Chapter 186: Missed

　　 After a thousand calls, he came out, still holding the pipa halfway.
　　 When Bai Juyi wrote this sentence back then, he wondered if he was insinuating the pipa girl's pretentiousness?
　　 Xu Qi'an thinks that the Oiran lady named Red Sleeve is very artificial, or has a high self-esteem? It was only late in the second half of playing Chawei. He chuckled lightly and said:
　　 "The slave's body is unwell. After a short break, the masters should not be offended."
　　 After drinking a glass of wine as an apologize, there was no performance.
　　 However, there are also conscientious agents who act as commanders and play alcohol orders. Well, there are gongs, and it’s definitely not Ya Ling, but punching and dice shaking.
The smile on his face is too professional...The waist is always straight, and the body is slightly stiff, which shows that it has not really blended into the atmosphere....It is more taboo to have physical contact with alcoholics. I just touched my little hand and eyes. There is disgust in it...
　　 Summary: Look down on the martial artist.
　　 Xu Qi'an likes to observe people's micro expressions and subtle movements. Because these details are a certain degree of refraction inside.
　　 This is the occupational disease he left behind.
The performance of the girl with red sleeves reminded Xu Qi'an of seeing the scented oiran for the first time. The oiran who was well-known in the teaching workshop that day was also a polite and alienated attitude.
　　 It’s just that Fuxiang’s professional ethics is higher, and the lack of performance is obvious, while this red sleeve is a bit naked.
　　Of course, Fuxiang is the oiran of Jingcheng Jiaofang Division. Where is the capital? How can Yuzhou be comparable to the gathering of high-ranking officials.
　　 In addition to professional ethics, in terms of appearance, red sleeves are naturally extremely beautiful, with the feminine and feminine temperament of a Jiangnan woman.
　　 always speaks with ending sounds like "yah" and "what", soft and soft, and it seems to be talking to a lover who I have said to.
　　 "The Nujia will play a piece for the masters." Hong Xiu smiled gently.
　　 "The red sleeve lady's piano skills are outstanding in the Yuzhou Jiaofang Division. When you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, you must listen to the red sleeve lady's piano sound." The Cao Yunyamen official immediately praised.
　　 This is like introducing the specialties of hometown to the distinguished guests from afar. How nice to say it.
　　 After strumming, the officials of Cao Yun Yamen smiled and picked up the wine glass: "How many adults, how?"
　　 Song Tingfeng is an old fried dough stick, busy toasting, and took the topic: "For example, the scented oiran of Jingcheng Jiaofang Division, not too much."
　　 There is still some gap... Xu Qi'an is not partial to her own good, purely from an objective perspective.
　　 Fuxiang’s piano skills are as superb as her ventriloquism.
　　 "Is that the scented oiran with "sparse shadows and slanting water and clear water, dark fragrance floating in the moonlight"?" The officials of the Caoyun Yamen's eyes lit up.
　　 The distance between Yuzhou and the capital is a long way, but this poem has been around for a long time, and the correspondence between scholars spread it to the scholars in various prefectures.
　　 These two poems are widely spread, and they are more popular than "Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king".
　　 "Exactly." Song Tingfeng said.
　　 "It is rumored that the Lady of Floating Fragrance is beautiful and beautiful in the world, and she is a first-class beauty in the world." The official of the Caoyun Yamen asked expectantly.
　　 This is the filter of fame. Fuxiang is the most famous courtesan in Beijing. With such a halo on his head, it is a goddess of heaven in the eyes of men who are keen on Fengyue places.
　　 The lady with red sleeves smiled slightly stiff, a little unhappy.
　　 In her yard, discussing a big player in the same industry, and still talk about it so much, she feels shameless.
　　 Song Tingfeng seemed to be unaware of the displeasure of the lady with red sleeves. He laughed weirdly, pointed at Xu Qi'an and said, "I have to ask him now."
　　 Xu Qi'an said lightly: "It's okay, among the beauties I have seen, I can rank in the top five."
　　 When he said this, a beautiful woman flashed in his mind: aunt, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Guoshi, Chu Caiwei...
　　 Is it true?
　　 Everyone couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an.
　　 "I can talk and laugh, adults can really laugh." The Caoyun Yamen official said with a dry smile.
　　 "It's not a joke," the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao said, explaining to his colleagues: "Floating fragrance is his friend."
　　...The official face of Caoyun Yamen almost didn't collapse, and managed his expressions so hard that he didn't laugh at him.
　　 Fuxiang is his favorite? The most dignified prostitute in the capital, would you like a vulgar martial artist like you?
　　 Why don't you say that the princess is your friend? Why don't you say that the mysterious female teacher is your friend.
　　 But bragging on the wine yard belongs to basic exercises. The officials who came to accompany the wine at Cao Yun Yamen were disdainful and still smiled.
　　 vulgar man... The disdain in the red-sleeved oiran's eyes is already undisguised, but she is drinking very well without letting others see.
　　 She didn't like martial arts, she didn't know how to pity and cherish jade. She was very rude in speaking and doing things. Unlike a scholar, she was gentle, chanting poetry and making poetry right, and treated the women in the teaching workshop with a kindness.
　　 "I didn't expect the adult to have such a relationship with the Fuxiang Lady, I don't know the name of the adult Gao?" Hong Xiu said half-seriously and half mockingly.
　　 The official at Cao Yun Yamen gave her a reproachful look, and hurriedly picked up the glass: "Drink and drink."
　　 This topic has been brought up, Song Tingfeng smiled and said: "Ning Yan, fortunately, the boss did not go to Yunzhou with him, otherwise he would categorically disagree with us coming to Jiaofang Division for fun."
