Chapter 817: The one who robs you is your girl
"Don't be impatient." Chu Pingsheng picked up his pen and wrote two lines of words on the paper, and handed them to the maid with a double bun: " Go, show it to your girls, and tell her that you will regret not reading the poem on this note."
The maid glanced at the last bit of incense burning in the copper stove behind the stage.
Chu Pingsheng's face became colder: "Do you want to break the rules of Yingmei Xiaoge?"
The maid shuddered. She couldn't afford this kind of responsibility for her servant. , quickly took the note, lifted up the hem of the skirt and went upstairs.
At this time, Xu Qi'an walked into the room and sat down beside the round table with four plates of fruits and pastries. Fu Xiang picked up the dark green wine pot to pour wine for him. Then he heard footsteps approaching. The maid walked into the room and put a piece of paper. He handed it to him and said a few words.
The courtesan who was beautiful and beautiful in the Jiaofangsi frowned and was quite unhappy, but she still opened the note and glanced at the poem above.
This sweep didn't matter, and my whole temperament changed. I felt panic. I stood up in an instant and pressed the note tightly with my hands.
Xu Qi'an was puzzled. What was written on it that made the reaction of the scholar-in-law's courtesan reaction so intense.
"Young Master Yang, I'm very sorry, something happened today."
Fuxiang slowed down, smiled on her face, and apologized awkwardly: "It's better to stay tomorrow night. You come to Yingmei Pavilion again tomorrow night, Fuxiang is waiting for it. Xiao Cui, go and get one hundred taels of silver to Mr. Yang to express your apology. ”
Is this... going to drive people away?
Xu Qi'an was very depressed, and even more surprised by the poem written on the note. Why did his "sparse shadows slant across the water and clear water, and the faint fragrance floated at dusk" lose. "There is no need for money. Can Miss Fuxiang tell me what was written on the note just now, so that I can convince myself."
Fuxiang shook her head and said nothing.
Now that things have come to this point, it’s just a waste of time to get involved. Xu Qi'an stood up and said goodbye: "Since that's the case, I'll come back tomorrow night."
"Young Master Yang walked slowly."
Fuxiang's face brought her face Smile to the door and give a light gift.
Xu Qi'an nodded, pretended to leave with a folding fan, and his heart was bleeding. It wasn't because his butt was kicked out by the beauty before it was warmed up, but because he felt sorry for the 100 taels of silver for the sake of the flower leader I liked it, and I refused my monthly salary for four or five years.
But what can I do? He knew very well that inquiring about Zhou Li’s information was the main thing, and in comparison, one hundred taels of silver was not that important.
"Ha, look, he has come down too. At this time, I haven't even had a tea." "Brother Yang, this Fuxiang girl...what happened tonight?" "I think it's this guy's silver-like gun tip, it's not useful."
"..."
The sound of cheers came from the lobby, saying something All.
Xu Qi'an shook the folding fan wildly, his face full of dissatisfaction. He never expected that the scene that happened to Zhao Caizi, the Imperial College Supervisor, would repeat itself on him. He did not dare to stand on the stairs for a long time and walked quickly to the dispersed platform of the Xu family father and son.
Zhao Caizi, who was squeezed out by him at the next table, sipped the tea and snorted coldly: "You have today too?"
At this moment, the Xu family father and son had no intention of paying attention to him.
Xu Pingzhi thought it was a pity that the small crispy meat that reached his mouth flew with wings.
Xu Xinnian became much more serious and looked at her cousin: "How are you asking about it?"
Xu Qian sighed, "I just sat down. Before I could speak, she took the note and invited me out."
Xu Pingzhi and his son looked at each other, looking ahead and were staring at the two prisoners. The monk living, at the same time, Fuxiang's maid walked down the stairs and went straight to him: "Master Consciousness, Miss Fuxiang asks you to go upstairs and talk."
As soon as this said, The audience was quiet, and even the musician playing music behind the stage stopped and watched in shock.
Some people saw Xu Qi'an being swept out by the courtesan, and guessed whether it was caused by the monk's note, but guessed that it was one thing. They witnessed the courtesan of the Jiaofang without caring about his reputation and invited a monk to be the guest of the curtain. Another thing.
Two prison students asked Xiao Cui urgently: "Did Miss Fuxiang make a mistake?"
"No mistake, Master Kaiguang is the first class selected by Miss Fuxiang."
"I don't believe it."
The two of them were dissatisfied and asked her to take out the monk's note and let her go. Everyone, please give a review to see if the monk cheats and whether he has real talent and knowledge.
