I have a role in the heavens

Poetry is not very popular during tea gatherings in Jiaofangsi. In the past two hundred years, because Neo-Confucianism has been orthodox, the spirituality of scholars has been obliterated. Very few excellent poems have been published. Scholars are not good at composing poems and lyrics. During tea gatherings, , they will naturally avoid poetry, mostly Feihua Ling, Duizi and the like.

Most of the guests here tonight are uneducated and have mediocre knowledge. It is a little difficult just to read pairs. The oiran has a good heart, so naturally she will not write out more difficult poems. , making guests unhappy and affecting the atmosphere.

At this time, Fuxiang Oiran Yingying stood up, blessed her body, and began to thank the guests with a soft voice.

"The little lady is a little tired. Please leave first and let us drink slowly."

The tea party is basically over at this point. If Fuxiang Courtesan has a guest he likes, he will order his maid to come and notify him, let the guest stay, introduce him to her boudoir, and become her guest. Naturally, it is warm and fragrant nephrite, enjoying endless blessings.

If Fuxiang Oiran doesn't like any of the guests, the maid will see them off directly and wait for the next tea ceremony to start.

Tonight's guests looked alternately expectant and anxious, staring intently, waiting for the maid to appear.

Time passed little by little, and after half a stick of incense, a maid came out with light steps, looked around at everyone, smiled sweetly, and said to Mr. Zhao from the Imperial Academy.

"My wife invites Mr. Zhao into the house for tea."

The other guests shook their heads with regret and sighed. Of course, there were also some people who were very graceful and smiled and congratulated Mr. Zhao on winning the heart of the beautiful woman, but didn't take it to heart.

Mr. Zhao was smiling, feeling proud in his heart, looking like a winner, with his head held high, and he was so awesome!

Xu Zisheng was not surprised by this, but Xu Qi'an couldn't sit still. He finally broke through the ninth-level refining realm and could end his career as a boy. He spent ten taels of silver, but he didn't want the money to go down the drain.

Xu Qian immediately asked the maid who was serving the guests to eat and drink for pen and ink and rice paper. Clearing a space on the desk, he knew that his calligraphy was very poor and his calligraphy could not be seen by anyone, so he quickly asked Xu Zisheng for help.

"Brother Li, maybe you can write for me?"

Xu Zisheng has the noble qualities of adult beauty. It is definitely not revenge for Mr. Zhao looking down on him just now. Without any hesitation, he immediately sat upright and held the brush.

Xu Qian spoke quickly, used the moving method again, and said in a deep voice.

"All the flowers are swaying, and only one is blooming, occupying the small garden with all the charm."

Xu Zisheng's pen is as fast as flying, and he writes elegant and unique cursive script. Each stroke shows his skill, penetrating the back of the paper and penetrating into the wood.

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."

In the New Year, dragons and phoenixes dance, vigorous and powerful, like plum blossoms in the twelfth lunar month, proud of the snow and frost, monopolizing the snow in the world.

Xu Qian pulled away the rice paper, called the maid, and gave instructions.

"You can give this poem to Mrs. Fuxiang and go and do it. Tell Yang to be waiting here."

The maid was not very happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her with a handful of broken silver, she immediately trotted away.

…

In the master bedroom, four stacks of screens block the bathtub. Steam lingers on the roof beams. Oiran's fragrance is soaked in hot water filled with rose petals. Her black hair is high, her neck is white and slender, and her delicate and moist skin is hung with The water drops reflect the charming light in the candlelight.

Fu Xiang's skin was as smooth as grease, resembling a jade beauty. A close-fitting maid was serving her by the tub, praising Fu Xiang's skin and saying.

"Master Zhao is already waiting in the tea room next door. I heard from the guests outside that he is a scholar from the Imperial College."

"What's so strange about scholars?"

As the first-class oiran of the Jiaofang Division, Fu Xiang was well-informed and smiled when he heard the words. He never took Mr. Zhao to heart. Tonight, he was just the tallest among the poor, just barely. Fu Xiang said slowly. .

"But with Mr. Zhao's talent, there is still hope for him to pass the exam, and he can be considered a talent!"

The maid has followed Fuxiang for many years and is very familiar with her preferences and temperament. She chuckled and joked.

"I know that you like this kind of talented young master, Madam. Mr. Zhao is so talented that he may become a legend in the future, and Madam, you can also leave his name in history."

"You are making fun of me!"

Fuxiang shook her head, not paying attention to the maid's teasing. They had known each other for many years and were sisters, so they would naturally make some little jokes. She sighed and said half-heartedly.

"It is really difficult for a woman to be famous in history. Even scholars find it difficult to do so. How many scholars have been able to make a name in history throughout the ages? I will never repay such extravagant hope."

