Chapter 264: Chapter 34 Number 4: Both brothers are handsome

Chapter 264: Chapter 34 Number 4: Both brothers are handsome"Is Fuxiang your lover in the Jiaofangsi?" Zhong Li asked.

Xu Qi'an was surprised and said, "How do you know?"

Zhong Li nodded, lowered his head slightly, and walked slowly, "If we were not close, why would you ask me to see a doctor? And you are a person with great luck, you will not be like those men who are a servant of a courtesan."

Fifth sister, you still have the potential to be a detective... Xu Qi'an said "hmm": "This Fuxiang, she is my confidante. When I was young, I was talented and had a photographic memory. I was a natural reader.

"But my second uncle planned my life early, so that Dafeng missed a great poet... That year I was fourteen years old, and I took my cousin to participate in a literary gathering organized by scholars in the Imperial College. That day, it was raining and snowing... You know, a literary gathering is a gathering for academic exchanges. Some women from the Jiaofangsi will be invited to play music to liven up the atmosphere, and Fuxiang was among them.

"I made a splash at the literary conference. Everyone praised my poetry. Fuxiang also fell deeply in love with me at that literary conference. Since then, we have often exchanged letters and started a platonic love. Platonic love is spiritual love, absolutely no vulgar physical relationship..."

Zhong Li interrupted lightly: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Promise me not to tell Caiwei."

"Oh."

Zhong Li turned her head and looked at him for a moment, then retracted her gaze and continued to walk forward. When she was near Yingmei Pavilion, she said, "I know how to read qi."

11

Before people arrived at Yingmei Pavilion, Xu Qian'an had already heard the sound of stringed instruments.

Hey, is Yingmei Pavilion having tea so early today? He took Zhong Li to the gate of the courtyard and saw that the two black painted courtyard doors were closed, and the sound of drums and music came from inside.

Bang bang bang... Xu Qian'an knocked on the gate.

"Yingmei Pavilion is booked." The voice of a young servant in green clothes came from inside the door.

"It's me." Xu Qi'an said.

The courtyard door opened, and the young servant in blue clothes showed a happy expression, saying repeatedly: "Mr. Xu, you are here. There is a great guest in the Jiaofangsi tonight, and he is in the room."

Hearing this, Xu Qi'an frowned, "Great guest?"

In Xu Qi'an's opinion, only those above the third rank are considered great, but officials of this identity and status basically do not come to the Jiaofangsi.

The officials in the court have their own style.

"Yes, as soon as he came to the Jiaofangsi, he went straight to Yingmei Pavilion and said he wanted to see our wife's piano skills. Our wife didn't intend to accompany him to drink, so she declined." The blue-clothed servant said "Hey", pretending to be mysterious:

"Guess what?"

Xu Qi'an glanced at him and answered honestly: "My mother came in person and talked to Fuxiang behind closed doors for a long time. I don't know what she said, but my wife had no choice but to accept it and came out to sing reluctantly.

"The most incredible thing is that twelve courtesans from the Jiaofangsi came at once, uninvited."

Xu Qi'an was shocked and thought that even the old man Wang Shoufu didn't have this treatment.

Of course, Old Wang is old and probably doesn't have the mind and energy to come to the Jiaofangsi for fun.

"Okay, I didn't expect there are such people in the capital. No, the Jiaofangsi must be the place where I stand out. I have to go and meet this guy."

Thinking of this, Xu Qian'an nodded calmly: "Take me to see her."

.......

At this time, in the hall where guests were entertained for drinking, Fuxiang sat in the middle of the room, bowing her head and playing the piano, gentle and beautiful, vivid and charming.

She had a special temperament when playing the piano, not like a courtesan in the Jiaofangsi, but a lady waiting to be married.

The guests sat at the table, except for the man in the green shirt with a strand of white hair on his forehead, the rest of the guests were accompanied by a courtesan.

After the song ended, Fuxiang stood up and bowed, saying: "Excuse me."

"Madam Fuxiang is too modest. In this Beijing Jiaofangsi, there are almost no people who can compete with you in terms of piano skills." A man with a goatee and casual clothes laughed. "Hurry up and take a seat, our great hero Chu is waiting. "Another pot-bellied man echoed. The drinkers present started to make a noise.

Some even said it directly, jokingly: "Since the quatrain about plum blossoms, Madam Fuxiang has stopped drinking with us, but now that Brother Chu is back, it's another matter. Madam Fuxiang, don't keep Brother Chu waiting for too long."

Fuxiang's eyes were full of smiles, and she swept over the drinkers. These people were not simple. They were either officials with real power in the six ministries, or scholars of the Hanlin Academy, censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and other nobles.

