Chapter 54
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Xu Erlang was silent. Looking at the middle-aged man, Xu Pingzhi shook his head and said, "it's just a doggerel. I heard the young man say that his calligraphy is unfamiliar and I can't write good words. I just bother the young man to write for me."
Xu Er Shu is an old man in the world. He looks like a bystander and keeps away from his nephew and son.
People immediately look at Xu new year, Xu Erlang ah, a stranger near the high cold attitude, disdain to answer them.
His attitude made the middle-aged man angry and embarrassed, and he brushed his sleeve back to his original position.
Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look in his eyes. They left Yingmei Pavilion one after another.
"It's not good to stay inside and let people see that the three of us have a relationship." Xu Pingzhi teaches his son.
"I understand." Xu new year nodded and said, shivering in the cold wind.
There is a charcoal fire in the room to keep warm. As soon as it comes out, the temperature difference is so huge that people can't help shivering.
Xu Pingzhi looked at his son and said, "if I had stayed in Yingmei Pavilion, those maidservants... Only one or two silver would be enough.
"Now I can only go to other hospitals to find other women... Instead of maidservants, the low price is five Liang silver, which includes the money for tea Wai."
At this point, Xu Pingzhi hesitated and saw that his son had no habitual poisonous tongue and asked why he knew so clearly.
At the same time, I was relieved.
Xu Er Shu took out from his arms a ingot of official silver, standard silver, a ingot of five Liang.
"Erlang, take the silver."
Because of the tax and banking case, the Xu family lost their property. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi got a lot of money through the gray channel, but on the whole he was still in a tight spot.
Xu Er Shu didn't think that his son could take out five Liang silver.
Xu new year slightly moved, whispered: "Dad, what about you?"
Xu Er Shu didn't care and said with a smile: "when dad was refining the essence, he was not afraid of the cold and heat. Even if he slept on the side of the road for a night, it was not in the way. You can't stand the cold wind at night
Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, endured the night wind, and stared at five Liang silver in a trance. After a long time, his voice was hoarse and said:
"I don't want it."
Xu Er Shu must take it from his son.
Between the tugs, with a snap, a ingot of official silver fell out of Xu's new year's arms, not much, just five Liang.
The father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent.
On the other side, the maid pushes open the door of the master bedroom and signals Xu Qian to enter, but she doesn't plan to enter.
"Young master Yang, please come in!"
As soon as the barrier door opened, a warm fragrance came to my face. The ground was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen, which was expensive and labor-intensive.
The lichens are embroidered with green lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.
Women walk on it and grow lotus step by step. High ranking officials walk on it and make a smooth progress.
The mind is exquisite.
A triple screen imitating the famous painting "the painting of rain beating banana" separates the sleeping place from the brocade hall. A beautiful young woman kneels in front of the screen on a small couch in front of the pot door, on which a phoenix tail Qin is placed.
She is wearing light gauze clothes, and her skin is like jade. She is looking at the door with a smile.
Two eyes, she slightly lowered her head, mouth with a shy smile.
Most of all, the tenderness of the bow is like a water lotus, which is more than the shame of the cool wind.
When drinking, it is elegant as a lady of a big family. When the edge collapses, it is charming and attractive. If you want to talk about it, you should stop.
This is a magic skill that can only be practiced by the women of Jiaofang department.
Xu Qi'an has two heads and one is big.
"Young master?" "Why are you looking at me like this?" Hua Kui said with a smile
Xu Qian sighed: "I have heard that girl Fuxiang is a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. I believe that girl Fuxiang is the most beautiful woman in the world. "
"Don't make fun of me, young master Yang." Fuxiang pursed her mouth, lowered her head in shame, smiling between her eyebrows and eyes, obviously very happy.
...
in the tea room next door, Mr. Zhao drank a whole pot of tea and protested twice. The third time, he finally couldn't help it.
Is he here for tea?
But the maid who lies in the direction of the teahouse is stopped by master Zhao and goes to the door.
