"What should I do, let's play tea around the thirty taels of silver, even if we find a maid in this yard to sleep with, the three of us will have to be a few taels. Second Uncle Xu was anxious, feeling that once he returned to before liberation, his brows were tightly locked, and he looked at his son:

"Say goodbye to the old and think of a way. ”

Is this a problem with money, this is a problem that has not been set out by any news.... The brothers complained wildly in their hearts.

Xu Xinnian looked at his father: "What can I do, it was originally a matter of luck, my eldest brother and I came, didn't my father know himself." ”

His tone was a little heavy, indicating that he was also anxious.

This wave is really a blood loss.... Silver is secondary, the key is that the news has not been found out.... Glancing at Zhao Gongzi who was taken away by his servant, Xu Qi'an suddenly remembered the title of the floating fragrance Oiran: Qin and Poetry are unique.

He immediately asked the maidservant who was serving the guests to eat and drink for pen and ink and rice paper.

Swept out a space on the table, and pulled Xu Xinnian: "Say goodbye, you write for me." ”

Xu Xinnian did not hesitate, and sat upright in tacit understanding, holding the pen.

Xu Qi'an spoke quickly, and read: "Zhongfang shook off Duxuanyan and occupied the small garden. ”

Xu Xin's pen is flying, writing cursive script.

Xu Qi'an continued: "The sparse shadow is sloping, the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. ”

Xu Xinnian didn't start writing, he was stunned, as if petrified, and repeated the last two sentences in his mouth.

"Write quickly!" Xu Qi'an pushed him.

Xu Erlang woke up like a dream, and quickly finished writing with a stiff face.

Xu Qi'an tore away the rice paper, summoned the maidservant, and said, "You can hand over this poem to the floating fragrance lady, and you can do it, saying that Yang is waiting here." ”

The maid was not very happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her with a handful of broken silver, she immediately trotted away.

......

In the master bedroom, four stacks of screens block the tub, and steam lingers on the roof beams.

The floating incense is soaked in the hot water filled with rose petals, the green silk is high, the neck is white and slender, and the shoulders and chest are hung with water droplets, reflecting the charming light in the candlelight.

Her skin is as smooth as cream, like a jade figure.

A personal maidservant served by the bathtub, praising the fragrant skin, and said: "Zhao Gongzi is already waiting in the tearoom next door, and the guests who stop outside say that he is a talented person in the country." ”

"What's so strange about Xiucai," Fuxiang smiled, gently stirred the splash, and said, "But with Zhao Gongzi's talent, it is not a problem to be admitted to the exam." ”

The maid laughed in a low voice: "I know that the lady likes this kind of talented son, like that annoying Zhou Li, not by virtue of his father's official position, he shows off his might."

"That Zhao Gongzi is talented, I hope the lady will entertain her well, maybe it will become a good story in the future. Women can also go down in history. ”

"Even I make fun of it...."Fuxiang poked the maid's head with her fingers and sighed: "How difficult it is for a woman to go down in history. How many people can hope for something that is unattainable. ”

The door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maid came in, stood in the hall, and said in a crisp voice: "Lady, the guest surnamed Yang outside asked the slave maid to send a poem." ”

Fuxiang frowned, and the eldest girl reprimanded: "There are no rules, the lady has already chosen Zhao Gongzi, how can it be changed, is it accepting the benefits of others?"

The little maid hung her head and didn't dare to talk back.

Fuxiang said lightly: "Put it on the table, go out and tell the guests, Fuxiang has it." ”

The little maid was relieved, "hey", put the rice paper on the table, and went out.

After bathing, Fuxiang put on a light gauze skirt, and her graceful figure loomed, and she came to the table and sat down with her bare snow-white feet.

"You go and invite Zhao Gongzi in. As she spoke, her eyes fell on the rice paper on the table and she picked it up.

Her eyes froze, and she looked at the rice paper stupidly.

"Shadow Plum Pavilion Gives Floating Incense"

The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden.

The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

The maid walked to the door and was about to open the door to invite Zhao Gongzi, when she suddenly heard the sharp shout of the lady behind her: "Slow!"

