Nightwatcher Chapter 197: Dance

A deed of sale worth eight thousand taels..........The oiran of the Mingyan inkstone solidified, and emotions such as gratification, joy, and jealousy appeared involuntarily, with mixed flavors.

The mood of the oiran is equally complicated. Eight thousand taels are enough to buy a luxurious mansion in a luxurious area in the inner city. The Jiaofang Division is known as the Golden Cave, but the example of spending eight thousand taels for redemption of famous prostitutes is really rare.

The lords don’t dare, but the rich and powerful merchants love money.

Xu Yin Gong did it, he put it down lightly, and put down a whole eight thousand taels of silver.

What impressed the oiran ladies most is that the imaginary lady is dying of illness, and time is running out. Therefore, these eight thousand taels of silver are only the wish of a woman in the dust.

Which man in the world can do this for a woman like them?

Xu Yinluo is different from other men..........The hearts of the oirans are almost softening, and they look at the young man in Confucian robes madly.

"Xu Lang........."

Looking at the sales deed on the table, Fuxiang laughed, his smile full of tears.

I owe you...Xu Qi'an sat by the bed and sighed.

Fuxiang looked at him softly, her pretty face flushed, and choked: "You don't have to come, me, I don't look good now."

Xu Qi'an reached out and touched her cheek, her expression a little complicated.

"I have another wish."

Floating incense turned her head, looked at the oiran, and said: "I want to give Xu Lang a last dance and ask my sisters to accompany me."

The oiran nodded.

Fuxiang smiled, and then looked at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, you go to the outer hall and wait a while..."

After the person left, Fuxiang changed into a gorgeous red dress embroidered with red plum blossoms. Meier combed her hair, put her hair in a bun, and put on luxurious hair accessories.

The brow pencil traces the delicate curvature, the lipstick smears the flaming red lips, and the blush restores her pale face.

Fuxiang stared at the majestic beauty in the mirror and smiled.

Six years ago, a stunning young girl came to Jiaofangsi. She fell into the dust as the daughter of a criminal minister, but she had a special purpose.

She practiced piano art hard, studied poetry, and became the oiran of Jiaofang Division.

Six years have passed, and it's time for her to end this life, but a young man broke into her world like a light, splitting the dim sky.

At the end of this journey, the young man was not absent and put her to a successful end.

Floating Xiang got up, carrying the skirt, and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran across the long corridor, like a six-year run. At the end, she met Up him.

In the hall, the sound of silk and bamboo wind is melodious.

Red skirt solo dance.

Pina is astonishing, graceful as a dragon.

At the end, she fell into Xu Qi'an's arms.

The beauty in her arms raised her head, tears bursting into her face, utterly sad: "Xu Lang, I'm going to go now..."

All I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; what I fear is that I am insignificant and will be forgotten in a moment.

Xu Qi'an hugged her and whispered: "I won't come to Jiaofang from now on."

It starts with you, and ends with you.

For Xu Qi'an, this is also the end of a journey in his life.

Floating Fragrance laughed, with a charming, graceful and graceful style like plum blossoms like never before.

A wisp of ghost drifted away, curling up into the distance.

In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other oirans mourned in low voices, tears streaming down.

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The fragrant oiran fragrantly disappears, this famous prostitute thoroughly washed away the lead, and said goodbye to Jiaofangsi's career.

But her ending is not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared at Jiaofang Division today and spent 8 thousand taels of silver to redeem her and help her get rid of her humiliation. The news spread across the entire Jiaofang Division instantly.

Spending eight thousand liang to redeem a dying woman from the dust, even if it is a storybook, she can't write such a plot.

Compared to Xu Qi'an spending a lot of money, just for the beauty of her wish. The talented scholars in the script, often cut out a heart description, pale and weak.

For a while, the women of the Jiaofang Division were all talking about Xu Qi'an, about this legendary big silver gong, the former silver gong.

The Jiaofang Division has always been a transit point for the spread of rumors. In just two days, almost all the customers who are eligible to spend in the Jiaofang Division know this.