And the man in the blue shirt was even more extraordinary. He was the top scholar in the 27th year of Yuan Jing, and now the number one swordsman in the capital.

He not only satisfied the enthusiasm of the women of the Jiaofang Division for talented men and beautiful women, but also satisfied their fantasy of the chivalrous knights in the rivers and lakes, with a double halo. Therefore, as soon as the news of his arrival at the Jiaofang Division came, twelve courtesans came uninvited and took the initiative to accompany him for drinks.

"Please forgive me, gentlemen, I am not feeling well, and it is not appropriate for me to drink today. "Fuxiang smiled reservedly and turned to an empty table.

Several officials frowned, feeling unhappy.

Although Fuxiang's reputation was well-known and no longer limited to the Beijing Jiaofangsi, she was too self-righteous. He just asked her to accompany him for drinks, and he didn't want to do anything to her.

On the contrary, the blue-shirted swordsman smiled freely and didn't care.

The drinkers present were all Jinshi born in the 27th year of Yuan Jing, and they had a very good relationship with him. This time they came to the Jiaofangsi to drink, firstly to reminisce about the past, and secondly to see Fuxiang, the famous courtesan in Dafeng. In Chu Zhuangyuan's opinion, appearance was secondary, but he admired her restrained temperament.

Mingyan looked around, raised a bright smile, and said to warm up the situation: "Our lady Fuxiang has stopped accompanying wine since she got together with Lord Xu. She is still waiting for Lord Xu to redeem her. Gentlemen, please don't make things difficult for her."

Although all the people present were officials with real power, they were all younger brothers in front of the night watchman. In front of Xu Qian'an, the night watchman who had just been conferred a title, he was the younger brother among younger brothers.

Sure enough, the drinkers restrained their displeasure and lowered their heads to drink.

Chu Zhuangyuan raised his eyebrows: "Lord Xu? Which Lord Xu. "

For some reason, he was very sensitive to the surname "Xu".

At the same time, he remembered what No. 1 said when No. 2 asked No. 1 for information

about a Tongluo named Xu in the Dishu chat group:

This person's biggest weakness is lust, and he has affairs with many courtesans in the

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Then, he contacted No. 3, who he had just met but pretended not to know him, and had a cousin with outstanding poetic talent. That cousin was the one who wrote "The fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk" and achieved the fame of floating fragrance.

Ming Yan waited for a while, and when no one answered, he smiled and said: "Speaking of that Lord Xu, he is really an incredible person. He made his fortune in the tax silver case in

October last year..."

He talked about Xu Qian'an's deeds in detail.

"In Yunzhou, one man and one knife blocked the enemy army of 8,000, fighting alone for half

an hour..."

The courtesans of the Jiaofangsi had heard this story several times, but they still listened to it with great interest and were fascinated.

Fuxiang was a little proud and complacent. She raised her chin and said softly: "Xu Lang faced thousands of enemy troops when he was exhausted."

Seeing this, another courtesan, Xiaoya, quickly took over the topic and said crisply: "The

young man was chivalrous and made friends with heroes from the five cities. He was open- minded and his hair stood on end. In the conversation, he shared life and death. A promise is

worth a thousand gold."

"Good words!"

Chu Zhuangyuan praised loudly, and at the same time, a doubt flashed through his mind:

Didn't No. 2 say that there were more than 400 rebels besieging the Provincial Administration Commission, and Xu Qian'an killed 200 enemies and died of exhaustion. How did it become

8,000 people?

An official said: "It is indeed a good poem. It would be a pity for such a great talent not to study. Xu Pingzhi is not a good son."

The other drinkers nodded in agreement, and then said: "It's a pity that Xu Qi'an didn't come

to the Jiaofangsi today, otherwise he would have known the talent of our champion." Hearing this, a series of "?" appeared in Chu Zhuangyuan's mind.

Didn't Xu Qi'an die in Yunzhou? After more than a month, it is impossible that the capital did

not get the news.

At this moment, Fuxiang cheered in surprise: "Xu Lang!"

The blue-clothed servant led Xu Qi'an into the courtyard, walked to the hall, and said: "It's

not that the villain is making trouble, that gentleman is much more popular than you.

"I asked the sisters in the courtyard, hey, this gentleman is a legendary figure. The champion

of the 37th year of Yuanjing, I don't know why, then resigned from office and became a

wanderer. "Then he shined brightly and made a great reputation in the capital, and was praised by Wei Gong as the first swordsman in the capital. "

Xu Qiyan stopped suddenly, thinking, what the hell, is No. 4 in there? What's wrong with the top scholar of Dafeng? Are they all old drivers of Jiaofangsi?

