodded immediately and said aggrievedly: Cold~
Xu Qi'an pulled her into the bathtub.
Plop...
Screaming out of control.
Fu Xiang lay in Xu Qi'an's arms and said coquettishly: I hate it.
She sat on Xu Qi'an's belly, hooked her hands around his neck, and said something in a mess, just like him asking for poetry.
Although Xu Qi'an is a squat, he remembers a lot of poems in his stomach. Occasionally, a few sentences pop up, which makes the courtesan blush with excitement.
By the way, have Mr. Yang heard about Mr. Zhou’s dismissal and exiled?
Her casual words made Xu Qian feel alert.
I heard that, it seems that he was impeached by Weiwuhou.Xu Qi'an.
The courtesan lady raised her charming and passionate face, stared at him, and chuckled: It seems that it was because the young master Zhou was thief-hearted and kidnapped the concubine daughter of the mighty Marquis.
So the beauty is the scraper knife.Xu Qi'an said half surprised and half emotion.
As a veteran of criminal investigation, no one can easily get information from him.However, Fuxiang may have become suspicious.
It was not such a coincidence. Just after talking about the past that day, Zhou Li really took action against the concubine daughter of the Weiwu Hou... Well, it may not be suspicious, but he must be curious.
I have to enhance this woman's favor for me and let her lean towards me from the bottom of her heart, so as not to tell me about me one day...
Just now, I was suddenly moved in my heart. I heard a few words... Xu Qi'an hugged the beauty's shoulders and chanted: I laughed again this year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze are leisurely.
This year, laughter will be restored to next year, autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely... The courtesan lady had tears in her eyes and she cried in a low voice: Is the young master poking my heart? The young master is so cruel.
That night, the courtesan's bed was shaken until midnight.
……
The next day at Mao, Xu Qi'an dressed under the service of a slightly haggard beauty, used breakfast, and bid farewell to the affectionate fragrance.
The maid who served Fuxiang, when she looked at him this morning, her admirational look made Xu Qi'an feel proud.
After leaving the yard of Yingmei Pavilion, I saw two energetic colleagues at the door.
Sure enough, I didn't ask me for money... Alas, why is the beauty so kind... Xu Qi'an said in a light tone: Ah, two of you.
The three of them left the Jiaofangsi alley side by side. When they were about to leave, Song Tingfeng narrowed his eyes and couldn't help asking: Miss Fuxiang...How?
The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao also looked over.
Xu Qi'an looked ahead, with three points of rebelliousness and three points of ruffianity, and raised the corners of his mouth: ... Very moist!
……
I bought a few pieces of silk in the inner city and rented a carriage to rush back to Xu's mansion.
Uncle Xu Er asked for leave today and stayed at home and waited for news from him.Xu Xinnian didn’t study and was in a mood.
It was not until Xu Qi'an asked his servants to come back with silk that the whole family felt relieved.
Xu Qian didn't explain much, pointed to the silk and smiled: "Make clothes for my aunt and sisters."
My aunt was holding her breath, lifted her white and pretty jaw and snorted.
Xiao Douding pulled his trousers and was about to climb up, and shouted: Big brother, I saw my sister secretly hid and cried yesterday.
Xu Lingyue, with a melon-shaped face, had a red face.
In front of his family, he was too intimate to show his intimacy. Xu Qi'an smiled at the beautiful girl, then kicked Xiao Douding in the air like a shuttlecock, and reached out to hug her.
My aunt was shocked, and Xiao Douding chuckled heartlessly.
The second uncle was stunned: You have entered the Qi training realm.
After receiving Xu Qi'an's affirmation, the second uncle showed an old father-like smile.
In the study, Xu Qi'an briefly explained the story to his second uncle and Erlang.
Both father and son were scared.
Xu Xinnian examined his cousin: Why did the eldest princess send someone to follow you?
I also want to know... Xu Qi'an gave a guess: Maybe it was me who was the only outsider in the academy that day?
On the day when the vision occurred in the Sub-Saint Academy, the eldest princess was also in the academy. It was impossible not to pay attention to this matter. In this way, it would be reasonable to monitor the only outsider that day.
Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: The eldest princess is very thoughtful. Not only did she study in Yunlu Academy for many years, she is also a half-master-apprentice relationship with Wei Yuan.Her chess skills are superb. I recommend you to fight, so it is not a casual chess on a whim.
If your elder brother is summoned by her in the future, you don’t have to be surprised. Remember to be careful and be cautious.
Xu Qian said yes.
Being able to be so valued and feared by the arrogant Xu Cijiu shows that this eldest princess is not a simple person.
After Xu Xinnian finished speaking, she suddenly raised her chin and said: I have entered the state of self-cultivation.
I have also become a master of the eighth grade of Confucianism!
Xu Qi'an was surprised. What magical is there for Confucian scholars who are cultivating their own self-cultivation?
Xu Xinnian raised the corner of her mouth: Where the righteousness is, even if there are thousands of people, I will go.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a sense of pride and courage to face thousands of troops alone.
This inexplicable courage lasted for a quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating.
Self-cultivation is a process of honing your courage in literature. Confucian scholars at this level are convincing every word and action.For example, my elder brother thought what I said made sense just now, so he unconsciously did it.In the future, I will become an official in the court and I will be no worse than you in the judgment of cases.
No, I rely on my real skills, you rely on cheating!Xu Qian said with peace of mind.
This is equivalent to a courageous buff, the prototype of the following words... Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up and he looked at his second uncle. The former said: Farewell to the old days, my brother treats you very well...
roll!Xu Xinnian left without waiting for him to finish speaking.
A vulgar warrior.
……
Xu Qi'an returned to his yard and took a rest.
Suddenly, he woke up inexplicably, and the source that alarmed him was the small jade mirror hidden under the pillow.
A line of small words appeared on the jade mirror:
Jiu: Where are you?
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