Nightwatcher

After a thousand calls, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

When Bai Juyi wrote this sentence back then, did he insinuate that the pipa girl was hypocritical?

Xu Qi'an felt that the oiran lady called Hongxiu was pretentious, or did she think too highly of herself? It was late in the second half of the tea circle, and with a light laugh, holding the wine glass, he said:

"I'm not feeling well, so I rested for a while. Don't be offended by the masters."

After drinking a glass of wine as an apology, there is no performance.

However, there are also conscientious officials who act as orderlings and play wine orders. Well, there are all gongs present, and it is definitely not Yaling who is doing it, but punching and rolling dice.

The smile on his face is too professional. His waist is straight and his body is a little stiff. This shows that he has not really integrated into the atmosphere. It is more taboo to have physical contact with alcoholics. I touched my little hand just now, and there is disgust in my eyes

Summary: Look down on warriors.

Xu Qi'an likes to observe people's micro expressions and subtle movements. Because these details are a certain degree of refraction of the heart.

This is an occupational disease left over from his past years.

The performance of the red-sleeved girl reminded Xu Qi'an of the first time he met Fuxiang Oiran, the oiran who was well-known in the teaching workshop that day, also had such a superficially polite but inwardly alienated attitude.

It's just that Fu Xiang's professional ethics is higher, not so obvious, but this red sleeve is a bit naked.

Of course, Fuxiang is the oiran of the Beijing Jiaofang Division, where is the capital? The gathering of dignitaries and dignitaries is not comparable to Yuzhou.

In addition to professional ethics, Hongxiu is naturally extremely beautiful in terms of appearance, with the softness and delicate temperament of Jiangnan women.

He always speaks with ending sounds like "Ya" and "Nee", and he is soft and soft. Talking to anyone is like talking to a lover.

"Let's play a song for the masters." Hongxiu said with a gentle smile.

"The piano skills of the red-sleeve lady are unrivaled in Yuzhou Jiaofang Division. If you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, you must listen to the piano sound of the red-sleeved lady." The official of the Water Transport Yamen praised immediately.

It's like introducing the special products of your hometown to distinguished guests from afar, how to say it nicely.

After playing the song, the official of the Water Transport Yamen raised his wine glass with a smile: "How are you, my lords?"

Song Tingfeng is an old fritter, raised his glass quickly, and took over the topic: "For example, the fragrance oiran of the Jiaofang Division in the capital is not too far behind."

Xu Qi'an, who was still a bit behind, didn't prefer his girlfriend, but just evaluated from an objective point of view.

"Is it the fragrant oiran with "sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk"?" The eyes of the officials of the Water Transport Yamen suddenly lit up.

There is a long distance between Yuzhou and the capital, but this poem has been published for a long time, and the correspondence between scholars has spread it to scholars in various states.

These two poems have been widely circulated, and they are more popular than "Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king".

"Exactly." Song Tingfeng said.

"It is rumored that Lady Fuxiang is beautiful and heavenly, and she is a first-class beauty in the world." The official of the Water Transport Yamen asked expectantly.

This is the filter of fame. Fuxiang is the most famous courtesan in the capital, with such a halo on her head, in the eyes of men who are keen on romantic places, she is simply a goddess of Tianzihao.

The red-sleeved lady's smile was slightly stiff, a little unhappy.

In her yard, discussing a big name in the same industry, and talking about it like this, she felt shameless.

Song Tingfeng didn't seem to notice the displeasure of the red-sleeved lady, he laughed strangely, pointed at Xu Qi'an and said, "I'll ask him."

Xu Qi'an said lightly: "It's not bad, among the beauties I've seen, I can rank among the top five."

When he said this, many beauties flashed in his mind: Aunt, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Guoshi, Chu Caiwei

Do people say?

Everyone couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an.

"You really know how to joke, my lord really knows how to joke." The official of the Water Transport Yamen said with a dry smile.

"I'm not joking," said the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao, explaining for his colleagues, "Floating Fragrance is his best friend."

The officials of the Water Transport Yamen's face almost collapsed, and they worked hard to manage their expressions so that they didn't laugh at themselves.

Is Fuxiang his best friend? The most famous prostitute in the capital, would she fall in love with a vulgar martial artist like you?

Why don't you say that the princess is your good friend, why don't you say that the mysterious female national teacher is your good friend.

However, bragging in the wine field is basic practice, and the officials from the Water Transport Yamen who came to accompany the wine were disdainful, but they still smiled on the surface.

The disdain in the vulgar man's red-sleeved oiran's eyes was not concealed, but she was drinking with her head down, so that no one else could see her.

She doesn't like martial arts at all, she doesn't know how to be compassionate and cherish jade, she speaks and does things very rudely, unlike a scholar, she is gentle and elegant, reciting poems and doing right things, and she is also polite to the women in the Jiaofang Division.

"I didn't expect my lord to have such a relationship with Mrs. Fuxiang. I don't know my lord's surname Gao?" Hongxiu said half seriously and half mockingly.

The officials of the Water Transport Yamen stared at her with reproachful eyes, and hurriedly picked up the wine glass: "Drink, drink."

This topic has been brought up, Song Tingfeng said with a smile: "Ning Yan, it's a good thing the boss didn't go to Yunzhou with him, otherwise we would definitely not agree to us coming to the Jiaofang Division to have fun."

