Chapter 428
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It's worth 8000 taels to sell one's life...... the Huakui of Ming inkstone has a lot of emotions, such as gratification, joy and jealousy.
The mood of Huakui is just as complicated. Eight thousand taels is enough to buy a luxury mansion in the luxury area of the inner city. The name of Jiaofang is called Xiaojin cave, but it is rare to spend eight thousand taels to redeem a famous prostitute.
The officials dare not, but the merchants and the rich do.
Maybe the silver Gong did it. He played it down lightly and put down 8000 taels of silver.
What makes the women feel deeply is that the daydream is extremely ill and time is running out. So this 8000 taels of silver is just the wish of a woman in the dust.
Which man in the world can do this for a woman like them?
Xu Yinluo is different from other men..... The hearts of all Huakui are softening, and they are looking at the young people in Confucian robes.
"Xu Lang......"
looking at the deed of sale on the table, Fu Xiang began to smile with tears on her face.
This is what I owe you... Xu Qi'an sat by the bed and sighed.
Floating fragrance soft looking at him, pretty face red, choked: "you don't have to come, I, I'm not good-looking now."
Xu Qi'an reached out and touched her cheek with a complicated look.
"I have another wish."
Fuxiang turned his head, looked at the flowers and said, "I want to offer a dance for Xu Lang at last. I sincerely ask my sisters to accompany me."
The flowers nodded.
Fu Xiang smiles and then looks at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, you go to the outer hall and wait for a moment..."
after she leaves, Fu Xiang changes into a gorgeous red skirt embroidered with red plum blossoms. Mei'er combs her hair, puts on a bun and puts on luxurious hair accessories.
eyebrow pencil depicted exquisite radian, lipstick smeared flame red lips, blush let her pale face restore color.
Fu Xiang gazes at the gorgeous beauty in the mirror and smiles.
Six years ago, a gorgeous girl came to the Department of Jiaofang. She fell into the dust as the daughter of a crime minister, but with a special purpose.
She practiced piano skills and studied poetry. She became the flower leader of the Department of teaching and learning, and her fame spread far and wide.
Six years later, it's time for her to end her life, but a young man broke into her world, like a light, splitting the dark sky.
At the end of the journey, the young man was not absent, drawing a happy ending for her.
Fuxiang got up, carried her skirt and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor. It was like running through a period of six years. At the end, she met him.
In the hall, the music of silk and bamboo pipes is melodious.
Red dress solo.
Graceful as a bird, graceful as a dragon.
In the end, she sat down in Xu Qi'an's arms.
The beauty in her arms raised her head, her face was full of tears, and she was sad: "Xu Lang, I'm going to leave, and later...".
what I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; what I fear is that I'm insignificant and forget in a moment.
Xu Qi'an hugged her and said in a soft voice, "in the future, I won't come to Jiaofang."
Rise for you, and die for you.
For Xu Qian, this is also the end of a certain journey in his life.
Fuxiang laughs. It's as bright and moving as ever, and graceful as plum blossom.
A wisp of ghost floated away, curling away into the distance.
In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other Huakui sobbed in a low voice with tears.
After the death of Fuxiang Huakui, a famous prostitute, she completely washed away her life and bid farewell to her career as a teacher.
But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared in the Department of Jiaofang today, and spent 8000 taels of silver to redeem her and help her get rid of her humble status. The news spread all over the parish.
Spend eight thousand taels to redeem a woman who is critically ill. Even the script can't write such a story.
Compared with Xu Qi'an, he spends a lot of money just for the sake of beauty. Those talented scholars in the storybook often describe a heart, which is pale and powerless.
For a moment, all the women in the Department of Jiaofang were talking about Xu Qi'an, the legendary Dafeng silver Gong and the former silver Gong.
Jiaofangsi has always been a transfer station for rumors. In just two days, almost all the customers who are qualified to spend in jiaofangsi know about it.
In this era, the love stories of the poor scholar and the rich family, and the love stories of the gifted scholar and the famous prostitute can be regarded as two enduring themes.
Anyone who hears about it can't help praising Qi'an's love and righteousness, and they are fond of talking about it and spreading it.
