Chapter 2763: The Top Scholar Wrote for Me, by Mistake

Poetry is not popular in the Jiaofangsi tea party. In the past two hundred years, because of the dominance of Neo-Confucianism, the spirituality of scholars has been obliterated, and few excellent poems have been published. Scholars are not good at writing poems and lyrics. When they are at the tea party, they will naturally avoid poetry and lyrics. Most of them are flying flowers and couplets.

And most of the guests present tonight are unlearned and have mediocre knowledge. It is a bit difficult for them to just make couplets. Fuxiang, the courtesan, is kind and elegant, so she will naturally not bring out more difficult poems and lyrics to upset the guests and affect the atmosphere.

At this time, Fuxiang, the courtesan, stood up, bowed, and began to thank the guests in a soft voice.

"I am a little tired, so I will leave first. Everyone, drink slowly."

This tea party has come to a preliminary end at this time. If Fuxiang, the courtesan, has a favorite guest, she will order her maid to come and notify him to stay and bring him into her boudoir to become her guest. Naturally, he is a warm and soft jade, enjoying endless good fortune.

If Fuxiang Courtesan didn't fancy any of the guests, the maid would send them away directly and wait for the next tea party to start.

The guests tonight looked expectant and nervous, alternately, staring at the maids, waiting for them to appear.

Time passed little by little, and after half an incense stick, a maid walked out lightly, looked around, smiled, and said to Mr. Zhao from the Imperial College.

"My wife invites Mr. Zhao to come in for tea."

Other guests shook their heads and sighed with regret. Of course, some people were very graceful, smiling and congratulating Mr. Zhao for winning the heart of the beauty, and didn't take it to heart.

Mr. Zhao smiled, proud in his heart, with a victorious attitude, his head held high, awesome!

Xu Zisheng didn't find it strange, but Xu Qian'an couldn't sit still. He finally broke through the ninth level of refining essence and could end his boyhood. He spent ten taels of silver and didn't want the money to go down the drain.

Xu Qi'an immediately asked the maid who served the guests for ink and rice paper. He cleared a space on the table. He knew that his calligraphy was very bad, and his handwriting was so bad that no one could see it, so he quickly asked Xu Zisheng for help.

"Brother Li, can you write for me?"

Xu Zisheng had the noble quality of helping others. He was definitely not taking revenge on Mr. Zhao for looking down on him just now. Without any hesitation, he sat up straight and held the brush.

Xu Qi'an spoke quickly, and once again used the moving method, reciting in a deep voice.

"All the flowers are falling, but only the beauty is blooming, occupying all the charm in the small garden."

Xu Zisheng wrote quickly, writing a cursive script with a clear and unique style. Every stroke showed his skill, and the force penetrated the back of the paper and penetrated into the wood.

"Sparse shadows slanted across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floated in the moonlight at dusk."

Xu Xinnian was vigorous and powerful, and his horizontal and vertical strokes were like the cold plum blossoms in the twelfth lunar month, proud of the snow and frost, occupying the snow of heaven and earth.

Xu Qi'an took away the rice paper, called the maid, and told her.

"Give this poem to Madam Fuxiang, and then you can do it, saying that Yang is waiting here."

The maid was not very happy, but after Xu Qi'an stuffed her with a handful of silver, she immediately trotted away.

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In the master bedroom, four folding screens blocked the bathtub, and the curling steam lingered on the roof beams. The courtesan Fuxiang was soaking in hot water filled with rose petals. Her black hair was tied up high, her neck was white and slender, and water droplets hung on her delicate and warm skin, reflecting a charming light in the candlelight.

Fuxiang's skin was as smooth as fat, like a jade beauty. A close maid served by the bathtub, praising Fuxiang's skin and saying.

"Young Master Zhao is already waiting in the teahouse next door. I heard from the guests outside that he is a scholar from the Imperial College."

"What's so strange about a scholar?"

As the top courtesan of the Jiaofang Division, Fuxiang was well-informed and smiled when she heard the words. She didn't take Young Master Zhao seriously. Tonight, he was just the tallest among the short ones, so it was just a stretch. Fuxiang said slowly.

"But with Young Master Zhao's talent, he still has a chance to pass the exam and become a juren. He is also a talented person!"

The maid had been with Fuxiang for many years and was very familiar with her preferences and temperament. She chuckled and joked.

"I knew that you, my lady, liked this kind of talented young man. Young Master Zhao is so talented that he may become a good story in the future. You, my lady, can also go down in history with him."

"You are making fun of me!"

Fuxiang shook her head and didn't care about the maid's joke. They have been together for many years and are as close as sisters. Naturally, they would make some jokes. She sighed and said with a dull look.

"It is too difficult for a woman to be remembered in history. Even for scholars, it is difficult to do so. Throughout history, how many scholars can be remembered in history? I never have such extravagant hopes."

