Nightwatcher

The place for entertaining guests in Yingmei Xiaoge is on the first floor, the shoji door facing the yard is open, and a thin silk curtain hangs down to keep out the cold wind.

More than a dozen guests sat in the wine room, drinking, laughing and enjoying plum blossoms.

The four corners of the wine house are burning charcoal basins to dispel the cold in winter.

A maid led Xu Qi'an in, and everyone turned their heads to look at this tall young man in a moon-white book long robe.

Xu Qi'an's mind flashed the rules of playing tea circle described by Wang Butou, trying to make his smile gentle, bowing to everyone:

"Yang Ling, a scholar in Changle County, please be polite."

Among the people present, there were not only wealthy gentry in brocade clothes, but also students from the Imperial College; their status was neither high nor low.

Some people looked away indifferently, some looked at it carefully, and some smiled back.

It seems that during the Jingcha period, the officials of Dafeng were much calmer and more honest than before. With the rank of Miss Fuxiang, Xu Qi'an will definitely be reserved here, and Xu Qi'an will take a seat calmly.

Her complexion is full of spring, her eyes are colorful, her fragrance is colorful, and her charm is natural.

This woman is very nice! Xu Qi'an, who had read countless eyebrows, was also amazed.

In terms of facial features alone, this oiran and aunt, Xu Lingyue, and Chu Caiwei are at the same level, with different looks, each with its own characteristics.

She belongs to the kind of stunning beauty who can definitely make men stunned and looked sideways when walking on the street.

But in terms of temperament, this oiran has the beauty and elegance of a lady; in terms of clothing, she has tulle dresses that women in this era dare not wear.

The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, the neck is slender, and the bra is wrapped in a layer of fan tulle, and the gully is looming.

Where there is a ditch, there must be fire - it makes sense for her to be an oiran.

Miss Fuxiang acts as Xi Jiu, also called Lingguan. Lingguan is in charge of presiding over drinking orders, and is responsible for the atmosphere on the banquet. This work is usually done by famous courtesans or courtesans, which ordinary women cannot do, because they are not good at literary accomplishment. Very demanding.

This time, they are taking turns speaking the liaison language, and the liaison language is the right pair. On the left side of Xu Qi'an is a middle-aged man in a light blue robe and jingling rings.

It just so happened that it was his turn, the middle-aged man raised his glass and pondered for a long time before saying, "Ice cold wine at one, two and three."

The oiran lady raised the small flag in her hand, and commented (flattered) on the Shanglian.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face widened, which was quite useful.

That's why Xi Jiu wanted famous prostitutes with profound literary backgrounds to be his job. Even ordinary prostitutes with no level of proficiency would not be able to flatter them even if they wanted to.

After the comment, the gorgeous lady Oiran's eyes fell on Xu Qi'an.

Everyone at the banquet followed suit.

I'm not very good at pairing. It's hard to be neat just right. Xu Qi'an kept his expression on the surface, but secretly anxious in his heart.

He looked at the plum tree in the yard, and with a flash of inspiration, he deliberately drank a glass of wine, made a free and easy heroic gesture, and said loudly:

"There are hundreds of lilacs and thousands of heads."

"Wonderful!" The eyes of everyone present lit up, and when they looked at Xu Qi'an, there was a little more smile on their faces.

It can be regarded as admitting that he has the qualifications to compete for the oiran, and treat him as a player of the same level.

Fuxiang Huakui smiled, and commented on Xu Qi'an's second line as usual (praise).

The smile on my face was too professional. After the evaluation, I stopped looking immediately. My sitting posture was a little stiff, and I only drank when I was persuading me to drink. Xu Qi'an quietly observed the body language of this oiran lady.

Combining the knowledge of behavioral psychology, I came to a conclusion: This lady of the Huakui is not interested in our level.

I have been patiently accompanying me.

At this time, the maid brought in a man, a handsome young man with fair skin, cool eyes, thin and red lips, delicate facial features, masculine and feminine.

Everyone in the room looked sideways, even Fuxiang Huakui showed surprise, she didn't see such a handsome young gentleman.

After the young man dressed as a scholar entered the room, he glanced casually, but was stunned in vain, and froze in place.

The corners of Xu Qi'an's eyes twitched wildly, and he held back for a long time: "What a coincidence."

The corner of the handsome young man's mouth twitched, and he also said: "What a coincidence"

"You two know each other." Beside Xu Qi'an, the middle-aged man in a light blue robe said in surprise.

More than just knowing him, he is my little brother Xu Qi'an suppressing the overwhelming shame and embarrassment, calmly smiled and said: "We have met a few times, brother Xu still remembers Yang, we met in Changle County."

He deliberately reported his surname to remind Xu New Year to use a pseudonym.

This is the most basic anti-reconnaissance awareness.

Xu Xinian lacked such awareness, but he was smart, and immediately got the meaning of his cousin, and clasped his fists at everyone: "Xu Ping'an, a student from Changle County."

