Xu Erlang was silent, Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man, shook his head and said: "It's just a limerick poem, I heard that son said that he was unfamiliar with calligraphy and couldn't write good words, so I bothered this son to help ghostwrite." ”

Second Uncle Xu is an old man, and he put on a posture of being a bystander, dissociating himself from his nephew and son.

Everyone immediately looked at Xu Xinnian, Xu Erlang sighed, and the cold attitude of the living people was incomparable, and he disdained to answer them.

His attitude made the middle-aged man who asked him angry and embarrassed, and he brushed his sleeves back to his original position.

Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look, and the two left Yingmei Pavilion one after the other.

"It's not good to stay in it, and it's not good for people to see that the three of us have a relationship. Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

"I understand. Xu Xinnian bowed his head, and after speaking, he shivered in the cold wind.

There is a charcoal fire in the house for heating, and when it comes out, the temperature difference is huge, and people can't help but shiver.

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said, "If you originally stayed in Yingmei Pavilion, those maids... Just a tael of silver is enough.

"Now I can only go to the other courtyard to find other women.... If you are not a servant, the low price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for tea. ”

Speaking of this, Xu Pingzhi paused, and saw that his son did not have a habitual poisonous tongue and asked him why he knew so clearly.

Strange at the same time, I was relieved.

Second Uncle Xu took out an ingot of official silver, standard silver, and five taels of an ingot from his arms.

"Erlang, you take the silver. ”

The Xu family went bankrupt because of the tax and silver case, and even after a month, Xu Pingzhi got a lot of silver through gray channels, but on the whole it was still relatively poor.

Second Uncle Xu didn't think that his son could still take out five taels of silver.

Xu Xinnian was slightly moved, and said in a low voice: "Dad, what about you?"

Second Uncle Xu smiled indifferently: "When my father is refining the essence realm, he is not afraid of the cold and heat, even if he sleeps on the side of the road for a night, it will not be in the way." Your bones can't stand the cold wind of the night. ”

Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, endured the steep night wind, stared at the five taels of silver in a trance, and said in a hoarse voice for a while:

"I don't want to. ”

Second Uncle Xu must be accepted by his son.

Between the pulls, there was a click, and a piece of official silver fell out of Xu Xinnian's arms, no more, no less, exactly five taels.

..... Father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent.

On the other side, the maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and motioned for Xu Qi'an to enter, but she didn't plan to go in.

"Young Master Yang, please come in!"

The moment the shoji door opened, a warm fragrance came to the face, and the ground was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen, which was expensive and labor-intensive.

The lichen is embroidered with cyan lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.

The woman walks on it, giving birth to a lotus step by step. The big officials walked on it and made steady progress.

Thoughtful.

A three-fold screen copied from the famous painting "Rain Hitting Bananas" separates the sleeping place from the brocade hall, and a beautiful young woman kneels on the small couch in front of the screen, and a phoenix tail piano is placed on the small collapse.

She was wearing a light gauze dress, her creamy skin was looming, and she was looking at the door with a smile.

The two looked at each other, she bowed her head slightly, and there was a shy smile on the corner of her mouth.

The most is the gentleness of bowing the head, like a water lotus flower that is not shy.... Xu Qi'an had this poem in his mind.

When the wine is ordered, it is as elegant as everyone's ladies, and when it collapses, it is charming and seductive.

This is a charm that only a woman in the Sect Division can cultivate.

Xu Qi'an has two heads, one big.

"Childe?" Oiran said with a foolish smile, "Why does Childe look at the slave family like this." ”

Because chickens you are too beautiful.... Xu Qi'an sighed: "I heard that Miss Fuxiang is extremely talented and is a rare beauty in the world, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." Even if it is said that Miss Fuxiang is the first beauty in the world, I believe it. ”

"Young Master Yang doesn't want to make fun of the slave family. Fuxiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, and smiled between her eyebrows, obviously very happy.

......

In the tea room next door, Zhao Gongzi drank a whole pot of tea, his bladder protested twice, and the third time, he finally couldn't help it.

Is he here for tea?

Zhao Gongzi left the tea room with a grumbling stomach and walked in the direction of the master bedroom, but was stopped by the maid at the door.

"I've been waiting in the tearoom for a long time, why hasn't Miss Fuxiang seen me yet. Zhao Gongzi questioned the maid.

"Zhao Gongzi is not strange, the lady has already chosen someone else. The maid replied.

"!!" Zhao Gongzi felt a few thunderbolts on his head one after another, and then he surged into anger and said loudly:

"Miss Fuxiang obviously chose me, why did she suddenly change her mind, is it a pastime? If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame this son for being polite. ”

His fierce tone and hideous words made the maid a little afraid, and she subconsciously wanted to call the servants in the courtyard.

"Ping'er, since Zhao Gongzi is not convinced, you can take the poem out for him to see. ”

The feminine voice of the Oiran lady came from the room.

The maid cautiously glanced at Zhao Gongzi, opened the shoji door through a gap that only allowed one person to pass through, and flashed in.

A few seconds later, she flashed out again and handed the rice paper to Zhao Gongzi.

The latter took it, glanced at it, and the angry expression immediately froze on his face, and then slowly dissolved, replaced by shock, shock, and disbelief....

He stayed there for a long time, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the rice paper slowly fell.

......

The guests outside were shocked to find that Zhao Gongzi had come out.

It's over?!

Zhao Gongzi's expression made them realize that something was wrong, they were kicked out.

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, immediately stepped forward, looking concerned, but in fact gossiping.

Previously, the maid shouted away the one surnamed Yang, and not long after, Zhao Gongzi came out dejected.

Obviously, this was cut off halfway and the plump peony flowers were taken.

Zhao Gongzi, who was wearing a green robe, slowly glanced at everyone and muttered: "I lost, and I was convinced to lose." ”

"What the hell is going on, losing? ”

"Brother Zhao, that person wrote a poem, right, what kind of poem can make Miss Fuxiang break the rules?"

"You're going to say it, you're dying. ”

The guests all came up.

Zhao Gongzi turned a deaf ear, and muttered as he walked out: "Zhongfang shook off Duxuanyan...."

Everyone's hearts were shocked, knowing that he was reading the poem that Fang Cai.

“..... Occupy the charm to the small garden. ”

At this time, Zhao Gongzi had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests involuntarily followed behind him, listening.

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

The guests didn't follow, they stayed where they were, and the air fell silent for a moment.

No one spoke for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, a student burst into tears, and his mouth trembled: "As soon as this poem came out, it was embarrassing to Yongmei people through the ages.... Everyone, Xiaosheng will retire first, Xiaosheng is going to play tea elsewhere and spread the poems. ”

"I also retired in the next place, and made a name for myself in the poetry world, how could I be missing. ”

The guests dispersed in a hurry, and they couldn't wait to participate in the tea circle in the courtyard, and then threw out this poem to make a splash.