Vol 2 Chapter 197: dance

A deed of sale worth eight thousand taels............. Mingyan oiran was frozen in the autumn, and emotions such as gratification, joy, and jealousy appeared in a mixed manner.
The feelings of the oiran are equally complicated. Eight thousand taels are enough to buy a luxurious mansion in a luxurious area in the inner city. The Jiaofang Division is known as the Golden Cave, but the example of spending eight thousand taels to redeem the body of a famous prostitute is really rare.
The princes do not dare, and the rich and powerful merchants do not care about money.
But Xu Yingong did it, he put it down lightly, and put down a whole eight thousand taels of silver.
What impressed the oiran ladies most is that the imaginary lady is dying of illness and time is running out. Therefore, these eight thousand taels of silver are only the wish of a woman in the dust.
In the world, which man can do this for a woman like them?
Xu Yinluo is different from other men..........The hearts of the oiran are almost softening, and they look at the young man in Confucian robes.
"Xu Lang........."
Looking at the sales deed on the table, Fuxiang laughed, his smile full of tears.
I owe you...Xu Qi'an sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.
Fuxiang looked at him softly, her pretty face flushed, and choked: "You don't have to come, me, I don't look good now."
Xu Qi'an reached out and touched her cheek, his expression a little complicated.
"I still have a wish."
Fuxiang turned her head, looked at the oiran, and said, "I want to give Xu Lang a last dance and ask my sisters to accompany him."
The oiran nodded.
Fuxiang smiled, and then looked at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, you go to the outer hall and wait for a while..."
After the person left, Fuxiang changed into a gorgeous red dress embroidered with red plum blossoms. Meier combed her hair, put her hair in a bun, and put on luxurious hair accessories.
The eyebrow pencil traced the delicate curve, the lipstick smeared the flaming red lips, and the blush restored her pale face.
Fuxiang stared at the majestic beauty in the mirror and smiled.
Six years ago, a stunning girl came to Jiaofangsi. She fell into the dust as the daughter of a criminal minister, but she had a special purpose.
She practiced piano art hard, studied poetry, and became the oiran of Jiaofang Division.
After six years, it was time for her to end this life, but a young man broke into her world like a light, splitting the dim sky.
At the end of this journey, the young man was not absent, marking her a successful end.
Fuxiang got up, carrying the skirt, and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran across the long corridor, like a six-year run. At the end, she met him.
In the hall, the sound of silk and bamboo wind is melodious.
Red skirt solo dance.
Pina is astonishing, graceful as a dragon.
At the end, she fell into Xu Qi'an's arms.
The beauty in her arms raised her head, tears were already streaming down her face, mournfully: "Xu Lang, I'm going to go now...."
All I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; what I fear is that I am insignificant and will be forgotten in a flash.
Xu Qi'an hugged her and whispered softly, "I won't come to Jiaofang Division from now on."
It starts with you and ends with you.
For Xu Qi'an, this is also the end of a journey in his life.
Fuxiang laughed, bright and moving, graceful and graceful like plum blossoms.
A wisp of ghost drifted away, curling up into the distance.
In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other oirans mourned in low voices, tears streaming down.
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The fragrant oiran fragrantly disappears, this famous prostitute thoroughly washed away the lead, and said goodbye to Jiaofangsi's career.
But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared in Jiaofang Division today and spent 8 thousand taels of silver to redeem her and help her get rid of her low birth status. The news spread across the entire Jiaofang Division instantly.
It took eight thousand two to redeem a dying woman from the wind, even if it was a storybook, she couldn't write such a plot.
Compared to Xu Qi'an spending a lot of money, just for the beauty of her wish. The talented scholars in the script, often cut out a heart description, pale and weak.
For a while, the women of the Jiaofang Division were all talking about Xu Qi'an, about this legendary big silver gong, the former silver gong.
The Jiaofang Division has always been a transit point for the spread of rumors. In just two days, almost all customers who are eligible to spend in the Jiaofang Division know this.
