He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

When Bai Juyi wrote this sentence, did he have an insinuation that the Pipa girl was pretentious?

Xu Qian thought that the oiran lady named Hong Xiu was too pretentious, or that she thought too highly of herself? She arrived late during the second half of the tea party, chuckled lightly, held the wine glass and said:

"I feel unwell and took a short rest. Please don't be offended by this."

I drank a glass of wine as apology, and there was nothing to show for it.

However, there are also those who act as commanders conscientiously and play the role of drinking orders. Well, there are all gongs present, and the activities are definitely not elegant orders, but punching and rolling dice.

The smile on his face was too professional... His waist was always straight and his body was slightly stiff, which showed that he was not really integrated into the atmosphere... He was rather taboo about physical contact with drinkers. I just touched his little hand and his eyes.

There is disgust there...

Summary: Look down on warriors.

Xu Qian likes to observe people's micro-expressions and subtle movements. Because these details are a reflection of the heart to a certain extent.

This is an occupational disease left over from his time.

The performance of the red-sleeved girl reminded Xu Qian of the first time he met Fuxiang Oiran, the famous Oiran from the Jiaofang Division back then, who was also polite on the outside but alienated on the inside.

It's just that Fu Xiang has a higher professional ethics and is not as obvious as he is, while this Hongxiu is a bit naked.

Of course, Fuxiang is the oiran of the Jiaofang Division in the capital. Where is the capital? There are so many dignitaries and dignitaries there, how can it be compared to Yuzhou?

In addition to professional ethics, in terms of appearance, Hongxiu is naturally extremely beautiful, with the softness and delicate temperament of a Jiangnan woman.

He always speaks with ending sounds such as "ah" and "he", and is soft and soft. Whoever he talks to seems to be talking to his lover.

"Please play a song for the gentlemen," Hongxiu said with a gentle smile.

"Red Sleeve Madam's piano skills are unparalleled in Yuzhou Jiaofang Division. When you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, you must listen to Red Sleeve Madam's piano music." The official of the Caoyun Yamen immediately boasted.

This is like introducing the specialties of your hometown to distinguished guests from afar.

After playing the song, the official of the Water Transport Yamen picked up the wine glass with a smile: "How do you do, gentlemen?"

Song Tingfeng was a veteran, and he quickly raised his glass and took over the topic: "For example, the Oiran from the Jiaofang Department in the capital is no less generous."

There are still some differences...Xu Qian is not partial to his lover, he is purely evaluating from an objective perspective.

Fuxiang's piano skills are as superb as her ventriloquism.

"Is this the fragrant Oiran with sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, and a faint fragrance floating in the moonlight at dusk?" The eyes of the official of the Caoyun Yamen suddenly lit up.

The road between Yuzhou and the capital is long, but this poem has been around for a long time. Scholars exchanged letters and spread it to scholars in various states.

These two poems have been widely circulated and are more popular than "Don't worry, you will have no friends in the future, and no one in the world will know you."

"Exactly." Song Tingfeng said.

"It is rumored that Mrs. Fuxiang is of heavenly beauty and is one of the most beautiful women in the world." The official of the Caoyun Yamen asked expectantly.

This is the filter of fame. Fuxiang is the most famous courtesan in Beijing. With such a halo around her head, she is simply a goddess in the eyes of men who are passionate about romantic places.

The red-sleeved lady's smile was slightly stiff, a little unhappy.

In her yard, discussing a big shot in the same industry and talking about it with such gusto, she felt it was not shameful.

Song Tingfeng didn't seem to notice Lady Hongxiu's displeasure. He laughed strangely, pointed at Xu Qian and said, "I'll ask him now."

Xu Qian said calmly: "It's not bad. Among the beauties I've seen, she ranks among the top five."

When he said this, beauties flashed through his mind: Auntie, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Imperial Master, Chu Caiwei...

People say no?

Everyone couldn't help but glance at Xu Qian.

"You are really good at joking, sir, you are really good at joking," the official from the Caoyun Yamen said with a smile.

"I'm not joking," the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao spoke up, explaining to his colleagues: "Fuxiang is his sweetheart."

...The officials of the Caoyun Yamen almost lost their composure. They tried hard to control their expressions to prevent themselves from laughing.

Is Fuxiang his lover? The most dignified courtesan in the capital, would she fall in love with a vulgar warrior like you?

Why don't you say that the princess is your sweetheart, and why don't you say that the mysterious female Imperial Preceptor is your sweetheart.

However, bragging in the wine shop is considered basic, and the officials from the Caoyun Yamen who came to accompany the wine were disdainful, but still smiled on the outside.

A vulgar man... The disdain in the red-sleeved oiran's eyes was undisguised, but she kept her head down while drinking so that no one else could see her.