It's spread from one story to another. The common people, the merchants and the officialdom all take it as a conversation after dinner.
...
when Wang Shoufu was having dinner this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumor."Eight thousand taels of silver, if you let me run it, I can double it in less than a year. Elder brother, do you think that Xu Qi'an is stupid? It's just for the sake of beauty.
"It's just that he's terminally ill. These eight thousand taels will not be wasted."
Aware of his father's coming in, Prince Wang immediately cut off the topic and lowered his head to drink porridge.
The Wang family had a strict family education, and advocated no words in food and no words in sleep.
Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, looked at his second son and asked, "what did you say just now?"
Wang Er Ge muttered: "no, nothing..."
Wang Shoufu waved his hand: "just say, well, it's related to Xu Qi'an?"
Seeing that his father was not displeased, the second elder brother Wang said, "the Fuxiang Huakui of the Jiaofang department is critically ill, and there is no remedy. Xu Qi'an spent 8000 Liang to redeem her, just for the sake of beauty's long cherished wish. It's ridiculous."
After the review, he asked cautiously, "father, what do you think?"
Wang Shoufu didn't pay attention and finished his porridge in silence.
Wang Er Ge didn't get his father's affirmation and was disappointed.
Well, my father never talks about people's right and wrong behind his back, but he certainly thinks the same way.
Wang Shoufu finished his porridge, took the handkerchief from his maid, wiped his mouth, and then wiped his hands. He said faintly, "if you can spend 8000 Liang to redeem yourself for a dying woman, I respect you for being a hero."
He was stunned.
...
Haoqi building.
"I didn't see it, but he was the seed of infatuation."
Nangong qianrou holds her tea cup and smiles. She can't tell whether it's sarcasm or praise.
"It's not necessarily infatuated, but it's true."
Wei Yuan stood on the platform, wide sleeves floating, casual comments.
A few seconds later, he suddenly turned back, slightly depressed, said: "previously I deducted his salary for three months, where do you think he got so much silver?"
Nangong qianrou looks at her adoptive father.
Wei Yuan sighed: "life in the world, but for peace of mind."
The Imperial Academy.
The scholars were sitting in the classroom. Before the academician came, they were sitting in their respective positions and chatting.
"Xu Yinluo is so affectionate and righteous that he spent 8000 Liang to redeem himself for Fuxiang."
"Fu Xiang has long been terminally ill, and there is no cure for the stone. Maybe Yinluo is willing to pay for the money, just because she can get rid of her humble family before she dies."
Although Xu Qian has resigned, the outside world is still used to call him Xu Yinluo.
What eight thousand taels, what redemption? After listening to my colleagues' confused words, what did I do?
Why did my elder brother do earth shaking things, but I, a younger brother, didn't know?
Because of the rapid rise in love with Wang simu, he made a date when he had time. Xu Erlang had long stopped going to the Jiaofang department, so the news lagged behind, and he didn't know about the redemption of 8000 Liang.
"But I heard that many people are laughing at him. How can a dying man be worth eight thousand taels? Xu Yinluo was impulsive for a moment, and now I'm afraid I regret it. "
"I also heard that Xu Yinluo was gaining fame."
Others hold different views.
Thanks to Xu Erlang, he is still in a state of ignorance, otherwise these ordinary people will be suspected of life.
At this time, the cough rang out from the door, and the stern academician, holding the book, entered the classroom.
The poor men were silent at once.
Ma Xiuwen, the academician of the Imperial Academy, is famous for his rigid and serious attitude. He does not form a party or engage in political activities. If you want to say that the officialdom is perfect, he really has a firm place in the court where the party struggle is fierce.
However, he has not moved his position as a Bachelor of Hanlin Academy for decades.
The most impressive impression of the officials and scholars of the Imperial Academy was that they were indifferent and calm.
Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: just for peace of mind.
At the end of a class, Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, looked around the crowd and said with a smile:
"what a scholar reads is not a book, but the truth in a book. However, the truth is not only in the book, but also outside the book. I heard that you were discussing that Xu Yinluo spent 8000 Liang to redeem himself for Huakui, the Secretary of Jiaofang. After a long discussion, what reason can you come up with? "
What's the point?
"Love and righteousness?"
"Money like dirt?"