Xiao Cui said, "You two are afraid that you have forgotten the rules of the lesson."
The text is like cooking fresh, with hundreds of people and all kinds of flavors. Since you are the guests who are selected by the courtesan, it must naturally be in line with her taste. Logically speaking, even if the monk copied two lines of scriptures, as long as Fuxiang looked at him and pointed him as the top of the list, no one else could say anything.
The two supervisors looked at the two guards standing not far away, and then thought about the background of the Jiaofangsi, and were timid.
When Xiao Cui saw that the two of them dared not say much, she pointed her hand at the second floor: "Master Kaiguang, please come here."
"Let her wait, what's going on here? It's not over yet."
Chu Pingsheng grabbed the two students who wanted to escape: "The students of the Imperial College are not so vacancies, right?"
The two turned around and smiled flatteringly, smiling. It's ugly.
But the others were in an uproar with the attitude of the monk. This guy was really crazy and even asked Fu Xiang to wait for him. There were also several nods and praises with different brain circuits. They thought that the master was the master, and the beauty was calm at present. He was really a monk. also.
So two supervisors left Yingmei Pavilion surrounded by a group of people, came to the archway of the Jiaofangsi, and blushed and learned to bark.
A soft barking: "Wo, wool..."
A soft barking: "Wo, wool, wool."
Isn't it embarrassing? Very embarrassing.
But they had to do this, because just like Xu Qi'an and Xu Pingzhi, two fake Yunlu Academy students, their Imperial College students were fake, in order to put gold on their faces, so that they could be favored by Fuxiang. If you lose the bet, if you don't act according to your words, once the monk makes a big deal, he will invite the official constable to investigate carefully and find out that their identities are fake. Not only will they be embarrassed to tell their family members to mention the people, but they may even be questioned by the Imperial College. Those who impersonate a living shall be punished with fines at the least, and those who are imprisoned for serving sentences at the worst.
The Imperial College Supervisors who just tried to be the floating incense and enter the mud looked embarrassed, especially the young master named Zhao who was summoned to the second floor and turned away, and he had the intention of killing people.
He doesn't know whether someone else has a pseudonym or not, whether his identity is fake. He is a fake one. He is so real that he can't be a real student of the Imperial College. The "Imperial College Classmate" who drank with him was so humiliated. Can you feel comfortable in your heart?
Xu Xinnian saw the people in the Imperial College being defeated, and her mouth was almost raised to the sky: "Okay, okay, great."
Xu Pingzhi glared at him: "What's the best thing to do?" , When a monk does not hit the bell, he will learn from other people's bells. Where is it better? This is called not following rules, without morality, and not being a son of man! ”
"Snatch the clock? What is it?" Xu Xinnian said he didn't understand. Why was Daddy so excited? Is it hateful to steal the clock? "The bell that grabs the bell, is a musical instrument that makes people feel pleasant and can be enlightened when you hear it. When you hit it, it will sound. Do you understand?" Xu Pingzhi used his hands and mouths, After explaining randomly, I found that the more I explained, the darker the Xu family's face became.
You can't tell Xu Xinnian that except for those famous prostitutes who do not sell their own works, most of the brothel women hang a small clock behind the rooms. If the guests take too long or forget the time, the turtle man will do it. Shake the pendulum, hit the inner wall a few times, and make a sound to urge guests to leave. Those behaviors that do not follow the rules, go to relationships or go to the line to get extra money are called robbing the clock. "Anyway, what I mean is that your elder brother went up and said before he asked, so he would give him a good thing...ah, the matter is mixed up, are you still here to applaud him?"
< br>"What should I do now?"
"Ningyan."
Xu Qi'an is a big name, and Ningyan is the name. In Xu's mansion, Li Ru and Xu Pingzhi either call Xu Qi'an "Dalang" or "Ningyan", just as Xu Xinnian's word is It is the same for people to say "Erlang" or "Don't Say For the Old" to say "Yelang" or "Don't Say For the Old".
"Don't the monk want to help you resolve the blood disaster? I don't think so. If you let the monk see Fuxiang, please ask about Zhou Li's information."
Xu Qi'an thought After thinking about it, I felt that the second uncle's words were quite reasonable. Why wait until tomorrow for what I could accomplish today? I went up while Master Jianguang was walking back and explained his purpose.
After half a cup of tea, everyone returned to the small pavilion of the film building, and the monk Kaiguang went upstairs to consecrate the courtesan. Xu Qi'an walked to the two with a gloomy face.