"Although Mr. Zhao has some talent, he is still far behind the top scholar. I am afraid it will be difficult for him to be remembered in history! If it was Xu Zisheng, the top scholar, it would be almost the same. It's a pity that a banished immortal like him would not look down on a woman like me who came from the dusty world. His future wives and concubines must be young ladies from aristocratic families, or even princesses from the royal family!"

"Xu Zisheng is unparalleled in the world. How many men in the world can be compared with him? Madam, don't be too picky!"

Just then, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and a maid came in, stood in the hall, and reported in a crisp voice.

"Madam, the guest named Yang outside asked me to send a poem over."

Fuxiang frowned, a little unhappy, and the big maid next to her scolded her harshly.

"What an unruly thing! My wife has already chosen Mr. Zhao, how can she change it? Did you accept benefits from him?"

The little maid lowered her head, not daring to talk back. Fuxiang's face showed a hint of majesty, and she opened her mouth to give instructions.

"Put it on the table. Go out and tell the guests that Fuxiang is impressed."

The little maid responded with a sigh of relief, put the rice paper on the table, and left in embarrassment.

After bathing, Fu Xiang put on a thin gauze skirt, her graceful figure looming, and her bare white feet came to sit down at the table. His eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, he picked it up casually and said to the maid beside him.

"Go and invite Mr. Zhao in."

Suddenly, Fuxiang's eyes froze, and he looked at the rice paper dreamily: Yingmei Xiaoge presented Fuxiang.

"All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, taking up the charm of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."

The maid had just walked to the door and was about to open it to invite Mr. Zhao when she suddenly heard the lady's sharp shout from behind her.

"Wait!"

The maid turned around and saw that Fu Xiang was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, and her face looked weirder than ever before. That was an emotion the maid had never seen on her face.

The oiran asked loudly in an urgent and sharp voice.

"Who, who sent the poem just now? Which young master is it? Tell me quickly!!"

The maid was startled, looked at Fuxiang with some confusion, and muttered.

"It seems to be a scholar named Yang!"

"No, shouldn't the surname be Xu? I recognize this cursive calligraphy, so why is it named Yang?"

The oiran lady rushed to the door desperately.

"Madam, Madam, how can you go out looking like this? You can't do it!"

The maid hugged Fuxiang Oiran tightly, Fuxiang struggled desperately, her face flushed with anxiety, and she shouted repeatedly.

"Let me go, let me go quickly."

"Don't let that young man go, chase him back quickly."

The maid couldn't figure it out. Just a poem made her lose her composure like never before. She completely ignored her usual knowledge, sense, and gentleness.

"Madam, please be patient for a moment. I will go immediately to invite the young master who wrote the poem."

After the maid left, the oiran woman sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the paper in her hand in a daze.

"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the dark fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk. Give the floating fragrance, give the floating fragrance!"

Big tears rolled down Fuxiang's pretty face, and she lay on the table and started crying.

"This is Zhuangyuanlang's calligraphy, and he's actually here!"

At this time, the beautiful Xu Zisheng was outside. After helping Xu Qian's ghostwriting, he left calmly, waved his sleeves, and headed towards the territory of other courtesans. There is no place for him to stay here, he has his own place to stay.

The maid who was waiting beside Fu Xiang came quickly with small steps, her eyes were slightly anxious as she searched the crowd. When she saw Xu Qi'an, her expression relaxed, and she came at a leisurely pace, blessing her body with a delicate look. road.

"Mr. Yang, did you compose the poem?"

"it's me!"

Xu Qian's face showed a humble and restrained smile, and he was secretly proud in his heart. It was indeed a good poem that had been passed down through the ages. It really impressed the oiran lady. Tonight, he would transform into a butterfly and grow up.

The maid smiled, her expression became more respectful, her eyebrows were lowered, she bowed and invited her softly.

"My wife invites you."

Xu Qian nodded calmly and followed the maid towards the master bedroom on the other side of the attic. This scene also attracted the attention of the guests who planned to stay in Yingmei Pavilion, and they whispered to each other.

"Hey, why did he follow me in?"

"This, this is against the rules. How can two people get in?"

"The maid seemed to be talking about poetry just now, and I happened to see what he and the handsome young man wrote."

The maid pushed open the door of the master bedroom and motioned for Xu Qi'an to enter, but she had no intention of going in and said respectfully.

"Master Yang, please come in!"

The moment the shoji door opened, a warm fragrance hit your face. The floor was covered with a layer of expensive silk lichen. It was expensive but also very labor-intensive.

The lichen is embroidered with green lotus flowers and clouds of auspicious clouds. A woman walks on it, and the lotus flowers grow every step of the way. A man walks on it, and the clouds grow smoothly. It can be seen that Fuxiang Oiran is thoughtful and considerate.