No. 4 knows that I am my cousin who said goodbye to the old man, and that I have died in Yunzhou... Now that I am not dead, I will tell him in the Dishu chat group... Li Miaozhen will think of the fact that she was induced to social death by "No. 3"... Xu Qiyan never expected

that social death would come so quickly.

"Xu Lang!"

In Fuxiang's surprised call, Xu Qiyan found that social death came faster than he thought.

In the hall, the drinkers and the courtesans turned their heads and looked at him. Given the current tense situation between No. 4 and No. 2, they should not take the initiative

to chat, steadying one hand and steadying the other... Xu Qiyan instantly suppressed all

emotions, stepped into the hall with a smile, and bowed:

"Sorry to bother you all. "

The officials present all smiled, called him "Mr. Viscount" and warmly invited him to take a

seat, as if they were very familiar with Xu Qian'an.

The courtesans were more surprised.

"Xu Lang."

Fu Xiang smiled like a flower, led him to sit down, and poured wine diligently.

When Xu Qi'an sat down, he looked back and found that Zhong Li was gone.

She should be hiding somewhere... Don't be too far away from me, otherwise the Jiaofangsi

may be burned down tonight... Thinking in his heart, Xu Qi'an looked at No. 4 and examined

him openly.

No. 4 is a handsome guy. A strand of white hair on his forehead adds to his charm. He is free

and easy all over.

Chu Zhuangyuan is also examining Xu Qi'an. Apart from other things, just based on this

appearance, he believes that the night watchman in front of him is the cousin of No. 3. The two brothers are both talented and handsome.

How did he survive... Chu Zhuangyuan nodded and said: "Chu Yuanzhen, Zizhen."

Xu Qi'an bowed: "Xu Qi'an, Ningyan."

The next game was drinking games, with the literary courtesan Xiaoya acting as the gamemaster. They had a lot of fun playing couplets and poetry games.

The only regret was that Xu Qiyan did not participate, but let Fuxiang do it for him. He just

drank and ate meat.

Xu Qiyan came to the Jiaofangsi to visit Fuxiang. Seeing that she was in high spirits and

looked rosy, he believed that it was just a minor cold and that he had been worrying too much.

"Such a beautiful day, Lord Xu, don't you really want to compose a poem? "An official was unwilling to give up and encouraged Xu Qian'an to write a poem.

Xu Qian'an refused by saying that he had run out of ideas.

Not only were the officials present disappointed, but the courtesans were also very regretful.

In fact, it was not that he did not want to write a poem, but he did not think of when to write a

poem.

Today, Wei Yuan gave him a task, which was to mediate and prevent No. 4 and No. 2 from fighting to the death, and let them fight to a certain extent.

In this way, he had to increase the favorability of No. 4 first. "Brother Chu, yesterday I heard from my colleagues in the government office that because of

the imminent dispute between heaven and man, Li Miaozhen, a disciple of the Tianzong, is

about to go to Beijing. And you are a sword cultivator of the Renzong..." Xu Qian'an paused and did not continue, but the implication was obvious.

No. 4 Chu Yuanzhen smiled and said, "I will represent the Renzong and fight with the

disciples of the Tianzong."

He knew Xu Qian'an inside and out. This person made friends with Li Miaozhen when he was

in Yunzhou. He was also a Tongluo who was highly regarded by Wei Yuan. It was not surprising that he knew these inside stories.

Xu Qian'an took the opportunity to look at the long sword leaning against the wine table and

asked curiously: "Can I see the sharpness of this sword?"

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head: "Since the defeat to Zhang Kaitai that year, this sword has

never been unsheathed."

"That's it, the sword has rusted in the scabbard." Xu Qian'an blurted out.

"What?" Number 4 was stunned.

"My meaning is, why the sword is not unsheathed."

Chu Yuanzhen smiled gently, without airs, and answered every question: "I am cultivating

the sword energy. If this sword is not unsheathed, it is fine. If it is unsheathed, it will be sharp."

Xu Qian'an nodded slowly, and suddenly got an inspiration. He held the wine glass, frowned,

and pretended to be in deep thought. "What's wrong? "No. 4 asked.

Xu Qian'an said leisurely: "I was out of ideas before and couldn't write a good poem, but after

listening to Brother Chu's words, my ideas suddenly came to me and I couldn't help but want

to write a poem."

The eyes of the drinkers and the courtesans lit up and looked at him intently. No. 4 was a little surprised and a little surprised, and sat up straight, "I'm all ears."