"How is it?"
"He wants six hundred taels."
"What? six hundred taels?" Xu Pingzhi said, "I have long said that this monk is not a good person, Ning Yan, Listen to the second uncle, he would make less friends like this in the future."
Xu Xinnian looked resentful. Just now, he called "master" happy on the scattering platform.
"Then what should we do now?"
Xu Qi'an kept silent, remembering the meaningful gaze handed to him by the monk Kaiguang upstairs, thinking that it would be okay if Zhou Li's information could not be asked today, and it would be another trip. Anyway, Fu Xiang promised to see him tomorrow night, only One day off shouldn't be in trouble.
Xu Pingzhi said, "Wait."
"Don't you go home?"
"I want him to know that the door of Xu's mansion is not that easy to enter." Xu Pingzhi said, "He doesn't have the convenience to us, and we don't have the convenience to him. When I thought about placing an order in the Xu Mansion, how much money is enough? I have to increase the money. At least 800 taels a month!"
"Oh."
Xu Qi'an felt that doing this was unauthoritable. After all, he had a word with the monk first, but he really hated robbing the clock and other things. It would be better to make Xu Pingzhi disgusted the monk. At worst, he would be the last one to be a peacemaker.
And for some reason, I always feel like I am being environmentally friendly and being blocked when I watch the monk Consciousness snatch his clock. …
At the same time, in the room of Fuxiang in the small pavilion of the photo studio.
Xiao Cui, who was full of dissatisfaction, sent Chu Pingsheng into the room and went down. This was the first time she met someone who dared to put Fuxiang in second place and let her wait for it at will, and she was a monk.
The problem is that this courtesan named Yang Dafeng is not annoyed. Is the poem on that note very good? She had secretly looked at it when she went upstairs before, and she felt that she was not as good as Yang Ling.
The round table is still the same round table, the pastries and fruits are still the pastries and fruits. The incense in the incense burner is still elegant, and the manners are decent in front of people, and the elegant fragrance is different. There is no wine pouring or chatting, and standing behind you is In front of the window in the deep alley, he looked at him with a look of fear and confusion.
When she went downstairs to dance, the monk sat on her back. He only glanced at the side of his face. Although he felt a familiar feeling, he didn't take it to his heart. He just thought it was a flower monk who did not avoid alcohol and color, until he was a man. When I came to the room and saw the handsome face, I suddenly lost my appearance.
It's Henghui!
The monk from Tianyu who should have died a year ago was her own hand sealing his soul into a corpse puppet and keeping it as a backup.
According to the plan, Xu Pingfeng should have awakened Henghui to stay by his side and caused trouble in Dafeng Capital. However, looking at Henghui's current performance, it is completely different from being controlled by others. She just tried to use the secret method of the demon clan to check and balance it, but the result was a little bit. No effect.
What's even more exaggerated is that the monk actually knew her true identity.
"Don't you invite me to have a drink? Master Jianguang, I am the top of the class today. I should be the man who will be your guest in the curtain."
Chu Pingsheng put down his Zen stick and looked at him with a smile. Hold her.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Fu Xiangxin said that he could really pretend. If the guest who entered the curtain was divided into levels, he would definitely be the most beautiful one.
Of course, since things have come to this point, I can only adapt to the situation. So I twisted my bee waist, shook my jade feet, sat opposite him, pretended not to know my identity, poured a glass of wine into the cup, and served it with both hands. .
"Master, please use it."
"This wine... hasn't been added, right?"
Fu Xiang's hands shivered, and half of the wine splashed out. The wine did add it. Medicine that can imprison your skills.
But what she couldn't understand was that the monk smiled sarcastically and even grabbed half a glass of wine in her hand and drank it in one sip.
Is he blind? Can't you see the abnormal behavior of shaking and spilling wine?
No, this guy is confident that the poison in the wine cannot be put down.
Miss Hua Guin guessed right. Chu Pingsheng was indeed confident. Although the immortal baby was not here, the innate Wu Earth constitution of Huangdi, the sword walking world in the snow, has a strong anti-toxic effect. There is also a large amount of spiritual pills in the portable space shared by the big clone. Just like what he said when cucumbers poison him in the snow world. He ate poison as snacks. Not only that, he can analyze it by testing the poison with his body. Poison ingredients, and then imitate.
Chu Pingsheng slowly put his wine glass: "I think there is only beer in KTV, but I didn't expect that the same is true for the wine in brothels of the feudal dynasty."