In this era, the love stories of poor scholars and rich daughters; the love stories of gifted scholars and famous prostitutes can be called two enduring themes.
Anyone who heard about it couldn't help but praise Qi'an for being affectionate and righteous, and talked about it and spread it out.
It has been passed down from ten to ten, and the people in the market, the merchant class, and the officialdom all regard this matter as a post-dinner talk.
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When Wang Shoufu was eating this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumors.
"Eight thousand taels of silver, if you let me run it, I can double it in less than a year. Brother, you say Xu Qi'an is not stupid, if it is just to hug a beautiful woman.
"It just happens to be a dying ill, these eight thousand taels are not just a problem."
When he noticed his father coming in, the second son Wang immediately stopped the conversation and lowered his head to drink porridge.
The Wang family's tutor is strict and advocates food and sleeplessness.
Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, looked at his second son, and asked, "What did you just say?"
Brother Wang whispered: "No, nothing..."
Wang Shoufu waved his hand: "Just say, eh, it's related to Xu Qi'an?"
Seeing that his father was not dissatisfied, the second brother Wang said: "The scented oiran of Jiaofang is dying, and the medicine stone is hopeless. That Xu Qi'an spent eight thousand taels to redeem her, just for the beauty of her long-cherished wish, which is really ridiculous."
After the review, he asked carefully: "Father, what do you think?"
Wang Shoufu ignored it and finished the porridge silently.
Brother Wang was a little disappointed in not getting his father's approval.
Well, my father never talked about right and wrong behind his back, but his thoughts must be the same as him.
After drinking the porridge, Wang Shoufu wiped his mouth with the handmaid's veil, then wiped his hands, and said lightly: "If you can spend eight thousand taels to redeem a dying woman, I respect you as a good man."
Brother Wang was stunned, dumbfounded.
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Haoqi House.
"I didn't see it, but he is a seed of infatuation."
Nangong Qianrou held the tea cup and smiled, unable to tell whether it was a mockery or approval.
"Infatuation may not be true, but passion is true."
Standing on the observatory, Wei Yuan made a casual comment with his wide sleeves fluttering.
A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around and said a little depressed: "I deducted his salary for three months before, why did you say he got so much money?"
You have nothing to do with his salary...Nangong Qianrou took a look at her foster father.
Wei Yuan said with emotion: "Life is alive, but please feel at ease."
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Imperial Academy.
The concubine members were sitting in the classroom. The Hanlin Academy scholars had not yet come, and the concubiners were sitting in their respective positions and chatting.
"Xu Yinluo is so affectionate and righteous, he actually spent eight thousand taels to redeem his body for the floating incense."
"Fuxiang is already dying, and the medicine is hopeless, but Xu Yinluo is still willing to pay for her money, just to get out of her base before death."
Although Xu Qi'an has resigned, the outside world still used to call him Xu Yinluo.
What eight thousand taels, what redemption? As my colleagues whispered to each other, Xu Cijiu was at a loss and asked what earth-shattering thing my elder brother did?
Why did my elder brother do something earth-shattering, but my younger brother doesn't know?
Because the relationship with Wang Simu warmed up extremely quickly and took the time to date, Xu Erlang has long stopped going to Jiaofangsi, so the news is lagging behind, and he doesn't know about eight thousand taels of redemption.
"But I heard that many people are laughing at him. How can a dying person be worth eight thousand taels? Xu Yinluo was impulsive, but I am afraid I regret it now."
"I also heard that Xu Yinluo is gambling reputation."
Some people hold different views.
Thanks to Xu Erlang is still in a state of perplexity, otherwise these custards will be sprayed suspicious of life.
At this time, coughing sounded from outside the door, and the rigid and serious academician of the Hanlin Academy entered the class holding the scroll.
The custards immediately silenced.
Matthew, a fellow of the Imperial Academy, is known for being rigid and serious. He doesn't form a party or enter a camp. If you want to say that the officialdom is professional, he really has a firm place in the court where the party is fierce.
