Chapter 816 I am her guest of the curtain (two in one)

The team moved forward at a constant speed, and Xu Qi'an came to the lobby from outside the door, and met the Kong Wu Guislao who was paying the venue fee. He followed the last time Different. This time I was very confident with a huge sum of money. However, after a long time of exploring, I found that the silver note was gone. Guinu thought he was coming to make trouble on purpose, so he almost rewarded him with an old punch.

Chu Pingsheng didn't care about him, and threw a silver ingot in the guinea pig's surprised gaze, and walked towards the stage where there was a musician playing the piano and a cool-dressed girl performing dance. "Master, Master Consecration Master..." Xu Qi'an originally wanted to borrow ten taels of silver to enter the market, but when he saw the beautiful woman, he had no choice but to hold a order, and looked back at him. No interest.

Xu Qi'an was embarrassed and embarrassed. His voice woke up the talented man in the capital who was enjoying the dance in front of the stage. He looked back and watched, either surprised, looked contemptuous, or whispered in a low voice, pointing at Chu Pingsheng and laughing constantly.

"A monk also came to visit the kiln, it's really a ghost."

"Isn't that..."

"The bald heads in the heavenly realm have made all evil deeds every day. Are you talking about the leader? Bah, Buddhist scum."

"This guy has such a thick-skinned face."

"The lewd monk is clearly a lewd monk."

The male guests present and scholars account for the majority. At most, there were a few foreign merchants who only wanted to see the stunning courtesans. If you want to say that monks are visiting the kilns, the shadow plum pavilion is open. It's rare since the Pavilion.

Not only the male guest downstairs laughed at him, but several girls leaning on the railing on the second floor were also covering their mouths and making fun of him, calling him a handsome monk, and also joking and shoving to find a suitable candidate to defeat him. He also gave him a big red envelope with his male chastity. "Master, look at your popularity, you are even higher than the dancer on the stage." A sarcastic voice came.

Chu Pingsheng looked back and found that Xu Qi'an had come in. He seemed to be angry about not lending him money just now, and his face was so dark that it turned blue.

"Have you found your money?"

"That's natural."

Xu Qi'an was a little proud and pushed the bone of the folding fan, and opened the fan with the article "Saint of Confucianism" and posted it. His mind shook, looking like a talented man.

Speaking of this, if the monk had not lent him the silver, he would have no way of discovering that the jade mirror had storage function. The six hundred taels of silver he had earned just now was swallowed by it and sat at the door. After a long time, I finally got the trick and got the silver notes out. The Turtle Man who collected the money immediately changed his face and welcomed him into the lobby with his parents.

The owner of the game stall said that the jade mirror was a treasure, but he really didn't lie to him.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at him indifferently, and went back to listen to the man who was catching a wine glass while pretending to be slow, while talking to the young actor who was visiting for the first time.

The girls upstairs naturally have nothing to introduce. As long as you don’t have relatives, you can accompany you with money. The fragrance of the courtesan is different. You can’t be an old man even if you have money. You have both talent and appearance. Only if she can impress her with her poems and music can she be qualified to be a guest of the curtain. The male guest in this hall is basically the state of being able to choose from.

Chu Pingsheng's attention is on the left, and Xu Qi'an's attention is on the right, because he is not the only one of the Xu family. His cousin Xu Xinnian threatened yesterday that how could those who read sages be free and enter the fireworks and willow alleys. The genius is here too. Brothers look at me, I look at you for a long time. Xu Qi'an made a few words from his cousin. Xu Xinnian pointed at Chu Pingsheng and said that even a monk can come to teach the Fangsi, why can't he do it? .

He turned his head and his eyes met. Xu Xinnian was a little dazed. After three breaths, he stamped his feet and fingers.

"Is it...it's you!?"

Xu Jiaerlang almost bit his tongue.

He was deeply impressed by this rude monk who was going to the house to hold a order. He had a dream of beating a monk when he went to bed last night. In the dream, he beat the lustful monk who coveted his girl and his face was swollen. It’s not that I feel that it’s insulting my kindness, but that I’m just trying to break my roots.

"You...this..."

Chu Pingsheng smiled and said, "Amitabha, we're meeting again."

"Who...who wants to see you. ”

Xu Xinnian looked at that face and thought of her sister Xu Lingyue's dream of elopement with the monk, she would not fight together.

Chu Pingsheng was not anxious or annoyed, and his face was kind: "Don't want to see him? Mr. Xu may be disappointed. After today, I will see you tomorrow, not tomorrow, but every day."