The wise men guessed.
Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, shook his head with a smile. His eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and he said, "farewell to the old, what do you think?"
Xu new year frowned, inexplicably think of the first big brother knife cut superior, he went to prison to visit, big brother once said: I'm not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.
In retrospect, everything he did later was just for peace of mind.
Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: "just for peace of mind."
Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, glanced at the crowd: "remember this sentence, no matter what height you can go in the future, I hope you will keep it in mind, just for peace of mind."After his departure, Xu returns to his home in the new year, thinking about what he heard in the daytime.
Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table and asked, "mother, where's my elder brother?"
His aunt ignored him.
"I'm here..."
in the side yard, Xu Qi'an waved.
"Don't wait for him at home," he said in a low voice
Xu new year examined the elder brother: "what's wrong with tifuxiang?"
"The point is not Fuxiang, the point is 8000 Liang. My aunt is like Xianglin's sister-in-law today. She mumbles all day..."
while talking, Xu Qi'an pinches her eyebrows and has a headache.
Who is xianglingsao..... Xu Xinnian muttered. Then he raised his chin and said faintly, "I just want to talk to my elder brother."
"What?" Xu Qian asked.
"Life and death, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.
If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them. It sounds like sarcasm... Xu Qi'an nodded, eh.
Fu Xiang's body has been buried. He specially brought Zhong Li back. Then he took Chu Caiwei with him and found a good Cemetery outside the capital for burial.
By chance, I heard Chu Caiwei talk about it. Since he came back from Jianzhou, Yang Qianhuan fell in love with storytelling and talked about what he had done in Jianzhou.
The younger martial brothers of Si Tianjian cheered and praised elder martial brother Yang for being unique in the world.
Yang Qianhuan is very happy.
However, as Xu Qi'an's story of redeeming himself in Jiaofang Department reached Si Tianjian, Yang Qianhuan didn't like to tell stories. These days, people of Jiaofang Department saw a white shadow from time to time.
After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the little brother's room and said, "write me the living records of the former Emperor that you have written down these days."
After drinking Anshen soup in the new year, Xu was about to have a rest. He pushed and said, "wait for me to remember more."
"No, you can't remember too much. You'll sift through some details that you think are not important. Last time I saw Yuanjing's daily life record, I noticed your fault." Xu Qian is not happy.
"What's the problem?" Xu Erlang doesn't think his approach is wrong.
has the final say, "I has the final say, not your final say." Xu Qi'an went to the table, spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:
"come here quickly, elder brother will polish your ink in person."
Xu Xinnian was helpless. He went to his desk and sat down. He picked up a pen to write. In recent days, he read a lot of the living records of the late emperor, which he kept in mind.
If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed delete some dialogues that he thinks are meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too heavy.
But now if he writes, he can restore what he wrote down.
"Xu Er Lang gently put down his brush for half an hour
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It's worth 8000 taels to sell one's life...... the Huakui of Ming inkstone has a lot of emotions, such as gratification, joy and jealousy.
The mood of Huakui is just as complicated. Eight thousand taels is enough to buy a luxury mansion in the luxury area of the inner city. The name of Jiaofang is called Xiaojin cave, but it is rare to spend eight thousand taels to redeem a famous prostitute.
The officials dare not, but the merchants and the rich do.
Maybe the silver Gong did it. He played it down lightly and put down 8000 taels of silver.
What makes the women feel deeply is that the daydream is extremely ill and time is running out. So this 8000 taels of silver is just the wish of a woman in the dust.
Which man in the world can do this for a woman like them?
Xu Yinluo is different from other men..... The hearts of all Huakui are softening, and they are looking at the young people in Confucian robes.
"Xu Lang......"
looking at the deed of sale on the table, Fu Xiang began to smile with tears on her face.
This is what I owe you... Xu Qi'an sat by the bed and sighed.
Floating fragrance soft looking at him, pretty face red, choked: "you don't have to come, I, I'm not good-looking now."
Xu Qi'an reached out and touched her cheek with a complicated look.
"I have another wish."
Fuxiang turned his head, looked at the flowers and said, "I want to offer a dance for Xu Lang at last. I sincerely ask my sisters to accompany me."
