Nightwatcher

After paying the money for the tea enclosure, we entered the yard, where seven or eight guests were sitting in the charcoal-burning room, drinking tea and chatting, in full swing.

Six dancers in colorful dresses danced gracefully in thin gauze skirts, twisting their slender waists and plump buttocks.

Xu Qi'an scanned around, but he didn't see the oiran lady who was a lady outside and flirtatious on the bed.

Playing tea is not all drinking orders, there are also programs such as listening to music and watching dances. And the oiran lady does not appear every time to accompany the guests.

Similarly, guests also need "free space". Drinking orders are interesting, but they are not conducive to exchanging private affairs.

Some guests come in groups, drink flowers and wine here, and connect with each other. At this time, a little freedom is needed to let them play by themselves.

The three sat down, Song Tingfeng shrugged, squinted and smiled: "It seems that Miss Fuxiang is not planning to come out to accompany the guests tonight."

Xu Qi'an asked: "Why do you say that?"

Song Tingfeng explained: "The time for playing tea is limited. Generally speaking, a group of guests stay here for an hour at most, and they either continue the next table or leave.

And it takes about an hour to have a good time drinking wine. "

That is to say, our group is no longer playing drinking orders, so of course Fuxiang will not appear.

At the end of a dance, the maiko takes a short break.

A young man in a light blue Confucian shirt got up, raised his cup, and looked around: "Is Young Master Yang Ling there?"

He asked three times in a row, but no one answered, so he sat down disappointed.

At the next table, a middle-aged man dressed as a rich man asked curiously, "Brother, who is this Yang Ling?"

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk." The young man in light blue Confucian shirt raised his chin slightly: "Have you heard it?"

"I have a little impression." The middle-aged man dressed as a rich man recalled for a moment.

"Of course, as soon as this poem came out, it was called by today's scholars as the quatrains chanting plum blossoms through the ages. Even you people should have heard of it." The young man in a Confucian shirt raised his head proudly: "Only A good sentence that only we scholars can make."

The middle-aged man dressed as a rich man wondered: "Why is the young master looking for someone here?"

While the two were talking, the drinkers beside them also stopped chatting and listened attentively.

"Because this eternal song came out in Yingmei Xiaoge. This poem was given by Mr. Yang Ling to Miss Fuxiang. It uses plums as a metaphor for people and complements each other. It is really a beautiful thought."

"It's no wonder Yingmei Xiaoge has so many patrons lately, and it's no wonder Miss Fuxiang never shows up."

"That's right, I heard that Miss Fuxiang doesn't accompany guests easily."

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk. Such a beautiful poem. I really want to see the girl Fuxiang and that gifted scholar."

Hearing this, the young man in the light blue Confucian shirt sighed wistfully: "Mr. Yang only appeared once in the Jiaofang Division, and there was no news of it. The Imperial College sent people to Changle County School to look for him, but there was no such person."

"There are such strange things!" Everyone was shocked.

The young man in the light blue Confucian shirt said helplessly: "I come to Yingmei Xiaoge every day just to wait for him. Not only me, all the students in the capital want to make friends with this person."

Song Tingfeng clicked his tongue and said: "This is great, Miss Fuxiang is no longer a woman we can covet."

Zhu Guangxiao also sighed.

Am I driving up the AC price invisibly?" Xu Qian lowered his head and drank his tea with a guilty conscience.

Song Tingfeng looked at his new colleague and said, "It's a pity that you are good at solving crimes, but you can't write poems. If you can write an ancient quatrain like Yang Ling, Miss Fuxiang would be willing to post it."

"Upside down?!" Xu Qi'an discovered Huadian.

"You say that the romantic affairs between prostitutes and poor scholars are rumored out of thin air? Poor scholars can occasionally write good sentences and give them to prostitutes, and she will be worth a lot. This is a good thing for mutual benefit, and those who are young and famous Scholars are even more the object of flattery among prostitutes.

"Don't say you don't want money, you are willing to pay back. Ziyang Layman of Yunlu Academy was quite talented in poetry back then. After winning the first prize, he stayed in the Jiaofang Division for three months without paying any money." Song Tingfeng said .

Zhu Guangxiao nodded in affirmation.

Song Tingfeng found that his new colleague was dumbfounded, as if he had been greatly shocked, and as if he had heard exciting news, his breathing became short of breath.

A maid who served the guests to drink hurriedly left the table, stared at Xu Qi'an for a few seconds, showing ecstasy, and ran out of the room regardless of the appearance, leaving the drinkers aside.

Not long after, the well-dressed Oiran lady appeared on the stage, her long skirt dragging to the ground, and the gorgeous jewelry between her black hair and her beautiful face complemented each other.

The thickness of the dress is just right, neither bulky, highlighting the exquisite mature figure; nor will it make people feel coquettish.