"I've been waiting in the teahouse for a long time. Why hasn't miss Fuxiang seen me yet?" Mr. Zhao questioned the servant girl.
"Don't blame me, young master Zhao. My wife has chosen someone else." The servant girl answers.
“！！！” Young master Zhao felt that he was bombarded with thunder one after another on his forehead, and then he became angry and said in a loud voice:
"girl Fuxiang clearly chose me. Why did she suddenly change her mind to amuse people? Don't blame me if you're not polite
The ferocious voice of the servant girl in the yard wanted to make him afraid."Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is unconvinced, take the poem out and let him have a look."
The voice of the lady in the room is full of charm.
The servant girl carefully looked at Mr. Zhao, opened the barrier door, opened a gap that only one person could pass through, and flashed in.
A few seconds later, she flashed out again and handed the rice paper to Mr. Zhao.
The latter took it and glanced at it. His angry expression immediately solidified on his face, and then slowly melted away. Instead, he was stunned, shocked, and unbelievable...
he stayed in the same place for a long time, and his fingers loosened, and the rice paper slowly fell down.
...
the guests outside were shocked to find that Mr. Zhao came out.
It's over?!
Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize that something was wrong. They were driven out.
"Brother Zhao, what's the matter with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, came forward immediately. He seemed concerned, but in fact he was gossiping.
Before the servant girl called away that surname Yang, not long after, Zhao childe was out of his wits.
It's obvious that he was cut off half the way and picked the plump peony.
Wearing a green robe, Mr. Zhao slowly glanced at the crowd and murmured, "I lost. I'm convinced."
"What's the matter, lose? How can we start
"Brother Zhao, that man wrote a poem, right? What poem can make girl Fuxiang break the rules?"
"Tell me quickly. I'm very anxious."
The guests gathered together.
Mr. Zhao turned a deaf ear and went out, murmuring: "all the flowers are shaking down, and Du Xuanyan..."
everyone was shocked to know that he was reading the poem just now.
"... take up all the amorous feelings to the small garden."
At this time, the guests could not help but follow Mr. Zhao.
"The shadows are slanting, the water is clear, the fragrance is floating, the moon is at dusk..."
the guests do not keep up, they stay in the same place, and the air falls into silence for a short time.
No one spoke for a long time.
I don't know how long later, a student's eyes were filled with tears and his lips were trembling: "when this poem comes out, I'm ashamed to be a plum chanter through the ages... Ladies and gentlemen, I'll leave first. I'm going to have a tea party somewhere else to spread the poems."
"I've retired too. How can I lose my reputation in Dafeng's poetry circle?"
The guests scattered in droves and couldn't wait to take part in the tea party in other courtyard. Then they threw out this poem and made a big hit.
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Xu Erlang was silent. Looking at the middle-aged man, Xu Pingzhi shook his head and said, "it's just a doggerel. I heard the young man say that his calligraphy is unfamiliar and I can't write good words. I just bother the young man to write for me."
Xu Er Shu is an old man in the world. He looks like a bystander and keeps away from his nephew and son.
People immediately look at Xu new year, Xu Erlang ah, a stranger near the high cold attitude, disdain to answer them.
His attitude made the middle-aged man angry and embarrassed, and he brushed his sleeve back to his original position.
Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look in his eyes. They left Yingmei Pavilion one after another.
"It's not good to stay inside and let people see that the three of us have a relationship." Xu Pingzhi teaches his son.
"I understand." Xu new year nodded and said, shivering in the cold wind.
There is a charcoal fire in the room to keep warm. As soon as it comes out, the temperature difference is so huge that people can't help shivering.
Xu Pingzhi looked at his son and said, "if I had stayed in Yingmei Pavilion, those maidservants... Only one or two silver would be enough.
"Now I can only go to other hospitals to find other women... Instead of maidservants, the low price is five Liang silver, which includes the money for tea Wai."
At this point, Xu Pingzhi hesitated and saw that his son had no habitual poisonous tongue and asked why he knew so clearly.
