Chapter 53: I copy poems for trading, not for vulgar pretense

"What should we do? The thirty taels of money for the three of us in Chawei are gone. Even if we are to sleep with the maid in this yard, the three of us have to be several taels." Xu Ershu was anxious, feeling that once he returned to the liberation, his brows were frowned. Look to his son:
　　 "Farewell and think of a way."
　　Is this a money problem? This is a problem where no news has come out.... The brothers were madly complaining.
　　Xu New Year looked at his father: "What can I do? It's just luck. My eldest brother and I came and came. Isn't my father self-aware."
　　 His tone is a bit heavy, which shows that he is also anxious.
　　 This wave is really a blood loss... Silver is second, the key is that the news has not been revealed... After looking at the son of Zhao, who was taken away by the maid, Xu Qi'an suddenly remembered the title of Fuxiang Oiran: Qin Poetry Shuangjue.
　　 He immediately asked for pen, ink and rice paper from the maid who was serving the guests to eat wine.
　　 cleared a space on the table, and pulled Xu New Year through: "Farewell, you write for me."
　　 Xu New Year did not hesitate, sitting upright tacitly, holding a pen.
　　 Xu Qi'an spoke quickly, and said: "Zhongfang shakes down Duxuanyan, and takes up the style to the small garden."
　　 Xu New Year's pen is flying like a flying pen, and he writes cursive script with a vigorous style.
　　 Xu Qi'an continued to read: "Sparse shadows and horizontal oblique waters are clear and shallow, and a dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon."
　　 Xu Xinnian did not write, he was stunned, like petrified, muttering to himself and repeating the next two sentences.
　　 "Quickly write!" Xu Qi'an pushed him.
　　 Xu Erlang woke up like a dream, and quickly finished writing with a sullen face.
　　 Xu Qi'an tore away the rice paper, invited the maidservant, and said: "You can give this poem to the lady of Floating Fragrant, and you can do it, saying that Yang is waiting here."
　　 The maidservant was not happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her with a handful of broken silver, she trot away immediately.
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　　 In the master bedroom, four-folded screens block the tub, and steam lingers on the roof beams.
　　 The floating fragrance is soaked in the hot water full of rose petals, the blue silk is high, the neck is white and slender, the shoulders and are hung with water drops, reflecting the charming light in the candlelight.
　　 Her skin is as smooth as fat, like a jade person.
　　 A close-fitting maid was serving by the tub. While complimenting her fragrant skin, she said: "Master Zhao has been waiting in the tea room next door. The guests who stopped outside said that he was a talented person from the Imperial College."
　　 "What's so strange about a talented person," Fuxiang smiled, and gently moved the spray, and said: "But with Zhao Gongzi's talent, it's not a problem to pass the examination."
　　 The maid laughed in a low voice: "I know that the lady likes this kind of talented son, like that annoying Zhou Li, and she doesn't rely on her father's official position to show off her power.
　　 "That son of Zhao is so talented, I hope that the lady will treat him well, maybe it will be a good story in the future. Women can also be famous in history."
　　 "Even I am making fun of..." Fuxiang poked the maid's head with her finger, and sighed: "It is so difficult for a woman to want a name to go down in history. It is impossible for many scholars to hope."
　　 The door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maidservant came in, stood in the hall, and said crisply: "Miss, the guest named Yang outside asked the maidservant to send a poem."
　　 Fuxiang frowned, and the maid scolded: "Something that is unruly, the lady has already chosen Young Master Zhao, how can I change it? Is it taking other people's benefits?"
　　 The little servant girl lowered her head, not dare to talk back.
　　 Fuxiang said lightly: "Let's put it on the table, go out and tell the guests, Fuxiang has taken her heart."
　　 The little servant girl was relieved, "Hey", put the rice paper on the table, and went out.
　　 After bathing, the fragrance puts on a light gauze skirt, the graceful figure is looming, with bare feet, he comes to the table and sits down.
　　 "Go and invite Master Zhao in." She said, her eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, and she picked it up.
　　 Her eyes froze suddenly, staring at the rice paper foolishly.
　　 "Yingmei Xiaoge presents floating incense"
　　 All the fans shook off Du Xuanyan, occupying the small garden with full of style.
　　 sparse shadows horizontally and obliquely, the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance is floating in the moonlight.
