Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Missed

Chapter 187: Missed

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After much anticipation, she finally came out, still holding the pipa and half covering her face. When Bai Juyi wrote this sentence, I wonder if he was secretly mocking the pipa girl for being pretentious?

Xu Qian'an thought that the courtesan named Hongxiu was very pretentious, or that she was very self-righteous? She came late in the second half of the tea party, chuckled lightly, and said while holding the wine glass:

"I am not feeling well, so I took a break. Please don't be offended, gentlemen."

She drank a glass of wine as an apology, and then there was no other performance.

However, there were also conscientious officials who played drinking games. Well, there were gongs everywhere, and the games were definitely not elegant games, but finger-guessing games and dice-shaking games.

The smile on her face was too professional.... She kept her back straight, and her body was a little stiff, which showed that she had not really integrated into the atmosphere.... She was more reluctant to have physical contact with the drinkers. Just now, when I touched her hand, there was disgust in her eyes...

Summary: She looked down on warriors.

Xu Qian'an likes to observe people's micro-expressions and subtle movements. Because these details are a reflection of their inner heart to a certain extent.

This is an occupational disease he left behind.

The performance of Miss Hongxiu reminded Xu Qian'an of the first time he met the courtesan Fuxiang. The courtesan who was famous for her beauty in the Jiaofang Division was also polite on the surface and distant in her heart.

It's just that Fuxiang's professional ethics are higher, and she didn't show it so obviously, while this Hongxiu was a little naked.

Of course, Fuxiang is the courtesan of the Jiaofang Division in the capital. What kind of place is the capital? There are many dignitaries, how can Yuzhou compare.

In addition to professional ethics, Hongxiu is naturally very beautiful in appearance, with the softness and delicate temperament of a Jiangnan woman.

She always speaks with the ending sound of "ah" and "ne", soft and soft, and it feels like talking to a lover when talking to anyone.

"I will play a song for the masters." Hongxiu smiled gently.

"Mrs. Hongxiu's piano skills are unique in Yuzhou Jiaofangsi. If you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofangsi, you must listen to Mrs. Hongxiu's piano music." The official from the Canal Transport Office immediately praised.

This is like introducing the local specialties to the distinguished guests from afar, and you can say as much as you like.

After playing a song, the official from the Canal Transport Office smiled and raised his wine glass: "How do you think, sirs?"

Song Tingfeng is an old hand, and he raised his glass and took over the topic: "For example, Fuxiang, the courtesan of the Beijing Jiaofangsi, is not much inferior."

There is still some gap... Xu Qian'an is not partial to his lover, he is purely evaluating from an objective perspective.

Fuxiang's piano skills are as superb as her ventriloquism.

"Is it the Fuxiang courtesan who "sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk"? "The eyes of the official from the Canal Transport Office suddenly lit up.

The distance between Yuzhou and the capital is long, but this poem has been around for quite some time. Scholars have spread it to the Confucian scholars in various states through correspondence.

These two lines of poetry are widely circulated, and are more popular than "Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you?"

"That's right." Song Tingfeng said.

"It is said that Madam Fuxiang is a beauty of the country and a top beauty in the world." The official of the Caoyun Yamen asked expectantly.

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

Madam Hongxiu's smile was slightly stiff, and she was a little unhappy.

In her yard, discussing a big shot in the same industry, and talking about it with such relish, she felt that she had no face.

Song Tingfeng seemed not to notice the displeasure of Lady Hongxiu. He laughed twice and pointed at Xu Qian'an and said, "You have to ask him about this."

Xu Qian'an said calmly, "It's OK. Among the beauties I have seen, she can be ranked in the top five."

When he said this, a series of beauties flashed through his mind: Auntie, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Imperial Master, Chu Caiwei...

Did people say that?

Everyone couldn't help but look at Xu Qian'an a few times.

"You are really good at joking, sir." The official of the Caoyun Yamen laughed dryly.

"It's not a joke," the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao spoke up and explained for his colleague: "Fuxiang is his lover."

... The official of the Caoyun Yamen almost collapsed, and tried to control his expression to prevent himself from laughing.

Fuxiang is his lover? The first famous prostitute in the capital, would she like a crude warrior like you?

Why don't you say that the princess is your lover, why don't you say that the mysterious female imperial teacher is your lover.

However, bragging in a drinking place is a basic exercise. The officials from the Canal Transport Office who came to accompany the wine were disdainful in their hearts, but they still smiled on the surface.

Vulgar man... Hongxiu's disdain was no longer concealed, but she lowered her head and drank well, so that no one else could see it.

She didn't like warriors, and didn't know how to cherish women at all. She was very rude in her words and deeds, unlike scholars, who were gentle and elegant, chanted poems and wrote couplets, and treated the women in the Jiaofangsi politely.

"I didn't expect that you have such a relationship with Madam Fuxiang. I don't know your name?" Hongxiu said half seriously and half sarcastically.

The official of the Canal Transport Office stared at her with a blaming look and hurriedly picked up the wine glass: "Drink, drink."

The topic was passed, and Song Tingfeng smiled and said: "Ning Yan, it's a good thing that the boss didn't go to Yunzhou with us, otherwise he would definitely not agree to let us come

to the Jiaofangsi to have fun."