At the same time, I was relieved.
Xu Er Shu took out from his arms a ingot of official silver, standard silver, a ingot of five Liang.
"Erlang, take the silver."
Because of the tax and banking case, the Xu family lost their property. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi got a lot of money through the gray channel, but on the whole he was still in a tight spot.
Xu Er Shu didn't think that his son could take out five Liang silver.
Xu new year slightly moved, whispered: "Dad, what about you?"
Xu Er Shu didn't care and said with a smile: "when dad was refining the essence, he was not afraid of the cold and heat. Even if he slept on the side of the road for a night, it was not in the way. You can't stand the cold wind at night
Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, endured the night wind, and stared at five Liang silver in a trance. After a long time, his voice was hoarse and said:
"I don't want it."
Xu Er Shu must take it from his son.
Between the tugs, with a snap, a ingot of official silver fell out of Xu's new year's arms, not much, just five Liang.
The father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent.
On the other side, the maid pushes open the door of the master bedroom and signals Xu Qian to enter, but she doesn't plan to enter.
"Young master Yang, please come in!"
As soon as the barrier door opened, a warm fragrance came to my face. The ground was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen, which was expensive and labor-intensive.
The lichens are embroidered with green lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.
Women walk on it and grow lotus step by step. High ranking officials walk on it and make a smooth progress.
The mind is exquisite.
A triple screen imitating the famous painting "the painting of rain beating banana" separates the sleeping place from the brocade hall. A beautiful young woman kneels in front of the screen on a small couch in front of the pot door, on which a phoenix tail Qin is placed.
She is wearing light gauze clothes, and her skin is like jade. She is looking at the door with a smile.
Two eyes, she slightly lowered her head, mouth with a shy smile.
Most of all, the tenderness of the bow is like a water lotus, which is more than the shame of the cool wind.
When drinking, it is elegant as a lady of a big family. When the edge collapses, it is charming and attractive. If you want to talk about it, you should stop.
This is a magic skill that can only be practiced by the women of Jiaofang department.
Xu Qi'an has two heads and one is big.
"Young master?" "Why are you looking at me like this?" Hua Kui said with a smile
Xu Qian sighed: "I have heard that girl Fuxiang is a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. I believe that girl Fuxiang is the most beautiful woman in the world. "
"Don't make fun of me, young master Yang." Fuxiang pursed her mouth, lowered her head in shame, smiling between her eyebrows and eyes, obviously very happy.
...
in the tea room next door, Mr. Zhao drank a whole pot of tea and protested twice. The third time, he finally couldn't help it.
Is he here for tea?
But the maid who lies in the direction of the teahouse is stopped by master Zhao and goes to the door.
"I've been waiting in the teahouse for a long time. Why hasn't miss Fuxiang seen me yet?" Mr. Zhao questioned the servant girl.
"Don't blame me, young master Zhao. My wife has chosen someone else." The servant girl answers.
“！！！” Young master Zhao felt that he was bombarded with thunder one after another on his forehead, and then he became angry and said in a loud voice:
"girl Fuxiang clearly chose me. Why did she suddenly change her mind to amuse people? Don't blame me if you're not polite
The ferocious voice of the servant girl in the yard wanted to make him afraid."Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is unconvinced, take the poem out and let him have a look."
The voice of the lady in the room is full of charm.
The servant girl carefully looked at Mr. Zhao, opened the barrier door, opened a gap that only one person could pass through, and flashed in.
A few seconds later, she flashed out again and handed the rice paper to Mr. Zhao.
The latter took it and glanced at it. His angry expression immediately solidified on his face, and then slowly melted away. Instead, he was stunned, shocked, and unbelievable...
he stayed in the same place for a long time, and his fingers loosened, and the rice paper slowly fell down.
...
the guests outside were shocked to find that Mr. Zhao came out.
It's over?!
Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize that something was wrong. They were driven out.
"Brother Zhao, what's the matter with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, came forward immediately. He seemed concerned, but in fact he was gossiping.
