Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 427 - 427 Dance

Chapter 427: Chapter 427 Dance

The indenture worth eight thousand taels...Ming Yan's eyes froze, and she could not help but feel relieved, happy, jealous and other emotions, with mixed feelings.

The feelings of the other courtesans were also complicated. Eight thousand taels was enough to buy a luxurious mansion in the luxurious area of ??the inner city. The Jiaofangsi was known as a den of money, but the example of spending eight thousand taels to redeem a famous prostitute was rare.

The officials did not dare, and the merchants and wealthy people felt sorry for the money.

But Xu Yinluo did it. He put it down lightly, and what he put down was a full eight thousand taels of silver.

What touched the courtesans the most was that Lady Fuxiang was terminally ill and had not much time left. So these eight thousand taels of silver were just to buy the wish of a prostitute.

In the world, which man can do this for women like them?

Xu Yinluo was different from other men... The hearts of the courtesans were almost softened, and they looked at the young man in the Confucian robe infatuatedly.

"Xu Lang......"

Looking at the contract of sale on the table, Fuxiang laughed, her face full of tears.

I owe you this...Xu Qian'an sat on the bed and sighed.

Fuxiang looked at him tenderly, her pretty face flushed, and she choked up and said, "You don't have to come, I, I don't look good now."

Xu Qian'an reached out to touch her cheek, his expression a little complicated.

"I have another wish."

Fuxiang turned her head, looked at the courtesans, and said, "I want to dance for Xu Lang for the last time, and I beg the sisters to accompany me."

The courtesans nodded.

Fuxiang smiled, and then looked at Xu Qian'an: "Xu Lang, please go to the outer hall and wait for a while...."

After the people left, Fuxiang changed into a gorgeous red dress with red plum blossoms embroidered on it. Mei'er combed her hair, put it in a bun, and put on luxurious hair accessories.

Eyebrow pencils drew delicate curves, lipsticks painted flaming red lips, and blush restored color to her pale face.

Fuxiang gazed at the peerless beauty in the mirror and smiled.

Six years ago, a stunning girl came to the Jiaofangsi. She fell into the dust as the daughter of a guilty minister, but with a special purpose.

She practiced the piano and studied poetry, and became the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi, with a far-reaching reputation.

Six years passed in a flash, and she should end this 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 and drew a perfect end for her.

Fuxiang stood up gracefully, holding up the hem of her skirt, and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor, as if she had run through a period of six years, and met him at the end.

In the hall, the sound of stringed instruments and wind instruments was melodious.

Red skirt danced alone.

As graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

At the end, she fell into Xu Qi'an's arms.

The beauty in his arms raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and she was so sad that she wanted to say: "Xu Lang, I'm leaving, from now on..."

All I hope for is to leave a mark in your heart; what I fear is that I am insignificant and forgotten in an instant.

Xu Qi'an hugged her and whispered: "From now on, I won't come to the Jiaofangsi."

Beginning with you, ending with you.

For Xu Qi'an, this is also the end of a journey in his life.

Fuxiang smiled, more beautiful than ever before, as graceful as plum blossoms.

A wisp of ghost drifted away, and went to the distance.

In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other courtesans wept softly, tears streaming down their cheeks.

.......

Fuxiang, the courtesan, has passed away. This once famous prostitute has completely washed away her makeup and bid farewell to her career in the Jiaofangsi.

But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qiyan appeared in the Jiaofangsi today and spent 8,000 taels of silver to redeem her and help her get rid of her status as a prostitute. The news spread throughout the Jiaofangsi in an instant.

Spending 8,000 taels to redeem a terminally ill prostitute, even the storybooks could not write such a plot.

Compared with Xu Qiyan's lavish spending just to fulfill the beauty's wish. The descriptions of those talented scholars in the storybooks, who often cut out their hearts, are pale and powerless.

For a time, the women in the Jiaofangsi were talking about Xu Qiyan, talking about this legendary Dafeng Yinluo, the former Yinluo.

The Jiaofangsi has always been a transit station for the spread of rumors. In just two days, almost all the guests who are eligible to consume in the Jiaofangsi knew about this matter.