Xu Xinnian was about to criticize him, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly shuddered and turned his head to look at his cousin who had been like a different person since the tax bank case.

Xu Qi'an's eyes flashed, and he was touching his nose with a hint of embarrassment.

He looked at the monk who smiled again, who seemed compassionate, but gave him a feeling of hiding a knife in his smile.

"You..."

These two bastards must have an ulterior motive.

Xu Xinnian was about to pull his cousin aside and asked him if he had sold himself. A familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Brother Deng has come early."

"Haha, long time no see Brother Congkai."

"I left a long door a few days ago. Now, as soon as I come back, I will come over to meet you guys."

After hearing this warm narration, I knew that the person coming was Yingmei Pavilion. Regular.

Xu Qi'an and Xu Xinnian looked back together, their eyes facing each other, as if a bleak wind blew across the lobby.

No wonder the voice is very familiar. The middle-aged man who has changed into a scholarly outfit is Xu Qi'an's second uncle, Xu Xinnian's biological father Xu Pingzhi.

Of course, in the impression of Brother Deng, Congkai and others, he did not have the surname Xu, but was Li, a regular visitor to the Jiaofangsi.

"What a coincidence."

"It's true."

The uncle, nephew, and father and son looked at each other with embarrassment.

Conkai, who had a big pie face, looked at the two people behind him, and then looked at Brother Li, who usually drinks and talks about breasts: "Brother Li, do you know each other?"

"Ah, yes, I know... I've seen it in the academy before." Xu Pingzhi followed Xu Qi'an's mouth and said, "Yang..."

"Ling."

"Yes, right? Yes, Brother Yang Ling, look at my memory."

After saying that, he looked at his own son again.

"Xu..."

Xu Qi'an reminded him again: "Peace."

"Ha, yes, Xu Ping'an, the new young man."

Conkai and Deng De saw that the three of them met, so they could only be more familiar with each other. Don't pay attention to them anymore.

At this time, Xu Pingzhi's eyes missed his son, and met Chu Pingsheng's face, and immediately regained the momentum of the centurion of the sword guard, and consciously seized a good opportunity to cover up the embarrassment: "Go and go, there is What's your business? A monk is also embarrassed by others' visiting the kiln? "

Xu Xinnian was about to pull his father and cousin aside and talk about the monk's orders at the Xu family, but the dancer on the stage stopped. Several turtle men came forward to invite her, saying that the girl Fuxiang had finished washing and bathing, and would soon appear, and invited everyone to sit in Santai.

...

After a cup of tea.

On the scattered stage in front of the left side of the stage, Xu Xinnian, Xu Pingzhi, Xu Qi'an and Chu Pingsheng sat opposite each other.

Xu Qi'an: The second uncle kept saying that he was devoted to his aunt, but he didn't expect that he was a regular visitor to the Jiaofangsi. Haha, so disgusting!

Xu Xinnian: It is said that the elder brother is serious and never goes around the brothel. When I see you today, I can handle such scenes with ease and no tension at all. As expected, I know people and face but not the heart. Bah, a beast!

Xu Pingzhi: It’s already too much to go shopping in the trash. Is it still thinking about placing an order from my house? Isn’t that ruining my reputation as the Xu family? Shameless scum!

Chu Pingsheng: "..."

The four people stared at each other with big eyes.

After more than ten breaths, Xu Pingzhi put his head to Xu Qi'an: "No, I think this monk is not a good way to go."

Xu Qi'an looked at Chu Pingsheng and then looked at him again. Look at Xu Pingzhi, I thought to myself that my good second uncle, where did you come from the face of the monk? The four men sitting at this table belong to you, aren’t you right?

Xu Qi'an stretched out two fingers.

"What does it mean?"

"Two taels of silver a month."

"No, even if I agree, your aunt will not agree. We are serious people. What's wrong with getting a monk back? "

Xu Qi'an gritted his teeth and added another number.

"Sanliang? Sanliang is not good either. Your second uncle, I am not a person who is jealous of money." Xu Qi'an added another finger and gritted his teeth and said, "Second uncle, you don't want your aunt to know that it will happen tonight." Is that true?"

Xu Pingzhi coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, and smiled all over his face and picked up the tea on the table: "I'll just say, a monk like a master with a precious face and a true Buddha nature. How could a great master be like a wine bag?”

After saying that, he glanced at the student at the Imperial College next to him with contempt.