Before the servant girl called away that surname Yang, not long after, Zhao childe was out of his wits.
It's obvious that he was cut off half the way and picked the plump peony.
Wearing a green robe, Mr. Zhao slowly glanced at the crowd and murmured, "I lost. I'm convinced."
"What's the matter, lose? How can we start
"Brother Zhao, that man wrote a poem, right? What poem can make girl Fuxiang break the rules?"
"Tell me quickly. I'm very anxious."
The guests gathered together.
Mr. Zhao turned a deaf ear and went out, murmuring: "all the flowers are shaking down, and Du Xuanyan..."
everyone was shocked to know that he was reading the poem just now.
"... take up all the amorous feelings to the small garden."
At this time, the guests could not help but follow Mr. Zhao.
"The shadows are slanting, the water is clear, the fragrance is floating, the moon is at dusk..."
the guests do not keep up, they stay in the same place, and the air falls into silence for a short time.
No one spoke for a long time.
I don't know how long later, a student's eyes were filled with tears and his lips were trembling: "when this poem comes out, I'm ashamed to be a plum chanter through the ages... Ladies and gentlemen, I'll leave first. I'm going to have a tea party somewhere else to spread the poems."
"I've retired too. How can I lose my reputation in Dafeng's poetry circle?"
The guests scattered in droves and couldn't wait to take part in the tea party in other courtyard. Then they threw out this poem and made a big hit.
Xu Erlang was silent. Looking at the middle-aged man, Xu Pingzhi shook his head and said, "it's just a doggerel. I heard the young man say that his calligraphy is unfamiliar and I can't write good words. I just bother the young man to write for me." Xu Er Shu is an old man in the world. He looks like a bystander and keeps away from his nephew and son. People immediately look at Xu new year, Xu Erlang ah, a stranger near the high cold attitude, disdain to answer them. His attitude made the middle-aged man angry and embarrassed, and he brushed his sleeve back to his original position. Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look in his eyes. They left Yingmei Pavilion one after another. "It's not good to stay inside and let people see that the three of us have a relationship." Xu Pingzhi teaches his son. "I understand." Xu new year nodded and said, shivering in the cold wind. There is a charcoal fire in the room to keep warm. As soon as it comes out, the temperature difference is so huge that people can't help shivering. Xu Pingzhi looked at his son and said, "if I had stayed in Yingmei Pavilion, those maidservants... Only one or two silver would be enough. "Now I can only go to other hospitals to find other women... Instead of maidservants, the low price is five Liang silver, which includes the money for tea Wai." At this point, Xu Pingzhi hesitated and saw that his son had no habitual poisonous tongue and asked why he knew so clearly. At the same time, I was relieved. Xu Er Shu took out from his arms a ingot of official silver, standard silver, a ingot of five Liang. "Erlang, take the silver." Because of the tax and banking case, the Xu family lost their property. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi got a lot of money through the gray channel, but on the whole he was still in a tight spot. Xu Er Shu didn't think that his son could take out five Liang silver. Xu new year slightly moved, whispered: "Dad, what about you?" Xu Er Shu didn't care and said with a smile: "when dad was refining the essence, he was not afraid of the cold and heat. Even if he slept on the side of the road for a night, it was not in the way. You can't stand the cold wind at night Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, endured the night wind, and stared at five Liang silver in a trance. After a long time, his voice was hoarse and said: "I don't want it." Xu Er Shu must take it from his son. Between the tugs, with a snap, a ingot of official silver fell out of Xu's new year's arms, not much, just five Liang. The father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent. On the other side, the maid pushes open the door of the master bedroom and signals Xu Qian to enter, but she doesn't plan to enter. "Young master Yang, please come in!" As soon as the barrier door opened, a warm fragrance came to my face. The ground was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen, which was expensive and labor-intensive. The lichens are embroidered with green lotus flowers and auspicious clouds. Women walk on it and grow lotus step by step. High ranking