Looking back, the lady was clutching the rice paper in her hand, trembling slightly, and her face was stranger than ever.

It was an emotion that the maid had never seen on her face.

The voice of the Oiran lady was urgent and sharp: "Who, who sent the poem, which son, you say it quickly!!"

The maid was startled and snorted: "It seems that the surname is Yang...."

The Oiran lady rushed to the door desperately.

"Lady, lady.... How can you go out like this, you can't do it..."The maid hugged him tightly.

"You let go of me, let go of me. Fuxiang's face was red and red, "Don't let that boy go, chase him back." ”

The maid couldn't figure it out, just a poem, it made the lady lose her temper like never before, and the scholar in the past was gentle and elegant, and she completely ignored it.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, the slave and maid will go immediately.... Go and ask the boy who wrote the poem. ”

After the maid left, the Oiran sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the paper in her hand in a trance.

"The shadow is sparse, the water is shallow, the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.... Give floating incense, give floating incense...."

Her pretty face rolled down with big tears, and she lay on the table and cried.

......

In the vestibule, part of the guests left, the other did not.

After the tea round, the unsuccessful guests have two choices: first, go to another courtyard and continue to the next one. Second, if you are tired of drinking, you can choose the maid here to sleep.

"This floating fragrance girl doesn't buy your account. Xu Pingzhi looked at his nephew, with anxiety between his eyebrows.

The poem was sent over, but in exchange for a fluttering sentence.

Obviously, Xu Qi'an's poem did not impress the Oiran.

Xu Xinnian sneered: "How can a woman understand the essence of poetry." ”

Xu Pingzhi stared at his son and asked, "Ning Yanfangcai's poem is excellent?"

The arrogant Xu Erlang was already convinced of his eldest brother in the way of poetry, and sighed: "Excellent, excellent." ”

Xu Dalang was also puzzled, and he had absolute confidence in the poem.

The fame of this poem is great, very big. Especially the last two sentences, which are known as the ultimate in Yongmei.

At that time, under the loneliness and frost, two lines of poetry became the name of the ancient world—these are these two lines of poetry.

The two poems have become famous for thousands of years, what a high evaluation.

"Dark Fragrance" and "Sparse Shadow" have even become the names of the word brand, which shows the status of this poem among the ancient literati.

Ouyang Xiu, Sima Guang and other celebrities have given high marks to these two poems.

And the author of this poem has been famous for this poem.... Well, who the author is Xu Qi'an forgot.

It's impossible, there's no reason why she's going to reject me.... If this poem is given to the two great Confucians of Yunlu Academy, they can raise me as their own son..... Xu Qi'an thought of a possibility, this Oiran who is known as the poetry and piano is actually a flower shelf.

Speculating on fame and selling people, he is essentially a person with little culture.

But there is a paradox here, if the floating fragrance Oiran is a vase for selling people, she will not be recognized by the literati.

Compared with the hype and selling of artists in the previous life, the Oiran of this era also has a similar operation, but the latter has real skills.

The reason is simple, the ancient scholars were not as easy to fool as the young people of later generations.

Frowning, the big girl who was waiting beside Fuxiang walked quickly with small steps, searching in the crowd with a slightly anxious look, and after seeing Xu Qi'an, her expression was relieved, and the lotus step came, blessed her body, and said delicately:

"Young Master Yang, is it a poem written by you?"

The Xu family looked at each other, relieved.

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

The maid smiled, became more and more respectful, lowered her eyebrows, and said softly: "My lady is invited." ”

Xu Qi'an calmly bowed, followed behind the maid, and walked towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic.

This scene also aroused the idea of the guests who planned to stay in the "Shadow Plum Pavilion", and they exchanged ears.

"Hey, he's gone in with him. ”

"This, this... It's not in accordance with the rules, how can you get in two of you?"

"The maid seemed to be talking about poetry just now, and I happened to see what he wrote with the handsome little guy. ”

A middle-aged man dressed as a rich man walked up to Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi and arched his hand: "Two, I don't know what Miss Fuxiang means?

PS: Big man, my face is so itchy, and I need a recommendation ticket to fan hard〈( ̄) ̄)〈