"Although Young Master Zhao is very talented, he is still far behind the talents of the number one scholar. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to stay in history! If he were the number one scholar, Xu Zisheng, he would be about the same. It's just a pity that a banished immortal like him can't do it. If he looks down on a woman from a wealthy family like me, his future wives and concubines will definitely be young ladies from aristocratic families, or even royal princesses!"

"Xu Zisheng is unparalleled in the world. There are few men in the world who can compare with him. Madam, you can't set your sights too high!"

At this moment, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maid came in, stood in the hall, and reported in a crisp voice.

"Madam, the guest outside named Yang asked my slave to send a poem."

Fuxiang frowned, a little displeased, and the maid next to her even scolded harshly.

"There are no rules. My wife has already chosen Mr. Zhao. How can I change it? Are you taking advantage of him?"

The little maid lowered her head, not daring to talk back. Fuxiang's face showed a hint of majesty, and she opened her mouth to give instructions.

"Put it on the table. Go out and tell the guests that Fuxiang is impressed."

The little maid responded with a sigh of relief, put the rice paper on the table, and left in embarrassment.

After bathing, Fu Xiang put on a thin gauze skirt, her graceful figure was looming, and her bare white feet came to sit down at the table. His eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, he picked it up casually and said to the maid beside him.

"Go and invite Mr. Zhao in."

Suddenly, Fu Xiang's eyes froze and he looked at the rice paper dreamily: Yingmei Xiaoge presented Fu Xiang.

"All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, taking up the charm of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the dark fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk."

The maid had just walked to the door and was about to open it to invite Mr. Zhao when she suddenly heard the lady's sharp shout from behind her.

"Wait!"

The maid turned around and saw that Fu Xiang was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, and her face looked weirder than ever before. That was an emotion the maid had never seen on her face.

The oiran asked loudly in an urgent and sharp voice.

"Who, who sent the poem just now? Which young master is it? Tell me quickly!!"

The maid was startled, looked at Fuxiang with some confusion, and muttered.

"It seems to be a scholar named Yang!"

"No, shouldn't the surname be Xu? I recognize this cursive calligraphy, so why is it named Yang?"

The oiran lady rushed to the door desperately.

"Madam, madam, how can you go out looking like this? You can't do it!"

The maid hugged Fuxiang Oiran tightly, Fuxiang struggled desperately, her face flushed with anxiety, and she shouted repeatedly.

"Let me go, let me go quickly."

"Don't let that young man go away, chase him back quickly."

The maid couldn't figure it out. Just a poem made her lose her composure like never before. She completely ignored her usual knowledge, sense, and gentleness.

"Madam, please be patient for a moment. I will go immediately to invite the young master who wrote the poem."

After the maid left, the oiran woman sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the paper in her hand in a daze.

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the dark fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk. Give the floating fragrance, give the floating fragrance!"

Big tears rolled down Fuxiang's pretty face, and she lay on the table and started crying.

"This is Zhuangyuanlang's calligraphy, and he's actually here!"

At this time, the beautiful Xu Zisheng was outside. After helping Xu Qian's ghostwriting, he left calmly, waving his sleeves and heading towards the territory of other courtesans. There is no place for him to stay here, he has his own place to stay.

The maid who was waiting beside Fu Xiang came quickly with small steps, her eyes were slightly anxious as she searched the crowd. When she saw Xu Qi'an, her expression relaxed, and she came at a leisurely pace, blessing her body with a delicate look. road.

"Mr. Yang, did you compose the poem?"

"it's me!"

Xu Qian's face showed a humble and restrained smile, and he was secretly proud in his heart. It was indeed a good poem that had been passed down through the ages. It really impressed the oiran lady. Tonight, he would transform into a butterfly and grow up.

The maid smiled, her expression became more respectful, her eyebrows were lowered, she bowed and invited her softly.

"My wife invites you."

Xu Qian nodded calmly and followed the maid towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic. This scene also attracted the attention of the guests who planned to stay in Yingmei Pavilion, and they whispered to each other.

"Hey, why did he follow me in?"

"This, this is against the rules. How can two people get in?"

"The maid seemed to be talking about poetry just now, and I happened to see what he and the handsome young man wrote."

The maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and motioned for Xu Qi'an to enter, but she had no intention of going in and said respectfully.

"Master Yang, please come in!"

The moment the shoji door opened, a warm fragrance hit your face. The floor was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen. It was expensive but also very labor-intensive.

The lichen is embroidered with blue lotus flowers and clouds of auspicious clouds. A woman walks on it, and the lotus flowers grow every step of the way. A man walks on it, and the clouds grow smoothly. It can be seen that Fuxiang Oiran is thoughtful and considerate.

