Nightwatcher Chapter 53: I copy poems for trading, not for vulgar pretense

　　"What should we do, the thirty taels of silver for the three of us in the tea house are gone. Even if we are to sleep with the maid in this yard, the three of them will have to be several taels." Xu Ershu was anxious, feeling that once he was back before liberation, brow Lock tight and look at his son:

　　"Farewell and think of a way."

　　 Is this a money problem? This is a problem where no news has come out.... The brothers were madly complaining.

　　Xu New Year looked at his father: "What can I do. It was just a chance. My eldest brother and I came here. Didn’t my father know himself."

　　His tone became a bit heavy, indicating that he was also anxious.

　　 This wave is really a blood loss....The silver is second, the key is that the news has not been found... After looking at the son of Zhao, who was taken away by the maid, Xu Qi'an suddenly remembered the title of Fuxiang Oiran: Qin Shi Shuangjue.

　　 He immediately asked for pen, ink and rice paper from the maid who was serving the guests.

　　 cleared a space on the desk, and pulled over Xu New Year: "Farewell, you write for me."

　　 Xu New Year did not hesitate, sitting upright tacitly, holding a pen.

　　 Xu Qi'an spoke quickly, and said: "Zhongfang shakes down Duxuanyan, and takes up the style to the small garden."

　　Xu New Year's pen is like flying, and he writes cursive script with a vigorous style.

　　 Xu Qi'an continued to recite: "Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, and dark fragrance floating in the moonlight."

　　 Xu Xinnian didn't write, he was stunned, like petrified, muttering to himself and repeating the next two sentences.

　　 "Quickly write!" Xu Qi'an pushed him.

　　 Xu Erlang woke up like a dream, and quickly finished writing with a sullen face.

　　 Xu Qi'an tore away the rice paper, invited the maidservant, and said: "You give this poem to Fuxiang Lady, and you can do it, saying that Yang is waiting here."

　　 The maidservant was not very happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her with a handful of broken silver, she trot away immediately.

　　......

　　 In the master bedroom, four stacks of screens block the tub, and steam lingers on the roof beams.

　　 The floating fragrance is soaked in the hot water filled with rose petals, the blue silk is high, the neck is white and slender, the shoulders and chest are hung with water drops, reflecting the charming light in the candlelight.

　　 Her skin is as smooth as fat, like a jade figure.

　　A close-fitting maid was serving by the tub, and while complimenting her fragrant skin, she said: "Young Master Zhao is already waiting in the tea room next door. The guests who stopped outside said that he was a talented person from the Imperial College." /

　　"What's so amazing about talented scholars," Fuxiang smiled, and gently moved the spray, and said: "But with Zhao Gongzi's talent, it's not a problem to pass the exam."

　　 the maid laughed in a low voice: "I know that the lady likes this kind of talented son, like that annoying Zhou Li, and she doesn't rely on her father's position to show her power.

　　 "The son of Zhao is so talented. I hope that the lady will treat him well. Maybe it will be a great story in the future. Women can also be famous in history."

　　"Even I am making fun of..." Fuxiang poked the maid's head with her finger, and sighed: "It is so difficult for a woman to want a name to go down in history. There are so many scholars who are hopeless."

　　The door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maidservant came in, stood in the hall, and said crisply: "Madam, the guest named Yang outside asked the maidservant to send a poem over."

　　 Floating Fragrance frowned, and the maid scolded: "For something unruly, the lady has already chosen Young Master Zhao. How can I change it? Is it taking other people's benefits?"

　　The little maid lowered her head and dared not talk back.

　　 Fuxiang faintly said: "Put it on the table, go out and tell the guests, Fuxiang has taken it."

　　The little servant girl was relieved, "Hey", she put the rice paper on the table and went out.

　　 After bathing, the fragrance puts on a light gauze skirt, the graceful figure is looming, with bare feet, came to the table and sat down.

　　"Go and invite Master Zhao in." She said, her eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, and she picked it up.

　　 Her eyes froze suddenly, staring at the rice paper foolishly.

　　 "Yingmei Xiaoge presents floating incense"

　　 All the fans shake off Du Xuanyan, occupying the small garden with full of style.

　　 sparse shadows horizontally and slanting water is clear and shallow, and a dark fragrance floats in the moon dusk.

　　 the maid walked to the door and was about to open the door to invite Young Master Zhao, when she suddenly heard the lady’s sharp shout from behind: "Hold on!"

　　 turned around and looked, the lady was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, her face looked strange.

