Nightwatcher

"Is Fuxiang your friend in Jiaofang Division?" Zhong Li asked.

Xu Qi'an was stunned and said: "How do you know?"

Zhong Li nodded, lowered her head slightly, and walked unhurriedly, "If it wasn't for the close relationship, why would you invite me to see a doctor. And you are a person with great luck, and you won't be like those men. Your servant."

Fifth Senior Sister, you still have the potential to be a detective Xu Qi'an said "Yes": "This Floating Fragrance can be regarded as my confidante, I was talented when I was young, I have a photographic memory, and I am a natural seed for reading.

"But my second uncle planned my life early, so that Dafeng missed a great poet in the world. At the age of fourteen, I took my cousin to participate in the literary meeting organized by the scholars of the Imperial College. That day, it was raining and snowing. You know, it is a gathering of academic exchanges, and some women from the Jiaofang Division will be invited to play music, and Fuxiang is among them.

"I was a blockbuster at the literary meeting. Everyone praised my poems well. Fuxiang also had a deep love for me at that literary meeting. Since then, we have often exchanged letters and developed a platonic love. Plato is the spirit There is absolutely no vulgar physical relationship in love in the world.”

Zhong Li interrupted lightly: "Why are you telling me these things?"

"Promise me, don't tell Caiwei."

"oh."

Zhong Li turned her head to look at him for a moment, then retracted her gaze, and continued to walk, approaching Yingmei Xiaoge, she said, "I know how to look at Qi."

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Before people arrived at Yingmei Xiaoge, Xu Qi'an had already heard the sound of silk and bamboo wind music.

Hey, Yingmei Xiaoge had a tea round so early today? He took Zhong Li to the gate of the courtyard, and saw two black lacquered gates closed, and the sound of drum music came from inside.

Bang bang Xu Qi'an knocked on the courtyard door.

"The small pavilion of Yingmei is reserved." The voice of the boy in Tsing Yi came from inside the door.

"It's me." Xu Qi'an said.

The gate of the courtyard opened, and the young man in Tsing Yi showed joy, and said repeatedly: "Mr. Xu, you are here. Tonight, the Jiaofang Secretary has a very special guest, and he is in the room."

Hearing this, Xu Qi'an frowned, "A great guest?"

From Xu Qi'an's point of view, it's not a big deal to be above the third grade, but officials with this status basically don't come to the Jiaofang Division.

The princes of the court have their own style.

"That's right, as soon as I came to Jiaofangsi, I went straight to Yingmei Xiaoge, and said that I wanted to see our lady's piano skills. Our lady didn't intend to accompany the wine, so she declined." The young servant in Tsing Yi said "Hey", Pretending to be mysterious:

"Guess what?"

Xu Qi'an glanced at her, and replied honestly: "Mom came out in person, and closed the door with Fu Xiang and talked for a long time, but she didn't know what she said, but the lady had no choice but to accept it, and reluctantly came out to present the song .

"The most unbelievable thing is that twelve oirans from the Jiaofang Division came at once, uninvited."

Xu Qi'an was taken aback, and thought that even that bad old man Wang Shoufu wouldn't be treated like this.

Of course, Lao Wang is old, and he probably doesn't have the time and energy to come to the Jiaofang Division to have fun.

"Yes, I didn't expect such a person to exist in the capital. No, the Jiaofang Division must be the place where I stand out. I have to meet this guy."

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an nodded without changing his expression: "Take me to meet you."

At this time, in the hall where the guests were entertained to drink, Fuxiang was sitting in the middle of the field, bowing his head and playing the piano, gentle and glamorous, lively and fragrant.

When she plays the piano, she has a special temperament, not like the oiran in Jiaofangsi, but the lady in the boudoir.

The drinkers sat on the table, except for the man in the blue shirt with a strand of white hair in front of his forehead, the rest of the guests were accompanied by an oiran.

After the song was over, Fuxiang got up and saluted, "I'm laughing."

"Miss Fuxiang is too modest. There is almost no one in the Beijing Jiaofang Division who can compete with you in terms of piano art." A man with a goatee and casual clothes laughed.

"Take your seat quickly, our knights of Chu are waiting." Another man with a big belly echoed.

The drinkers present booed one after another.

Some people even put the words to death, jokingly said: "Since the quatrains about plum blossoms, Lady Fuxiang has stopped drinking with her, but since Brother Chu is back, I have to say something else. Lady Fuxiang, don't let Chu Brother wait a long time."

Fuxiang's eyes were full of sparkles, and he glanced at the drinkers. The identities of these people were not simple, either the officials in charge of real power in the six ministries, or the nobles of the Hanlin Academy, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, etc.