In this era, the love story between a poor scholar and a rich girl, and the love story between a talented scholar and a famous prostitute are two enduring themes.

Anyone who heard about this could not help but praise Xu Qi'an for his loyalty and righteousness, and talked about it with relish and spread it.

One person spread it to ten, ten to a hundred, and the common people, the business class, and the officialdom all used this as a topic of conversation after dinner.

......

When Wang Shoufu was having dinner this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumor.

"Eight thousand taels of silver, if I were to manage it, I could double it within a year. Brother, do you think Xu Qi'an is stupid? If he wanted to win the beauty, it would be fine.

"But he is terminally ill, so these eight thousand taels will be wasted. "

Realizing his father coming in, the second son of Wang immediately interrupted the topic and lowered his head to drink porridge.

The Wang family has strict family education and advocates not talking while eating or sleeping.

Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, drank a mouthful of porridge, looked at his second son, and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Wang Erge stammered, "No, nothing..."

Wang Shoufu waved his hand, "Just say it, um, is it related to Xu Qiyan?"

Seeing that his father was not displeased, Wang Erge said, "The courtesan Fuxiang of the Jiaofangsi is terminally ill and there is no medicine to save her. Xu Qiyan spent 8,000 taels to redeem her just to fulfill the beauty's long-cherished wish. It's really ridiculous."

After commenting, he asked carefully, "Father, what do you think? "

Wang Shoufu ignored him and finished his porridge silently.

Wang Erge was a little disappointed that he didn't get his father's affirmation.

Well, my father never talked about people behind their backs, but his thoughts must be the same as his.

Wang Shoufu finished his porridge, took the handkerchief handed by the maid to wipe his mouth, then wiped his hands, and said lightly: "If you can spend 8,000 taels to redeem a dying woman, I respect you as a hero."

Wang Erge was stunned and dumbfounded.

......

Haoqi Tower.

"I didn't realize that he is such a passionate seed."

Nangong Qianrou held the teacup and smiled, unable to tell whether it was a mockery or praise.

"Not necessarily infatuated, but amorous indeed."

Wei Yuan stood on the observation deck, his sleeves fluttering, and commented casually.

A few seconds later, he turned around suddenly, a little depressed and said: "I deducted his salary for three months before, where do you think he got so much money? "

Why are you deducting his salary for no reason......Nangong Qianrou looked at her adoptive father.

Wei Yuan sighed: "In life, all we need is peace of mind."

......

Hanlin Academy.

The scholars were sitting in the classroom. The Hanlin Academy scholars had not arrived yet. The scholars sat in their respective seats and chatted.

"Xu Yinluo is really affectionate and righteous. He actually spent 8,000 taels to redeem Fuxiang."

"Fuxiang was already terminally ill and incurable, but Xu Yinluo was still willing to pay the money just so that she could get rid of her status as a slave before she died. "

Although Xu Qi'an has resigned, the outside world is still used to calling him Xu Yinluo.

What eight thousand taels, what redemption? Listening to his colleagues whispering, Xu Cijiu was confused, thinking, what earth-shattering thing has my elder brother done again?

Why did my elder brother do something earth-shattering, but I, as a younger brother, didn't know?

Because his relationship with Wang Simu heated up very quickly and they dated whenever they could, Xu Erlang had not gone to the Jiaofangsi for a long time, so the news was delayed and he didn't know about the 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, and now I'm afraid he regrets it."

"I also heard that Xu Yinluo is trying to gain reputation. "

Some people hold different views.

Fortunately, Xu Erlang is still in a state of confusion, otherwise these scholars would be scolded and doubt their lives.

At this time, a cough sounded from outside the door, and the old-fashioned and serious Hanlin Academy scholar, holding a book, entered the classroom.

The scholars immediately fell silent.

This Hanlin Academy scholar Ma Xiuwen is known for his rigid and seriousness. He does not form parties or seek personal gain. If you say that he is a master of officialdom, he has indeed firmly established a place in the court where party struggles are fierce.

