Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Nine Yin Manual

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Nine Yin Manual"Is this Mr. Xu?"

Xu Qian'an heard someone calling his name behind him.

Damn, was I recognized by someone I know when I was visiting a brothel? He cursed

inwardly, turned around, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him was a handsome boy wearing a green dress, the same attire as the boy standing at the door of Yingmei Pavilion.

"Mr. Xu, my daughter Ming Yan wants to invite you for tea." The handsome boy bowed and smiled flatteringly.

Ming Yan... Xu Qian'an searched in his mind for a moment and knew who this girl Ming Yan was. She was also an oiran, a famous oiran who became famous for dancing, and was at the same level as Fuxiang before.

Of course, Fuxiang is now a different person after a wave of successful hype, and has surpassed all the oirans in the Jiaofangsi.

For those who learn dancing... As we all know, the effects of dancing and yoga are the same! Xu Qiyan's eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled and said, "Lead the way."

The handsome young man smiled suddenly, and kept bowing, "Mr. Xu, follow me, please come this way, please come this way..."

Madam Mingyan would definitely be overjoyed to be able to invite Xu Qiyan over, and she would not be stingy with the reward. If he returned empty-handed, she would definitely be scolded.

At the door of Yingmei Pavilion, the small doorman who was about to come out to greet Xu Qiyan saw this scene, his face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to win back Mr. Xu and scold his colleagues who poached him.

Then he thought that his status and position were not enough to intervene in this matter, and he might even make Mr. Xu dislike him.

He gritted his teeth, closed the door, and ran into the yard in a hurry.

"Sisters, something bad is going to happen." He entered the wine house, stood at the door, and shouted a warning to the maid who was wiping the table and placing cold dishes inside. A tall and pretty maid frowned and looked over, her voice soft: "What's the matter?"

The little gatekeeper was anxious and said indignantly: "Mr. Xu was robbed by someone, just outside the courtyard gate, and was snatched away by the servant in Mingyan's courtyard halfway."

"What?"

"This little bitch just robbed our wife's man."

The maids were startled, and the tall maid suddenly threw off the wet cloth, lifted the hem of her skirt, and rushed to the master bedroom as if reporting military intelligence.

....

In the master bedroom, Fuxiang, wearing a plum blossom long skirt, sat lazily on the couch, holding a book in her hand, tasting purple grapes while concentrating on reading the well- known story of talented scholars and beautiful women.

The fruit plate was full of seasonal fruits, grapes, sugar cane, bananas, winter dates, etc.

The maidservant who served her squatted beside the bed, holding Fuxiang's white and delicate little feet in her hands and kneading the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet. "My wife has been in a trance recently and is not very happy. Are you thinking about Mr. Xu?" "Why should I miss a stinky man?" Fuxiang shook her head.

"Then why do you always ask me to go outside to ask if Mr. Xu has come every night when we have tea?" The maidservant snickered.

Fuxiang frowned and pointed at the fruit plate and said, "All men in the world are the same, just like sugar cane."

"Sugar cane?"

"It's sweet at first, so sweet that it makes people's hearts melt. As you eat it, you will find that it is just a mouthful of dregs at the end." Fuxiang pouted.

Taking off her dignified and gentle frame, her eyebrows and expressions are more vivid and lively.

The maidservant smiled and thought, even if it is dregs, it is really sweet when it is sweet. Fuxiang was fine at first, but the maid started talking. She couldn't calm down and pursed her lips:

"What do you think of Xu Lang?"

The maid laughed and said, "Very good."

Fuxiang blushed and kicked the maid lightly. She glared at him and said, "Don't you think he is different from other men?"

The maid recalled and agreed, "He is gentler than other men. He doesn't look down on us with that kind of arrogance. But when he stares at my chest, he is no cleaner than those men outside."

"Men are all lustful," Fuxiang didn't care about it. She pinched a grape and stuffed it into her mouth:

"Recently, a sentence of seven words has been circulated in the Jiaofang Bureau. It is quite amazing, "Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk." It is said to have come from the palace."

The maid nodded: "I heard from the guests who came to the tea party that it was written by the princes and princesses when they were drinking. I just don't know which prince has such a talent for poetry."

At this time, the tall maid ran over, panting a little, with a little anxious look in her eyes, and said: "Madam, Mr. Xu just came to the Jiaofangsi..."

At this point, she paused for a few seconds to calm her breath.

Fuxiang said "hmm" and didn't care much, "Let him wait outside for the wine and food."