"Why...why..."
The secret technique of controlling corpse puppets has no effect, and the poison that can be poisoned by fourth-grade masters is also useless, Fu Xiang is completely panicked. "Do you want to ask me why I haven't become a corpse puppet and was controlled by the master of the Witch God Sect, or do you want to ask me how I know the identity of the elder of your demon clan?" Chu Pingsheng said, "I was still wondering, It was clearly the secret method of imprisonment under my body by the master of the demon clan. Why was the one who awakened me a year later? I came to the capital and walked through the yamen several times before I realized that the demon clan and the witch cult have joined forces. You want to use it I was causing trouble, but I didn't want to be the first to be a leader, which attracted the attention of the Buddhist sect in the world of heaven, so I let the Witch God Sect, located in the northwest, take the blame. Am I right? Ye Ji."
Speaking of the Ten Thousand Demons The grudge between the country and the Buddhists of the Heavenly Realm will start with the Jiazi Demon five hundred years ago.
After the Buddha was sealed by the Confucian Saint, in order to break free as soon as possible, he tore his soul and injected it into the body of the Shura King who was suppressed by the Buddhist temple. This led to the new soul having the memories of the Buddha and the Shura King at the same time. Sometimes he was confused, sometimes he was in a state of confusion. Madness, this is the birth process of Shenshu.
Later, the Buddha made a deal with Shenshu. As long as the latter went to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons and persuaded the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons to convert to Buddhism, so that he could refine his luck and escape difficulties, he would give Shenshu and the Shura clan freedom. Afterwards, Shen Shu went south and fell in love with the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons, and persuaded the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons to lead the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons to convert to Buddhism. The promise given by the Buddhists was to allow the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons to rule by themselves. As a result, on the day of the conversion ceremony, the Buddhists tore up the agreement and turned the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons. The senior officials were slaughtered, and the queen of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom was killed in battle. Shen Shu had already cultivated to half a step of the martial god and had the immortal characteristics, so the Buddhists divided their bodies and conquered them in various parts of the Jiuzhou.
Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox, who now commands the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, is the daughter of the Ten Thousand Demon Queen and Shenshu. With such a history, the southern demon clan and the Buddhists of the Heavenly Realm are naturally as deep as the sea of grudges.
"!!!!!!"
The monk said nothing wrong.
Fu Xiang was shocked, and subconsciously got up, pounded, knocked down the stool: "Who are you?"
She is an elder of the demon clan and a fourth-grade strong man. She shouldn't have been so impetuous. She should have the style of a master, but... a bald donkey from the heavenly realm who was sealed by her own hands and trained to become a corpse puppet talked in front of her, and the demon clan and the demon clan were combined with each other. The relationship between the Witch God Sect is very clear. How can she calm down?
What's more, she has some understanding of the strength of the Witch God Sect, and at least she has the level of a third-grade wizard Linghui Master. Since the monk Henghui in front of her can handle the Witch God Sect, she must be no match.
"Who am I? You can call me the Master Consecration who is best at consecrating people." Chu Pingsheng pretended to say the Buddha's name: "Help consecrate people, it is convenient for others. Amitabha Buddha, how good it is."
"Consecration...Master?"
Fu Xiang thought about it and then thought that she knew the first-class Bodhisattva, second-class Arhat, and third-class Vajra of Buddhism in the Heavenly Realm. Why have she never heard of having combat power? At least a third-grade upward master?
"What is your purpose for you to come to Jiaofangsi to find me?"
"Carry some interest for last year's incident." Chu Pingsheng turned his glass and said, "Isn't this too much?"
>Fuxiang said, "The one who killed you and Princess Pingyang is the Minister of War, the Uncle Pingyuan, and it has nothing to do with me. And you can survive because of my help...at most..."
"At most, I just don't save you when you die... I don't save you when you die? Tell me, it's not called "I don't save you when you die, you're following the trend."
Chu Pingsheng said in a cold voice: " The Minister of War, father and son, and Uncle Pingyuan, planned the whole thing. The noble group headed by King Yu will be hit. At that time, the civil servant group will take this attack and can suppress the noble group and dominate the court. You are deeply in the demon clan. Know that once the external forces are defeated, with the nature of those civil servants, once they control the government, internal conflicts will inevitably break out due to uneven distribution of interests. Therefore, as a secret spy deployed by the demon clan in the capital, what you have to do is to attract fish. Sitting and watching the fight, and Princess Pingyang and I are the bait you chose."