A three-fold screen copied from the famous painting "Rain Beats the Plantains" separates the sleeping area and the brocade hall. A stunningly beautiful young woman is kneeling on a small couch with a pot door in front of the screen. A phoenix tail is placed on the small couch. Qin, she was wearing a light gauze dress, her jade-like skin was looming, and she was looking at the door with a smile.

The two people's eyes met, and she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her lips. The most gentle way she lowered her head was like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze.

When Fuxiang Oiran was serving wine, she was as elegant as a lady, but now, she is charming, speechless, and touching. She is worthy of being the first-class Oiran of the Jiaofang Division. Her charm is so great that Xu Qi'an is very happy. I feel overwhelmed and restless.

"I have long heard that Miss Fuxiang has a beautiful country, with ice-cold skin and bones. She is not as beautiful as a person in the mortal world. I didn't believe it before and thought it was exaggerated. But now it seems that my knowledge is shallow. Miss Fuxiang can be called a beauty. The most beautiful woman in the world."

Xu Qi'an had a look of obsession on his face, his eyes were hazy, and he was intoxicated without being intoxicated. He was admiring the astonishing beauty of this floating fragrance. The charming oiran in front of him could go out of the hall, go to the kitchen, and charm people to death. He was definitely a beauty in the world. !

"Master Xu, why do you need to make fun of the slave family?"

Fuxiang pursed her lips and lowered her head shyly, with a smile on her face and eyes, obviously very happy.

"The slave family would like to thank the master. If the slave family can be remembered in history in the future, it will definitely be the master's contribution."

Xu Qian was stunned when he heard this. This Fuxiang courtesan actually knew his identity, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise.

"How did Miss Fuxiang know that my surname is Xu?"

There was a look of admiration on Fuxiang's face, her eyes were blurred, revealing a myriad of charms, alluring, touching, and laughing in a low voice.

"Who in the world doesn't know that the Number One Scholar's surname is Xu and that he was born in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. I was lucky enough to see the original calligraphy of the Number One Scholar, so I was able to recognize the Number One Scholar's identity!"

Xu Qi'an sighed immediately after hearing this. Grandma, it turned out to be a mistake. This oiran lady did not invite her because of her ancient poem, but regarded herself as Xu Zisheng's son of fate. Although he wanted to be with her very much, What happened to this oiran, but he was not a villain who took advantage of others, so he quickly waved his hand and explained.

"Miss Fuxiang, you misunderstood. I am not the number one scholar Xu Zisheng. He left just now. He was sitting next to me!"

"Why would the No. 1 scholar deceive the slave family? Didn't you write this poem?"

Fuxiang was a little surprised when she heard this, her starry eyes flashed with ripples, and she asked quickly.

"Although this poem was written by me, it was ghostwritten by Zhuang Yuan Lang. I am not good at calligraphy. In order to avoid looking ugly, I asked Zhuang Yuan Lang for help. After he finished writing this poem, he left!"

Fuxiang was extremely surprised when she heard this, her clear and dreamy eyes flashed with tears. After all, she missed it. She didn't expect that she had eyes for gold and jade, so she used the number one scholar as an embroidered pillow. She was extremely upset and regretted it. It's just that the matter has reached this point, and there is nothing more that can be done.

It took a long time for Fuxiang Oiran to come back to her senses. She turned her eyes slightly and looked at Xu Qian, who was a little embarrassed. This young man was honest and had the air of a gentleman. Although he was not as good-looking as the number one scholar, he had both talent and appearance. But poetic talent is unparalleled and rare.

"Mr. Xu, let me make you laugh!"

"The number one scholar is a man that the daughters of Kyoto admire, and Ukiko is no exception!"

"I know and understand that there is a little girl in my family who I also admire very much. Who in Kyoto doesn't know the number one scholar Xu Zisheng!"

"Thank you very much Mr. Xu for your generosity. Fu Xiang will play a song for you to express your gratitude!"

In any case, Xu Qi'an wrote a good poem that will go down in history. If this oiran lady is also famous in history, she will not be rude.

This oiran is a master of two things. He is good at playing the piano and poetry. He doesn’t know much about poetry, but he plays the piano really well. Xu Qi'an, a person who is not familiar with music, can still calm down and immerse himself in it.

After all this trouble, Fuxiang Oiran also figured out that there are ten birds in the forest, it is better to catch one in the hand, so it is better to catch the talented man in front of him first.

"Master, do you want to sit with me all night?"

Xu Qi'an has now opened the Heavenly Gate and entered the realm of Qi training. He no longer has to worry about the cessation of martial arts. He knows the elegant meaning after hearing the words. With a lewd expression on his face, he comes forward and says with a smile.

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't understand amorous feelings? How can I sit here all night?"

Xu Qian still didn't forget the purpose of his trip. He had a bright smile on his face and his eyes were blazing as he stared at the oiran Fuxiang. His scorching gaze made Fuxiang faintly afraid.