The flowers nodded.
Fu Xiang smiles and then looks at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, you go to the outer hall and wait for a moment..."
after she leaves, Fu Xiang changes into a gorgeous red skirt embroidered with red plum blossoms. Mei'er combs her hair, puts on a bun and puts on luxurious hair accessories.
eyebrow pencil depicted exquisite radian, lipstick smeared flame red lips, blush let her pale face restore color.
Fu Xiang gazes at the gorgeous beauty in the mirror and smiles.
Six years ago, a gorgeous girl came to the Department of Jiaofang. She fell into the dust as the daughter of a crime minister, but with a special purpose.
She practiced piano skills and studied poetry. She became the flower leader of the Department of teaching and learning, and her fame spread far and wide.
Six years later, it's time for her to end her life, but a young man broke into her world, like a light, splitting the dark sky.
At the end of the journey, the young man was not absent, drawing a happy ending for her.
Fuxiang got up, carried her skirt and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor. It was like running through a period of six years. At the end, she met him.
In the hall, the music of silk and bamboo pipes is melodious.
Red dress solo.
Graceful as a bird, graceful as a dragon.
In the end, she sat down in Xu Qi'an's arms.
The beauty in her arms raised her head, her face was full of tears, and she was sad: "Xu Lang, I'm going to leave, and later...".
what I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; what I fear is that I'm insignificant and forget in a moment.
Xu Qi'an hugged her and said in a soft voice, "in the future, I won't come to Jiaofang."
Rise for you, and die for you.
For Xu Qian, this is also the end of a certain journey in his life.
Fuxiang laughs. It's as bright and moving as ever, and graceful as plum blossom.
A wisp of ghost floated away, curling away into the distance.
In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other Huakui sobbed in a low voice with tears.
After the death of Fuxiang Huakui, a famous prostitute, she completely washed away her life and bid farewell to her career as a teacher.
But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared in the Department of Jiaofang today, and spent 8000 taels of silver to redeem her and help her get rid of her humble status. The news spread all over the parish.
Spend eight thousand taels to redeem a woman who is critically ill. Even the script can't write such a story.
Compared with Xu Qi'an, he spends a lot of money just for the sake of beauty. Those talented scholars in the storybook often describe a heart, which is pale and powerless.
For a moment, all the women in the Department of Jiaofang were talking about Xu Qi'an, the legendary Dafeng silver Gong and the former silver Gong.
Jiaofangsi has always been a transfer station for rumors. In just two days, almost all the customers who are qualified to spend in jiaofangsi know about it.
In this era, the love stories of the poor scholar and the rich family, and the love stories of the gifted scholar and the famous prostitute can be regarded as two enduring themes.
Anyone who hears about it can't help praising Qi'an's love and righteousness, and they are fond of talking about it and spreading it.
It's spread from one story to another. The common people, the merchants and the officialdom all take it as a conversation after dinner.
...
when Wang Shoufu was having dinner this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumor."Eight thousand taels of silver, if you let me run it, I can double it in less than a year. Elder brother, do you think that Xu Qi'an is stupid? It's just for the sake of beauty.
"It's just that he's terminally ill. These eight thousand taels will not be wasted."
Aware of his father's coming in, Prince Wang immediately cut off the topic and lowered his head to drink porridge.
The Wang family had a strict family education, and advocated no words in food and no words in sleep.
Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, looked at his second son and asked, "what did you say just now?"
Wang Er Ge muttered: "no, nothing..."
Wang Shoufu waved his hand: "just say, well, it's related to Xu Qi'an?"
Seeing that his father was not displeased, the second elder brother Wang said, "the Fuxiang Huakui of the Jiaofang department is critically ill, and there is no remedy. Xu Qi'an spent 8000 Liang to redeem her, just for the sake of beauty's long cherished wish. It's ridiculous."
After the review, he asked cautiously, "father, what do you think?"
Wang Shoufu didn't pay attention and finished his porridge in silence.
Wang Er Ge didn't get his father's affirmation and was disappointed.
Well, my father never talks about people's right and wrong behind his back, but he certainly thinks the same way.