officials walk on it and make a smooth progress. The mind is exquisite. A triple screen imitating the famous painting "the painting of rain beating banana" separates the sleeping place from the brocade hall. A beautiful young woman kneels in front of the screen on a small couch in front of the pot door, on which a phoenix tail Qin is placed. She is wearing light gauze clothes, and her skin is like jade. She is looking at the door with a smile. Two eyes, she slightly lowered her head, mouth with a shy smile. Most of all, the tenderness of the bow is like a water lotus, which is more than the shame of the cool wind. When drinking, it is elegant as a lady of a big family. When the edge collapses, it is charming and attractive. If you want to talk about it, you should stop. This is a magic skill that can only be practiced by the women of Jiaofang department. Xu Qi'an has two heads and one is big. "Young master?" "Why are you looking at me like this?" Hua Kui said with a smile Xu Qian sighed: "I have heard that girl Fuxiang is a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. I believe that girl Fuxiang is the most beautiful woman in the world. " "Don't make fun of me, young master Yang." Fuxiang pursed her mouth, lowered her head in shame, smiling between her eyebrows and eyes, obviously very happy. ... in the tea room next door, Mr. Zhao drank a whole pot of tea and protested twice. The third time, he finally couldn't help it. Is he here for tea? But the maid who lies in the direction of the teahouse is stopped by master Zhao and goes to the door. "I've been waiting in the teahouse for a long time. Why hasn't miss Fuxiang seen me yet?" Mr. Zhao questioned the servant girl. "Don't blame me, young master Zhao. My wife has chosen someone else." The servant girl answers. Young master Zhao felt that he was bombarded with thunder one after another on his forehead, and then he became angry and said in a loud voice: "girl Fuxiang clearly chose me. Why did she suddenly change her mind to amuse people? Don't blame me if you're not polite The ferocious voice of the servant girl in the yard wanted to make him afraid."Ping'er, since Mr. Zhao is unconvinced, take the poem out and let him have a look." The voice of the lady in the room is full of charm. The servant girl carefully looked at Mr. Zhao, opened the barrier door, opened a gap that only one person could pass through, and flashed in. A few seconds later, she flashed out again and handed the rice paper to Mr. Zhao. The latter took it and glanced at it. His angry expression immediately solidified on his face, and then slowly melted away. Instead, he was stunned, shocked, and unbelievable... he stayed in the same place for a long time, and his fingers loosened, and the rice paper slowly fell down. ... the guests outside were shocked to find that Mr. Zhao came out. It's over?! Mr. Zhao's expression made them realize that something was wrong. They were driven out. "Brother Zhao, what's the matter with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, came forward immediately. He seemed concerned, but in fact he was gossiping. Before the servant girl called away that surname Yang, not long after, Zhao childe was out of his wits. It's obvious that he was cut off half the way and picked the plump peony. Wearing a green robe, Mr. Zhao slowly glanced at the crowd and murmured, "I lost. I'm convinced." "What's the matter, lose? How can we start "Brother Zhao, that man wrote a poem, right? What poem can make girl Fuxiang break the rules?" "Tell me quickly. I'm very anxious." The guests gathered together. Mr. Zhao turned a deaf ear and went out, murmuring: "all the flowers are shaking down, and Du Xuanyan..." everyone was shocked to know that he was reading the poem just now. "... take up all the amorous feelings to the small garden." At this time, the guests could not help but follow Mr. Zhao. "The shadows are slanting, the water is clear, the fragrance is floating, the moon is at dusk..." the guests do not keep up, they stay in the same place, and the air falls into silence for a short time. No one spoke for a long time. I don't know how long later, a student's eyes were filled with tears and his lips were trembling: "when this poem comes out, I'm ashamed to be a plum chanter through the ages... Ladies and gentlemen, I'll leave first. I'm going to have a tea party somewhere else to spread the poems." "I've retired too. How can I lose my reputation in Dafeng's poetry circle?" The guests scattered in droves and couldn't wait to take part in the tea party in other courtyard. Then they threw out this poem and made a big hit.