This is different from when Xu Qi'an met her for the first time, he was obviously more particular about how he dressed. Not like the oiran of the Jiaofang Division, but a social butterfly with a certain status and fame.

Lady Fuxiang swept across the guest with a pair of beautiful eyes, and paused on Xu Qi'an.

"Hey, Fuxiang just looked at me." Song Tingfeng was slightly shocked.

Zhu Guangxiao glanced at him, straightened his waist, and said unconvinced: "It's up to me."

After saluting to the guests, Fu Xiang said in a soft voice: "Let's dance together from my family to help the guests enjoy themselves."

The guests were very pleasantly surprised, they did not expect that the most popular oiran of the teaching workshop would show up.

The guest with a keen mind thinks a little deeper. Fuxiang Huakui is known as the master of both piano and poetry, and is not known for dancing. Why is she dancing today.

"With this figure, it would be great if I could dance to the Pure Land of Bliss." Xu Qi'an imagined while admiring the graceful dance.

After the song ended, Fu Xiang drank a glass of wine, blushed and left.

Song Tingfeng smiled and said, "It's worth it."

Zhu Guangxiao nodded.

Song Tingfeng picked up the wine glass and signaled to Xu Qi'an: "Miss Fuxiang seldom dances, but she often plays the piano. When you first come to Jiaofang Division, you can see her dancing. It's worth the money."

Xu Qi'an raised his glass in return: "I wish I could stay in her room tonight."

Song Tingfeng laughed out loud.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head slightly.

Song Tingfeng had just finished laughing when he saw a maid walking over and said, "Young Master Yang, my lady invites you in for tea."

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at Xu Qi'an blankly, with a slightly stiff expression on their faces.

Xu Qi'an patted him on the shoulder: "Tomorrow Maoshi, we will see you at the gate of the courtyard."

Kuang, the scholar in the light blue Confucian shirt suddenly stood up from the desk, showing shock and ecstasy, and shouted: "Young Master Yang, are you Yang Ling? You are Yang Ling? Brother Yang, Brother Yang is here with Du Ying."

Xu Qi'an stopped, cupped his hands towards him, and left with the servant girl.

The drinkers in Yang Ling's room stared wide-eyed, and a few scholars in Confucian shirts were ecstatic.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at each other silently: "???"

A bedroom as warm as spring, a bathtub behind a screen.

Xu Qi'an soaked in the hot water full of petals, and let out a comfortable breath.

Wearing a light gauze, with fair skin and outstanding figure, she knelt by the tub to serve him, rubbing his body with her soft hands.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, the young master is even more handsome." The lady Hua Kui admired Xu Qi'an's strong body, her sparkling eyes could not move away.

The previous Xu Qi'an had good facial features, which was not bad, but when we meet again today, his appearance has not changed, but he gives off an indescribable temperament.

"As long as you like it, my change is worth it." Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.

Fu Xiangqiao blushed, a little shyly delighted.

She said with a resentful expression: "Jing will say some pleasant words to deceive my family, the young master obviously looks down on me."

How can a man hold her all night without doing anything?

The oiran lady wakes up the next day with huge doubts about her own charm.

"I was tired that day," Xu Qian said with confidence, this sounded like an excuse for an old man in his 40s or 50s.

He immediately changed the subject and asked, "Is it cold?"

The oiran lady nodded immediately, and said aggrievedly, "Cold~"

Xu Qi'an pulled her into the tub.

poof

Caught off guard scream.

Fu Xiang lay in Xu Qi'an's arms, coquettishly said: "I hate it."

She sat on Xu Qi'an's stomach, wrapped her hands around his neck, and talked randomly, like he was asking for advice on poetry.

Although Xu Qi'an is a parallel importer, he memorized a lot of poems in his stomach, and occasionally a few words would make the oiran blush with excitement.

"By the way, Mr. Yang heard about Zhou Shilang's dismissal from office and exile?"

Her seemingly casual sentence made Xu Qi'an vigilant.

"I heard that it seems that he was impeached by Marquis Mighty Wu." Xu Qi'an said.

The Huakui lady raised her charming and affectionate face, stared at him, and said with a light smile, "It seems that it's because Mr. Zhou was so wicked that he hijacked the concubine's daughter of the mighty Marquis."

"So beauty is a bone-scraping knife." Xu Qi'an said with half surprise and half emotion.

As a veteran criminal investigator, no one can easily get information from him. However, Fu Xiang might have doubts in her heart.

How can there be such a coincidence, that day just after talking about the past, Zhou Li really shot at the mighty Marquis concubine? Well, it may not be suspicious, but there must be curiosity.

I have to strengthen this woman's affection for me and let her lean towards me from the bottom of her heart, so as not to tell an official about me one day

"Watching the girl dance just now, I suddenly felt something in my heart. I got a few words." Xu Qi'an put his arms around the beauty's fragrant shoulders, and chanted: "Laugh this year and come back next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely."

Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and the spring breeze leisurely spend time, the oiran lady has tears in her eyes, and weeps in a low voice: "Master, are you poking my heart, you are so cruel."

That night, the oiran lady's bed was shaken until midnight.

On the second day at Maoshi, Xu Qi'an dressed up under the service of a slightly haggard beauty, had breakfast, and bid farewell to the affectionate Floating Fragrance.

When the big maid who served Fuxiang looked at him this morning, Xu Qi'an was proud of her adoring eyes.

After leaving the courtyard of Yingmei Xiaoge, at the door, I saw two colleagues in high spirits.

Sure enough, she didn't ask me for money, but Xu Qi'an said in a brisk tone, "Morning, both of you."

The three of them left Jiaofangsi's alley side by side. When parting, Song Tingfeng squinted his eyes and couldn't help asking: "How is Miss Fuxiang?"

The taciturn Zhu Guangxiao also looked over.

Xu Qi'an looked ahead, with a three-pointed rebelliousness and a three-pointed anger, and the corner of his mouth raised: "From now on, call me Layman Run."

He bought a few bolts of silk and satin in the inner city, rented a carriage and drove back to Xu's residence.

Uncle Xu asked for leave today and stayed at home to wait for his news. Xu New Year didn't study either, and he wasn't in the mood.

It wasn't until Xu Qi'an asked his servants to bring back the silk and satin that the family felt relieved.

Xu Qi'an didn't explain too much, pointing to the silk and satin, said with a smile: "It makes clothes for my aunt and younger sisters."

Auntie was holding her breath, raised her snow-white and sharp chin, and snorted.

Xiao Douding pulled his trousers to climb up, and shouted: "Brother, brother, I saw my sister was hiding and crying yesterday."

Xu Lingyue, who had a melon-seeded face, blushed.

In front of his family, it's hard to show too much intimacy, Xu Qi'an smiled at the beautiful girl, then kicked Xiaodouding into the air like a shuttlecock, and reached out to hug her.

Aunt was taken aback, while Xiao Douding giggled heartlessly.

The second uncle was taken aback: "You have stepped into the Qi training state."

After getting Xu Qi'an's affirmation, the second uncle showed a comforting smile like an old father.

In the study, Xu Qi'an simply explained what happened to Ershu and Erlang.

Both father and son were afraid for a while.

Xu Nian looked at his cousin: "Why did the eldest princess send someone to follow you?"

I also want to know Xu Qi'an's guess: "Maybe I was the only outsider in the academy that day?"

On the day when the vision occurred in the Yasheng Academy, the Eldest Princess was also in the academy, so it was impossible not to pay attention to it. In this way, it was reasonable to monitor the only outsider that day.

Xu Nian said in a deep voice, "The eldest princess is very thoughtful. Not only has she studied in Yunlu Academy for many years, she also has a half-master-student relationship with Wei Yuan. Her chess skills are superb, and it is not a whim to recommend you as a pawn." Play casual chess.

"Don't be surprised if my eldest brother is summoned by her in the future. Remember to be careful and treat him with caution."

Xu Qi'an let out a "hmm".

To be so valued and feared by the arrogant Xu Cijiu shows that this eldest princess is not a simple person.

After Xu Nian finished speaking, he suddenly raised his chin and said, "I have stepped into the realm of self-cultivation."

I have also become a master of Confucian eighth rank!

Xu Qi'an was pleasantly surprised, "What's so special about Confucian scholars who cultivate themselves?"

The corner of Xu Xinian's mouth twitched: "Where righteousness lies, even though there are tens of millions of people, I will go."

At this moment, Xu Qi'an's heart was full of pride, and he burst out with the courage to face thousands of troops alone.

This inexplicable courage lasted for a quarter of an hour before it slowly dissipated.

"Self-cultivation is a process of sharpening one's courage. Confucian scholars in this realm are convincing in every word and deed. For example, my eldest brother just now felt that what I said was reasonable, so he would unconsciously follow suit. You are bad."

No, I am relying on real skills, you are relying on cheating! Xu Qi said in peace.

This is equivalent to a courage BUFF, Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up, and he looked at his second uncle, the former said: "Farewell to the old, big brother treats you well"

"Get lost!" Xu Xinian walked away without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Rough warrior.

Xu Qi'an went back to his small courtyard to catch up on sleep.

Suddenly, he woke up inexplicably, and the source of his alarm was the small jade mirror hidden under the pillow.

On the jade mirror surface, a line of small characters appeared:

[Jiu: Where are you? 】

PS: Seeing the word count of this chapter, you should be able to understand why the update is late.

Combining the two chapters into one, not only completed the update, but also returned a leader's addition, which is very happy.