Chapter 71: Chapter 71 Weird Information

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 Weird InformationAfter paying the silver for the tea party, we entered the courtyard. There were seven or eight guests sitting in the room with charcoal fire, drinking tea and chatting, enjoying a good time.

Six dancers in colorful clothes and light gauze skirts danced gracefully, twisting their slender waists and plump hips.

Xu Qian'an looked around and didn't see the lady who was a lady outside and a coquettish courtesan in bed.

The tea party is not all about drinking games, there are also programs such as listening to music and watching dances. And the courtesan does not always appear to accompany the guests.

Similarly, guests also need "free space". Drinking games are interesting, but it is not conducive to communicating private matters.

Some guests come together to drink wine and keep in touch. At this time, a little freedom is needed to let them play by themselves.

The three of them sat down. Song Tingfeng shrugged and smiled with narrowed eyes: "It seems that Miss Fuxiang is not going to accompany guests tonight."

Xu Qiyan asked: "Why do you say that?"

Song Tingfeng explained: "The time for tea party is limited. Generally speaking, a group of guests can stay here for a maximum of one hour, either to the next table or to leave.

And if you want to have fun playing drinking games, it will take about an hour."

In other words, our group will not play drinking games, so Fuxiang will certainly not appear... Why do you know the rules of the Jiaofangsi so well? You must have visited it many times... Xu Qiyan nodded, indicating that he had learned something new.

After a dance, the dancing girl took a short break.

A young man in a light blue Confucian robe stood up, holding a cup, and looked around: "Is Mr. Yang Ling here?"

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

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

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk." The young man in a light blue scholar's robe raised his chin slightly: "Have you heard of it?"

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

"Of course, as soon as this poem came out, it was called the quatrain of plum blossoms through the ages by the current scholars. Even you people should have heard of it." The young man in the scholar's robe raised his head proudly: "Only we scholars can come up with a good sentence."

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

As the two talked, the drinkers beside them also stopped talking and listened attentively. "Because this eternal masterpiece was created in Yingmei Pavilion. This poem was given by Young Master Yang Ling to Miss Fuxiang. It uses plum blossoms to describe people, and the two complement each other. It is really a beautiful thought."

"No wonder Yingmei Pavilion has been so crowded with guests recently, and no wonder Miss Fuxiang never shows up."

"Yes, I heard that Miss Fuxiang no longer entertains guests easily."

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk... What a beautiful poem. I really want to meet Miss Fuxiang and that talented scholar."

Hearing this, the young man in the light blue Confucian shirt sighed and said, "Young Master Yang only appeared once in the Jiaofang Division, and then there was no news. The Imperial College sent people to Changle County to look for him, but he was nowhere to be found."

"Such a strange thing!" Everyone was shocked.

The young man in the light blue Confucian robe said helplessly: "I come to Yingmei Pavilion every day just to wait for him. Not only me, but all the students in Beijing want to make friends with him."

Song Tingfeng said: "That's good. Miss Fuxiang is no longer a woman we can covet."

Zhu Guangxiao also sighed.

Did I inadvertently drive up the price of AC? Xu Qian'an lowered his head and drank tea with a guilty conscience.

Song Tingfeng looked at his new colleague and said: "It's a pity that you are good at solving cases, but not at writing poems. If you can write a quatrain like Yang Ling, Miss Fuxiang will be willing to pay for you."

"Pay for you?!" Xu Qian'an found the highlight.

"Are the rumors about the love affairs between prostitutes and poor scholars fabricated? If the poor scholar occasionally writes a good poem and gives it to the prostitute, her value will increase greatly. This is a mutually beneficial thing, and those young and famous scholars are the objects of flattery by prostitutes.

"Don't say I don't want money, I'm willing to pay for it. Ziyang Jushi of Yunlu Academy was quite talented in poetry back then. After he passed the imperial examination, he stayed in the Jiaofangsi for three months without spending a penny. "Song Tingfeng said.

Zhu Guangxiao nodded and gave his affirmation.

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

A maid who served the guests left the table in a hurry, stared at Xu Qiyan for a few seconds, showed an ecstatic look, and ran out of the house without caring about her image, leaving the guests behind.

Soon, the courtesan dressed in gorgeous clothes appeared, her long skirt dragging on the ground, the gorgeous jewelry between her black hair and her beautiful face complemented

each other.

The thickness of the dress was just right, not bloated, highlighting the mature figure of exquisite protrusions; nor did it make people feel coquettish.

This was obviously more exquisite in dressing than when Xu Qiyan first met her. She didn't look like a courtesan of the Jiaofang Division, but a socialite with a certain status and

reputation.

Madam Fuxiang's beautiful eyes swept over the guests and paused at Xu Qi'an.

