? A deed of sale worth 8,000 taels Ming Yan oiran's eyes froze, and he couldn't help feeling gratification, joy, jealousy and other emotions, with mixed flavors.
All the oirans were also in complicated moods. Eight thousand taels was enough to buy a luxury mansion in a luxurious location in the inner city. The Secretary of the Jiaofang claimed to sell gold caves, but there were very few examples of spending the entire eight thousand taels to redeem the lives of famous prostitutes.
Officials and gentlemen dare not, while merchants and rich men are jealous of money.
But Xu Yingong did it, he put it down lightly, and what he put down was a total of eight thousand taels of silver.
What deeply touched the hearts of the oiran ladies was that the Fuxiang lady was terminally ill and her time was numbered. So the eight thousand taels of silver was just bought for the wish of a prostitute.
In the world, which man can do this for a woman like them?
Xu Yinluo is different from other men The hearts of all the oirans almost softened, and they looked at the young man in Confucian robes infatuatedly.
"Xu Lang"
Looking at the deed of prostitution on the table, Fu Xiang laughed, with tears running down her face.
This is what I owe youXu Qi'an sat by the bed and sighed.
Fu Xiang looked at him softly, her pretty face blushed, and said with a sob: "You don't have to come, I, I don't look good right now."
Xu Qi'an reached out to touch her cheek with a complicated expression.
"I still have a wish."
Fu Xiang turned her head, looked at the oirans, and said: "I want to present a dance for Xu Lang at the end, and I kindly ask my sisters to accompany you."
The oirans nodded.
Fuxiang smiled, and then looked at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, go to the outer hall and wait for a while"
After the woman left, Fuxiang changed into a gorgeous layered red dress embroidered with red plum blossoms. Meier combed her hair, put it in a bun, and put on luxurious hair accessories.
The eyebrow pencil traced the delicate arc, the lip gloss painted the flaming red lips, and the blush restored the color of her pale face.
Fu Xiang gazed at the peerless beauty in the mirror and smiled.
Six years ago, a stunning young girl came to Jiaofang Division. She was degraded as the daughter of a criminal minister, but she had a special purpose.
She practiced piano skills hard, studied poetry and prose, and became the oiran of the Jiaofang Division, and her fame spread far and wide.
Six years passed by, and it was time for her to end this period of life, but a young man broke into her world, like a ray of light, splitting the dark sky.
At the end of this journey, the young man was not absent, drawing a successful conclusion for her.
Fu Xiang stood up, lifted the skirt, and ran out the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor, as if she had run for a period of six years, and met him at the end.
In the hall, the music of silk and bamboo pipes was melodious.
The red dress dances solo.
As graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a dragon swimming.
At the end, she fell into Xu Qi'an's arms.
The beauty in her arms raised her head, her face was full of tears, and she was extremely sad: "Xu Lang, I'm leaving, in the future"
What I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; what I fear is that I am insignificant and forgotten in a moment.
Xu Qi'an put his arms around her and said softly: "From now on, I won't come to Jiaofang Secretary."
It starts because of you and ends because of you.
For Xu Qi'an, this is also the end of a certain journey in life.
Fu Xiang laughed, bright and moving like never before, with a graceful style like a plum blossom.
A ray of ghosts drifted away, gracefully and gracefully going to a distant place.
In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other oirans wept in a low voice with tears streaming down their cheeks
The fragrant oiran died, and the famous courtesan was completely washed away, and bid farewell to the career of Jiaofangsi.
But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared in the Jiaofang Division today and spent 8,000 taels of silver to redeem her body and help her get out of low status. The news spread throughout the Jiaofang Division in an instant.
Spending 8,000 taels to redeem a terminally ill prostitute, even the script can't write such a plot.
Compared with Xu Qi'an spending a lot of money, just to satisfy the beauty's wishes. Those gifted scholars in the scriptures often give a heartfelt description, which is both pale and powerless.