"If I guess correctly, even if Pingyang did not die at the hands of Zhang Yi, the son of the Minister of War, and Ping Yuanbo's legitimate son, you will be killed by your subordinates who disguised himself as a fangs organization, because only one princess was killed. Only then can you defeat the six ministers and counts of the six levels. Princess Pingyang is dead. I am trained into a corpse puppet by you using the secret technique. While being controlled by the secret technique of the demon clan, you will give hope of revenge. In this way, the demon clan can From the body to the mind to control me, the death of Princess Pingyang surfaced, and in order to combat the increasingly domineering and drifted away from your demon clan's allies in the court. The Liang Party represented by Zhang Feng, Minister of War, Is I right? "
"! !!! !"
This is Fu Xiang's second time marveling.
She couldn't understand. A year ago, Henghui had low martial arts skills, simple thoughts, and full of Princess Pingyang. He stopped practicing Buddhism because of this, and dared to sacrifice his life to elope with Princess Pingyang. A year later, in theory, even if he got rid of the secret control of the demon clan and had free will, he should be deceived by hatred and full of resentment, and was determined to seek revenge and seek revenge from Yuanbo and the Minister of War. But why... Why is it like a different person who is trying to confuse the interests of the various forces of the Dafeng officialdom, the demon clan, and the Witch God Cult?
"So since Pingyang and I had the idea of elopement for love, we two were on the death list of you guys who were fighting for fame and fortune. They either died in the hands of this party, or they were Death in that hand will eventually become a tragic pawn.”
Chu Pingsheng continued, "Monster, I have a problem. The most unacceptable thing is to be used."
He held the wine glass with a slightly force, and the sky with crystal color and delicate glaze The green wine glass turned into a ball of powder and fell on the round table.
Fuxiang took two steps back: "This is Dafeng Capital. If you do something here, you will never be able to hide the eyes of the supervisor and the national teacher."
"It's okay, at worst, you can kill me. Leave here after you drop."
"If you want to kill me, why bother with me? If I guess correctly, I should have other plans."
"No wonder the demon clan in the southern Xinjiang sent you to the capital to lurk. It's really a bit urgent." Chu Pingsheng said, "I said early in the morning that coming to the capital is to collect interest. Killing people is called a one-time deal, not what I want. . "
"How are you going?"
Chu Pingsheng took out a pill made by Qijue Wuyingsha from his hand: "Did you eat it yourself, or should I break it apart Your mouth, throw it in? ”
"What is this? ”
"..."
Chu Pingsheng just smiled and did not give a positive answer.
"You want me to help you do things. If I have a second heart, the poison in this pill will make me unable to survive, and I will not die, right?"
"Since you know, Why do you still ask? "Chu Pingsheng said, "You guys killed Pingyang. I have taken you to fill her flaws. A year ago, you used the art of corpse puppet to refine my body and trap my soul. Later I used poison to counterattack, which was very reasonable, right? "
Let her fill the gap in Yang?
Fuxiang was thundered by the monk's brain.
Logic...It sounds like no problem, but can emotional matters be logical?
"..."
Chu Pingsheng put the pills on the table.
Fu Xiang's expression changed continuously. After a few breaths, she gritted her teeth and walked up, picked up the pills on the round table and swallowed them in one bite.
"Very good."
Chu Pingsheng hooked his finger at her, and the courtesan of Yingmei Xiaoge rubbed forward, and he pulled it into his arms and started to get thin.
"Since he is the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi, he should know better how to serve men than ordinary women."
He pinched her chin and smiled: "You have been holding on for a year. But I have to help me with some bleeds."
This guy is definitely not Monk Henghui from Qinglong Temple in Tianyu, absolutely not!
He was just having fun under the banner of Henghui.
Thinking of this in her heart, she acted very well-behaved and had just changed her mind. She put her head in her arms, wrapped her red lips around her fingers, looked at him with a charming look, and gently tapped Chu Pingsheng's chin with her bare hands, slowly facing her Scrape your neck. "Master Consciousness Master, are you really good at consecrating with others? I heard that those who consecrate can remove dirt and show their filth, enlighten their minds and nature, and I... also want it."
< br>Floating fragrance raised his feet slightly, and an embroidered shoe slipped off.
"Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva is so pious, I will give you a good fortune."
Chu Pingsheng picked her up and headed towards the innermost part of the room, and was soaked by Xiao Cui. Walking away with the fragrant nanmu bed.
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(This chapter ends)