Xu Qiyan said: "This is not for fun, this is for sightseeing. Next time the boss asks, you should answer him like this."

Ning Yan, this should be his name... Hongxiu glanced at Xu Qiyan.

The tea party was over.

Hongxiu left the table early, and then there was no sound.

Not inviting the guest to drink tea meant that she didn't like the night watchman present.

"Don't know how to behave!" A night watchman said in a deep voice.

The official of the Canal Transport Office was a little embarrassed and quite angry, not at the night watchman, but at Hongxiu.

However, the Jiaofangsi was not under the jurisdiction of the Caoyun Yamen. As one of the six courtesans of the Yuzhou Jiaofangsi, Hongxiu did not need to live under the Caoyun Yamen's

control.

Song Tingfeng waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, let's move on to the next one?"

Xu Qi'an agreed with Lao Song's approach. Abalone that is forced to be eaten is not fresh, and

a melon that is forced to be twisted is not sweet.

The group left the yard, and Song Tingfeng and the other two turned to the river. Then, under the cover of night, they stood on the shore to relieve the swelling of their bladders.

Song Tingfeng: 8==d

Zhu Guangxiao: 8==d

Xu Qi'an: 8====d

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In the bedroom with a blazing charcoal fire, Hongxiu drank a sip of hangover tea, sat in front of the dressing table, and asked the maid who pushed the door in to massage her shoulders.

"Madam, they are leaving." The maid laughed softly, "They actually said that Fuxiang, the most famous prostitute in the capital, was his lover. Even I can see that he is just bragging." Hongxiu curled her lips and said lightly, "Martial men are like this, vulgar and unbearable." After a short break, a maid knocked on the door and said outside, "Madam, Master Wei has booked the place with his classmates."

When Hongxiu heard this, her face suddenly brightened, and she said happily, "Serve the masters wine and ask them to wait for a while."

After saying that, she hurriedly urged the maid, "Help me change my clothes quickly and get

the most beautiful golden silk skirt."

Master Wei is the nephew of the prefect of Yuzhou. He is a scholar who is well-read in poetry

and books. He is handsome and gentle.

After changing into a beautiful silk skirt, wearing a jade hairpin and a golden hairpin,

Hongxiu came to the wine room in her best attire and bowed: "Hongxiu greets the

gentlemen."

She naturally sat beside the white-robed Wei Gongzi. Young scholars pointed out the world and wrote passionate words. This was the environment she liked.

Every time at this moment, she envied the first famous prostitute in the capital who she had

never met but was well-known.

How lucky it was to meet such a talented student and have him give her poems, which would

be passed down through the ages.

"Just now, several people from the capital came. They seemed to be night watchmen,"

Fuxiang said while pouring wine for Mr. Wei, laughing as he talked about this matter:

"Some people say that Fuxiang, the courtesan in the capital, is his lover."

The scholars present laughed, "This is really interesting. How could Mrs. Fuxiang fall in love

with a vulgar warrior?"

"Brother Wei went to the capital half a month ago. Did you go to see the grace of the

courtesan Fuxiang?"

"I'm ashamed. I've been to tea parties three times, but I only saw Fuxiang once." Mr. Wei in

white robe said this, revealing an obsessive look:

"The fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk... She is as beautiful as her name, stunning the

whole country."

A young man immediately asked, "Does the courtesan Fuxiang have a lover?" Young Master Wei suddenly realized, "I remembered something. When we were having tea

that day, I was chatting with the guests at the table. He said that Fuxiang had stopped receiving guests. There was an endless stream of guests coming to the tea party every day just

to see her beauty.

But there was a person who frequently went in and out of Yingmei Pavilion... Well, Fuxiang's courtyard was called Yingmei Pavilion. It is said that this person was Fuxiang's lover."

The young masters present were moved: "Who is the poet who wrote the poem "Fragrance Floating in the Moonlight at Dusk"?"

Young Master Wei sighed and said, "Who else is there besides him?"

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

This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they speculated: "Is his identity sensitive and can't be

told to others?"

Hongxiu, the courtesan, listened with sparkling eyes. She was the one who was most curious

about the poet's identity. He was a talented man who could transform the women of the Jiaofangsi.

After his companions discussed for a while, Master Wei pressed his hand, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

He shook his head and said, "Because the man's real identity is a night watchman, not a scholar."

"Is that so?!" Everyone was shocked, and then suddenly realized.

No wonder the Confucian scholars did not publicize the poet's identity at all, and chose to

forget tacitly. It turned out that he was a night watchman, not a scholar.

Night watchman... The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Hongxiu's

heart suddenly sank.

She opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "What's your name?" Master Wei glanced at the beauty and said, "Xu Qian'an, with the courtesy name Ningyan." Clang... The wine glass fell on the table, then slid to the ground and broke.

Everyone looked at Hongxiu. This beauty had a pale face and dull eyes, like a lifeless paper

flower.

Just as they were at a loss, Hongxiu suddenly fell on the table, crying in agony, crying with tears in her eyes, crying heartbrokenly, her body trembling.