　　The maid walked to the door and was about to open the door to invite Young Master Zhao. Suddenly, she heard the lady's sharp shout from behind: "Hold on!"
　　 turned around and looked, the lady was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, her face looked strange.
　　 That was the emotion that the maid had never seen on her face.
　　 The Oiran lady’s voice was urgent and sharp: "Who, who sent the poem, which son, you say it!!"
　　 the maid was taken aback, and said: "It seems like the last name is Yang..."
　　 The Oiran lady rushed to the door desperately.
　　 "Lady, lady...How can you go out like this, so that you can't..." The maid hugged tightly.
　　 "You let me go, let me go quickly." Fuxiang flushed with anxious face, "Don't let the son go, chase him back."
　　 The maid couldn’t understand how it was that a poem was just a poem that caused the lady to lose her attitude like never before. The old scholar Dali was gentle and gentle, completely ignored.
　　 "The lady is safe and restless, the slave and maid will go immediately....Go and ask the poet who writes the poem."
After 　　 the maid left, the Oiran lady sat at the table disheveled, looking at the paper in her hand in a daze.
　　 "Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear water, dark fragrance floating in the moonlight...
　　 Her pretty face rolled with big tears, she lay on the table and started crying.
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　　 In the front hall, some guests left, and the other did not.
　　 After the tea round is over, the unsuccessful guests have two choices: one, go to another yard and continue to the next one. Second, if you are tired and tired, you can choose the maid here.
　　 "This girl is not buying your account." Xu Pingzhi looked at his nephew with anxiety between his eyebrows.
　　The poem was sent over, but in exchange for a light and light sentence.
　　 Obviously, Xu Qi'an's poem did not impress the oiran.
　　 Xu New Year sneered: "How can a woman understand the essence of poetry."
　　 Xu Pingzhi stared at his son and asked: "Ning Yan just now has that poem excellent?"
　　 The arrogant Xu Erlang was already convinced by his eldest brother in the way of poetry, and sighed, "Excellent, excellent."
　　 Xu Dalang is also puzzled, he has absolute confidence in this poem.
　　 This Qilu is very famous and very big. Especially the last two sentences are hailed as the ultimate of Yongmei.
　　 At that time, under the loneliness and frost, the two lines of poems became eternally famous-these two lines of poems.
　　 Two lines of poems have become eternal names, what a high evaluation.
　　 "Anxiang" and "Shuying" even became the name of a lyric, which shows the status of this poem among ancient literati.
　　 Ouyang Xiu, Sima Guang and other celebrities gave high marks to these two poems.
　　 And the author of this poem has left a name for the ages....Well, who the author is Xu Qi'an has forgotten.
This is impossible, she would refuse me without any reason...If this poem was given to the two great scholars of Yunlu Academy, they would be able to raise me as a son...Xu Qi'an thought of a possibility~www. EbookFREE.me~ This oiran, who is known as the poetic and piano, is actually a fancy.
　　Fame and fame, just selling people, essentially a person with no culture.
　　 But there is a paradox here. If the Floating Fragrant Oiran is a selling vase, she cannot be recognized by the literati.
　　 Compared with the hype and selling of previous artists, the oiran of this era also has similar operations, but the latter has real skills.
　　The reason is very simple. Ancient scholars are not as foolish as the younger generations.
Frowning, the big maid serving by Fuxiang walked swiftly, looking anxiously searching among the crowd. After seeing Xu Qi'an, her expression loosened, and the lotus step came in fortune. After finishing his body, Jiao Didi said:
　　 "Young Master Yang, is it your poem?"
　　 Xu Jiaye three looked at each other in relief.
　　 "It's me." Xu Qi'an nodded.
　　 The maid smiled, becoming more respectful, lowered her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes, and said softly: "My lady would like to please."
　　 Xu Qi'an calmly nodded, followed behind the maid, and walked towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic.
The scene of 　　 also aroused the idea of ​​the guests who planned to stay in "Yingmei Xiaoge" and whispered.
　　 "Hey, why did he follow in."
　　 "This, this... It's not compliant, how can I get in with the two?"
　　 "The maid seemed to be talking about poems just now, and I happened to see what he wrote with that handsome boy."
　　 A middle-aged man dressed as a rich man walked up to Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi, and said, "Two people, I don’t know what the girl Fuxiang means? How did the brother just get in? What poems did you write?"
　　PS: Masters, my face is itchy, and I need a recommendation ticket. Fan ︿(￣︶￣)︿