Nightwatcher Chapter 54: Cut Hu

　　 Xu Erlang was silent. Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man and shook his head: "It's just a freehand poem. I heard the young man say that his calligraphy is unfamiliar and he can't write good characters, so I trouble him to help with ghostwriting."

　　 Second Uncle Xu is an old gang, put on a posture that he is a bystander, and separated from his nephew and son.

　　 Everyone immediately looked at Xu Xinnian, Xu Erlang uttered a cold posture, disdain to answer them.

　　 His attitude made the middle-aged person who was questioning annoyed and embarrassed, and he returned to his original position.

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

　　 "It's not good to stay inside, so that it won't be good for people to see that the three of us have a relationship." Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

　　 "I understand." Xu Xinnian nodded, shivering in the cold wind after speaking.

　　 There is a charcoal fire in the house for heating. When it came out, the temperature difference was huge, and people couldn't help shaking.

　　 Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said: "If you were staying in Yingmei Xiaoge, those maids... only a couple of silver is enough.

　　 "Now I can only go to the other courtyard to find other women... instead of a maid, the low price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for playing tea."

　　 At this point, Xu Pingzhi paused, and when he saw his son had no habitual vicious tongue, he asked him why he knew so clearly.

　　Weird at the same time, I was relieved.

　　 Xu Ershu took out an ingot of official silver, standard silver, one ingot and five taels.

　　 "Jiro, take the silver."

　　 The Xu family went bankrupt due to the tax and silver case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi made some money through gray channels, but overall it was still relatively tight.

　　 Second Uncle Xu didn’t think his son could still put out fifty taels of silver.

　　Xu New Year moved slightly, and whispered: "Father, what about you?"

　　 Second Uncle Xu smiled indifferently: "Daddy is not afraid of the cold and heat when he refines the Essence Realm. Even if he sleeps on the side of the road, it doesn't matter. Your bones can't stand the cold at night."

　　Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, bear the steep night wind, stared at the five taels of silver for a long while, and said in a hoarse voice:

　　 "I don't want it."

　　 Xu Ershu must be accepted by his son.

　　 between pulling, with a click, Xu New Year's arms fell out of an ingot of official silver, 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 maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and signaled Xu Qi'an to enter, but she did not intend to enter.

　　"Young Master Yang, please come in!"

The moment 　　 shoji door opened, a scent of warm fragrance came to the face, and the floor was covered with a layer of expensive silk-woven lichen, which was expensive and labor intensive.

　　The lichen is embroidered with green lotus flowers and clouds of auspicious clouds.

　　The woman walked on it, growing lotus every step. The officials walked on it, calmly.

　　 Mind is exquisite.

　　 A three-folded screen copying the famous painting "Rain Beating Banana" separates the sleeping area and the brocade hall. A beautiful young woman kneels and sits on a small couch in front of the screen. Pongoqin.

　　 She is wearing a light gauze, her skin is like jade, and she is looking towards the door with a smile.

　　 The two looked at each other, and she lowered her head slightly with a shy smile on her mouth.

　　 is the gentleness that bows the head most, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that can't beat the cool breeze... This poem appeared in Xu Qi'an's mind.

　　When you go to wine, you are as elegant as you are a lady, and when you fall on the side, you are charming and seductive.

　　 This is a fascination that only a woman from Jiaofang Division can develop.

　　 Xu Qi'an has two heads, one big.

　　 "The son?" The oiran smirked and said: "Why does the son look at the slave house like this."

　　 Xu Qi'an sighed: "I heard that Girl Fuxiang is a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. Even if Girl Fuxiang is the number one beauty in the world, I believe it too."

　　"Young Master Yang, don't want to make fun of the slave house." Fuxiang pursed her mouth, lowered her head shyly, with a smile between her eyebrows, obviously very happy.

　　......

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

　　Is he here for tea?

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

　　 "I waited in the tea room for a long time, why didn't the Fuxiang girl see me." Zhao Gongzi asked the maid.

　　 "Don't blame Zhao Gongzi, the lady has chosen someone else." The maid replied.

　　"!!!" Young Master Zhao felt that his forehead was bombarded with several thunders one after another, and then he was angry and said loudly:

　　 "Girl Fuxiang clearly chose me, why did she suddenly change her mind and entertain people? If you don't give me an explanation, please don't blame this son for being polite."

　　His fierce tone and hideous words made the maid a little scared, and subconsciously wanted to call the servant in the yard.

　　 "Ping'er, since Young Master Zhao is not convinced, please take the poem out and let him see."

　　 There is a feminine voice from the Oiran lady in the room.

　　The maid carefully glanced at Young Master Zhao, opened the shoji door to a gap that only allowed one person to pass, and flashed in.

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

　　The latter took it and glanced at it. The angry expression instantly solidified on his face, and then slowly dissipated, replaced by shock, shock, and incredible...

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

　　......

　　 The guests outside were surprised to find that Young Master Zhao had come out.

　　 finished? !

　　 Zhao Gongzi’s expression made them realize that something was wrong~IndoMTL.com~ This is being kicked out.

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

　　 Previously, the maid called out the surname Yang, and it didn't take long before Young Master Zhao came out in despair.

　　 Obviously, this was cut off by someone halfway and picked the plump peony flower.

　　 Young Master Zhao in a green robe, slowly glanced at everyone, and muttered: "I lost, I am convinced that I lost."

　　 "What the **** is going on, lose? Where do I start?"

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

　　 "You are going to say it, you are so anxious."

　　 The guests all came up.

　　 Young Master Zhao turned a deaf ear, and walked outside, muttering: "All Fangs shake off Duxianyan..."

　　 Everyone's heart lifted, knowing that he was reading the poem just now.

　　"...accounting for the full style of Xiang Xiaoyuan."

　　At this time, Zhao Gongzi had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests could not help but follow behind him, listening.

　　"Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear water, dark fragrance floating in the moon dusk..."

　　 The guests did not follow, and stayed where they were. The air fell silent briefly.

　　 No one spoke for a long time.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been, a student with tears in his eyes and a trembling mouth: "As soon as this poem comes out, I will be ashamed of the people who chant the plum through the ages... Poems spread out."

　　"Zhi Xia has also retired, to make a name for the great poetry world, how can I be missing."

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