After finishing speaking, he sat down under the instruction of the servant girl.

Are you mixing up my name and my second uncle's name? Xu Qi'an used drinking to cover up his flaws.

The drinking order continued, and after a while, the servant girl led the two people in again. The one on the left was handsome, wearing a thick sky blue robe, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a dark green jade hairpin. He was a handsome young man.

The person on the right is tall and burly, with a Chinese character face, good-looking features, dressed as a rich man, and exuding a sturdy aura that is very different from merchants and students.

This tall middle-aged man stepped into the tea room, glanced at it casually, was suddenly stunned, and then his whole body was petrified.

Xu Qi'an: ""

Xu New Year: ""

The maid found that the guest did not keep up, turned her head, and said softly: "Master, this way please."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Xu Pingzhi went into the bar.

Xu New Year and Xu Qi'an straightened their backs silently.

After Uncle Xu took his seat, the three of them tacitly stopped looking at each other, and kept a serious sitting posture, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts.

Didn't the two bastards say that they don't have time? It's fine to say goodbye, after all, I know a thing or two about his true inner thoughts, but Ning Yan never goes to Goulan

Didn't the second uncle say that he was on duty tonight? Every time I had conflicts with my aunt, he would say that it was a blessing in eight lifetimes to marry such a beautiful wife, and he didn't want to scold my aunt for whoring.

Didn’t the eldest brother never go to the Goulan? I said why my robe was missing, bah, shameless. Didn't father say that he loves mother deeply and never enters the land of fireworks?

The inner drama of the three is far more colorful than the stiff expressions.

Xu Qi'an felt that the most embarrassing thing in life had been added. That was when I went out to whore, I met my second uncle and younger brother.

Damn, I'm socially dead too

After thinking about it, anyway, I am not the only one who died, so I feel much better.

The drinking order continued, Xu New Year's response was quite satisfactory, after all, he was a scholar, while Xu Qi'an depended on his status, sometimes he couldn't match up, so he could only be punished for drinking. But Xu Pingzhi was not drinking from the beginning to the end, and was disgusted by everyone.

Second Uncle really has no idea, you haven't read a book, why are you here to join in the fun, the oiran is you want to sleep, you can sleep if you want to sleep? Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

Dad was really wasting money, Xu Nian also complained in his heart.

Both of them were a little anxious, because their mediocre performance did not win the favor of the oiran. Xu Xinnian, who has a good appearance, is gradually not noticed by the oiran because he is too well-behaved.

The most terrible thing is that there is a strong competitor on the field - that handsome young man in azure thick robe.

He was born in the Imperial College, quite talented, although he entered the table a bit late, but he dominated the limelight with his outstanding talent, making the lady of Huakui cover her mouth and chuckle from time to time.

The young man in the sky blue robe picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said loudly: "This time, I might as well get the head start."

Everyone had no objections, Fuxiang Huakui smiled and said: "Please, Mr. Zhao."

Mr. Zhao looked around the crowd and said, "Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, and leaves."

"It turned out to be a double word couplet." Someone at the table was surprised.

"Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, and leaves are emerald, wonderful, I am ashamed of myself."

"Brother Zhao is a great talent, worthy of being a scholar of the Imperial College."

After a round of fighting, everyone can match up.

Mr. Zhao smiled faintly, with a haughty look on his face.

Girl Fuxiang's eyes were shining, she stared at Mr. Zhao gracefully.

Judging from her expression and subtle movements, the oiran has a good impression of this surnamed Zhao, and admires his talent. Xu Qi'an frowned, and turned to look at Xu New Year.

The latter just looked at it, and the two brothers had a sad look on their brows.

Originally, according to Xu Xinian's meaning, the elder brother who is good at poetry should be like a fish in water in Jiaofang Division.

Unexpectedly, in the past half a day, there were wine punches and pairings in turn, but there were no poems.

In fact, the tea circle in Jiaofangsi has always been lukewarm, and in the past two hundred years, there have been very few excellent poems, and scholars are not good at composing poems and lyrics.

When playing tea circles, you will naturally avoid things you are not good at.

The quality of the guests here tonight is uneven, and it is a little difficult to just match the pair. The fragrant oiran Lan Xinhui deliberately did not mention poetry, so as not to embarrass the guests and lose face.

At this time, Floating Fragrance Flower Kui stood up gracefully, blessed her body, and said softly: "Little girl is a little tired, please leave first, let's drink slowly."

This tea siege is over.

Next, if the oiran lady takes a fancy to someone, she will ask her maid to keep him and bring him into the house.

If you don't like it, the maid will see off the guests, and then start the next round of playing tea.

Everyone waited expectantly and anxiously, time passed little by little, after half a stick of incense, a servant girl came and said softly:

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

The guests shook their heads regretfully and sighed, while some smiled and congratulated Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao was smiling, with the attitude of a winner.

Now, the three men of the Xu family couldn't sit still.