The Imperial College and Yunlu Academy, two major Confucian institutions of the Dafeng Dynasty, always argue for who is orthodox and do not like each other. His son Xu Xinnian is a student of Yunlu Academy, and he wears it again My son's clothes are definitely students of the academy in this Jiaofangs, so they will definitely be derogatory to the Imperial College students.

"I'm using tea instead of wine here, so I'll pay tribute."

Sher.

Xu Pingzhi looked flattering and drank all the things in the cup. It was obviously tea, but he insisted on making a sip.

Chu Pingsheng nodded at him.

"I haven't asked for the title of Master yet."

"Consecration."

"Consecration?"

"Consecration..."Master, okay, this name is good, very good."

Chu Pingsheng had a kind face and was kind: "It's true that the kidneys are good."

Xu Xinnian was full of grief and anger. Forget it, Xu Qi'an Eve. What is certain is that before that, monk Qiangguang and his cousin must have had an ulterior motive. As a result, his father just met the monk and turned his elbow out and sold his family?

He looked at his proud cousin, then at his shameless daddy, and slapped the table in anger. "You are not afraid that I will tell you what happened here..."

Because the people who were standing there looked over, he hurriedly swallowed the word "mother" back.

"Tell...Tell Li Ru?"

In the eyes of those people, Xu Pingzhi was "Brother Li". He took Li Ru as his sister or sister for granted, so he didn't care. He continued to drink tea and chat and discussed what the new girl in Jiaofangsi had special skills. Her name was What.

Xu Pingzhi glared at him and said in a low voice: "If you dare tell her about the matter here, I will dare to tell you about your visit to Yunlu Academy." When Xu Xinnian heard this, he was inexplicably sad and angry. It's hard to say when pointing at the vicious father for a long time.

If you want to talk about the thinnest person in the Xu family, Xu Xinnian must be. If the people from Yunlu Academy know this, I will spread it like this with your mouth and my mouth. , he had the heart to die.

Chu Pingsheng did not forget to lead another army again and said seriously: "Master Li, you can't do this. If Mr. Xu has a girl with a good friend and breaks it up with him after knowing this, wouldn't it be a future love? Double frustration? Inappropriate, really inappropriate."

"The master is right, right." Xu Pingzhi opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of yellow teeth.

Xu Qi'an gave a thumbs up: "Master Kaiguang is indeed compassionate and has far-reaching thoughts."

"You...you..."

Xu Xinnian was shamelessly kissed. My father and cousin were so angry that they couldn't even say anything.

"Shhh, stop talking."

Cong Kai, who was sitting not far away, winked at the several people and pointed at the stage. Chu Pingsheng looked sideways and saw a man wearing a red tulle skirt with half-naked shoulders, slender jade neck, and a touch of pink and white on his chest, with a faint gully. The beautiful girl fell from the sky, walked forward on an umbrella, and fell lightly in the center of the stage, slowly splitting her sleeves, half-covering her smile in front of the hall, her talking eyes were as clear as autumn water, and she was vaguely painted.

The three men of the Xu family were fascinated by it.

Chu Pingsheng looked like a pine wind and the bright moon shining on the river. He was mainly because he was the paradise of the paradise, and the women around him were so beautiful, and the threshold was high. Although Fuxiang was the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi, he let him go His eyes lit up, and it was difficult to surprise him.

No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!

"Okay."

Along with the gentle dance of the courtesan, there was a cheer next to him. The lobby was filled with innocent atmosphere. These men who were young until death were teenagers. This moment is so harmonious.

Xu Pingzhi raised his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning at the ears. Xu Qi'an was so despised that he could not hold back his face, so he could only sit upright and restrain himself.

The fragrance danced on the stage and left gracefully, leaving behind a ball of flying petals.

This made Xu Xinnian, who saw Master Jianguang perform, asked himself if he had made a wrong definition. The facts proved that he was not a flower monk, shouted magically, frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Can this Fuxiang girl knows magic?"

Chu Pingsheng sneered, "This is not a spell, this is a magic."

"Yes, magic..."

Xu Pingzhi laughed, "The charming fairy, of course it will The magic trick was gone. "

When Xu Qi'an saw that his second uncle was so proud, he picked up an orange and threw it over, which made the old pervert shudder.

While everyone was talking, Fu Xiang had already returned to the room and came out the first couplet, and told the maid to take it downstairs to give it to the talented men in the lobby. If anyone can match the second couplet, he can be the guest of the curtain and go upstairs to talk.

Previous couplet: Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, leaves, green leaves.