But he has not changed his position as a fellow of the Hanlin Academy for decades.
The officials and concubines of the Imperial Academy were impressed most by him, being calm and calm.
Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: But please peace of mind.
After a lecture, Matthew, an academician of the Hanlin Academy, looked around everyone, rare and cheerful, and smiled:
"Readers, what you read is not the book, but the truth in the book. However, the truth is not only in the book, but also outside the book. I heard you discuss that Xu Yinluo spent eight thousand taels to redeem his life for the Jiaofang Secretary. You discussed it for a long time. , What can be the reason?"
How can this make sense?
"Sentiment and justice?"
"Think of money as dirt?"
The concubine guesses.
Ma Xiuwen, a fellow of the Hanlin Academy, smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and said, "Farewell, what do you think?"
Xu Xinnian frowned, thinking inexplicably that his eldest brother had cut his superiors with a knife. He went to visit in prison. The eldest brother once said: I am not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.
Looking back, everything he did later was just for peace of mind.
Xu Xinnian said solemnly: "But please peace of mind."
Ma Xiuwen, a fellow of the Imperial Academy, glanced at everyone: "Remember this sentence, no matter what height you can reach in the future, I hope you will wait. Remember, but please peace of mind."
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After the value disappeared, Xu Xinnian returned to the mansion, thinking about what he had heard in the day.
Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table in a daze, and asked: "Mother, where is my eldest brother."
My aunt ignored him.
"I'm here........."
In the yard beside him, Xu Qi'an beckoned.
After the little brother came over, he whispered: "Don't talk about fragrant fragrance at home."
Xu Xinnian looked at his elder brother: "What's wrong with Tifuxiang."
"The point is not the fragrant fragrance. The point is eight thousand liang. Auntie is like a sister-in-law Xianglin today, eight thousand two eight thousand liang, mumbling all day..."
While talking, Xu Qi'an squeezed his eyebrows, a little headache.
Who is Xiangling's wife...Xu Xinian muttered in his heart, then he lifted his chin and said calmly, "I just want to talk to my eldest brother."
"What?" Xu Qi'an asked.
"Life and death are fateful, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.
If you don't comfort people, don't comfort them. It sounds like you are talking coldly...Xu Qi'an nodded, yes.
Fuxiang’s bones have already been buried, so he brought Zhong Li back to EbookFREE.me~ and took Chu Caiwei to find a good feng shui cemetery outside the capital.
By chance, I heard Chu Caiwei talk about something. Since Jianzhou came back, Yang Qianhuan has been in love with storytelling. Everyone talked about what she did in Jianzhou.
Sitianjian’s juniors cooperated with a loud applause and praised Senior Brother Yang for being unique in the world.
Yang Qianhuan was very happy.
However, as Xu Qi'an's deeds of redemption of eight thousand liang in Jiaofang Division spread to Si Tian Jian, Yang Qianhuan stopped telling stories. In the past few days, people in Jiao Fang Division saw a white shadow appear from time to time.
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After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the little brother's room and said, "Show me the record of the life of the emperor you wrote down these days."
Xu Xinnian drank tranquilizing soup, and was about to rest, pushing and shoving: "Wait for me to remember more."
"No, remember too much. You will filter out some details that you think are not important. Last time I watched Yuanjing's daily life, I noticed that you were wrong." Xu Qi'an said unhappy.
"What's the problem with this?" Xu Erlang didn't think his approach was wrong.
"It's not important, it's me who decides, not you." Xu Qi'an walked to the table, spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:
"Come here, elder brother will polish the ink for you himself."
Reluctantly, Xu Xinnian walked to the desk and sat down, holding up a pen to write. In the past few days, he has read a lot of the daily records of the emperor, all of which are in his mind.
If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed cut out some of the conversations he thinks is meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too great.
But if he writes now, he can restore the content that he wrote down exactly.
Half an hour later, Xu Erlang put down his brush, shook his hand gently, and pushed a dozen sheets of rice paper to his eldest brother: "Okay."
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