　　 That was the emotion that the maid had never seen on her face.

　　 The Oiran lady’s voice is urgent and sharp: "Who, who sent the poem, which son, please say it!!"

The maid 　　 was taken aback, and said: "It looks like the last name is Yang..."

　　The Oiran lady rushed to the door desperately.

　　"Lady, lady...How can you go out like this, so that you can't..." The maid clung to her tightly.

　　 "Let go of me, let me go." Fuxiang flushed with anxious face, "Don't let the son go, chase him back."

　　The maid couldn’t understand it. It was just a poem that caused the lady to lose her attitude like never before. The gentleman and gentleman of the past, Dali, completely ignored it.

　　 "The lady is safe and restless, the slave and maid will go immediately... to invite the poet who writes the poem."

After 　　 the maid left, the oiran lady sat at the table disheveled, looking at the paper in her hand in a daze.

　　"Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear water, dark fragrance floating in the moonlight....Gift floating incense, free floating incense..."

　　 Her pretty face rolled with big tears, and she lay on the table and started crying.

　　......

　　 In the lobby, some guests left, and the other did not.

After the 　　 play in the tea enclosure, the unsuccessful guests have two choices: one, go to another yard and continue to the next one. Second, if you are tired and tired, you can choose the maid here.

　　 "This girl is not going to buy your account." Xu Pingzhi looked at his nephew with anxiety between his eyebrows.

　　The poem was sent, but in exchange for a light sentence.

　　 Obviously, Xu Qi'an's poem did not impress the oiran.

　　Xu New Year sneered: "How can a woman understand the essence of poetry."

　　 Xu Pingzhi stared at his son, and asked: "Ning Yan just now has a great poem?"

　　 The arrogant Xu Erlang was convinced by his eldest brother in poetry, and sighed: "Excellent, very good."

　　 Xu Dalang is also puzzled, he has absolute confidence in this poem.

　　 The Seven Laws is very famous and very big. Especially the last two sentences are hailed as the ultimate of Yongmei.

　　 At that time, under the loneliness and frost, the two lines of poems became eternally famous-they were talking about these two lines of poems.

　　 Two lines of poems have become eternal names, what a high evaluation.

　　 "Dark Fragrance" and "Shuying" even became the name of a lyric, which shows the status of this poem among ancient literati.

　　 Ouyang Xiu, Sima Guang and other celebrities gave high marks to these two poems.

　　 And the author of this poem has left a name for this poem...Well, Xu Qi'an forgot who the author is.

　　 This is impossible, she would refuse me without reason... If this poem was given to the two great scholars of Yunlu Academy, they would be able to raise me as a son... Xu Qi'an thought of a possibility ~IndoMTL.com~ This oiran, who is known as the poetic and piano, is actually a flowery.

　　 is a fan of fame, and it's just selling people, essentially a person with no culture.

　　 But there is a paradox here. If the Floating Fragrant Oiran is a vase set up by a seller, she cannot be recognized by the literati.

　　Compared with the hype and sales setting of previous artists, the oiran of this era also has similar operations, but the latter has real skills.

　　The reason is very simple. Ancient scholars are not as foolish as the younger generations.

　　 frowning, the big maid waiting next to Fuxiang walked swiftly in small steps, searching among the crowd with a slightly anxious look. After seeing Xu Qi'an, her expression loosened, and Lianbu Come, bless your body, Jiao Didi said:

　　"Young Master Yang, is it your poem?"

　　 Xu Jiaye three looked at each other in relief.

　　 "It's me." Xu Qi'an nodded.

　　 the maid smiled, becoming more respectful, lowered her eyebrows, and said softly: "My lady would like to please."

　　 Xu Qi'an calmly nodded, followed behind the maid, and walked towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic.

The scene of 　　 also aroused the idea of ​​the guests who planned to stay in "Yingmei Xiaoge" and whispered.

　　 "Hey, why did he follow in."

　　"This, this...It's not compliant, how can I get in with the two?"

　　 "The maid seemed to be talking about poems just now, and I happened to see what he wrote with that handsome boy."

　　 A middle-aged man dressed up as a rich man walked in front of Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi, and said, "Two people, I don’t know what the girl Fuxiang means? How did the brother go in? What did you write? Poem?"

　　PS: Masters, my face is itchy, and I need a recommendation ticket. Fan ︿(￣︶￣)︿