After writing the letter and sealing it with wax oil, Chen Chao called Hou Ji, who was hiding behind the door, and ordered: "Hurry up, send this letter to Madame, remember, be sure to hand it over to Madame yourself!" ”

"Order!"

Hou Ji clenched his fists and turned around to go to Baiyunguan to deliver a letter.

Chen Chao stopped him and reminded: "Don't peek!" ”

Hou Ji paused, turned around, and showed a harmless smiling face:

"Xiangye, you have to believe me, how can I peek?"

has been together for a long time, and Hou Ji, who is usually very serious and serious, will also show relatively relaxed moments, such as now.

"And what were you doing lying behind the door?" Chen Chao asked.

Being poked by others, Hou Ji was in a hurry and started his own performance, gesturing with his hands and saying:

"Xiangye, there is such a big spider behind the door, eight legs, colorful, and poisonous! Fortunately, I used a strong Vajra palm and slapped it to death, in case I bit Xiangye, it would be bad. ”

“……”

Chen Chao was speechless and didn't say anything. It's okay to be bitten by a spider, maybe you can become Spider-Man, you don't have to practice every day, and you will already become a master of the rivers and lakes who walks on the eaves and walls.

Waving his hand, Chen Chao told Hou Ji to hurry up and get down to business.

Don't talk about these things that you don't have.

Hou Ji ran away without a trace.

……

……

Meanwhile.

Beijing, red sleeves.

As one of the 12 institutes of the prestigious Jiaofang Division in Beijing, people come and go here all the year round, singing and dancing. This is not so much a government-run brothel as it is a beautifully laid out garden, in which several Oiran ladies sit on the ground and entertain guests in their own courtyard.

The red sleeves have the highest price, and the most rare Oiran lady is the red bean Oiran who has a unique piano flute.

Now, in the courtyard of this red bean Oiran who has not seen guests for a long time, there are guests, which is really rare.

One song is over.

Ten fingers pressed the strings, the red bean flower was blessed, the head was slightly bowed, and when he looked up again, between a smile and a smile, he was a beauty in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River, soft and weak, and lovable.

There were two people sitting opposite the red bean Oiran, an old man with crane hair and a young man who was no more than ten years old.

The sound of the piano fell for a long time, and the old man slowly opened his eyes, while the young man was eager to write "displeasure", "irritability" and "plaything discouragement" on his face.

"Red Bean Girl's piano, no matter how many times the old man listens to it, he thinks it is the first-class piano sound in the world!"

The red bean Oiran bowed slightly: "Lord Fang praised it falsely." ”

The guest in the courtyard of the red bean oiran is none other than Fang Xiu, a scholar of Wenchang Pavilion University, this old man is not as serious as he seems on the surface, in private, he likes to visit the Teaching Workshop Division, but the purpose of visiting the Teaching Workshop Division is different from that of others, all of them are for the purpose of blending the soul and flesh, and Fang Xiu prefers the qin music, and every time he listens to a song, he seeks the comfort of the soul.

And beside Fang Xiu, it was Li Zhaoyang, the Yongxing Emperor who was dressed in disguise, and now he was dressed in regular clothes, no different from a rich son, but his sitting posture was too upright, and the imperial temperament exuded by his body was not found in other rich sons of this age, and the red bean Oiran couldn't help but look at him twice.

Originally, Fang Xiu had persuaded Li Zhaoyang to ask the king of a country to go out of the city with him, take a look, observe the people's feelings, and pay a private visit.

But before leaving the city, Fang Xiu received an invitation from the red bean Oiran and invited him to come over and listen to the music.

Fang Xiu happily rushed over and brought Li Zhaoyang.

"The song of the red bean girl is elegant, both the inheritance of the spirit of the previous dynasty, and the new, in the melodious beauty to see the momentum, in the beautiful lyricism to see the bold, ups and downs, intriguing......" Fang Xiu shook his head and admired.

The red bean oiran frequently bowed his head to express his gratitude.