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

Zhu Guangxiao glanced at him, straightened his back, and said unconvincedly: "She looked at

me."

After bowing to the guests, Fuxiang said softly: "I will dance with you to help the guests

enjoy the fun."

The guests were very surprised. They didn't expect that the most popular courtesan in the Jiaofang Bureau would show up.

The sharp-minded guests thought more deeply. Fuxiang was known for her zither and poetry,

not dancing, so why did she dance today?

"With this figure, it would be great if she could dance a song of paradise for me..." Xu Qi'an

was admiring the graceful dance while thinking about it.

After the song ended, Fuxiang drank a glass of wine and left with a flushed face.

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

Zhu Guangxiao nodded.

Song Tingfeng raised his wine glass and gestured to Xu Qian'an: "Miss Fuxiang rarely dances,

but she plays the piano often. You are new to the Jiaofangsi, and it is worth the money to see

her dance."

Xu Qian'an raised his glass in response: "It would be great if I could stay in her room tonight."

Song Tingfeng laughed.

Zhu Guangxiao shook his head slightly.

As soon as Song Tingfeng finished laughing, he saw a maid coming over and said: "Mr. Yang, my wife invites you to come in for tea."

.... Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao looked at Xu Qian'an blankly, their expressions stiffening a little bit.

Xu Qian'an patted him on the shoulder: "See you at the gate of the courtyard at the hour of

Mao tomorrow."

Bang... The scholar in the light blue Confucian robe suddenly stood up from the desk, showing

a look of shock and ecstasy, and shouted: "Mr. Yang, are you Yang Ling? Are you Yang Ling?

Brother Yang, Brother Yang...I am Du Ying..."

Xu Qian'an stopped, bowed to him, and left with the maid.

Yang Ling... The drinkers in the room widened their eyes, and several scholars in Confucian

robes were ecstatic.

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

...

A warm bedroom, a bathtub behind a screen.

Xu Qi'an soaked in the hot water filled with petals, and exhaled comfortably.

Fu Xiang, who was wearing a light veil, had fair skin and an outstanding figure. She knelt

beside the bathtub to serve him, rubbing his body with her soft hands.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are getting more handsome." The courtesan admired Xu Qi'an's strong body, and her bright eyes could not move away.

Xu Qi'an had handsome features before, which was also good. When they met again today, although his appearance had not changed, he gave people an indescribable temperament. "As long as you like it, my change is worth it." Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows.

Fu Xiang blushed, and was a little shy and happy.

She said with a resentful look: "You can only say nice things to coax me, and you obviously

look down on me."

How can a man hold her all night and do nothing?

The next day, the courtesan woke up and had great doubts about her charm.

"I was tired that day..." Xu Qi'an said to himself, which sounded like an excuse from a man in

his forties or fifties.

He immediately changed the subject and asked, "Are you cold?"

The courtesan nodded immediately and said aggrievedly, "Cold-"

"If it's cold, let's take a bath together." Xu Qi'an pulled her into the bathtub.

Plop...

An unexpected scream.

Fuxiang lay in Xu Qi'an's arms and said coquettishly, "Hateful."

She sat on Xu Qi'an's belly, hooked her hands around his neck, and talked to him casually,

asking him for advice on poetry.

Although Xu Qi'an was a fake, he had a lot of poetry in his mind, and occasionally a few words

would pop out, which would make the courtesan blush with excitement.

"By the way, has Mr. Yang heard about the dismissal of Minister Zhou and his exile?"

Her seemingly casual words made Xu Qi'an alert.

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

The courtesan raised her charming and affectionate face, stared at him, and chuckled: "It

seems that it is because that Mr. Zhou is still treacherous and kidnapped the concubine of Marquis Weiwu."

"So beauty is a knife to scrape bones." Xu Qi'an said half surprised and half emotionally.

As a veteran of criminal investigation, no one can easily get information from him. However,

Fuxiang may be suspicious.

How can it be such a coincidence that Zhou Li really took action against the concubine of

Marquis Weiwu just after talking about the old story that day... Well, it may not be suspicion, but there is definitely curiosity.

I have to enhance this woman's favor for me, so that she will be inclined to me from the bottom of her heart, so that she won't tell some officials about me one day...

"Just now, I was touched when I saw the girl dancing, and I got a few words..." Xu Qian'an

hugged the beautiful woman's shoulders and chanted: "The hairpins and cloud-like hair are broken by the clapping, and the blood-colored silk clothes are stained by wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass by

casually." This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will

pass by casually... The courtesan's eyes were filled with tears, and she cried softly: "Young master, are you poking my heart? Young master has a cruel heart."

After bathing, the two lay on the gorgeous brocade bed, and Xu Qian'an looked through the

album placed beside the pillow.

