Nightwatcher

Xu Erlang remained silent, Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man, shook his head and said, "It's just a doggerel. I heard that young master said that he was not good at calligraphy and couldn't write well, so I asked him to help me write it."

Uncle Xu is an old man, and he pretended to be a bystander, disregarding his relationship with his nephew and son.

Everyone immediately looked at Xu Nian, and Xu Erlang snorted, with a cold and indifferent attitude, he didn't bother to answer them.

His attitude made the middle-aged man who asked the question feel annoyed and embarrassed, and returned to his original position with a flick of his sleeves.

Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look, and the two left Yingmei Xiaoge one after the other.

"It's not good to stay inside, it's not good for people to see that the three of us are related." Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

"I understand." Xu Nian nodded, and shivered in the cold wind after speaking.

There is a charcoal fire in the room to keep warm, and the first time you come out, the temperature difference is so huge that you can't help but shiver.

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said: "If we were staying in Yingmei Xiaoge, those maidservants would only need one or two taels of silver.

"Now, if you can only go to other courtyards to find other women instead of maidservants, the cheapest price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for playing tea."

Having said that, Xu Pingzhi paused, seeing that his son had no habitual venomous tongue, he asked him why he knew so clearly.

Strange at the same time, I was relieved.

Uncle Xu took out an ingot of official silver from his bosom, standard silver, five taels per ingot.

"Erlang, take the silver."

The Xu family went bankrupt because of the tax and bank case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi obtained a lot of money through gray channels, but overall he was still relatively struggling.

Uncle Xu didn't think his son could still take out five taels of silver.

Xu Nian was slightly moved, and said in a low voice, "Father, what about you?"

Second Uncle Xu smiled indifferently: "Dad is not afraid of the cold and heat when he is practicing the essence. Even if he sleeps on the side of the road overnight, it will not be a problem. Your body cannot withstand the cold wind at night."

Xu Nian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, and endured the chilly night wind, staring at the five taels of silver in a daze. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I do not want."

Uncle Xu insisted that his son accept it.

While tugging, there was a slap, and an ingot of official silver fell out of Xu Xinian's arms, no more, no less, exactly five taels.

The father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent.

On the other side, the servant girl pushed open the door of the master bedroom, signaling Xu Qi'an to come in, but she didn't intend to go in.

"Young Master Yang, please come in!"

The moment the shoji door was opened, a warm scent rushed over, and the floor was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen, which was nothing more than expensive and labor-intensive.

Blue lotus flowers and auspicious clouds are embroidered on the lichen.

A woman walks on it, growing lotuses every step of the way. The high officials walked on it and made great progress.

Thoughtful.

A three-fold screen imitating the famous painting "Rain Beating Plantains" separates the sleeping area from the brocade hall. A graceful young woman kneels and sits on the small couch in front of the screen. piano.

She was wearing a thin gauze dress, with her fat-like jade skin looming, and she was looking at the door with a smile.

The eyes of the two met, and she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her lips.

The most is the tenderness with bowed head, the shyness like a water lotus that can't bear the cool wind Xu Qi'an's mind came up with this poem.

When serving wine orders, she is as elegant as a lady of every family, but when she is on the edge, she is charming and seductive, and she wants to talk about it.

This is a charm that only the women of Jiaofang Division can cultivate.

Xu Qi'an has two heads, one big.

"My lord?" Hua Kui said with a silly smile, "Your lord, why do you look at my family like this?"

Xu Qi'an sighed: "I heard that Miss Fuxiang is extremely talented, she is a rare beauty in the world, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. Even if Miss Fuxiang is the most beautiful woman in the world, I also believe it."

"Young Master Yang, don't make fun of my family." Fu Xiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, with a smile on her face, obviously very happy.

In the tea room next door, Mr. Zhao drank a whole pot of tea, his bladder protested twice, and the third time, he finally couldn't help it.

Is he here for tea?

Mr. Zhao left the tea room full of complaints and walked towards the master bedroom, but was stopped by the maid at the door.

"I've been waiting in the tea room for a long time, why Miss Fuxiang still doesn't see me." Mr. Zhao asked the servant girl.

"Don't blame Mr. Zhao, the lady has already chosen someone else." The servant girl replied.

"!!!" Mr. Zhao felt several thunderbolts being blasted on his forehead one after another, and then he burst into anger, and said loudly:

"Miss Fuxiang obviously chose me, why did she suddenly change her mind, is it just for fun? If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being rude."

His fierce tone and ferocious words made the servant girl a little scared, and she subconsciously wanted to call out to the servants in the yard.

"Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is not convinced, you can take the poem out for him to read."

The charming voice of the oiran lady came from the room.

The servant girl glanced cautiously at Mr. Zhao, opened the barrier door to a gap that only one person could pass through, and slipped in.

A few seconds later, she flashed out again, and handed the rice paper to Mr. Zhao.

The latter took it, glanced at it, and the angry expression immediately froze on his face, and then slowly melted away, replaced by shock, shock, and disbelief.

He stayed in place for a long time, and when he loosened his fingers, the rice paper slowly fell down.

The guests outside were shocked to find that Mr. Zhao had come out.

Finished? !

Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize that something was wrong, he was kicked out.

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, stepped forward immediately, seemingly concerned, but actually gossiping.

Earlier, the servant girl called out the man surnamed Yang, and not long after, Mr. Zhao came out in a daze.

Obviously, it was cut off halfway and the plump peony flowers were taken away.

Mr. Zhao, who was wearing a green robe, glanced at everyone slowly, and murmured: "I lost, and I am convinced that I lost."

"What's going on, lose? Where do you start?"

"Brother Zhao, that person wrote a poem, right? What kind of poem can make Miss Fuxiang break the rules?"

"You should say it quickly, you are so anxious."

The guests all came together.

Mr. Zhao turned a deaf ear to it, and walked out, murmuring: "All the fragrances shake off Duxuanyan!"

Everyone was shocked and knew that what he was reading was the poem just now.

"Taking all the amorous feelings towards Xiaoyuan."

At this time, Mr. Zhao had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests could not help following behind, listening.

"Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating moon dusk"

The guests did not keep up and stayed where they were, and the air fell into silence for a short time.

For a long time no one spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, a student had tears in his eyes, and his lips trembled: "When this poem comes out, I am ashamed of all the plum chanters through the ages. Xiaosheng will leave first, and Xiaosheng will go to another place to have tea and spread the poem."

"I'm also retiring, to make a name for the Dafeng poetry circle, how could I be missing."

The guests dispersed in a rush, and couldn't wait to participate in the tea gathering in the other courtyard, and then they threw out this poem and became a blockbuster.