A three-fold screen copied from the famous painting "Rain Beats the Plantains" separates the sleeping area and the brocade hall. A stunningly beautiful young woman is kneeling on a small couch with a pot door in front of the screen. A phoenix tail is placed on the small couch. Qin, she was wearing a light gauze dress, her jade-like skin was looming, and she was looking at the door with a smile.

The two people's eyes met, and she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her lips. The most gentle way she lowered her head was like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze.

When Fuxiang Oiran was serving wine, she was as elegant as a lady, but now, she is charming and seductive, unable to speak, and touching people's hearts. She is worthy of being the first-class Oiran of the Jiaofang Division. Her charm is so great that Xu Qi'an is very happy. I feel overwhelmed and restless.

"I have long heard that Miss Fuxiang has a beautiful country, with ice-cold skin and bones. She is not as beautiful as a person in the mortal world. I didn't believe it before and thought it was exaggerated. But now it seems that my knowledge is shallow. Miss Fuxiang can be called a beauty. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

Xu Qi'an had a look of obsession on his face, his eyes were hazy, and he was intoxicated without being intoxicated. He was admiring the astonishing beauty of this floating fragrance. The charming oiran in front of him could go out of the hall, go to the kitchen, and charm people to death. He was definitely a beauty in the world. !

"Master Xu, why do you need to make fun of the slave family?"

Fuxiang pursed her lips and lowered her head shyly, with a smile on her face and eyes, obviously very happy.

"The slave family would like to thank the master. If the slave family can be remembered in history in the future, it will definitely be the master's contribution."

Xu Qian was stunned when he heard this. This Fuxiang courtesan actually knew his identity, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise.

"How did Miss Fuxiang know that my surname is Xu?"

A look of admiration appeared on Fuxiang's face, her eyes were blurred, revealing a myriad of amorous feelings, alluring, touching, and laughing in a low voice.

"Who in the world doesn't know that the Number One Scholar's surname is Xu and that he was born in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. I was lucky enough to see the original calligraphy of the Number One Scholar, so I was able to recognize the Number One Scholar's identity!"

Xu Qi'an sighed immediately after hearing this. Grandma, it turned out to be a mistake. This oiran lady did not invite her because of her ancient poem, but regarded herself as Xu Zisheng's son of fate. Although he wanted to be with her very much, What happened to this oiran, but he was not a villain who took advantage of others, so he quickly waved his hand and explained.

"Miss Fuxiang, you misunderstood. I am not the number one scholar Xu Zisheng. He left just now. He was sitting next to me!"

"Why did the No. 1 scholar deceive the slave family? Didn't you write this poem?"

Fuxiang was a little surprised when she heard this, her star eyes flashed with ripples, and she asked quickly.

"Although this poem was written by me, it was ghostwritten by Zhuang Yuan Lang. I am not good at calligraphy. In order to avoid looking ugly, I asked Zhuang Yuan Lang for help. After he finished writing this poem, he left!"

Fuxiang was extremely surprised when she heard this, her clear and dreamy eyes flashed with tears. After all, she missed it. She didn't expect that she had eyes for gold and jade, so she used the number one scholar as an embroidered pillow. She was extremely upset and regretted it. It's just that the matter has reached this point, and it can't be helped.

It took a long time for Fuxiang Oiran to come back to her senses. She turned her eyes slightly and looked at Xu Qian, who was a little embarrassed. This young man was honest and had the air of a gentleman. Although he was not as good-looking as the number one scholar, he had both talent and appearance. But poetic talent is unparalleled and rare.

"Mr. Xu, let me make you laugh!"

"The number one scholar is the man that the daughters of Kyoto admire, and Ukiko is no exception!"

"I know and understand that there is a little girl in my family who I also admire very much. Who in Kyoto doesn't know the number one scholar Xu Zisheng!"

"Thank you Mr. Xu for your generosity. Fu Xiang will play a song for you to express your gratitude!"

In any case, Xu Qi'an wrote a good poem that will go down in history. If this oiran lady is also famous in history, she will not be rude.

This oiran is a master of two things. He is good at playing the piano and poetry. He doesn't know much about poetry, but he plays the piano really well. Xu Qi'an, a person who is not familiar with music, can still calm down and immerse himself in it.

After all this trouble, Fuxiang Oiran also figured out that there are ten birds in the forest, it is better to catch one in the hand, so it is better to catch the talented man in front of him first.

"Sir, do you want to sit with me all night?"

Xu Qi'an has now opened the Tianmen and entered the realm of Qi training. He no longer has to worry about the cessation of martial arts. He knows the elegant meaning after hearing the words. With a wretched expression on his face, he came forward and said with a smile.

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't understand amorous feelings? How can I sit here all night?"