At Mao o'clock the next day, Xu Qian's biological clock naturally woke up. Looking at the beautiful woman around him, he felt extremely proud. Being able to become the guest of the oiran of the Jiaofang Department with a poem was naturally something worth bragging about and would make others jealous to death!

Xu Qian looked at this beautiful face. Without disturbing the beauty, he climbed up quietly without making a sound during the whole process. He quietly left the Jiaofang Division and went to the watchman's office.

On the other side, in the attic built next to the cliff. The three great scholars had just finished their discussion when the scholar sent a letter, saying that the eldest princess had visited the academy and had someone deliver it to her.

The eldest princess wrote in her handwriting that a masterpiece had recently appeared in the capital, and scholars in the capital were talking about it. The Imperial College was regarded as the leader in poetry in the past century, surpassing Yunlu Academy's farewell poem.

Moreover, compared to the farewell poem, this poem, the first in the past century, was written by Jiaofangsi, a talented and beautiful woman. The story is more interesting and more widely circulated. At the end, the eldest princess attached this poem, which became popular among scholars in the capital in just a few days Red poem.

"I've been in seclusion for a few days, and a world-shaking masterpiece came out of the capital?"

Zhang Shen realized something because Xu Zisheng broke the Cheng family's sub-sage stone tablet, and went into seclusion for a few days. Unexpectedly, he encountered this stunning masterpiece as soon as he came out of seclusion. He stared at the poem attached by the eldest princess.

"All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, taking up the charm of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the dark fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk."

Zhang Shen was like a sculpture. He was silent for a long time. He gently put down the paper in his hand and looked at Li Mubai and Chen Tai who were drinking tea and chatting.

"Chunjing, Youping, look at this."

Zhang Shen's sudden serious look made the two scholars stunned. Li Mubai took the paper and glanced at it quickly, then his eyes became concentrated and his relaxed and freehand gesture faded away.

"Let me see."

Seeing the two people's expressions, Chen Tai reached out and took out the paper. After reading it once, he savored it carefully for a long time.

Chen Daru let out a long sigh and was amazed.

"Sparse shadows, subtle fragrance, two sentences describe the beauty of Bianmei. It is really thoughtful."

Li Mubai nodded when he heard this, and then started to comment.

"Compared with Ning Yan's song "Who in the World Doesn't Know You", it certainly makes people feel heroic, but in terms of the profoundness of the artistic conception, the beauty of the words, and the extraordinary charm, it is indeed far different.

Zhang Shen sighed while stroking his beard and said very impartially.

"As soon as this poem came out, it was an unsurpassed masterpiece of praising plum blossoms. Who is this Yang Ling? He has such a talent, but I have never heard of it."

Chen Tai read the handwriting again, carefully caressing the handwriting on the paper with his fingers, and said with great admiration.

"The poetry is good, the calligraphy is even better, the muscles and bones are strong, mellow and free, the power penetrates the back of the paper, and penetrates into the wood three-thirds. This is the writing power of a saint of calligraphy!"

At this point, the tea room became quiet, and none of the three great scholars spoke.

A sour smell fermented and filled the air. Zhang Shen thought for a long time and said.

"I think the dean should be notified immediately to recruit this scholar into the academy. Such a talent must not be buried."

Chen Tai and Li Mubai readily agreed. They couldn't see the talent and quickly agreed.

"That makes sense."

Xu Qi'an, who had lost her virginity, was in high spirits and walked with wind in her eyes. She once again came to Yunlu Academy with her little cousin and visited two teachers.

The lectures of the three great scholars happened to be over, and they knew that the students they valued were visiting, so they simply gathered in the hall to drink tea.

"You live in the capital. You know that a masterpiece has recently appeared in the capital. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. It's wonderful, wonderful."

Chen Tai glanced at Zhang Shen and Li Mubai, put down the teacup in his hand, and warned Xu Qian.

"Ning Yan, although you are talented in poetry, don't be arrogant. You must know that there are many scholars in the world who have hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

"This old man is just jealous that we got a good student!"

Zhang Shen and Li Mubai looked at each other, and such a thought arose in their minds at the same time. However, because these words were mature words, there was no way to refute them, so they could only endure it and said the same to Xu Qian.

"This poem is truly amazing and beautiful. Ning Yan doesn't need to compare it with its authenticity. It's useless to compare it with the authenticity of "The Plum Blossoms" is a masterpiece that will last forever.

"Although today's scholars lack some spiritual energy, there is an example after all. That Yang Ling may not be able to compose a second poem. And with Ning Yan's poetic talent, it is very possible that there will be a third and fourth poem in the future. of."

Xu Qi'an looked at the three great scholars with innocent and sincere eyes, and said very humbly.

"Teacher, I composed this poem!"