For a while, the women of the Jiaofang Division were talking about Xu Qi'an, the legendary Dafeng Yingong, the former Yingong.
The Jiaofang Division has always been a transfer station for the spread of rumors. In just two days, almost all the guests who are eligible to consume in the Jiaofang Division know about it.
In this era, the love story between a poor scholar and a rich daughter; the love between a talented man and a famous prostitute.It 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 that you are discussing that Xu Yinluo spends 8,000 taels to redeem the body of Jiaofang Si Huakui. You have been discussing for a long time, what can you come up with? "
What's the point of this?
"Sentimental and righteous?"
"Treat money like dung?"
The concubines guessed.
Ma Xiuwen, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, shook his head with a smile, his eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and said, "Farewell to the old, what do you think?"
Xu Xinnian frowned, inexplicably remembering that when his elder brother beheaded his superiors, he went to visit him in prison. His elder brother once said: I am not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.
In retrospect, everything he did afterwards was just for peace of mind.
Xu Nian said in a deep voice, "I just want peace of mind."
Ma Xiuwen, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, glanced at the crowd: "Remember this sentence, no matter what height you can reach in the future, I hope you will wait, remember it, but please feel at ease."
After the check-in, Xu Nian returned to the house, thinking about what he had heard during the day.
Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table in a daze, and asked, "Mother, where is my elder brother?"
Aunt ignored him.
"I'm here"
In the side yard, Xu Qi'an beckoned.
After the little brother came over, he whispered: "Don't mention floating incense at home."
Xu New Year looked at his elder brother: "What's wrong with mentioning floating incense?"
"The point is not floating incense, the point is eight thousand taels. My aunt is like a Xianglin sister-in-law today, eight thousand taels and eight thousand taels. She muttered all day"
While speaking, Xu Qi'an pinched the center of his brows, feeling a little headache.
Who is Mrs. Xiangling Xu Xinnian murmured in his heart, then he raised his chin and said calmly, "I just want to talk to my elder brother."
"What?" Xu Qi'an asked.
"Life and death are destiny, so don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.
If you don't know how to comfort others, don't comfort them. It sounds like you're making sarcastic remarks Xu Qi'an nodded and hummed.
He had already buried Fuxiang's bones, so he specially brought Zhong Li back, and then took Chu Caiwei to find a cemetery with good Fengshui outside the capital for burial.
I heard Chu Caiwei talk about it by chance. Ever since he came back from Jianzhou, Yang Qianhuan fell in love with storytelling, and talked about what he did in Jianzhou when he met everyone.
The brothers of Si Tianjian cheered loudly in unison, praising Senior Brother Yang for being unparalleled in the world.
Yang Qianhuan was very happy.
However, as the story of Xu Qi'an's redemption at the Jiaofang Division spread to the Sitian Supervisor, Yang Qianhuan didn't like to tell stories. In the past few days, the people of the Jiaofang Division saw a white shadow appearing from time to time
After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the younger brother's room and said, "Show me the daily records of the late emperor that you wrote down in the past few days."
Xu New Year drank soothing soup and was about to take a rest, so he pushed and said, "I'll remember more later."
"No, remember too much, and you will sift through some details that you think are unimportant. Last time I saw Yuan Jing's daily life record, I noticed your problem." Xu Qi'an said displeased.
"What's the problem?" Xu Erlang didn't think his actions were wrong.
"Important or not, I have the final say, not you." Xu Qi'an walked to the table, spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:
"Come here quickly, brother will grind the ink for you personally."
Xu Xinnian had no choice but to go to the desk and sit down, pick up a pen and write. He has read many records of the late emperor's daily life one after another in the past few days, and recorded them all in his mind.
If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed delete some dialogues that he thinks are meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too great.
But if he writes now, he can restore what he wrote down exactly.
Half an hour later, Xu Erlang put down the brush, shook his hands lightly, and pushed a dozen pieces of rice paper to the eldest brother: "Okay."
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