Xu Qi'an still did not forget the purpose of his trip. He had a bright smile on his face and his eyes were blazing as he stared at the oiran Fu Xiang. His scorching gaze made Fu Xiang faintly afraid.

At Mao o'clock the next day, Xu Qian's biological clock naturally woke up. Looking at the beautiful woman around him, he felt extremely proud. Being able to become the guest of the oiran of the Jiaofang Department with a poem was naturally something worth bragging about and would make others jealous to death!

Xu Qian looked at this beautiful face and climbed up quietly without disturbing the beauty. Without making a single sound during the whole process, he quietly left the Jiaofang Division and went to the watchman's office.

On the other side, in the attic built next to the cliff. The three great scholars had just finished their discussion when the scholar sent a letter, saying that the eldest princess had visited the academy and had someone deliver it to her.

The eldest princess wrote in her handwriting that a masterpiece had recently appeared in the capital, and scholars in the capital were talking about it. The Imperial College was regarded as the leader in poetry in the past century, surpassing Yunlu Academy's farewell poem.

Moreover, compared to the farewell poem, this poem was the first poem written by Jiaofangsi in the past century. The story is more interesting and more widely circulated. Red poem.

"I have been in seclusion for a few days, and a world-shaking masterpiece came out of the capital?"

Zhang Shen realized something because Xu Zisheng broke the Cheng family's sub-sage stone tablet, and went into seclusion for a few days. Unexpectedly, he encountered this stunning masterpiece as soon as he came out of seclusion. He stared at the poem attached by the eldest princess.

"All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, taking up the charm of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."

Zhang Shen was like a sculpture. He was silent for a long time. He gently put down the paper in his hand and looked at Li Mubai and Chen Tai who were drinking tea and chatting.

"Chunjing, Youping, look at this."

Zhang Shen's sudden serious look made the two scholars stunned. Li Mubai took the paper and glanced at it quickly, then his eyes became concentrated and his relaxed and freehand gesture faded away.

"Let me see."

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Chen Tai reached out and took out the paper. After reading it once, he savored it carefully for a long time.

Chen Daru let out a long sigh and was amazed.

"Sparse shadows and subtle fragrance, these two sentences describe the beauty of Bianmei. It is really thoughtful."

Li Mubai nodded when he heard this, and then started to comment.

"Compared with Ning Yan's song "Who in the World Doesn't Know You", it certainly makes people feel heroic, but in terms of the profoundness of the artistic conception, the beauty of the words, and the extraordinary charm, it is indeed far behind.

Zhang Shen sighed while stroking his beard and said very impartially.

"As soon as this poem came out, it was an unsurpassed masterpiece of praising plum blossoms. Who is this Yang Ling? He has such a talent, but I have never heard of it."

Chen Tai read the handwriting again, carefully caressed the handwriting on the paper with his fingers, and said with great admiration.

"The poetry is good, the calligraphy is even better, the muscles and bones are strong, mellow and free, the power penetrates the back of the paper, and penetrates into the wood three-thirds. This is the writing power of a saint of calligraphy!"

At this point, the tea room became quiet, and none of the three great scholars spoke.

A sour smell fermented and filled the air. Zhang Shen thought for a long time and said.

"I think the dean should be notified immediately to recruit this scholar into the academy. Such a talent must not be buried."

Chen Tai and Li Mubai readily agreed. They couldn't see the talent and quickly agreed.

"That makes sense."

Xu Qi'an, who had lost her virginity, was so high-spirited that she walked with wind in her eyes. She once again came to Yunlu Academy with her little cousin and visited two teachers.

The lectures of the three great scholars happened to be over, and they knew that the students they valued were visiting, so they simply gathered in the hall to drink tea.

"You live in the capital, you know that the capital has recently produced a masterpiece. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. It's wonderful, wonderful."

Chen Tai glanced at Zhang Shen and Li Mubai, put down the teacup in his hand, and warned Xu Qian.

"Ning Yan, although you are talented in poetry, don't be arrogant. You must know that there are many scholars in the world who are hiding dragons and crouching tigers."

"This old man is just jealous that we got a good student!"

Zhang Shen and Li Mubai looked at each other, and such a thought arose in their minds at the same time. However, because these words were mature words, there was no way to refute them, so they could only endure it and said the same to Xu Qian.

"This poem is indeed stunningly talented and beautiful. Ning Yan does not need to compare it with its authenticity. It is useless to compare it with the authenticity of "The Plum Blossoms" is a masterpiece that will last forever.

"Although today's scholars lack some spiritual energy, there is an example after all. That Yang Ling may not be able to compose a second poem. And with Ning Yan's poetic talent, it is very possible that there will be a third and fourth poem in the future. of."

Xu Qian looked at the three great scholars with innocent and sincere eyes, and said very humbly.

"Teacher, I composed this poem!"