Chapter 53 (1/2)
53 I copied the poem for a deal, not for vulgar posturing (1)
“What should we do? we’ve lost thirty taels of silver for the three of us. Even if we find the maidservants in this courtyard to sleep with us, the three of us will still need a few taels.” Second uncle Xu was anxious. He felt like he had returned to the moment before liberation. He frowned and looked at his son.
“Farewell, quickly think of a way.”
Was this a matter of money? this was a matter of not getting any information … The two brothers were cursing madly in their hearts.
Xu niannian looked at his father. what can I do? we were just trying our luck. It’s fine that my brother and I came. Don’t you know your place, father? ”
His tone was a little heavy, indicating that he was also anxious.
This was a huge loss … The silver was secondary, the key was that they did not manage to get any information … Xu Qi ‘an looked at young master Zhao, who was being led away by the servant, and suddenly remembered the title of the floating fragrance courtesan Belle:The zither and poem were both excellent.
He immediately asked for a brush, ink, and rice paper from the servant girl who served the guests.
She cleared a space on the table and pulled Xu Xinyi over. “Farewell, write it for me.”
Xu niannian didn’t hesitate. He tacitly straightened his sitting posture and held his pen.
Xu Qi ‘an spoke quickly and read,”all the beauties shake off du Jingyan, and occupy the little garden.”
Xu niannian’s brush was flying, and he wrote a unique cursive script.
Xu Qi ‘an continued to read,”the water is clear, and the moon is at dusk.”
Xu niannian didn’t start writing. He was stunned and petrified. He kept repeating the last two sentences.
“Quickly write!” Xu Qi ‘an pushed him.
Xu Erlang seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly finished writing with a straight face.
Xu Qi ‘an pulled away the paper and called for the maidservant.”Pass this poem to Lady Fu Xiang and go do it. Tell her I’ll be waiting here.”
The maidservant was not very happy, but after Xu Qi ‘an gave her a handful of silver pieces, she immediately ran away.
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In the master bedroom, four folding screens blocked the bath barrel, and steam curled up on the roof beams.
Fu Xiang was soaked in hot water with floating rose petals. Her black hair was tied up, her neck was white and slender, and beads of water hung on her shoulders and chest, reflecting the light of the candlelight.
Her skin was as smooth as grease and she looked like a Jade person.
A personal maidservant was serving by the bathtub, praising Fu Xiang’s skin while saying, “”Young master Zhao is already waiting in the tea room next door. The guest outside said that he is a scholar from the Imperial College.”
what’s so strange about being an elementary scholar? ” Fu Xiang smiled and gently stirred the water.”However, with young master Zhao’s talent, passing the examination would not be a problem.”
The maidservant laughed in a low voice and said,”I knew that wifey liked this kind of talented young master. Like that annoying Zhou Li. He still uses his father’s official position to show off his power.”
“That young master Zhao is very talented, I hope that wifey will entertain him well, maybe it will become a good story in the future. Women can also leave their names in history.”
“Even I’m laughing at you …” Fu Xiang poked the servant girl’s head with her finger and sighed. “How difficult is it for a woman to leave her name in history? It’s something that many scholars can’t even dream of.”
The door of the master bedroom was pushed open and a maidservant came in. She stood in the hall and said in a crisp voice, “”Wifey, the guest surnamed yang outside asked this servant to send a poem over.”
Fu Xiang frowned, and the maidservant rebuked, “”Such an unruly thing, wifey has already chosen young master Zhao, how can it be changed, is it because you have received some benefits from others?”
The little maidservant lowered her head, not daring to talk back.
“Leave it on the table. Go out and tell the guests that I appreciate it,” Fu Xiang said indifferently.
The little maidservant was relieved. She sighed, put the rice paper on the table, and went out.
After her bath, Fu Xiang put on a thin chiffon dress, and her graceful figure was faintly discernible. She came to the table and sat down with her bare white feet.
“Go and invite young master Zhao in.” As she spoke, her gaze fell on the rice paper on the table and she picked it up.
Her gaze suddenly froze as she looked at the rice paper in a daze.
“Yingmei Pavilion offers floating incense.”
All the beauties shook off du Jingyan, occupying the little garden.
The water was clear and shallow, and the fragrance floated in the moonlight.
The servant girl walked to the door and was about to open it to invite young master Zhao in when she suddenly heard her wife’s sharp voice from behind, “”Hold on!”
Looking back, his wife’s hand was tightly holding the rice paper, slightly trembling, her face had never been so strange.
The servant girl had never seen such an expression on her face.
The courtesan’s lady’s voice was urgent and sharp. who, who sent the poem? which young master, tell me quickly!