Wang Shoufu finished his porridge, took the handkerchief from his maid, wiped his mouth, and then wiped his hands. He said faintly, "if you can spend 8000 Liang to redeem yourself for a dying woman, I respect you for being a hero."
He was stunned.
...
Haoqi building.
"I didn't see it, but he was the seed of infatuation."
Nangong qianrou holds her tea cup and smiles. She can't tell whether it's sarcasm or praise.
"It's not necessarily infatuated, but it's true."
Wei Yuan stood on the platform, wide sleeves floating, casual comments.
A few seconds later, he suddenly turned back, slightly depressed, said: "previously I deducted his salary for three months, where do you think he got so much silver?"
Nangong qianrou looks at her adoptive father.
Wei Yuan sighed: "life in the world, but for peace of mind."
The Imperial Academy.
The scholars were sitting in the classroom. Before the academician came, they were sitting in their respective positions and chatting.
"Xu Yinluo is so affectionate and righteous that he spent 8000 Liang to redeem himself for Fuxiang."
"Fu Xiang has long been terminally ill, and there is no cure for the stone. Maybe Yinluo is willing to pay for the money, just because she can get rid of her humble family before she dies."
Although Xu Qian has resigned, the outside world is still used to call him Xu Yinluo.
What eight thousand taels, what redemption? After listening to my colleagues' confused words, what did I do?
Why did my elder brother do earth shaking things, but I, a younger brother, didn't know?
Because of the rapid rise in love with Wang simu, he made a date when he had time. Xu Erlang had long stopped going to the Jiaofang department, so the news lagged behind, and he didn't know about the redemption of 8000 Liang.
"But I heard that many people are laughing at him. How can a dying man be worth eight thousand taels? Xu Yinluo was impulsive for a moment, and now I'm afraid I regret it. "
"I also heard that Xu Yinluo was gaining fame."
Others hold different views.
Thanks to Xu Erlang, he is still in a state of ignorance, otherwise these ordinary people will be suspected of life.
At this time, the cough rang out from the door, and the stern academician, holding the book, entered the classroom.
The poor men were silent at once.
Ma Xiuwen, the academician of the Imperial Academy, is famous for his rigid and serious attitude. He does not form a party or engage in political activities. If you want to say that the officialdom is perfect, he really has a firm place in the court where the party struggle is fierce.
However, he has not moved his position as a Bachelor of Hanlin Academy for decades.
The most impressive impression of the officials and scholars of the Imperial Academy was that they were indifferent and calm.
Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: just for peace of mind.
At the end of a class, Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, looked around the crowd and said with a smile:
"what a scholar reads is not a book, but the truth in a book. However, the truth is not only in the book, but also outside the book. I heard that you were discussing that Xu Yinluo spent 8000 Liang to redeem himself for Huakui, the Secretary of Jiaofang. After a long discussion, what reason can you come up with? "
What's the point?
"Love and righteousness?"
"Money like dirt?"
The wise men guessed.
Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, shook his head with a smile. His eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and he said, "farewell to the old, what do you think?"
Xu new year frowned, inexplicably think of the first big brother knife cut superior, he went to prison to visit, big brother once said: I'm not impulsive, I just want peace of mind.
In retrospect, everything he did later was just for peace of mind.
Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: "just for peace of mind."
Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, glanced at the crowd: "remember this sentence, no matter what height you can go in the future, I hope you will keep it in mind, just for peace of mind."After his departure, Xu returns to his home in the new year, thinking about what he heard in the daytime.
Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table and asked, "mother, where's my elder brother?"
His aunt ignored him.
"I'm here..."
in the side yard, Xu Qi'an waved.
"Don't wait for him at home," he said in a low voice
Xu new year examined the elder brother: "what's wrong with tifuxiang?"
"The point is not Fuxiang, the point is 8000 Liang. My aunt is like Xianglin's sister-in-law today. She mumbles all day..."
while talking, Xu Qi'an pinches her eyebrows and has a headache.
Who is xianglingsao..... Xu Xinnian muttered. Then he raised his chin and said faintly, "I just want to talk to my elder brother."
"What?" Xu Qian asked.
"Life and death, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.
If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them. It sounds like sarcasm... Xu Qi'an nodded, eh.
