Chapter 54: Interception

Xu Erlang was silent, Xu Pingzhi gazed at the middle-aged man and shook his head, “A casual line of limerick is just a poem, I heard that gentleman say that he was rusty in his calligraphy and couldn’t write good characters before I bothered this gentleman to help write on his behalf.”

Uncle Xu is an old man, posing as if he were a bystander, clearing the air with his nephew and son.

The crowd immediately looked at Xu New Year, and Xu Erlang let out a heckle, a high and cold stance that no one could approach, not bothering to answer them.

With such an attitude, he caused the middle-aged man who had asked the question to have a moment of irritation and embarrassment, and whisked his sleeve back to his original position.

Xu Pingzhi, who originally wanted to stay here, secretly gave his son a look, and the two of them left the Shadow Plum Pavilion one after the other.

“It’s not good to remain inside, it wouldn’t be good for people to see that the three of us are related.” Xu Pingzhi taught his son.

“I understand.” Xu New Year nodded and finished, shivering in the cold wind.

The house was warmed by a charcoal fire, and at first glance, the temperature difference was so great that you couldn’t help but shiver.

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his son and said, ”Originally, if you stayed at the Shadow Plum Pavilion, those maidservants… just one or two silver pieces would be enough.

“Now you can only go to the other courtyard to find other women …. Instead, if it’s not a maidservant, the low price is five taels of silver, and that includes the money for playing tea rounds here.”

Speaking here, Xu Pingzhi paused, seeing that his son did not have the habitual venomous rhetorical question about why he knew so well.

Strange and relieved at the same time.

Uncle Xu felt out an ingot of official silver, the standard silver, five taels an ingot, from his bosom.

“Jiro, take the silver.”

The Xu family had lost everything because of the tax and silver case, and even after a month, Xu Pingzhi had gotten a good amount of silver through gray channels, but overall he was still in a tight spot.

Uncle Xu didn’t think his son could still come up with five taels of silver.

Xu New Year moved slightly and whispered, “Father, what about you?”

Uncle Xu Er smiled carelessly, “When father was in the Refined Essence realm, he didn’t fear the cold and heat, even if he slept by the side of the road for a night, it wouldn’t be a problem. Your body bones can’t withstand the cold winds of the night.”

Xu New Year’s hands were gathered in his sleeves, slightly bowing his spine, bearing the craggy night wind, staring at the five taels of silver in some trance, and a long time later, his voice was a little hoarse:

“I don’t want it.”

Uncle Xu must ask his son to take it.

Between pulling and pulling, there was a snap, and an ingot of official silver fell out of Xu New Year’s arms, no more, no less, exactly five taels.

….. The father and son looked at the silver on the floor and fell into silence.

On the other side, the maid pushed open the door to the master bedroom, signaling Xu Qi’an to enter while she had no intention of going in herself.

“Please come in, Mr. Yang!”

The moment the barrier door opens, a warm scent comes to the surface, and the floor is covered with a layer of expensive silk woven lichen, which is just as expensive and extremely labor-intensive.

The lichen is embroidered with a green lotus flower and a cluster of auspicious clouds.

The woman walks on it, step by step. A big official walks on it, flat on his back.

Mindfulness.

A three-stacked screen copied from the famous painting “Raining Bananas” separates the sleeping place from the brocade hall, and a graceful and exquisite woman sits on her knees on a small couch in front of the screen, with a phoenix-tailed zither placed on the small collapse.

She was wearing a light gauze dress, her gelatinous jade-like skin was hidden, and she was looking at the door with a smile.

Their eyes met, and she bowed her head slightly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The most is the tenderness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that does not overcome the cool wind …. Xu Qi’an’s mind floated to this poem.

She is as elegant as a lady when she is making wine orders, and as charming and seductive when she is at the edge of the room.

This is the kind of charm power that only a woman from the Church Office can cultivate.

Xu Qi’an had two heads, one large.