She didn't like warriors at all, she didn't know how to care about women, and she was very rude in everything she said and did. Unlike a scholar, she was gentle and elegant, reciting poems and reciting poems, and she was also polite to the women in the Jiaofang Department.

"I didn't expect that your lord would have such a relationship with Mrs. Fuxiang. Didn't you know your surname?" Hong Xiu said half seriously and half mockingly.

The official of the Caoyun Yamen stared at her with a reproachful look, and hurriedly picked up the wine glass: "Drink, drink."

This topic was brought up, and Song Tingfeng said with a smile: "Ning Yan, it's a good thing that the boss didn't go to Yunzhou with us, otherwise he would definitely not allow us to come to Jiaofangsi to have fun."

Xu Qian said: "This is not about having fun, this is about traveling around the mountains and rivers. Next time the boss asks you, this is how you answer him."

Ning Yan, this should be his calligraphy... Hongxiu glanced at Xu Qian a few times.

The tea party is over.

The red-sleeved oiran left the table early, and then there was no sound.

The guest was not left to drink tea, which meant that she did not pay attention to the watchman present.

"I don't know how to show appreciation!" a watchman said solemnly.

The officials of the Caoyun Yamen were a little embarrassed, and they were quite angry, not against the watchman, but against Hongxiu.

It's just that the Jiaofang Division is not under the control of the Caoyun Yamen. As one of the six oirans in the Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, Hongxiu doesn't need to live by the Caoyun Yamen.

Song Tingfeng waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter, let's move on to the next one?"

Xu Qi'an agreed with Lao Song's approach. The abalone eaten by force is not fresh, and the melon by force is not sweet.

The group of people left the yard, and Song Tingfeng and the other three turned to the river. Under the cover of night, they stood on the bank to relieve the swelling of their bladders.

Song Tingfeng:8==d

Zhu Guangxiao:8==d

Xu Qian:8====d

.....

In the blazing bedroom, Hongxiu took a sip of hangover tea, sat in front of the dressing table, and let the maid who came in through the door rub her shoulders.

"Madam, they are leaving." The maid chuckled and said, "He actually said that Fu Xiang, the number one prostitute in the capital, was his lover. Even Nunu could see that he was telling lies."

Hongxiu curled her lips and said calmly: "Warriors are like that, vulgar and intolerable."

After resting for a while, a maid knocked on the door and said outside: "Madam, Mr. Wei and his classmates have reserved the venue."

Upon hearing this, Hongxiu's face suddenly brightened, and she said happily: "Give the gentlemen wine and let them wait for a while."

After saying that, he quickly urged the maid: "Hurry and help me change my clothes and get the most beautiful gold-woven skirt."

Mr. Wei is the nephew of the magistrate of Yuzhou. He is a scholar who has read many poems and books. He is a talented person, gentle and elegant.

After changing into a beautiful skirt, wearing a jade hairpin and a golden bow, Hongxiu came to the wine room and saluted Yingying: "Hongxiu has met several young masters."

She naturally sat next to Mr. Wei in white robes, a young scholar, giving advice and writing passionately. This was the environment she liked.

Every time at this time, I would be extremely envious of the number one courtesan in the capital who I had never met but was so famous.

What a blessing it is to meet a talented student and receive a poem from him that will be remembered forever.

"A few adults from the capital came here just now, they seem to be on duty," Fu Xiang poured wine for Mr. Wei while chatting about this matter and said with a smile:

"Some people actually say that the courtesan in the capital is his sweetheart."

The scholars present laughed and said, "This is really interesting. How could Mrs. Fuxiang fall in love with a vulgar martial artist?"

"Brother Wei went to the capital half a month ago. Did you go and see the grace of Fuxiang Oiran?"

"I'm ashamed, I've been to the tea party three times, and I've only seen the floating oiran once." When the white-robed Mr. Wei said this, he showed a look of obsession:

"The faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk.... As his name suggests, he has conquered the country and conquered the city."

A young man immediately asked: "Does Fuxiang Oiran have a crush?"

Mr. Wei suddenly said: "I remembered something. When I was having tea that day, I was chatting with a drinker at the table. He said that Fuxiang had stopped accepting guests for a long time. There was an endless stream of guests coming to tea every day, just for one day.

See the beauty.

But, there is a person who frequently comes in and out of Yingmei Xiaoge... Well, Fuxiang's courtyard is called Yingmei Xiaoge. It is said that this person is Fuxiang's lover."

The young masters present were moved in their minds: "The poet who composed the song "The fragrance floats on the moon at dusk"?"

Mr. Wei sighed: "Who else is there besides him?"

After a pause, he looked around at the crowd and said in a tone of sharing a secret: "This person's identity is extraordinary. This poem has been widely circulated, and everyone in the scholar community knows it, but why is the poet not well-known, or even unknown?"

Talking about it, don’t you think it’s strange?”

This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they all speculated: "My identity is sensitive and I can't talk to others?"
To be continued...