Fu Xiang's body has been buried. He specially brought Zhong Li back. Then he took Chu Caiwei with him and found a good Cemetery outside the capital for burial.
By chance, I heard Chu Caiwei talk about it. Since he came back from Jianzhou, Yang Qianhuan fell in love with storytelling and talked about what he had done in Jianzhou.
The younger martial brothers of Si Tianjian cheered and praised elder martial brother Yang for being unique in the world.
Yang Qianhuan is very happy.
However, as Xu Qi'an's story of redeeming himself in Jiaofang Department reached Si Tianjian, Yang Qianhuan didn't like to tell stories. These days, people of Jiaofang Department saw a white shadow from time to time.
After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the little brother's room and said, "write me the living records of the former Emperor that you have written down these days."
After drinking Anshen soup in the new year, Xu was about to have a rest. He pushed and said, "wait for me to remember more."
"No, you can't remember too much. You'll sift through some details that you think are not important. Last time I saw Yuanjing's daily life record, I noticed your fault." Xu Qian is not happy.
"What's the problem?" Xu Erlang doesn't think his approach is wrong.
has the final say, "I has the final say, not your final say." Xu Qi'an went to the table, spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged:
"come here quickly, elder brother will polish your ink in person."
Xu Xinnian was helpless. He went to his desk and sat down. He picked up a pen to write. In recent days, he read a lot of the living records of the late emperor, which he kept in mind.
If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed delete some dialogues that he thinks are meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too heavy.
But now if he writes, he can restore what he wrote down.
"Xu Er Lang gently put down his brush for half an hour
PS: ask for a monthly pass.
It's worth 8000 taels to sell one's life...... the Huakui of Ming inkstone has a lot of emotions, such as gratification, joy and jealousy. The mood of Huakui is just as complicated. Eight thousand taels is enough to buy a luxury mansion in the luxury area of the inner city. The name of Jiaofang is called Xiaojin cave, but it is rare to spend eight thousand taels to redeem a famous prostitute. The officials dare not, but the merchants and the rich do. Maybe the silver Gong did it. He played it down lightly and put down 8000 taels of silver. What makes the women feel deeply is that the daydream is extremely ill and time is running out. So this 8000 taels of silver is just the wish of a woman in the dust. Which man in the world can do this for a woman like them? Xu Yinluo is different from other men..... The hearts of all Huakui are softening, and they are looking at the young people in Confucian robes. "Xu Lang......" looking at the deed of sale on the table, Fu Xiang began to smile with tears on her face. This is what I owe you... Xu Qi'an sat by the bed and sighed. Floating fragrance soft looking at him, pretty face red, choked: "you don't have to come, I, I'm not good-looking now." Xu Qi'an reached out and touched her cheek with a complicated look. "I have another wish." Fuxiang turned his head, looked at the flowers and said, "I want to offer a dance for Xu Lang at last. I sincerely ask my sisters to accompany me." The flowers nodded. Fu Xiang smiles and then looks at Xu Qi'an: "Xu Lang, you go to the outer hall and wait for a moment..." after she leaves, Fu Xiang changes into a gorgeous red skirt embroidered with red plum blossoms. Mei'er combs her hair, puts on a bun and puts on luxurious hair accessories. eyebrow pencil depicted exquisite radian, lipstick smeared flame red lips, blush let her pale face restore color. Fu Xiang gazes at the gorgeous beauty in the mirror and smiles. Six years ago, a gorgeous girl came to the Department of Jiaofang. She fell into the dust as the daughter of a crime minister, but with a special purpose. She practiced piano skills and studied poetry. She became the flower leader of the Department of teaching and learning, and her fame spread far and wide. Six years later, it's time for her to end her life, but a young man broke into her world, like a light, splitting the dark sky. At the end of the journey, the young man was not absent, drawing a happy ending for her. Fuxiang got up, carried her skirt and ran out of the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor. It was like running through a period of six years. At the end, she met him. In the hall, the music of silk and bamboo pipes is melodious. Red dress solo. Graceful as a bird, graceful as a dragon. In the end, she sat down in Xu Qi'an's arms. The beauty in her arms raised her head, her face was full of tears, and she