Nightwatcher

The oiran Qiming inkstone worth 8,000 taels of selling her life froze, and she couldn't help feeling gratification, joy, jealousy and other emotions, with mixed feelings.

The oirans were also in mixed feelings. Eight thousand taels was enough to buy a luxury mansion in a luxurious location in the inner city. The Secretary of the Jiaofang claimed to sell gold caves, but there were very few examples of spending the entire eight thousand taels to redeem the lives of famous prostitutes.

Officials dare not, while merchants and rich men are in love with money.

But Xu Yingong did it, he put it down lightly, and what he put down was a total of 8,000 taels of silver.

What touched the hearts of the oiran ladies the most was that Miss Fuxiang was dying of illness and time was running out. So the eight thousand taels of silver was just bought for the wish of a prostitute.

In the world, which man can do this for a woman like them?

Xu Yinluo is different from other men. The hearts of all the oirans almost softened, and they stared at the young man in the Confucian robe.

"Xu Lang"

Looking at the deed of sale on the table, Fu Xiang laughed, her face was full of tears.

Xu Qi'an, who owes you everything, sat by the bed and sighed.

Fu Xiang looked at him softly, her pretty face flushed, and she choked up and said, "You don't have to come, I, I don't look good right now."

Xu Qi'an reached out to touch her cheek with a complicated expression.

"I still have a wish."

Fu Xiang turned her head, looked at all the oirans, and said: "I want to present a dance for Xu Lang at the end, and I kindly ask my younger sisters to accompany me."

The oirans nodded.

Fu Xiang smiled, and then looked at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, go to the outer hall and wait for a while"

After she left, Fuxiang changed into a layered and gorgeous red dress embroidered with red plum blossoms. Meier combed her hair, put it in a bun, and put on luxurious hair accessories.

The eyebrow pencil traced a delicate curve, the lip balm painted flaming red lips, and the blush restored the color of her pale face.

Fu Xiang stared at the peerless beauty in the mirror and smiled.

Six years ago, a stunning young girl came to Jiaofang Division. She was degraded as the daughter of a criminal minister, but she had a special purpose.

She practiced piano skills hard, studied poetry and prose, and became the oiran of the Jiaofang Division, and her fame spread far and wide.

Six years passed by, and it was time for her to end this period of life, but a young man broke into her world, like a ray of light, splitting the dark sky.

At the end of this journey, the young man was not absent, drawing a successful conclusion for her.

Fu Xiang stood up, lifted her skirt, and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor, as if she had run for six years, and met him at the end.

In the hall, the music of silk and bamboo pipes was melodious.

The red dress dances solo.

As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

At the end, she fell into Xu Qi'an's arms.

The beauty in her arms raised her head, her face was full of tears, and she was extremely sad: "Xu Lang, I'm leaving, in the future"

All I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; all I fear is that I am insignificant and forgotten in a moment.

Xu Qi'an put his arms around her and said softly: "From now on, I won't come to the Jiaofang Division."

It starts with you and ends with you.

For Xu Qi'an, this is also the end of a certain journey in life.

Fu Xiang laughed, bright and moving like never before, graceful and graceful like a plum blossom.

A wisp of ghost drifted away, gracefully and gracefully going to a distant place.

In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other oirans wept in low voices with tears streaming down their faces.

The fragrant oiran died, and this famous prostitute completely washed away her charms and bid farewell to the career of Jiaofangsi.

But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared in the Jiaofang Division today and spent 8,000 taels of silver to redeem her body and help her get out of low status. The news spread throughout the Jiaofang Division in an instant.

Spend 8,000 taels to redeem a terminally ill courteous woman, even the script can't write such a plot.

Compared to Xu Qi'an spending a lot of money, just to satisfy the beauty's wish. Those gifted scholars in the scriptures often give a heartfelt description, which is both pale and powerless.

For a while, the women of the Jiaofang Division were talking about Xu Qi'an, the legendary Dafeng Yingong, the former Yingong.