This man, I haven't seen him for almost ten days. He called her little sweetie when they were under the flowers and moon, but he ignored her when he was no longer interested.

It's just a man, there's no need to worry about him.

The maid shook her head repeatedly, "Mr. Xu was kidnapped by Madam Mingyan's men halfway, and now he has gone to someone else's yard."

"What?!"

Fuxiang stood up with a "swoosh", her chest waved, her eyebrows raised, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Change clothes and go to Qingchi Courtyard."

....

In the elegantly decorated brocade hall, Xu Qian'an admired the appearance of the dancing courtesan with a smile.

She wore a goose yellow gauze skirt, which was neither conservative nor gaudy. She had clear eyes and a pointed jaw. Because of years of dancing, she had a spirit of vigor that other women in the Jiaofang Division did not have.

In addition, her figure was not hot, but the proportions were excellent.

"I have been keeping an eye on Mr. Xu for a while, but unfortunately, whenever he comes to the Jiaofangsi, he goes straight to Yingmei Pavilion." Ming Yan's voice is gentle, like resentment or joking, with a smile on his lips:

"Today, I finally got the chance."

Xu Qian'an said with a smile, "I am afraid of offending the beauty", but he was calculating in

his heart that this courtesan is at the same level as Fuxiang. At the beginning, Fuxiang's value was thirty taels of silver for a night of spring, and this one should be about the same, not counting the silver for tea.

I didn't bring so much silver today, but I have a lot of gold, but it can't be used as a circulating

currency.

The two chatted for a few words, and a maid ran in hurriedly, lowering her head, "Madam, Fuxiang is here, I, we can't stop her."

Ming Yan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems that Fuxiang has deep feelings for you and regards you as a forbidden delicacy."

Xu Qian'an also raised his eyebrows. At first glance, this sentence seems to be a compliment, but if you taste it carefully, it is actually to sow discord.

Being regarded as a forbidden delicacy by a prostitute is not a glorious thing in the eyes of

men in this era.

Ha, bitchy... Xu Qian'an drank a sip of wine and didn't feel unhappy or annoyed. Different people have different attitudes. Isn't it normal for women in the Jiaofangsi to be bitchy? How can you survive in such a place without a few brushes?

If you want to talk about the place with the heaviest bitchy, the emperor's harem is the undisputed industry leader.

Just thinking about it, Fuxiang has brought in a maid. The courtesan has a gloomy face and her beautiful eyes flash with a sharp light. The moment she entered the room, her eyebrows and eyes became gentle without any signs, and she said pitifully:

"I heard that Xu Lang came to the Jiaofangsi, and I also want to join in the fun and serve Miss

Mingyan together."

This level of speaking is amazing. She came to Qingchiyuan not to fight with the army, but to

serve together.

It not only declared sovereignty and hit the courtesan Ming Yan, but also pleased Xu Qi'an. Which man doesn't want to be told by two courtesans at the same time?

Ming Yan pulled up a warm smile: "Why bother you to come here specially? I want to talk to

Mr. Xu, but when you come... I feel embarrassed to say it."

Fu Xiang pretended not to hear, holding up her skirt, and naturally sat beside Xu Qi'an,

carefully pouring wine for him, picking up dishes, and tidying up his messy hair.

"Is Mr. Xu busy with official business recently?"

"Yes." Xu Qi'an saw the courtesan leaning over and hugged her small waist.

"Then come to Yingmei Pavilion later, and I will massage your shoulders and press your acupuncture points for you." Fu Xiang said softly.

Ming Yan gritted her teeth secretly, wishing to use a broom to drive this stinky woman out of the door. She got a big advantage and became a famous prostitute with a far-reaching reputation. She should be content.

There is no reason to keep a man by your side and not give a share to the sisters in the Music

Bureau.

Footsteps came hurriedly again, it was the same maid from before, she looked strange, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and whispered:

"Madam, several courtesans are here..."

"What?" Ming Yan and Fu Xiang exclaimed.

Xu Qi'an's ears moved, and he heard the laughter and chatter of the girls. After a while, a

group of high-quality beauties dressed in fancy but not coquettish clothes came in one after

another.

Some of them were charming and passionate, some were coquettish and passionate, some were reserved like ladies, and some were weak like Daiyu.

There were various styles, a total of seven people.

But no matter their figure or appearance, they were all outstanding beauties.

"Hello, Mr. Xu!" The courtesans stood in a row, bowed, and their voices were pleasant to the

ears.

There were only four words left in Xu Qi'an's mind: club young models.

