"Yes," Xu Qi'an nodded, leaned comfortably on the seat, and said seriously: "Damn, that's your cub."

Zhu Guangxiaoxing next to him was out of breath, and opened his eyes with a look of surprise and looked at Xu Qi'an.

Song Tingfeng shivered, bowed his hand, and continued reading.

He considers himself a cynical type, extroverted and smiling whenever he meets everyone. He is a kind of person who can be handy when facing anyone.

But when facing Xu Qi'an, Song Tingfeng felt that he was still a gentleman.

Many times, even though I know that the other party is joking, I just can't adapt and lose.

"Go to teach the Fangsi tonight." Song Tingfeng suggested: "I will invite a few colleagues to go and teach everyone with your Russian turntable."

After a pause, he said solemnly: "After the matter between Yang Jinluo and Jiang Jinluo, there are many people in the yamen who are jealous of you, and they can't stand you in private.

You need to socialize more, instead of just hang out with me and Zhu Guangxiao all day long.”

Zhu Guangxiao opened his eyes and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I often hear others say bad things about you in private."

Xu Qian, who didn't want to play with them, he hesitated for a moment and nodded.

He is not a young and energetic young man, and he is well aware of the principle that wood is so beautiful that it will be destroyed by the wind in the forest.

Since joining the Killing Man, I have indeed neglected social engagements among my colleagues. I mainly met Wei Yuan all day long and mingled with the Sitianjian sorcerer, and my horizons have become a little higher.

So under the guidance of Song Tingfeng, he found a few familiar Tongluo, who were under the command of Yinluo Li Yuchun, and agreed with them to go to the Jiafangsi to play at night.

Of course, there is no question of anyone treating guests. Everyone knows the price of Jiaofangsi, and they can't afford to invite a casual gong.

However, Xu Qi'an said lightly, let's go to Yingmei Xiaoge to book a yard, I'll do it.

The gongs were injected with chicken blood on the spot and became excited.

Song Tingfeng pulled Xu Qi'an to the corner, rubbed his hands, and said, "Ning Yan, what a good brother... That, Miss Fuxiang joined?"

Xu Qian glanced at him: "You call him dad, and I will answer you."

Song Tingfeng was also a good man who could bend and stretch, and he recognized his father on the spot.

许七安说:“当然不可能.”

"..." Song Tingfeng said angrily: "You shout back, otherwise I won't have fun with you."

Xu Qian ignored him and slipped away.

Who is Fuxiang? She is a famous courtesan and a top socialite. She is willing to sleep with Xu Qi'an, which is similar to a good relationship.

In this era, it is very common to be in love with brothel women.

Among them, there are the most scholars.

But Fu Xiang is not Xu Qi'an's slave, nor is she a concubine who can be transferred at will as a gift.

How could Fuxiang agree to such a thing, with Fuxiang's value and rank? It's a fool.

Xu Qi'an did not want to have a rift with the courtesan lady because of this, and even the relationship broke down.

....

Document library, character A warehouse.

Sandalwood burns, the blue smoke marks are straight as lines, and the sunlight passes through the lattice windows, reflecting regular and neat color blocks on the ground.

Wei Yuan closed the thick "Thirteen Books of the Great Feng" and pondered for a moment, got up, and found a book called "Jiuzhou Chronicles: Western Regions" in the bookshelf.

Sandalwood burned to ashes, and incense ash fell into the stove.

Wei Yuan closed all the books and pinched his eyebrows tiredly. Before he knew it, the books piled up at his hands were as high as his shoulders.

"Entertainment Father, what did you find?" Nangong Qianrou finally waited for the opportunity.

"I probably know what's going on." Wei Yuan sighed.

"What's the secret in Sangbo?" Nangong Qianrou asked.

"This is not what you should know." Wei Yuan shook his head and warned with a serious expression: "Forget what happened today, no investigation is allowed, and no private discussion is allowed."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou bowed their heads at the same time: "Yes."

.....

Dusk, scattered value.

Including Xu Qi'an, ten people from the slaughtered and entered Jiaofangsi Hutong with their heads held high.

During this Beijing Inspection period, when all officials were silent, people could walk sideways in the Jiaofangsi.

"Ning Yan, Fuxiang Huagu really meets us?"

"I heard that Fuxiang Huagong hasn't been with her for a long time,"

"Will Meiying Pavilion really let us book the venue?"

The Tongluo people were a little unbelievable because the most popular place in Jiaofangsi is scholars, and various entertainment programs tend to serve scholars.

This is a social atmosphere.

Although the attackers are supervising all officials and being arrogant, they have a mutual check and balance with the officials.

If you do something random in the Jiaofangsi, the Ministry of Rites will be very happy and wish to seize the opportunity to impeach and beat the people.

Therefore, if Fuxiang Huagu was unwilling to entertain them, the Tongluo had to leave and lost face.

However, the Russian turntable game proposed by Xu Qi'an was too tempting. After hearing this, people angrily criticized Xu Qi'an for being unfair and asking whether to go or not, and agreed quickly.

When they arrived at the Yingmei Pavilion, the Tonggongs couldn't help but slow down, highlighting Xu Qi'an, who was stuck in the crowd.

Xu Qi'an took off his waist knife, slapped the scabbard and smiled relaxedly: "Go and tell your wife, I want to book a room."
Chapter completed!