“Gongzi?” Hua Kui smiled dementedly, “Why are you looking at your slave like this.”

Xu Qi’an sighed tersely, “I had heard that Miss Floating Fragrance was gifted with great talent and was a rare beauty in the world, I didn’t believe it before, but now I do. Even if it is said that Miss Floating Fragrance is the number one beauty in the world, I still believe it.”

“Mr. Yang don’t make fun of slave.” Floating Fragrance pursed her lips and shyly lowered her head, her brows smiling, obviously happy.

……

In the tea room next door, Mr. Zhao drank the entire pot of tea, his bladder protesting twice, and on the third time, he finally relented.

Is he here for tea?

With a belly full of complaints, Mr. Zhao left the tea room and walked in the direction of the master bedroom, only to be stopped by the maid at the door.

“I’ve been waiting in the tea room for a long time, why hasn’t Miss Floating Fragrance seen me.” Mr. Zhao questioned the maid.

“Don’t be offended, Mr. Zhao, the lady has already chosen someone else.” The maid replied.

“!!!” Duke Zhao felt like he was bombarded with several thunderbolts on his brain one after another, and following that, he surged with anger and exclaimed:

“Miss Floating Fragrance clearly chose me, why did you suddenly change your mind and amuse people? If you don’t give me a statement, don’t blame this male for being impolite.”

His ferocious tone and hideous utterances made the maid a little afraid and subconsciously wanted to call out to the escorts in the courtyard.

“Ping’er, since Mr. Zhao is unconvinced, you should take the poem out and show him.”

The feminine voice of the flower girl came from the house.

The maid cautiously glanced at Zhao Gongzi, pulled the barricaded door open to a gap that only allowed one person to pass through, and flashed in.

She flashed back out a few seconds later and handed the rice paper to Mr. Zhao.

The latter took it, swept a glance, the angry expression was immediately frozen on the face, and then slowly melted away, replaced by shock, shock, disbelief ….

He stayed in place for a long time, his fingers loosened, and the rice paper floated down.

……

The guests outside were shocked to find that Mr. Zhao had come out.

Finished?

The expression on Zhao Gongzi’s face made them realize that something was wrong, this was being kicked out ah.

“Brother Zhao, what’s wrong with you?” A young man of the same age, dressed as a scholar, immediately stepped forward, seemingly concerned but actually gossiping.

Earlier, the maid shouted away the one surnamed Yang, and it wasn’t long before Mr. Zhao came out in a state of disorientation.

Obviously, this is being cut off halfway and plucked from the rich peony flower.

Zhao Gongzi, who wore a green robe, slowly swept a glance at the crowd and muttered, “I’ve lost, and I’ve lost convincingly.”

“What the hell is going on, Lose? Where to start.”

“Brother Zhao, that person wrote a poem right, what kind of poem could make Miss Floating Fragrance break the rules?”

“Come on, you’re in a hurry.”

The guests came together.

Zhao Gongzi ignored, while walking out, while murmuring read: “All the fragrance shaking down the only pleasant Yan ….”

The crowd’s hearts were lifted, knowing that he was reciting the poem of the party.

“….. Occupying all the flavors toward the little garden.”

At this time, Mr. Zhao had already walked to the courtyard, and the guests couldn’t help but follow behind and listen.

“Sparse shadows across the shallow water, dark fragrance floating moon dusk …..”

The guests didn’t follow, staying where they were, and the air briefly fell into silence.

No one said anything for a long time.

I don’t know how long, a scholar with tears in his eyes, his mouth trembling: “This poem is out, ashamed of a thousand ancient plum singers …. Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll leave first, I’m going to go elsewhere to beat the tea rounds and spread the poem.”

“I’ll retire as well, how can I be left out of making a name for myself in the poetry world of Dafeng.”

The guests dispersed in a flurry of activity, impatient to attend the tea huddle at the alibi, and then threw out this poem with a bang.