And the man in the green shirt is even more unusual, the number one scholar in the twenty-seventh year of Yuan Jing, and now the number one swordsman in the capital.

He not only satisfies the enthusiasm of Jiaofangsi's women for talents and beauties, but also satisfies their fantasies of knights in the rivers and lakes, double aura. Therefore, as soon as the news came that he had come to the Jiaofang Division, twelve oirans came uninvited and offered to accompany the wine.

"Masters, please forgive me, the little girl is not feeling well, so it is not suitable to drink alcohol today." Fuxiang smiled reservedly, and turned to an unoccupied wine table.

Several officials frowned, feeling unhappy.

Although her fame has spread far and wide, she is no longer limited to the Jiaofang Division in the capital, but she is too self-important, she is just asking her to accompany her for a drink, and she doesn't intend to do anything to her.

On the contrary, the blue-clothed swordsman smiled freely and didn't take it seriously.

The drinkers here are all Jinshi who were born in the 27th year of Yuanjing, and they have a very good relationship with him. This time, they came to Jiaofangsi to drink, firstly, to reminisce about the past, and secondly, to see the famous Fuxiang Oiran.

In Chu Zhuangyuan's view, appearance is secondary, but it is this restrained temperament that he admires quite a lot.

Ming Yan looked left and right, raised a bright smile, and warmed up the scene by saying: "Ladies Fuxiang, since we got married with Mr. Xu, we no longer accompany wine. She is still waiting for Mr. Xu to redeem her body, gentlemen, please don't embarrass her."

Although all the officials present here are officials with real power, they are all younger brothers in front of the watchmen. In front of Xu Qi'an, who was just a knighted watchman, he was the younger brother among the younger brothers.

Sure enough, the drinkers restrained their displeasure and lowered their heads to drink.

Chu Zhuangyuan raised his eyebrows: "Master Xu? Who is Mr. Xu?"

For some reason, he is very sensitive to the surname "Xu".

At the same time, I remembered what Number 1 said when Number 2 asked Number 1 about information about a Xu Tongluo in the Dishu chat group:

This person's greatest weakness is lust, and he has affairs with many courtesans of the Jiaofang Division

Then, I got in touch with No. 3 who I just met but pretended not to know him. There was a cousin who was outstanding in poetry. That cousin was the one who wrote "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk" and became famous for floating fragrance. .

Ming Yan waited for a while, seeing that no one was rushing to answer, he smiled and said, "Speaking of Mr. Xu, he is really an incredible character. He made his fortune in the tax and bank case last October."

Come on, let's talk about Xu Qi'an's deeds in detail.

"When I was in Yunzhou, I stood in front of 8,000 enemy troops with one sword and one man, and fought alone for half an hour"

The oirans of the Jiaofang Division had heard this story several times, but they still listened with gusto and fascination.

Fuxiang was a little proud, a little proud, raised her chin, and said softly: "Xu Lang is facing thousands of enemy troops when he is exhausted."

Seeing this, another oiran, Xiaoya, quickly took the topic, and said crisply: "Young man is chivalrous, and he makes friends with Wu Duxiong. His liver and gallbladder are full, and his hair grows. In the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand dollars."

"good words!"

Chu Zhuangyuan praised it loudly, but at the same time, a doubt flashed in his heart:

Didn't No. 2 say that there were more than 400 rebels besieging the chief envoy, and Xu Qi'an beheaded 200 enemies and died exhausted. How did it become 8,000 people?

An official said: "It is indeed a good poem, such a great talent, it is a pity not to study, then Xu Pingzhi is not a son of man."

The rest of the drinkers nodded in agreement, and said: "It's a pity that Xu Qi'an didn't come to the Jiaofang Secretary today, otherwise he must know the talent of our number one scholar."

Hearing this sentence, a series of "?" appeared in Chu Zhuangyuan's mind

Didn't Xu Qi'an die in battle in Yunzhou? After more than a month, it's impossible that the capital didn't get news.

At this moment, Fuxiang cheered in surprise: "Xu Lang!"

The young man in Tsing Yi led Xu Qi'an into the hospital, walked to the hall, and said: "It's not a villain who picks things up, that master is much more popular than you.

"I've asked the sisters in the courtyard about it. Hu, this master is a legend. The number one scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing, for some reason, later resigned from office and became a quack.

"Afterwards, he shined brilliantly and became famous in the capital. He was hailed by Duke Wei as the number one swordsman in the capital."

Xu Qi'an stopped abruptly, thinking what the hell, number four is in there?

What's the matter with the champion of Dafeng, are all the old drivers of Jiaofangsi?