Xu Qi'an said: "This is not for fun, this is for sightseeing, next time the boss asks, you can answer him like this."

Ning Yan, this should be his character. Hongxiu glanced at Xu Qi'an.

The tea round is over.

The red-sleeved oiran left the table early, and then, there was no sound.

Not keeping that guest for tea meant that she didn't like the watchman present.

"I don't know how to flatter you!" said a watchman in a deep voice.

The officials of the Water Transport Yamen were a little embarrassed, and they were quite annoyed. They were not targeting the beaters, but the red sleeves.

It's just that the Jiaofang Division is not under the management of the Water Transport Yamen. As one of the six oirans of the Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, Hongxiu doesn't need to look at the face of the Water Transport Yamen to live.

Song Tingfeng waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay, then let's move on to the next game?"

Xu Qi'an agreed with Lao Song's approach, forcibly twisted melons are not sweet.

A group of people left the yard, and Song Tingfeng and the three turned to the river. Under the cover of night, they stood on the bank to solve the swelling of the bladder.

In the burning charcoal-fired bedroom, Hong Xiu took a sip of hangover tea, sat in front of the dressing table, and let the maid who pushed the door in squeeze her shoulders.

"Mistress, they are leaving." The servant girl smiled lightly, "She actually said that Fuxiang, the number one prostitute in the capital, is his good friend. Even Nunu can see that she is talking big."

Hong Xiu curled her lips and said lightly: "Warrior is like this, vulgar and vulgar."

After resting for a while, a servant girl knocked on the door and said outside: "Lady, Young Master Wei is taking his classmates to make a reservation."

When Hongxiu heard this, his complexion brightened immediately, and he said happily: "Serve the young masters with wine, let them wait for a while."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly urged the servant girl: "Please wait for me to change clothes, and take the most beautiful gold-woven skirt."

Mr. Wei is the nephew of the magistrate of Yuzhou. He is a scholar who has read poetry and books.

After changing into a beautiful Luo skirt, wearing a jade hairpin and a golden step on her head, the well-dressed Hongxiu came to the wine room and greeted gracefully: "Hongxiu has met some young masters."

She naturally sat next to Mr. Wei in white robe, a young scholar, pointing out the world, writing passionately, this is the environment she likes.

Every time at this time, I am extremely envious of the first prostitute in the capital who has never met, but is like a thunderbolt.

How lucky is it to meet a student with outstanding talents and receive poems from him, which will last forever.

"A few adults from the capital came here just now, they seem to be watchers," Hongxiu poured wine for Mr. Wei while chatting about it, and said with a smile:

"Someone actually said that the Floating Fragrance Oiran in the capital is his best friend."

The scholars present laughed, "This is really interesting, how could Miss Fuxiang fall in love with a vulgar martial artist?"

"Brother Wei went to the capital half a month ago, did you go to see the demeanor of Fuxiang Huakui?"

"I'm ashamed and ashamed. I've played tea circle three times, but I've only seen Floating Fragrance Huakui once." The white-robed Mr. Wei showed his obsession when he said this:

"Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Twilight People live up to their name, overwhelming the country and the city."

A young master immediately asked, "Does Fuxiang Oiran have a good friend?"

Mr. Wei suddenly said: "I remembered something. When I was playing tea round that day, I was chatting with the guests at the table. He said that Fuxiang had not received customers for a long time. See Fangrong.

But ah, there is a person who frequently goes in and out of Yingmei Xiaoge, so the courtyard of Fuxiang is called Yingmei Xiaoge. It is said that this person is Fuxiang's lover. "

The hearts of the young masters who were present were moved: "The poet who wrote the song "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk"?"

Young Master Wei sighed, "Who else is there besides him?"

After a pause, he looked around at everyone, and said in a tone of sharing secrets: "This person's identity is extraordinary. This poem has been widely circulated, and everyone knows about it, but why is the poet not well-known, or even unknown? Talk about it. Don't you think it's strange?"

This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they all speculated: "Your identity is sensitive, so you can't talk to others?"

The red-sleeved oiran listened with sparkling eyes, and she was the one who was most curious about the identity of the poet. That is a talented person who can make the daughter of Jiaofangsi completely reborn.

After a moment of discussion among his companions, Mr. Wei pressed his hand, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

He shook his head and said, "Because that person's real identity is a watchman, not a scholar."

"It's so?!" Everyone was shocked, and suddenly realized.

No wonder Rulin didn't publicize the identity of the poet at all, and tacitly chose to forget that he was a watchman, not a scholar.

The watchman said that he had no intention of speaking, but the listener had intentions, and the red sleeve sank suddenly with one heart.

She opened her mouth and said in a shy voice, "Call, what's your name?"

Mr. Wei glanced sideways at the beauty, and said, "Xu Qi'an, the name is Ning Yan."

When the wine glass fell on the table, it slid to the ground and shattered.

Everyone looked at Hongxiu one after another. This beauty's face was pale and her eyes were dull, like a lifeless paper flower.

Just as she was at a loss, Hongxiu suddenly lay down on the table, mournfully and painfully, crying pear blossoms with rain, crying heartbroken, her body trembling.

PS: I finally rushed out a chapter. I don’t have time to check the typos carefully. I will post it first, and everyone will help catch the bugs.