　　 Xu Qi'an said: "This is not fun, this is a trip to the mountains and water. Next time the boss asks, you will answer him like that."
　　 Ningyan, this should be his word... Hongxiu glanced at Xu Qi'an.
　　The tea wai is over.
　　 The red-sleeved oiran left the table early, and then there was no sound.
　　 did not leave the guest for tea, which means that she did not appreciate the watchman present.
　　 "I don't know how to promote!" a tyrant said solemnly.
　　 The officials of the Caoyun Yamen were a little embarrassed and quite annoyed. They were not aiming at the police, but the red sleeves.
　　 is just that the Jiaofang Division is not in charge of the Cao Yun Yamen. As one of the six oirans of Yuzhou Jiao Fang, the red sleeves do not need to look at the Cao Yun Yamen’s face.
　　 Song Tingfeng waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, so shall we proceed to the next game?"
　　 Xu Qi'an agrees with Lao Song’s practice. The abalone that is forced to eat is not fresh, and the melon that is twisted is not sweet.
　　 The group of people left the yard, Song Tingfeng and the three turned to the river, and then covered the night, they stood on the bank to solve the inflated bladder.
　　Song Tingfeng: 8D
　　 Zhu Guangxiao: 8D
　　 Xu Qi'an: 8D
　　...
　　 In the charcoal-fired bedroom, Hong Xiu took a sip of hangover tea and sat in front of the dressing table, letting the maid who came in the door knead her shoulders.
　　 "Lady, they're gone." The maid chuckled lightly: "Even the first prostitute in the capital, Fuxiang, is his friend, and even the slaves are talking big words."
　　 Hongxiu curled his lips and said lightly: "Wufu is like this, vulgar and unbearable."
　　 After a moment of rest, a maid knocked on the door and said outside: "Lady, Young Master Wei took the classmates to make a reservation."
　　 Hongxiu's face suddenly brightened when he heard it, and he said with joy: "Serve the sons of wine and let them wait a while."
After 　　 finished, he urged the maid: "Hurry up and take care of me to change clothes and get the most beautiful gold woven skirt."
　　 Gongzi Wei is the nephew of the prefect of Yuzhou, a scholar who is full of poems and books, a long-standing talent, and gentle.
　　 changed into a beautiful Luo skirt, wearing a jade hairpin and golden step sway, dressed in red sleeves came to the wine room, Yingying said: "Red sleeves have seen a few young men."
　　 She naturally accompanied him to sit next to the white robe Wei Gongzi, young scholar, pointing the country, passionate writing, this is the environment she likes.
　　 Every now and then, I am extremely envious of the first prostitute in Beijing who has never met before, but is like a thunder.
　　 How lucky it is to meet a talented student, and get him to give poems to the world.
　　 "A few adults from the capital have just arrived, it seems to be a watchman," Fu Xiang poured wine over Wei Gongzi while chatting about it, and laughed:
　　 "Someone actually said that the fragrant oiran in the capital is his favorite."
　　The readers in the audience laughed, "This is really funny, how could Lady Fuxiang fall in love with the vulgar wrestler."
　　 "Brother Wei visited the capital half a month ago, did you go to see the grace of the floating fragrance oiran?"
　　 "Ashamed, ashamed, I have played three times in the tea house, and I have only seen a fragrant oiran once." The white-robed son Wei Gongzi said this, showing his obsession:
　　 "The dark fragrance floats the moon at dusk....The people are like the name, the country is all over the city."
　　 A son asked immediately: "Does the Floating Oiran have a friend?"
Mr. Wei suddenly said: "I remembered something. When I was in the tea house that day, I chatted with the drinkers on the banquet. He said that Fuxiang had already stopped picking up guests. There was an endless stream of guests who played in the tea house every day. See Fangrong.
　　 But ah, there is a person who frequents Yingmei Xiaoge... well, the yard of Fuxiang is called Yingmei Xiaoge. It is said that this person is the friend of Fuxiang. "
　　 The young masters present moved in their hearts: "The poet of the song "The Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Twilight"?"
　　 Young Master Wei said with emotion: "Who else is there besides him?"
After a pause, he looked around ~EbookFREE.me~ in a tone of sharing secrets and said: "This person is an extraordinary person. This poem is widely spread, and everyone knows it. But why is the poet named? No one even talks about it. Don’t you find it strange?"
　　 This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they speculated: "Identity is sensitive, can't you talk to others?"
　　 The red-sleeved oiran has shining eyes, and she is the most curious about the identity of the poet. That is a talented person who can reinvent the Jiaofangsi woman.
　　 was the same as the chattering discussion for a while, Young Master Wei pressed his hand, and the scene suddenly calmed down.
　　 He shook his head and said, "Because that person's true identity is a watchman, not a scholar."
　　 "It's so?!" Everyone was shocked, and they were immediately stunned.
　　 It's no wonder that Rulin didn't publicize the identity of the poet at all, and chose to forget it tacitly. It turned out that he was a man of war, not a scholar.
　　 Beat more people... the speaker is not intent, the listener is intentional, the red sleeves have a heart, and they sink quickly.
　　 She opened her mouth and said bitterly: "Call, what's your name?"
　　 Gongzi Wei glanced sideways at the beauty, and said, "Xu Qi'an, the word Ningyan."
　　哐当... The wine glass fell on the table, then slipped to the ground and broke.
　　 Everyone looked at the red sleeves, this beauty was pale and pale, her eyes sluggish, like a lifeless paper flower. .
　　 was at a loss, Hong Xiu suddenly lay down on the table, mourning pain, crying pear blossoms with rain, crying heartbroken, and trembling.
　　PS: I finally got out of a chapter. I don’t have time to carefully check the typos. I will post it first. Everyone will help catch the bug.