Chapter 54: Cut off

　　 Xu Erlang was silent. Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man and shook his head: "It's just a slapstick poem. I heard that young man said that he was rusty in calligraphy and couldn't write good characters, so I troubled him to help with ghostwriting."
　　 Second Uncle Xu is an old gang, put on a posture that he was a bystander, and separated his nephew and son.
　　 Everyone immediately looked at Xu Xinnian, Xu Erlang chuckled, the stranger's cold posture, disdain to answer them.
　　 His attitude made the middle-aged person who was questioning annoyed and embarrassed, and he returned to his original position.
　　 Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look, and the two left Yingmei Xiaoge one after another.
　　 "It's not good to continue to stay inside, so that it won't be good for people to see that the three of us have a relationship." Xu Pingzhi taught his son.
　　 "I understand." Xu Xinnian nodded and shivered in the cold wind after speaking.
　　 There is a charcoal fire in the house for heating, and when it comes out, the temperature difference is huge, making people tremble.
　　 Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said, "If you were staying in Yingmei Xiaoge, those maids... only a couple of silver is enough.
　　 "Now I can only go to the other courtyard to find other women... instead of a maid, the low price is five taels of silver, which includes the money for playing tea."
　　 At this point, Xu Pingzhi paused, and when he saw that his son had no habitual vicious tongue, he asked him why he knew so clearly.
　　 At the same time strangely, I was relieved.
　　 Xu Ershu took out an ingot of official silver, standard silver, one ingot and five taels.
　　 "Jiro, take the silver."
　　 The Xu family went bankrupt due to the tax and silver case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi made some money through gray channels, but overall it was still relatively tight.
　　 Second Uncle Xu doesn't think his son can still put out fifty taels of silver.
　　 Xu New Year moved slightly, and whispered: "Father, what about you?"
　　 Second Uncle Xu smiled indifferently: "Daddy is not afraid of the cold and heat when he refines the Essence Realm. Even if he sleeps on the side of the road, it doesn't matter. Your bones can't stand the cold at night."
　　Xu Xinnian put his hands in his sleeves, bowed his back slightly, bearing the steep night wind, staring at the five taels of silver for a long while, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I do not want."
　　 Xu Ershu must accept his son.
　　 Between the pulls, with a click, Xu Xinian fell out of an ingot of official silver in his arms, no more, no less, exactly five taels.
　　...The father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell silent.
　　 On the other side, the maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and signaled Xu Qi'an to enter, but she did not intend to enter.
　　 "Young Master Yang, please come in!"
　　 The moment the shoji door opened, a warm fragrance came to the face, and the floor was covered with a layer of expensive silk woven lichen, which was expensive and extremely labor intensive.
　　 The lichen is embroidered with green lotus flowers and clouds of auspicious clouds.
　　The woman walked on it, growing lotus every step. The officials walked on it, calmly.
　　 Mind and exquisite.
A three-folded screen copying the famous painting "Rain Beating Banana" separates the sleeping area and the brocade hall. A beautiful young woman kneels and sits on the small couch in front of the screen. A phoenix tail is placed on the small collapse. Piano.
　　 She was wearing a light gauze, her skin faintly like jade, and she was smiling and looking towards the door.
　　 The two eyes exchanged, she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her mouth.
　　 The gentleness that bowed the head is the most, like a water lotus flower that is too shy from the cool breeze... This poem appeared in Xu Qi'an's mind.
　　 The wine is as elegant as everybody’s lady, and when it’s on the sideline, it’s charming and charming.
　　 This is a fascinating skill that only a woman from Jiao Fang Si can develop.
　　 Xu Qi'an has two heads, one big.
　　 "The son?" The oiran smirked, "Why does the son look at the slave house like this."
　　 Xu Qi'an sighed: "I heard that Girl Fuxiang is a rare beauty in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. Even if Girl Fuxiang is the number one beauty in the world, I believe it too."
　　 "Young Master Yang, don't want to make fun of the slave house." Fuxiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, and her eyebrows were full of smiles, obviously very happy.
　　......
　　 In the tea room next door, Zhao Gongzi drank a whole pot of tea, and his bladder protested twice. On the third time, he finally couldn't help it.
　　Is he here for tea?
　　 Young Master Zhao left the tea room full of complaints and walked towards the master bedroom, but was stopped by the maid at the door.
　　 "I have been waiting in the tea room for a long time, why the Fuxiang girl hasn't seen me yet." Zhao Gongzi asked the maid.
　　 "Don't blame Zhao Gongzi, the lady has already chosen someone else." The maid replied.
　　 "!!!" Zhao Gongzi felt that his forehead was bombarded with several thunders one after another, and then he was angry and said loudly:
　　 "Girl Fuxiang clearly chose me. Why did she suddenly change her mind and entertain people? If you don't give me an explanation, please don't blame this son for being polite."
　　 His fierce tone and ferocious words made the maid a little scared, and subconsciously wanted to call the servant in the yard.
　　 "Ping'er, since Young Master Zhao is not convinced, you should take the poem out and let him see."
　　 From the room came the charming voice of the Oiran lady.
　　 The maid glanced cautiously at Young Master Zhao, opened the shoji door to a gap that only allowed one person to pass, 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. The angry expression instantly solidified on his face, and then slowly faded away, replaced by shock, shock, and incredible...
　　 He stayed there for a long time, and when he loosened his fingers, the rice paper slowly fell.
　　......
　　 The guests outside were shocked to find that Young Master Zhao had come out.
　　 finished? !
　　 Zhao Gongzi’s expression made them realize that something was wrong, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com was kicked out.
　　 "Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?" A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, immediately stepped forward, seemingly concerned, but in fact gossiping.
　　 Previously, the maid shouted to leave that surnamed Yang, and it didn't take long for Young Master Zhao to come out in despair.
　　 Obviously, this was cut halfway, and the plump peonies were picked.
　　 Young Master Zhao in a green robe, slowly glanced at everyone, and muttered: "I lost, I am convinced that I lost."
　　 "What the is going on, lose? Where do you start?"
　　 "Brother Zhao, that person wrote a poem, right, what kind of poem can make Fuxiang girl break the rules?"
　　 "You are going to say it, you are so anxious."
　　 The guests all came up.
　　 Young Master Zhao turned a deaf ear to his ears, and while walking outside, he muttered: "Zhongfang shakes down Duxuanyan..."
　　 Everyone's heart lifted, knowing that he was reading the poem just now.
　　 "...accounting for the full style to the small garden."
　　At this time, Zhao Gongzi had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests could not help but follow behind him, listening.
　　 "Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear water, dark fragrance floating, moon dusk..."
　　 The guests did not keep up, staying where they were, and the air fell silent briefly.
　　 No one spoke for a long time.
I don’t know how long it has been, a student with tears in his eyes and trembling lips: "As soon as this poem comes out, I will be ashamed of the people who chant the plum through the ages.... Everyone, Xiaosheng will retire first. Xiaosheng will go to another place to fight a tea enclosure and spread the poem. ."
　　 "I also retired in Xia, to make a name for the great poetry world, how can I be missing."
　　 The guests dispersed in a rush and couldn't wait to participate in the tea enclosure in the other courtyard, and then threw this poem to a blockbuster.