Seeing that Fang Xiu was still chattering and patting her on the back, the red bean Oiran interrupted him in time, and said in a weak voice: "Lord Fang, have you ever heard of the Turtle and Crane Garden Poetry Meeting held by King Yan?" ”

Fang Xiu picked up the teacup and took a sip: "I've heard of it." ”

The red bean Oiran continued to ask, "What does Lord Fang think of the Turtle Crane Garden poem?" ”

Fang Xiu smiled back, and his words were mostly disdainful and sarcastic:

"Turtle and Crane Garden Poetry Club? The old man has participated in it a few times, and it used to be quite good, and he can meet many talented and beautiful people with real talents, but now, he ...... Hehe, the wealthy Yan Wang, was forcibly promoted to the position of the first poetry club, how many talented people and talented women in the capital are proud to be able to see the Turtle and Crane Garden Poetry Club, but according to the old man...... The current Turtle and Crane Garden poems will have more copper stench, less literati atmosphere, not worthy of the name, not worthy of the name......"

Fang Xiu has always been like this, what to say.

Even if the opposite is King Yan, the emperor's own uncle, he tells the truth as usual and is not afraid of offending people.

Fang Xiu said, glancing at Li Zhaoyang beside him.

Seeing that Li Zhaoyang didn't react, Fang Xiu looked at the red bean flower in a green dress opposite, and said, "The year before last and last year, Li Yudu, the king of Yan, sent a post to invite the old man to the poetry meeting, but the old man refused without thinking about it...... There, people are not good, poetry is even more unsightly, and going to it also affects the mood. ”

The red bean pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

She and Fang Xiu have the same opinion.

It's just that her identity is just an oiran, begging for life in the red sleeves, and she is an official prostitute, far less tough than Fang Xiu.

These words, on weekdays, only dare to mumble two sentences in his mouth, and dare not ask others to listen to them.

Fang Xiu said, seeing that the expression on the face of the red bean oiran was a little complicated, and asked:

"Good manner, what is this asking the red bean girl for?"

The red bean flower came back to his senses and said softly: "A few days ago, His Royal Highness King Yan invited the slave family to the poetry meeting and played a song. ”

"It's a pity......" Fang Xiu stroked his beard.

"What a pity?"

The red bean Oiran raised her beautiful eyes.

Fang Xiu stroked his sleeves, his heart ached terribly, as if his beloved treasure had been forcibly taken away by others, "The red bean girl has a must, how many people at the poetry meeting really know the piano?" Let them hear, and destroy the heavens, and destroy the heavens......"

Li Zhaoyang covered his forehead while he was listening, and his head hurt. How do you feel that when the teacher sees a little Oiran, he can't walk? Just lick it hard.

The next moment, the red bean flower got up, poured a full cup of tea for the two, and looked away from Li Zhaoyang for a moment.

"It's also interesting, this year's Turtle and Crane Garden Poetry Club produced a good poem."

As he spoke, the red bean Oiran gently raised his eyes to observe Fang Xiu's reaction.

Fang Xiu abruptly stopped from pity, "Really? ”

Fang Xiu has always agreed with the vision of the red bean oiran, and the red bean oiran said that a good poem would come out at the poetry meeting, and Fang Xiu naturally wanted to see it.

The red bean Oiran got up, took out a piece of rice paper from the house, and carefully placed it on the small case in front of Fang Xiu, "This is a copy copied privately by the slave family, the lyricist is a prisoner from the Guozijian, named Su Ren'an, but Su Ren'an himself said that this poem was not written by him, but picked up by him, as for who wrote this poem?" There are many opinions, and everyone calls this author anonymous. ”

"Anonymous?" Fang Xiu repeated, his eyes fell on the rice paper, first looked at it casually, and nodded slowly.

After a moment, as if something had drawn him in, he looked back again, this time frowning in confusion and making a "huh" out of his mouth.

As time passed, the old man's gaze froze, and then his rich expression froze on his face.

"Ask you how you can do it, your heart is far away......"

“…… I have forgotten to tell the truth. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed......"

Sighing a few words, Fang Xiu handed the rice paper to Li Zhaoyang beside him:

"You feel that poetry is the best in the world...... Let's take a look at this one. ”