The courtesan's brown eyes were as dark and moist as a deer in the forest, and her face was flushed with bright pink. She was shy, but she was ready to be picked by you. Exquisite appearance, plump figure, smooth and flawless skin, like a jade beauty.

"What do you mean?" Xu Qi'an glanced at her and raised the atlas in his hand.

Fuxiang pursed her lips and dared not answer.

Do you really think I am a virgin who needs scientific education? Xu Qi'an sneered and threw

away the atlas.

That night, the bed of the courtesan kept shaking until midnight.

....

At the hour of Mao the next day, Xu Qi'an dressed up with the help of a slightly haggard

beauty, had breakfast, and said goodbye to the affectionate Fuxiang.

The maid who served Fuxiang looked at him with admiration this morning, which made Xu

Qi'an very proud.

After leaving the courtyard of Yingmei Pavilion, he saw two energetic colleagues at the door.

As expected, she didn't ask me for money... Oh, I really don't want to get it for free, but the beauty is so kind... Xu Qi'an said in a brisk tone: "Good morning, both of you."

The three of them left the alley of Jiaofangsi side by side. Before leaving, Song Tingfeng

narrowed his eyes and couldn't help asking: "Miss Fuxiang... How is it?"

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Xu Qi'an looked ahead, with three parts of rebelliousness and three parts of ruffianism, and

raised the corner of his mouth: "That girl... is very smooth!"

...

Bought a few pieces of silk in the inner city, rented a carriage and rushed back to Xu's house.

Xu's second uncle took a leave today and stayed at home to wait for his news. Xu Xinnian

didn't study either, and he was in no mood.

It wasn't until Xu Qi'an asked the servants to carry the silk back that the family felt relieved.

Xu Qi'an didn't explain too much. He pointed at the silk and smiled, "It's for aunt and

sisters."

Aunt was holding her breath. She raised her snow-white and pointed chin and snorted.

Little Douding pulled his trouser legs to climb up, shouting, "Big brother, big brother, I saw

my sister hiding and crying yesterday."

The oval-faced Xu Lingyue blushed.

In front of his family, it was not good to show too much intimacy. Xu Qi'an smiled at the

beautiful girl, then kicked Little Douding in the air like a shuttlecock, and reached out to hug

her.

Aunt was startled, and Little Douding laughed heartlessly. Second uncle was stunned: "You have entered the Qi training realm."

After getting Xu Qi'an's affirmation, Second uncle showed a gratified smile like an old father.

In the study, Xu Qi'an simply explained the whole thing to Second Uncle and Erlang.

Both father and son were scared.

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

I want to know too... Xu Qian'an guessed: "Maybe I was the only outsider in the academy that day?"

On the day when the strange phenomenon occurred in the Yasheng Academy, the princess was also in the academy. It was impossible for her not to pay attention to this matter. In this case, it was reasonable to monitor the only outsider that day.

Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: "The princess is very thoughtful. Not only has she studied in Yunlu Academy for many years, but she has a half-master-disciple relationship with Wei Yuan. Her chess skills are superb. She recommended you as a night watchman, not just a

casual move.

"Brother, if she summons you in the future, don't be surprised. Remember to be careful and

treat it with caution."

Xu Qian'an said "hmm".

The fact that the arrogant Xu Cijiu attaches so much importance to and fears this princess

shows that she is not a simple person.

After Xu Xinnian finished speaking, he suddenly raised his chin and said: "I have entered the

realm of self-cultivation."

I have also become an eighth-rank Confucian master!

Xu Qian'an was pleasantly surprised, "What is so magical about the Confucian scholars in the

realm of self-cultivation?"

Xu Xinnian raised the corner of his mouth: "Where justice lies, even if there are tens of

thousands of people, I will go."

At this moment, Xu Qian'an's heart was filled with lofty sentiments, and he burst out with the courage to face thousands of troops alone.

This inexplicable courage lasted for a quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating. "Self-cultivation is the process of sharpening literary courage. Confucian scholars in this realm are convincing in every word and deed. For example, my eldest brother just felt that

what I said made sense, so he would do it unconsciously. In the future, I will be an official in the court, and I will be no worse than you in solving cases." No, I rely on real skills, and you rely on cheating! Xu Qian'an said in his heart. This is equivalent to a courage BUFF, the prototype of saying what you say and following the

law... Xu Qian'an's eyes lit up, and he looked at his second uncle, and the former said: "Ci Jiu,

my eldest brother treats you well..."

"Get out! "Xu Xinnian left without waiting for him to finish.

A crude warrior.

Xu Qian'an returned to his own courtyard and took a nap.

Suddenly, he woke up inexplicably, and the source of his awakening was the small jade mirror

hidden under his pillow.

A line of small words appeared on the jade mirror:

[Jiu: Where are you?]