The people around the scattered terraces bowed their heads and knocked on their foreheads with folding fans, and asked the turtle slave to grind ink.

Xu Pingzhi, a martial artist, naturally could not express the second couplet, and could only urge Xu Qi'an and Xu Xinnian to discuss the second couplet. This is not a question of whether to compete or not. Fuxiang's information is related to how to deal with the threat from the Zhou father and son. If someone else takes the lead, wouldn’t it be a waste of time tonight? You should know that the price of the Shadow Mei Xiaoge Santai is quite expensive, it costs ten taels of silver. If Li Ru knew that he had given the living expenses she left for the three of them to visit the kiln... He clearly remembered that when he killed the chicken during the Chinese New Year last year, Li Ru's knife was not shaking at all.

Xu Qi'an shook his head and said that writing poetry is OK, but his pair is not his strength.

The uncle and nephew could only look at Xu Xinnian. The top student from Yunlu Academy was grinding ink while being humble, saying that he had to think about it more.

At this time, Xu Pingzhi noticed something ridiculous. The monk actually asked Mr. Gui to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for him, as if he wanted to participate in this class that was determined by the Fuxiang Girl.

"I said, Master, there is no need for this?"

Since Chu Pingsheng wanted it, according to the rules of the Jiaofangsi, Mr. Gui must not refuse to give it to him, but the words of persuasion can be said. of.

"No matter how wonderful the lower couplet you are, Miss Fuxiang will not invite you up. You are a native of the Heavenly Realm, come to our Grand Fengjiaofangs to see the dance and have a long experience OK, why bother to make yourself bored?”

Chu Pingsheng looked puzzled: "Why?"

"You think, Miss Fuxiang is the courtesan of the Grand Priest and the Grand Priest, and she is both talented in poetry and piano. She usually comes into contact with talented men from the Imperial College and Yunlu Academy. Otherwise, it would be the children of officials and nobles of the current dynasty. If a monk was allowed to talk to the night of the night, it would be spread tomorrow, would the girl's reputation still be? "

"What if I insist on being this guest of the night of the day, what if I insist on being the guest of the day of the day, what if I insist on being the guest of the day, what if I ? "

"Then you are destined to be disappointed."

The guitar sneered repeatedly. The monk was walking in the kilns, but it was very rare. The entire Jiaofangsi had a brothel for two or three years It is not necessarily true that one has encountered a toad like him who wants to be favored by the courtesans and invites him to the scenes for a century.

"Is that true?" Chu Pingsheng smiled unanimously.

Xu Qi'an raised his eyebrows: "Master Kaiguang, do you have a curse?"

"I have it."

"Since Miss Fuxiang will never choose you, Why don't you give this couplet to us."

"Why?"

"If you have to choose," Xu Qi'an put away his folding fan and stretched out his five fingers: "Five taels of silver."

Chu Pingsheng sneered and said, "With my good deeds, I will help you with your right couple? It's not impossible... …I have to add more money.”

Xu Qi'an gave him a blank look: "How much to add?"

"Five hundred and nine."

Xu Qi'an said with a hatred: "You are real Can settle accounts."

Just now, he made 600 taels of silver and paid ten taels of scattered Taiwan fees for entering Yingmei Pavilion. Now he is not much more or less, and there are exactly five hundred and ninety taels left. The monk is clearly quarreling.

Xu Pingzhi touched his waist and found that he was not wearing a knife, otherwise he would have killed the bald donkey with a lion's mouth. What a master of Consecration is obviously a monk who has added money.

Xu Xinnian endured his disgust and said, "Why do you want so much money for as long as you are a monk?"

Chu Pingsheng said, "The scriptures cannot be passed on lightly, nor can they be taken in vain. The monks back then were all the time. The holy monk went down the mountain and read the scriptures to him at the home of Han, the elder of Dazhou, to ensure that the living in his family were safe and the deceased were transcendent, and only asked him to return three dou and three liters of rice and grains of gold. The Buddha also said that they were too cheap. Teach descendants and grandchildren that have no money to use them. "

Can you say he is not serious? Can you say he ignored it?

People with strong magical powers do not need to worry about yellow and white things, but those little novice monks who have just entered the monks and have a shallow cultivation level, eat, drink, defecate, and live without money?

Xu Xinnian was speechless by him and hesitated, not knowing how to go back.

Xu Qi'an frowned. He always felt that the words of the monk Consecrated were very familiar, and he had heard them when he was a child.

"Hehe, Yunlu Academy, that's it."