In this era, the love stories of poor talents and rich daughters; the love stories of gifted men and famous prostitutes can be called two enduring themes.

Anyone who hears about this can't help but praise Qi'an's love and righteousness, and talk about it and spread it out.

Through one pass, one pass from ten to ten, the public, the merchant class, and the officialdom all regard this matter as a post-dinner talk.

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While Wang Shoufu was eating this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumors.

"Eight thousand taels of silver, if you let me run it, I can double it in less than a year. Brother, you say that Xu Qi'an is not stupid, if it is for the purpose of embracing a beautiful woman.

"It happens to be a dying ill, these eight thousand taels are not just bleak."

When he noticed his father coming in, the second son Wang immediately interrupted the conversation and bowed his head to drink porridge.

The Wang family's tutor is strict and advocates food and sleeplessness.

Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, looked at his second son, and asked, "What did you just say?"

The second brother Wang whispered: "No, nothing..."

Wang Shoufu waved his hand: "Just say, eh, it is related to Xu Qi'an?"

Seeing that his father was not displeased, the second brother Wang said: "The scented oiran of Jiaofang Division is dying, and the medicine stone is helpless. Xu Qi'an spent eight thousand taels to redeem her, just for the beauty of her long-cherished wish, which is really funny.

After the comment, I asked carefully: "Father, what do you think?"

Wang Shoufu ignored him and finished the porridge silently.

The second brother Wang didn't get his father's approval, so he was a little disappointed.

Well, my father never talks about right and wrong behind his back, but he must have the same thoughts in his heart.

Wang Shoufu finished the porridge, took the kerchief handed by the maid, wiped his mouth, then wiped his hands, and said lightly: "If you can spend eight thousand taels to redeem a dying woman, I respect you as a good man. "

The second brother Wang was stunned, dumbfounded.

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Haoqi Building.

"I didn't see it, he is a seed of infatuation."

Nangong Qianrou held the tea cup and smiled, unable to tell whether it was a mockery or approval.

"Infatuation may not be true, but passion is true."

Wei Yuan stood on the observation deck with his wide sleeves fluttering, and made a casual comment.

A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around and said a little depressed: "I deducted his salary for three months before, why did you say he got so much money?"

You have nothing to do with his salary......Nangong Qianrou took a look at her foster father.

Wei Yuan said with emotion: "Life is alive, but please peace of mind."

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The Hanlin Academy.

Successors were sitting in the classroom. The academicians of the Hanlin Academy hadn't come yet, so they were sitting in their respective positions and chatting.

"Xu Yinluo is really affectionate and righteous. He actually spent eight thousand taels to redeem his body for the floating incense."

"Fuxiang has long since become ill, and the medicine stone is hopeless, but Xu Yinluo is still willing to pay for the silver, so that she can leave her base before death."

Although Xu Qi'an has resigned, the outside world is still accustomed to calling him Xu Yinluo.

What eight thousand taels, what redemption? As my colleagues whispered to each other, Xu Cijiu was at a loss and asked what earth-shattering thing my elder brother did?

Why did my elder brother do something earth-shattering, but my brother doesn't know?

Because the relationship with Wang Simu warmed up extremely quickly, and he took the time to date, Xu Erlang would not go to teach Fangsi for a long time, so the news is lagging behind, and he doesn't know about eight thousand taels.

"But I heard that many people are laughing at him. How can a dying person be worth eight thousand taels? Xu Yinluo was impulsive, and I am afraid I regret it now."

"I also heard that Xu Yinluo is in the blog post."

Some people hold different views.

Fortunately, Xu Erlang is still in a state of perplexity, otherwise these custody will be sprayed with doubts about life.

At this time, a cough sounded from outside the door, and the rigid and serious academician of the Hanlin Academy entered the class holding the scroll.

The custards fell silent immediately.

Ma Xiuwen, a fellow of the Hanlin Academy, is known for being rigid and serious. He doesn't form a party or enter a camp. If you say that the officialdom is professional, he really has a firm place in the court where the party is fierce.