No. 4 knew that I was my old cousin, and knew that I had died in Yunzhou. Now that I am not dead, when I turned around and talked about Li Miaozhen in the Dishu chat group, I would think of the fact that I was induced by "No. 3" to die socially. Xu Qi'an never expected that social death would come so quickly.

"Xu Lang!"

Amidst Fuxiang's voice of surprise, Xu Qi'an discovered that social death came faster than he imagined.

In the hall, the drinkers and oirans all turned their heads, and their eyes fell on him.

Given the current situation where No. 4 and No. 2 are at war, they probably wouldn't take the initiative to chat. Xu Qi'an suppressed all his emotions in an instant, stepped into the hall with a smile on his face, and bowed:

"I'm bothering you all."

All the officials present showed smiles, shouted "Master Viscount", and warmly greeted him to take his seat, as if they knew Xu Qi'an very well.

The oirans were more surprised.

"Xu Lang."

Fuxiang smiled like a flower, led him to a seat, and poured wine attentively.

When Xu Qi'an took his seat, he looked back and found that Zhong Li was gone.

She must be hiding somewhere, but don't stay too far away from me, otherwise the Jiaofang Secretary may be burned tonight. Thinking in my heart, Xu Qi'an looked at No. 4 and looked at him openly.

Number four is a handsome and handsome guy. A strand of white hair on his forehead adds to his charm.

Chu Zhuangyuan was also examining Xu Qi'an, among other things, just because of his appearance, he believed that the watchman in front of him was No. 3's cousin.

The two brothers are both talented and handsome.

How did he survive? Chu Zhuangyuan nodded and said, "Chu Yuanzhen, the words are true."

Xu Qi'an cupped his hands: "Xu Qi'an, the name is Ningyan."

The next thing is to play wine orders, Wen Qinghuakui Xiaoya is responsible for acting as the order officer, from pairing to poetry solitaire, it is a joy to play.

The only regret is that Xu Qi'an didn't participate, but let Fu Xiang around him do it for him, and he only cared about drinking and eating meat by himself.

Xu Qi'an's visit to Jiaofang Division this time was to visit Fuxiang, seeing her in high spirits and rosy complexion, he believed that it was really just a small cold, and he was just worrying about it.

"Such a beautiful day, Master Xu really didn't write a poem?" An official was not reconciled and encouraged Xu Qi'an to write a poem.

Xu Qi'an excused it by saying that his writing was exhausted.

Not only the officials present were disappointed, but also the oirans felt sorry.

In fact, it's not that he didn't want to write poems, but that he didn't think of when to write poems.

Today Wei Yuan gave him a mission, which is to mediate among them, to prevent No. 4 and No. 2 from colliding with each other, and let them fight to the end.

In this way, he had to increase his favorability with No. 4 first.

"Brother Chu, yesterday I heard from my colleagues in the yamen that due to the imminent dispute between heaven and man, Li Miaozhen, a disciple of the Tianzong sect, is about to go to Beijing. And you are the sword cultivator of the Renzong sect." Xu Qi'an paused and did not continue, but the implication was obvious .

Number four Chu Yuanzhen smiled and said, "I will represent Renzong and fight against Tianzong's disciples."

He knew everything about Xu Qi'an, he had befriended Li Miaozhen when he was in Yunzhou, and he was a Tongluo who was valued by Wei Yuan, so it's not surprising to know these inside stories.

Xu Qi'an took advantage of the situation to look at the long sword leaning against the wine table, and asked curiously: "Can I let my younger brother see the sharpness of this sword?"

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head: "Ever since losing to Zhang Kaitai, this sword has never been unsheathed."

"That's over, the sword is rusted to death in the scabbard." Xu Qi'an blurted out.

"What?" Number four was taken aback.

"My little brother means why the sword doesn't come out of its sheath."

Chu Yuanzhen had a gentle smile, without putting on airs, and answered every question: "I am cultivating the sword energy. If the sword does not come out, it will be sharp, and if it comes out, it will be very sharp."

Xu Qi'an nodded slowly, suddenly inspiration came, he held the wine glass, frowned, pretending to be in thought.

"What's wrong?" Four asked.

Xu Qi'an said leisurely: "Previously I was exhausted and couldn't write good poems, but after listening to Brother Chu's words, my writing and thinking suddenly surged, and I couldn't help but want to write a poem."

The eyes of the drinkers and oirans lit up "shua", looking at them with burning eyes.

Number four was a little surprised, a little pleasantly surprised, straightened his sitting posture, "All ears."

PS: The code came out before 12 o'clock, so I changed it first and then changed it.