While the four of them bargained, Fu Xiang had already selected a young man named Zhao from the note presented by the maid. It was the one with the most powerful momentum among the three people who heard Xu Pingzhi mocking the Imperial College student at the neighboring table.

Xu Xinnian was speechless by the monk, and was ridiculed and despised by the Imperial College student named Zhao. His face turned blue and changed, and he became depressed.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at Xu Qi'an who was thinking and said lightly, "He can't get in."

"Monk, what did you say? Can't get in? Can't get in? Can't get in you Can you go in? It's ridiculous."

The two talented men, who were on the same table as the Imperial College Students in the surname Zhao, showed sarcasm. They heard what Mr. Gui said to the monk just now and deeply agreed with the content.

If there is a talented man in the hall who only relies on his or her qualities and does not rely on his or her literary talent to become the guest of Fuxiang's entry, this is possible, but if a monk from Tianyu enters, even if Fuxiang is willing, Is the manager of Yingmei Xiao Pavilion willing? Fuxiang is the money tree of Yingmei Pavilion. Once the reputation is defeated, it affects the benefits of Yingmei Pavilion and even the Jiaofangsi. This is no longer a matter of literary talent. It is related to the rules and interests of the court. After all, Jiaofang The Ministry of Rites is the industry of the Ministry of Rites.

Chu Pingsheng said, "Do you dare to make a bet?"

The two of them said in unison, "What are you betting?"

The people on the nearby scattered platforms saw the excitement, and they all stretched out. Long neck, prick up your ears to listen to them.

"If she calls me as a guest of the curtain, you will learn to bark at the Jiaofangsi Archive as a student of the Imperial College."

A man said in a silence: "If you can't do this Where is the guest who entered the curtain? ”

"Six hundred taels of silver are given."

Even if all those present today have money, they will be moved.

"Are you a monk, can you have 600 taels of silver?"

"I can testify that he does have 600 taels of silver."

Xu Qi'an stuffed a note with a note. To the maid, quickly testify for Chu Pingsheng.

This seemed to be helping the monk. In fact, the weasel greeted the chicken with the New Year and had no good intentions. He wanted the monk to compete with the Imperial College student and lost completely.

Who told the bald donkey to hit his head?

In this matter, Xu Qi'an also agreed with what Mr. Gui said, and he was very confident in the poem on the note he handed to the maid. Even if he did not call the monk to be a guest of the curtain, he would destroy his reputation. Fuxiang will never be judged as a monk to win. "I've had a bet."

The two Imperial College Supervisors over there looked at each other and responded. If the monk bet with them that Mr. Zhao could not enter Fuxiang's room, how many would they really have? I was very nervous, but if the monk couldn't get in, then it was basically a gamble of free money.

In their opinion, all the male guests in the lobby have the possibility of going upstairs, but this arrogant monk is absolutely impossible.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao, who followed the maid upstairs, returned with a very depressed expression.

He didn't say anything when someone asked him what an accident happened.

Two maids walked to the front of the Xu family's men's dispersal platform: "Who is Mr. Yang?"

Xu Qi'an raised his hand to signal.

"Miss Fuxiang asked Mr. Yang to go upstairs and talk."

Now everyone knows why Mr. Zhao looked depressed. It turned out that the cooked duck had flew.

Xu Qi'an was very proud. He put on his folding fan and clasped his fists to everyone, and blinked at Chu Pingsheng.

Sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.

This is a poem he wrote on the note.

Since Fuxiang is known as the best of both piano and poetry, you will definitely be touched by this poem. First, this poem has a very good artistic conception, and second, the latter sentence is exactly the same as her flower name "Fuxiang". Since she is a talented woman, she must be Sensuality, since it is emotional, it is impossible not to be fascinated by this poem.

As a real estate salesperson, he still has this ability to invest in his own good.

As such famous quotes that have been passed down through the ages, no matter how neat or beautiful the second couplet is, it is impossible for the Bald Donkey to win the works of a talented man in the academy.

In this way, the opportunity to go upstairs was not only obtained, but also allowed this bad monk to lose all the money he had blackmailed, and he killed two birds with one stone.

Xu Xinnian stretched out her eyebrows, gave her a thumbs up to her cousin, and looked at Chu Pingsheng with a provocative look on her face.

Unlike the Imperial College Master Zhao, who was gritting his teeth with hatred, the other two prison students watched Xu Qi'an enter Fuxiang's room, walked to Chu Pingsheng, and said in the tone of the winner: "Monk, get the money."

(This chapter ends)