The Jiaofang Division has always been a transfer station for the spread of rumors. In just two days, almost all the guests who are eligible to spend at the Jiaofang Division know about it.

In this era, the love story between a poor scholar and a rich daughter, and the love story between a gifted scholar and a famous prostitute can be regarded as two enduring themes.

Anyone who heard about this matter couldn't help but praise Qi'an for his kindness and righteousness, and talked about it and spread it.

It was passed on from ten to ten, and the people in the market, the merchant class, and the officialdom all regarded this matter as a topic of conversation after dinner.

When Wang Shoufu was eating this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumor.

"Eight thousand taels of silver, if I manage it, within a year, I can double it. Big brother, do you think Xu Qi'an is stupid, if it's for the sake of embracing the beauty.

"It happens to be a terminally ill person, so the eight thousand taels will be in vain."

Noticing his father coming in, Second Young Master Wang immediately interrupted the conversation and lowered his head to drink the porridge.

The Wang family has strict family education, advocating not talking when eating or sleeping.

Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, looked at his second son, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Second Brother Wang muttered, "No, it's nothing."

Wang Shoufu waved his hand: "Just say, um, is it related to Xu Qi'an?"

Seeing that his father was not displeased, Second Brother Wang said: "The Floating Fragrance Oiran of the Jiaofang Division is terminally ill, and there is no cure for it. Then Xu Qi'an spent 8,000 taels to redeem her body, just to fulfill the beauty's long-cherished wish. It is really ridiculous."

After commenting, he asked cautiously, "Father, what do you think?"

Wang Shoufu ignored him and finished his porridge silently.

The second brother Wang was not affirmed by his father, so he was a little disappointed.

Well, my father never talked about people's right and wrong behind their backs, but he must have the same thoughts in his heart.

After Wang Shoufu finished his porridge, he took the handkerchief handed over by the maid to wipe his mouth, then wiped his hands, and said calmly, "If you can spend 8,000 taels to redeem a dying woman, I respect you as a hero."

Second brother Wang was stunned, dumbfounded.

Haoqi Building.

"I didn't see it, but he is a seed of infatuation."

Nangong Qianrou held the teacup and smiled, but couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or approval.

"Infatuation may not be necessary, but passion is true."

Standing on the observation deck, Wei Yuan made a casual comment with his sleeves fluttering.

A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around, and said a little depressed: "I withheld his salary for three months earlier, where do you think he got so much money?"

Why don't you deduct his salary for nothing? Nangong Qianrou took a look at her adoptive father.

Wei Yuan said with emotion: "Life is alive, but I want peace of mind."

Imperial Academy.

The Shuji scholars sat in the classroom, and the academicians from the Hanlin Academy hadn't arrived yet, so the Shuji scholars sat in their respective positions and started chatting.

"Xu Yinluo is really kind and righteous. He spent eight thousand taels to redeem Fuxiang's body."

"Fuxiang is already terminally ill, and there is no cure for it, but Xu Yinluo is still willing to pay the money, just so that she can get out of the humble family before she dies."

Although Xu Qi'an has resigned, the outside world still used to call him Xu Yinluo.

What eight thousand taels, what redemption? Listening to his colleagues whispering to each other, Xu Cijiu was at a loss, thinking what earth-shattering thing did my elder brother do again?

Why did my elder brother do something earth-shattering, but my younger brother didn't know about it?

Because the relationship between Wang Simu and Wang Simu was warming up very quickly, Xu Erlang would not go to the Jiaofang Secretary for a long time, so the news was delayed, and he didn't know about the eight thousand taels of redemption.

"But I heard that many people are laughing at him. How can a dying person be worth 8,000 taels? Xu Yinluo was impulsive, but now he regrets it."

"I also heard that Xu Yinluo is gaining fame."

There are also people who hold different views.

Fortunately, Xu Erlang was still in a dazed state, otherwise these good-for-nothings would be sprayed with doubts about their lives.

At this time, coughing sounded from outside the door, and the staid and serious academician of the Hanlin Academy entered the classroom holding a scroll.

The concubines fell silent immediately.

