Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Interception

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: InterceptionXu Erlang remained silent. Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man and shook his head, saying, "It's just a random doggerel. I heard that young man say that his calligraphy is not good and he can't write well, so I asked this young man to help write for me."

Xu Ershu is an old man in the world. He pretended to be a bystander and distanced himself from his nephew and son.

Everyone immediately looked at Xu Xinnian. Xu Erlang snorted and answered them with a cold attitude.

His attitude made the middle-aged man who asked the question angry and embarrassed, and The returned to his original position.

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

"It's not good to stay in there. It will be bad if people find out that the three of us are related." Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

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

There was a charcoal fire in the room for heating. When you first come out, the temperature difference is so huge that you can't help but shiver.

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said, "If you originally stayed in Yingmei Pavilion, those maids... only one tael of silver would be enough.

"Now you can only go to the other courtyard to find other women... instead of maids, the lowest price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for tea."

At this point, Xu Pingzhi paused, and seeing that his son did not habitually ask him why he knew so much.

Strange, at the same time, he was relieved.

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

"Erlang, take the silver. "

The Xu family was bankrupt because of the tax case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi got a lot of money through gray channels, but overall they were still in a tight situation.

Uncle Xu didn't think his son could come up with five taels of silver.

Xu Xinnian was slightly moved and whispered: "Dad, what about you?"

Uncle Xu smiled indifferently: "Dad was not afraid of cold and heat when he was in the realm of refining essence. Even if he slept on the roadside for a night, it would not be a problem. Your body can't stand the cold wind at night."

Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, slightly bent his back, endured the chilly night wind, stared at the five taels of silver in a trance, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't want it."

Uncle Xu insisted that his son accept it.

During the tug of war, with a snap, a ingot of official silver fell out of Xu Xinnian's arms, not more, not less, exactly five taels.

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

On the other side, the maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and motioned Xu Qian'an to come in, but she herself had no intention of going in.

"Please come in, Mr. Yang!"

The moment the shoji door was opened, a warm fragrance came to my face. The ground was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen. It was expensive, but it was also very labor- intensive.

The lichen was embroidered with blue lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.

When a woman walked on it, lotus flowers bloomed with every step. When a senior official walked on it, he would rise to the top.

She was very thoughtful.

A three-fold screen that copied the famous painting "Rain on Banana Leaves" separated the sleeping area from the brocade hall. A young woman with extraordinary grace knelt on a small couch in front of the screen, on which a phoenix-tailed harp was placed.

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

When their eyes met, she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her lips.

The most gentle thing was the gentleness of lowering her head, like a water lotus shying away from the cool breeze... This poem came to Xu Qian'an's mind.

When she was drinking, she was as elegant as a lady from a noble family. When she was lying on the bed, she was so charming that people wanted to talk but couldn't.

This is a charm that only women from the Jiaofang Bureau can cultivate.

Xu Qian'an had two heads, one was big.

"Sir?" The courtesan smiled foolishly, "Why are you looking at me like this, sir?"

Because you are so beautiful... Xu Qian'an sighed, "I heard that Miss Fuxiang is extremely talented and a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. Even if you say that Miss Fuxiang is the most beautiful woman in the world, I still believe it."

"Sir Yang, don't make fun of me. "Fuxiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, and smiled between her eyebrows, obviously very happy.

...

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

Is he here to drink tea?

Mr. Zhao left the tea room with a lot of complaints and walked towards the master bedroom, but was stopped by the maid at the door. Sёarᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I have been waiting in the tea room for a long time, why doesn't Miss Fuxiang see me." Mr. Zhao questioned the maid.

"Mr. Zhao, don't blame me, my lady has chosen someone else." The maid replied.

"!!!" Mr. Zhao felt that his forehead was hit by several thunders one after another, and then he surged with anger and shouted:

"Miss Fuxiang clearly chose me, why did you suddenly change your mind, are you teasing me? If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being rude."

His fierce tone and ferocious words frightened the maid, and she subconsciously wanted to call the attendants in the yard.

"Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is not convinced, you can take the poem out and let him see it."

The voice of the courtesan, full of feminine charm, came from the room.

The maid looked at Mr. Zhao cautiously, opened the shoji door to a gap that only allowed one person to pass through, and flashed in.

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

The latter took it and glanced at it. The angry expression immediately solidified on his face,

and then slowly melted away, replaced by astonishment, shock, and disbelief...

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

...

The guests outside were surprised to find that Mr. Zhao actually came out.

It's over?!

Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize that something was wrong. He was 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 actually gossiping. Earlier, the maid called the Yang away, and soon after, Master Zhao came out in a daze.

It was obvious that someone had intercepted the plump peony flower halfway and plucked it.

Master Zhao, wearing a green robe, slowly glanced at everyone and murmured, "I lost, and I

lost with conviction."

"What happened, lost? Where to start?"

"Brother Zhao, that person wrote a poem, right? What poem could make Miss Fuxiang break

the rules?"

"You should tell me quickly, it's so anxious."

The guests all came up.

Master Zhao ignored him and walked out, muttering, "All the flowers are falling, only

Xuanyan..."

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

"..... All the charm is in the small garden. "

At this time, Mr. Zhao had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests followed him

involuntarily, listening.

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the

moonlight at dusk..."

The guests did not follow and stayed where they were, and the air fell into silence for a short

time.

No one spoke for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a student burst into tears and trembled: "Once this poem

came out, it will shame the people who have chanted plum blossoms throughout the ages... Ladies and gentlemen, I will take my leave first. I will go to another place to have tea and

spread the poem."

"I will also take my leave. How can I be left out to make a name for myself in the poetry world

of Dafeng?"

The guests dispersed in a hurry, and couldn't wait to attend the tea party in the other

courtyard, and then threw out this poem to make a splash.