The next day, rest.
Xu Qi'an got up a little late, stretched out his muscles and bones, ate prematurely in the room, and then gathered in twos and threes in the outer hall.
Jiang Lvzhong slept last night with a plump little Huakui. This morning, he wanted to treat Xu Qian as his son. You should know that Hua Kui usually doesn't like Wu Fu when he is in a tea circle, but Jiang Luzhong is the golden gong of the watchman's Yamen. How can he fight with a group of merchants.
In addition, the Department of Jiaofang is the site of the Ministry of rites. Watchmen and civil servants never deal with it, and it's not easy to force Huakui to sleep. Therefore, the higher the level of the staff, the less they like to come to Jiaofang. It's all in other brothels.
"No wonder it's said that you are the killer of Huakui." Ginger law patted Xu Qi'an's shoulder, red smile.
Huakui killer? When did I have this strange name. Xu Qian said blankly: "what?"
"The story of nine women fighting for men has spread in the capital." Jiang said.
Lao Tzu's wind comment was killed... However, Huakui's killer is Huakui's killer, which is better than Xu Bai's whoring. Xu Qi'an remembered that it was the night when the nine Huakui visited him when he captured the fox demon that day.
At this time, Li Yuchun came out, full of energy and spirit.
"Chief, how was your sleep last night?" Song Tingfeng welcomes it.
Li Yuchun nodded slightly: "not bad, just a little noisy."
Xu seven an's heart make complaints about it. I thought you would say: the rhythm of the rocking bed is not consistent.
When Fuxiang wakes up, the smelly man who doesn't care for beauty has left. She gets up with the quilt, yawns lazily, and bathes under the servant girl's service.
"Lady Mingyan has just sent someone to tell her to invite her to Qingchi hospital for a drink at lunch." Said the maid.
Nothing to pay attention to, not to cheat or steal... Fuxiang secretly poked to think, light way: "I know."
Wipe clean white soft body, put on a light white dress, wearing a fox fur coat, sitting in the warm bedroom, read the meeting book, until lunch.
In Qingchi courtyard, Huakui of Ming inkstone held a banquet in the hall, inviting six or seven Huakui, and Fuxiang was among them.
Each has its own merits.
Those who are beautiful may not be able to be Huakui, but those who are beautiful and talented must be Huakui.
"It's said that Mr. Xu wrote a poem in the Imperial City, denouncing sun Shangshu, the punishment department. Have the sisters heard about it?" Fuxiang drinks a little wine and chats about the interesting things he heard at yesterday's banquet.
"Did Mr. Xu write poetry again?" A few flower Kui came to interest immediately.
At night, Xiaoya Huakui, who had heard about it, took over the topic with a look of admiration and a smile of ecstasy:
"Mr. Xu is not only talented, but also bold. He just challenged the Minister of punishment in the imperial city and cut his face."
"It's more than cutting his face. As soon as this poem is published, sun Shangshu's reputation is likely to be..."
the topic stops, and the state-owned enterprise receptionists talk nonsense about the minister, which can be light or heavy. And we are all plastic sisters, it is impossible to be sincere.
So the topic turns to Xu Qi'an. Most of the women present are greedy for Xu Qi'an's poetic talent. As for his health, no one knows except for Fu Xiang.
"Sister Fuxiang, how about Mr. Xu at night?"
The flowers chuckled.
Fuxiang frowned, and it was impossible for her to say that "that smelly man is a beast".
It's true that this group of coquettish goods can be spread out at night. At that time, others will laugh at her vulgarity and damage her reputation.
After a moment's meditation, Fu Xiang felt a move in his heart. He picked up a vegetable leaf on the plate with chopsticks, and then picked out seven thorns from the vinegar fish and put them on the vegetable leaf.
After all this, Fuxiang smiles.
...
"on December 29, I haven't kept a diary for a long time. I have burned the previous diary, but Xu is not a serious person. Well, today, Yuanjing (cross out) I have been honored as your majesty. I can't leave any evidence of disrespect, although I burned it in a few days after I finished writing it.
"Your Majesty has spared me the death penalty. I heard that the Minister of rites committed suicide in the dungeon of the Ministry of punishment... Ah, this is the result everyone wants, but Wang Shoufu is kind enough to fight for a family exile for him. He didn't kill the whole family, and he didn't kill the three ethnic groups. I asked Wei Yuan why he didn't go down the well, but Wei Yuan said that it was not a gentleman's job.
"You have no special gentleman (cross out), Wei Yuan is not bad."
"On December 30, I went to visit Erlang in the Academy today. Erlang told me a lot about it. I'll extract the core content: these bastards, I'll test strategy and theory today, poetry tomorrow, four books the day after tomorrow, either you or he, what the hell?
"It seems that academic pressure is really great. Even Erlang can't stand it. I feel that he is in the state of the second half of my third year of high school... I can't recall, that's the shadow in my life. What's the test of his mother every day
"On December 31, I felt that Fuxiang was more and more tender and considerate to me. This is the legendary love for a long time? No, I have to leave her in the cold for a few days. I'll have another Huakui tomorrow. ""On January 1, Miss Mingyan was really good. She was very flexible when she practiced dancing. You can't think of all kinds of postures without her. It's a little overwhelming.
She is also very satisfied with my operation, because she said: after serving Lord Xu, I know that when I lie down, my knee can touch my shoulder. "
"On January 2, I began to write a novel for me today, because I promised Lingyue that I would write an interesting story book for her. This chapter of my life was written after I had coded it in the subway for a while, and the office secretly coded it.