But he has not moved his position as a fellow of the Hanlin Academy for decades.

Officials and concubines of the Imperial Academy, the deepest impression of him is that he is indifferent and peaceful, and he is calm.

Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: But please peace of mind.

After a lecture, Ma Xiuwen, an academician of the Hanlin Academy, looked around everyone, and he was a rare and pleasant face, and smiled:

"A scholar, what he reads is not the book, but the truth in the book. However, the truth is not only in the book, but also outside the book. This officer listens to you discussing that Xu Yinluo spends eight thousand taels to redeem his life for the teacher, You have been discussing for a long time, but what reason can you make?"

How can this make sense?

"Sentiment and justice?"

"Think of money as dirt?"

Successors guessed.

Ma Xiuwen, a fellow of the Hanlin Academy, smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and said: "Farewell, what do you think?"

Xu Xinnian frowned, and inexplicably remembered that his eldest brother had cut his superiors with a knife. He went to visit in prison. The eldest brother once said: I am not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.

Looking back, everything he did later was just for peace of mind.

Xu Xinnian said solemnly: "But please peace of mind."

Ma Xiuwen, a fellow of the Hanlin Academy, scanned the crowd: "Remember this sentence, no matter what height you can reach in the future, I hope you will wait. Remember, but please peace of mind."

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After the value disappeared, Xu Xinnian returned to the mansion, thinking about what he had heard in the day.

Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table stupidly and asked: "Mother, where is my eldest brother."

My aunt ignored him.

"I am here........."

In the yard beside him, Xu Qi'an beckoned.

After the little brother came over, he whispered: "Don't talk about fragrant fragrance at home."

Xu Xinnian looked at his eldest brother: "What's wrong with Tifuxiang."

"The point is not the fragrant fragrance. The point is eight thousand liang. Auntie is like Xianglin's wife today, eight thousand two and eight thousand liang, muttering all day..."

While speaking, Xu Qi'an squeezed his eyebrows, a little headache.

Who is Xiangling's wife...Xu Xinnian muttered in his heart, then he lifted his chin and said calmly: "I just want to talk to my eldest brother."

"What?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"Life and death are destiny, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.

If you don't comfort people, don't comfort them. It sounds like you are talking coldly...Xu Qi'an nodded, yes.

He has buried Fuxiang’s bones, so he brought Zhong Li back to IndoMTL.com~ and took Chu Caiwei with him to find a good feng shui cemetery outside the capital.

Occasionally, I heard Chu Caiwei talk about something. Since Jianzhou came back, Yang Qianhuan has been in love with storytelling. Everyone talks about what she did in Jianzhou.

Si Tianjian’s apprentices cooperated with a loud applause and praised Brother Yang for being unparalleled in the world.

Yang Qianhuan is very happy.

However, as Xu Qi'an's deeds of eight thousand liang's redemption in Jiaofang Division spread to Si Tian Supervisor, Yang Qianhuan no longer likes to tell stories. In the past few days, Jiao Fang Si's people have seen a white shadow appear from time to time.

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After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the little brother's room and said, "Show me the records of the life of the emperor you wrote down these days."

Xu Xinnian drank tranquilizing soup, was about to rest, and pushed and said: "Wait for me to remember more."

"No, remember too much. You will filter out some details that you don't think are important. Last time I watched Yuanjing's daily life record, I noticed that you are wrong." Xu Qi'an said unhappy.

"What's the problem with this?" Xu Erlang didn't think his approach was wrong.

"It's not important, it's me who has the final say, not you." Xu Qi'an walked to the table, spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:

"Come here, elder brother will polish the ink for you himself."

Xu Xinnian reluctantly walked to the desk and sat down, holding up a pen to write. In the past few days, he has read a lot of the daily records of the emperor, all of which are in his mind.

If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed cut out some of the conversations he thinks is meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too great.

But if he writes now, he can restore what he wrote down exactly.

Half an hour later, Xu Erlang put down the brush, shook his hand gently, and pushed a dozen sheets of rice paper to his eldest brother: "Okay."

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