Fuxiang and Mingyan were so angry, but they had to pretend to be warm and entertain the

courtesans.

The Jin Hall couldn't hold so many people, so the courtesan Mingyan asked everyone to go to the hall outside and arranged for the maids to serve wine and food.

The nine courtesans chatted and laughed at ease, as if they were really good sisters, but their

eyes from time to time cast at Xu Qi'an, exposing the fact that they were secretly competing.

They were all shrewd people, coveting Xu Qi'an's body, but they didn't show it. They maintained their status and demeanor as courtesans.

However, Xu Qi'an smelled the faint smell of gunpowder, especially Fuxiang, who always

showed a little impetuousness when she looked around.

What's the matter, do you want to play the Nine Yin Manual... It's a pity that there is no

mobile phone, otherwise you can post it on WeChat Moments to show off... Xu Qi'an exchanged glances with the courtesans while complaining in his heart.

A courtesan with a talented temperament suggested playing a drinking game. After three rounds of drinking, Xu Qi'an's performance was mediocre, and no popular poems

came out, which disappointed the several courtesans who came because of him. The talented courtesan who proposed to play drinking games smiled and said: "Do you know

the half sentence of "After being drunk, I am not in the sky but in the water, and the boat is

full of clear dreams and presses the stars"?"

The courtesans suddenly became active, and said: "Of course I know, what a beautiful

sentence."

Fuxiang smiled and said: "It is said that it came from the palace."

The talented courtesan nodded slightly, "Then do you know who wrote it?"

The courtesans' eyes lit up and looked at her in unison: "Aya knows?"

Xu Qi'an lowered his head to drink.

The talented courtesan shook her head: "I don't know, but I know something else, which is

not in the Jiaofangsi..."

She paused deliberately and drank slowly.

"Hurry up and tell me." The courtesans urged anxiously.

Fuxiang's attention was also drawn to it, her eyes sparkling, and a smile unconsciously curled

up at the corner of her mouth.

Xu Qian'an had seen this expression before. In his previous life, his girlfriend and her bestie

had almost the same attitude when they talked about luxury bags.

Aya was very satisfied with the attitude of the girls and smiled: "This poem was also born

during the drinking game. The people who participated in the banquet at that time were all princesses and princesses."

"Is it the eldest princess?" The courtesans guessed.

If any of the princes and princesses could write such a superb seven-character poem, it must

be the famous eldest princess Huaiqing.

"I don't know about that." Aya shook her head, looked at Xu Qi'an in a bitch way, and said

with a smile:

"Although it's only half a poem, the level is not inferior to Mr. Xu's Plum Blossom. But I think

Mr. Xu's poetry is unique, and that half of the poem seems to be a flash of inspiration, not as talented as Mr. Xu."

"Yes, yes, has Mr. Xu made any good works recently? I have admired you for a long time." Another charming and passionate courtesan threw a coquettish look.

The other courtesans did not speak, but smiled and looked at him affectionately.

They were both competitors and collaborators, trying to join forces to squeeze some precious

things from Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an drank his wine and chuckled: "Recently, my talent has dried up and I have no new

works. After all, I can't write a poem every three or four days."

Hearing him say this, the women were disappointed at first and looked sad, and then realized

that there was something wrong with what he said.

Three or four days? Isn't Mr. Xu's latest work the one dedicated to Fuxiang, and the one before that is "Who in the world doesn't know you" dedicated to Ziyang Jushi? They don't know the poem to encourage learning.

Both poems have been around for some time and are widely sung, but the popularity has

slowly declined. What does it mean that it's three or four days... It means that he had a new work three or four days ago.

Aya remembered the half-seven-character poem that came from the palace. It was the day

before yesterday. It would take some time for the poems in the palace to be sent to the Jiaofangsi. So the time was about right.

She opened her beautiful eyes wide, and her slender fingers tightened the brocade handkerchief. At this moment, her body trembled slightly with excitement. She stared straight at Xu Qiyan, and her voice trembled a little:

"Mr. Xu... Your new work is..."

Fuxiang reacted the fastest. She turned her head suddenly, and Xu Qiyan's appearance was Searᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

reflected in her watery eyes.

It was a kind of excitement and nervousness that was about to be said but not yet said, just

like the joy and expectation of suddenly discovering that the thing you love and love is right

next to

you. The chattering and laughing suddenly stopped, and the hall became quiet. The smart and clever courtesans realized something and turned their heads to cast complicated and inexplicable glances.

Some were expectant, some were surprised, and some were at a loss.