But he has not moved from the position of Hanlin Academy scholar for decades.

The officials and scholars of the Hanlin Academy have the deepest impression of him as being indifferent, calm, and at ease.

Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: Just seek peace of mind.

After a class, Hanlin Academy Scholar Ma Xiuwen looked around at everyone, with a rare friendly look, and smiled:

"Scholars don't read books, but the principles in the books. However, the truth is not only in books, but also outside of books. I heard you guys discussing Xu Yinluo spending 8,000 taels to redeem the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi. You have been discussing for a long time, but what can you come up with? "

What can be the truth?

"Loyalty and righteousness?"

"Regarding money as dirt?"

The scholars speculated.

Ma Xiuwen, the Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy, smiled and shook his head, his eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and said: "Cijiu, what do you think?"

Xu Xinnian frowned, inexplicably thinking of the time when his elder brother killed his superior with a knife. He went to visit him in prison. His elder brother once said: I am not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.

Looking back, everything he did later was just to seek peace of mind.

Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: "Just want peace of mind."

Ma Xiuwen, the Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy, glanced at everyone: "Remember this sentence, no matter how high you can reach in the future, I hope you will remember it and just want peace of mind. "

........

After finishing his duty, Xu Xinnian returned home, thinking about what he had heard during the day.

Entering the inner hall, he saw his mother sitting stupidly at the table and asked, "Mom, where is my elder brother?"

Aunt ignored him.

"I'm here..."

In the yard beside him, Xu Qian'an waved his hand.

After the younger brother came over, he whispered, "Don't mention Fuxiang at home."

Xu Xinnian looked at his elder brother, "What's wrong with mentioning Fuxiang?"

"The point is not Fuxiang, the point is eight thousand taels. Aunt is like Xianglin Sao today, mumbling eight thousand taels, eight thousand taels, all day long..."

While speaking, Xu Qian'an pinched his eyebrows and had a headache.

Who is Xiangling Sao...Xu Xinnian muttered in his heart, then he raised his chin and said lightly, "I just want to tell my elder brother."

"What? "Xu Qian'an asked.

"Life and death are determined by fate, so don't be too sad. "Xu Erlang comforted.

If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them. It sounds like you are talking nonsense......Xu Qian'an nodded and hummed.

He had buried Fuxiang's body, and brought Zhong Li back specially, and then took Chu Caiwei to find a cemetery with good feng shui outside the capital to bury him.

I happened to hear Chu Caiwei say that since returning from Jianzhou, Yang Qianhuan liked to tell stories and told everyone what he did in Jianzhou.

The junior brothers in the Sitianjian cheered loudly and praised Senior Brother Yang for being unparalleled in the world.

Yang Qianhuan was very happy.

But as Xu Qian'an's deeds of redeeming himself with 8,000 taels in the Jiaofangsi spread to the Sitianjian, Yang Qianhuan no longer liked to tell stories. These days, people in the Jiaofangsi saw a white shadow appear from time to time.

........

After dinner, Xu Qian'an knocked on the door of his younger brother's room and said, "Write me the records of the emperor's daily life that you have recorded these days. "

Xu Xinnian had just finished drinking the tranquilizing soup and was about to take a rest. He pushed and said, "Wait for me to write down more."

"No, if you write down too much, you will filter out some details that you think are not important. The last time I read Yuan Jing's daily record, I noticed this problem of yours." Xu Qi'an said unhappily.

"What's the problem with this?" Xu Erlang didn't think he was wrong.

"Whether it's important or not is up to me, not you." Xu Qi'an walked to the table, spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:

"Come here quickly, and I will grind the ink for you myself. "

Xu Xinnian had no choice but to sit down at the desk and write. He had read a lot of the emperor's daily records in the past few days and memorized them all.

If he wrote it a few days later, he would indeed delete some conversations that he thought were meaningless, otherwise the workload would be too heavy.

But if he wrote it now, he could restore the content he had written down exactly.

Half an hour later, Xu Erlang put down the brush, shook his hands lightly, and pushed a dozen sheets of rice paper to his eldest brother: "Okay. "