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    After a thousand calls, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

    When Bai Juyi wrote this sentence back then, did he insinuate that the pipa girl was hypocritical?

    Xu Qi'an felt that the oiran lady called Hongxiu was pretentious, or did she think too highly of herself?  It was late in the second half of the tea circle, and with a light laugh, holding the wine glass, he said:

    "My slave is not feeling well, so I took a short rest. Don't be offended by the masters."

    After drinking a glass of wine as an apology, there is no performance.

    However, there are also conscientious officials who act as orderlings and play drinking orders.  Well, there are all gongs present, and it is definitely not Yaling who is doing it, but punching and rolling dice.

    The smile on his face is too professional The waist has been straightened, and the body is a little stiff, which shows that he has not really integrated into the atmosphere It is more taboo to have physical contact with alcoholics. I touched my little hand just now, and my eyes  there is disgust

    Summary: Look down on warriors.

    Xu Qi'an likes to observe people's micro expressions and subtle movements.  Because these details are a certain degree of refraction of the heart.

    This is an occupational disease left over from his past years.

    The performance of the red-sleeved girl reminded Xu Qi'an of the first time he met Fuxiang Oiran, the famous oiran of the teaching workshop that day, also had such an attitude of politeness on the surface and alienation in the heart.

    It's just that Fu Xiang's professional ethics is higher, not so obvious, but this red sleeve is a bit naked.

    Of course, Fuxiang is the oiran of the Beijing Jiaofang Division, where is the capital?  The gathering of dignitaries and dignitaries is not comparable to Yuzhou.

    In addition to professional ethics, in terms of appearance, Hongxiu is naturally extremely beautiful, with the softness and delicate temperament of Jiangnan women.

    He always speaks with ending sounds like "Yah" and "Nah", and he is soft and soft. He talks to anyone as if he is talking to his lover.

    "Let's play a song for the masters." Hongxiu said with a gentle smile.

    "The piano skills of the red-sleeved lady are unrivaled in Yuzhou Jiaofang Division. When you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, you must listen to the piano sound of the red-sleeve lady." The official of the Water Transport Yamen immediately praised.

    It's like introducing the special products of your hometown to distinguished guests from afar, how to say it nicely.

    After playing the song, the officials of the Water Transport Yamen raised their wine glasses with a smile: "How are you, my lords?"

    Song Tingfeng is an old fritter, raised his glass quickly, and took over the topic: "For example, the fragrance oiran of the Jiaofang Division in the capital is not too far behind."

    There is still a gapXu Qi'an is not partial to his lover, but is purely evaluating from an objective point of view.

    Fu Xiang's piano skills are as superb as her ventriloquism.

    "Is it the fragrant oiran with "sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk"?" The eyes of the officials of the Water Transport Yamen suddenly lit up.

    There is a long distance between Yuzhou and the capital, but this poem has been published for a long time, and the correspondence between scholars has spread it to scholars in various states.

    These two poems have been widely circulated, 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 Lady Fuxiang is beautiful and beautiful, and she is a first-class beauty in the world." The official of the Water Transport Yamen asked expectantly.

    This is the filter of reputation. Fuxiang is the most famous courtesan in the capital, with such a halo on her head, in the eyes of men who are keen on romantic places, she is simply a goddess of Tianzihao.

    The red-sleeved lady's smile was slightly stiff, and she was a little unhappy.

    In her yard, discussing a big name in the same industry, and still talking about it like this, she felt shameless.

    Song Tingfeng didn't seem to notice the displeasure of the red-sleeve lady, he laughed strangely, pointed at Xu Qi'an and said, "I'll ask him then."

    Xu Qi'an said lightly: "It's not bad, among the beauties I've seen, I can rank among the top five."

    When he said this, beauties flashed in his mind: Aunt, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Guoshi, Chu Caiwei

    Do people say?

    Everyone couldn't help but glanced at Xu Qi'an.

    "You really know how to joke, my lord really knows how to joke." The official of the Water Transport Yamen said with a dry smile.

    "I'm not joking," said the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao, explaining for his colleagues, "Floating Fragrance is his best friend."

    The officials of the Water Transport Yamen's face almost collapsed, and they worked hard to manage their expressions so that they did not laugh.

    Is Fuxiang his best friend?  The most famous prostitute in the capital, would she fall in love with a vulgar martial artist like you?

    Why don't you say that the princess is your good friend, why don't you say that the mysterious female national teacher is your good friend.

    However, bragging in the wine market belongs to"Moon dusk" as a poet?"

    Mr. Wei said with emotion: "Who else is there besides him?"

    After a pause, he looked around at everyone, and said in a tone of sharing secrets: "This person's identity is extraordinary. This poem has been widely circulated, and everyone knows about it, but why is the poet unknown, and no one even knows about it?"  Talk about it. Don't you think it's strange?"

    This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they all speculated: "Your identity is sensitive, so you can't talk to others?"

    The red-sleeved oiran listened with sparkling eyes, and she was the one who was most curious about the identity of the poet.  That is a talented person who can make the daughter of Jiaofangsi completely reborn.

    Waiting for a while to discuss with his companions, Mr. Wei pressed his hand, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

    He shook his head and said, "Because that person's real identity is a watchman, not a scholar."

    "It's so?!" Everyone was shocked, and suddenly realized.

    No wonder Rulin didn't publicize the identity of the poet at all, and tacitly chose to forget that he was a watchman, not a scholar.

    ? The watchman the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention, and the red sleeve has a heart, and suddenly sank.

    She opened her mouth and said in a shy voice, "Call, what's your name?"

    Mr. Wei glanced sideways at the beauty, and said, "Xu Qi'an, the name is Ningyan."

    Bang Dang The wine glass fell on the table, then slid to the ground and shattered.

    Everyone looked at Hongxiu one after another. This beauty's face was pale and her eyes were dull, like a lifeless paper flower.

    Just as he was in a daze, Hongxiu suddenly lay down on the table, crying out in pain, pear blossoms drizzled with tears, crying heartbroken, his body trembling.

    ps: I finally rushed out a chapter, and I don¡¯t have time to check the typos carefully, so I will post it first, and everyone will help catch the bugs.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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