Ma Xiuwen, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, is known for his rigidity and seriousness. He does not form cliques or engage in camps. If you want to say that his officialdom is perfect, he has indeed firmly established a place in the court where the party struggle is fierce.

But he has not moved his position as a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy for decades.

The officials of the Hanlin Academy and the sages, the deepest impression on him is that he is indifferent and calm, and he is at ease.

Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: But please feel at ease.

After a lecture, Ma Xiuwen, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, looked around at everyone, with a rare kindness, and said with a smile:

"Scholars, what you read is not the book, but the truth in the book. However, the truth is not only in the book, but also outside the book. I heard you discussing Xu Yinluohua's 8,000 taels of redemption for Jiaofang Sihuakui. You have been discussing for a long time , what reason can there be?"

What's the point?

"Love and righteousness?"

"Treat money like dung?"

The concubines guessed.

Ma Xiuwen, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and said, "Farewell to the old, what do you think?"

Xu Nian frowned, inexplicably remembering that when his elder brother beheaded his superiors, he went to visit him in prison. His elder brother once said: I am not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.

In retrospect, everything he did later was just for peace of mind.

Xu Nian said in a deep voice, "I just want peace of mind."

Ma Xiuwen, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, glanced at the crowd: "Remember this sentence, no matter how high you can reach in the future, I hope you will wait, remember it, but please feel at ease."

After the check-in, Xu Nian returned to the house, thinking about what he had heard during the day.

Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table in a daze, and asked, "Mother, where is my elder brother?"

Aunt ignored him.

"I'm here"

In the side yard, Xu Qi'an beckoned.

After the little brother came over, he whispered: "Don't mention floating incense at home."

Xu Nian looked at his elder brother: "What's wrong with the fragrance."

"The point is not floating incense, the point is eight thousand taels. My aunt is like a Xianglin sister-in-law today, eight thousand taels and eight thousand taels, muttering all day long."

While speaking, Xu Qi'an pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

Who is Mrs. Xiangling Xu Xinnian murmured in his heart, then he raised his chin and said calmly, "I just want to talk to my elder brother."

"What?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"Life and death are destiny, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.

If you don't know how to comfort others, don't comfort them. It sounds like you're talking sarcasticly. Xu Qi'an nodded and hummed.

He had already buried Fuxiang's bones, so he brought Zhong Li back specially, and then took Chu Caiwei to find a cemetery with good Fengshui outside the capital for burial.

I heard Chu Caiwei talk about it by chance. Since returning from Jianzhou, Yang Qianhuan has fallen in love with storytelling, and he talks about what he did in Jianzhou when he meets everyone.

Si Tianjian's juniors cheered loudly in unison, praising Senior Brother Yang as unparalleled in the world.

Yang Qianhuan was very happy.

But as the story of Xu Qi'an's redemption at the Jiaofang Division spread to the Sitian Supervisor, Yang Qianhuan didn't like to tell stories. In the past few days, the people of the Jiaofang Division saw a white shadow appear from time to time.

After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the younger brother's room and said, "Show me the life records of the late emperor that you wrote down in the past few days."

Xu Nian had drank soothing soup and was about to take a rest, so he pushed and said, "I'll remember more later."

"No, remember too much, you will filter out some details that you think are unimportant. Last time I saw Yuan Jing's daily life record, I noticed your problem." Xu Qi'an said displeased.

"What's wrong with this?" Xu Erlang didn't think his actions were wrong.

"Is it important or not? I have the final say, not you." Xu Qi'an walked to the table, spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:

"Come here quickly, Big Brother will grind the ink for you personally."

Xu Xinnian had no choice but to go to the desk and sit down, pick up a pen and write. He has read many records of the late emperor's daily life one after another in the past few days, and recorded them all in his mind.

If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed delete some dialogues that he thinks are meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too great.

But if he writes now, he can restore what he wrote down exactly.

Half an hour later, Xu Erlang put down the brush, shook his hands lightly, and pushed a dozen pieces of rice paper to his elder brother: "It's done."

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