was sad: "Xu Lang, I'm going to leave, and later...". what I hope is to leave a trace in your heart; what I fear is that I'm insignificant and forget in a moment. Xu Qi'an hugged her and said in a soft voice, "in the future, I won't come to Jiaofang." Rise for you, and die for you. For Xu Qian, this is also the end of a certain journey in his life. Fuxiang laughs. It's as bright and moving as ever, and graceful as plum blossom. A wisp of ghost floated away, curling away into the distance. In the hall, Mingyan, Xiaoya and other Huakui sobbed in a low voice with tears. After the death of Fuxiang Huakui, a famous prostitute, she completely washed away her life and bid farewell to her career as a teacher. But her ending was not bleak. Xu Qi'an appeared in the Department of Jiaofang today, and spent 8000 taels of silver to redeem her and help her get rid of her humble status. The news spread all over the parish. Spend eight thousand taels to redeem a woman who is critically ill. Even the script can't write such a story. Compared with Xu Qi'an, he spends a lot of money just for the sake of beauty. Those talented scholars in the storybook often describe a heart, which is pale and powerless. For a moment, all the women in the Department of Jiaofang were talking about Xu Qi'an, the legendary Dafeng silver Gong and the former silver Gong. Jiaofangsi has always been a transfer station for rumors. In just two days, almost all the customers who are qualified to spend in jiaofangsi know about it. In this era, the love stories of the poor scholar and the rich family, and the love stories of the gifted scholar and the famous prostitute can be regarded as two enduring themes. Anyone who hears about it can't help praising Qi'an's love and righteousness, and they are fond of talking about it and spreading it. It's spread from one story to another. The common people, the merchants and the officialdom all take it as a conversation after dinner. ... when Wang Shoufu was having dinner this morning, he heard his second son chattering about this rumor."Eight thousand taels of silver, if you let me run it, I can double it in less than a year. Elder brother, do you think that Xu Qi'an is stupid? It's just for the sake of beauty. "It's just that he's terminally ill. These eight thousand taels will not be wasted." Aware of his father's coming in, Prince Wang immediately cut off the topic and lowered his head to drink porridge. The Wang family had a strict family education, and advocated no words in food and no words in sleep. Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, took a sip of porridge, looked at his second son and asked, "what did you say just now?" Wang Er Ge muttered: "no, nothing..." Wang Shoufu waved his hand: "just say, well, it's related to Xu Qi'an?" Seeing that his father was not displeased, the second elder brother Wang said, "the Fuxiang Huakui of the Jiaofang department is critically ill, and there is no remedy. Xu Qi'an spent 8000 Liang to redeem her, just for the sake of beauty's long cherished wish. It's ridiculous." After the review, he asked cautiously, "father, what do you think?" Wang Shoufu didn't pay attention and finished his porridge in silence. Wang Er Ge didn't get his father's affirmation and was disappointed. Well, my father never talks about people's right and wrong behind his back, but he certainly thinks the same way. Wang Shoufu finished his porridge, took the handkerchief from his maid, wiped his mouth, and then wiped his hands. He said faintly, "if you can spend 8000 Liang to redeem yourself for a dying woman, I respect you for being a hero." He was stunned. ... Haoqi building. "I didn't see it, but he was the seed of infatuation." Nangong qianrou holds her tea cup and smiles. She can't tell whether it's sarcasm or praise. "It's not necessarily infatuated, but it's true." Wei Yuan stood on the platform, wide sleeves floating, casual comments. A few seconds later, he suddenly turned back, slightly depressed, said: "previously I deducted his salary for three months, where do you think he got so much silver?" Nangong qianrou looks at her adoptive father. Wei Yuan sighed: "life in the world, but for peace of mind." The Imperial Academy. The scholars were sitting in the classroom. Before the academician came, they were sitting in their respective positions and chatting. "Xu Yinluo is so affectionate and righteous that he spent 8000 Liang to redeem himself for Fuxiang." "Fu Xiang has long been terminally ill, and there is no cure for the stone. Maybe Yinluo is willing to pay for the money, just because she can get rid of her humble family before she dies." Although Xu Qian has resigned, the outside world is still used to call him Xu Yinluo. What eight thousand taels, what redemption? After listening to my colleagues' confused words, what did I do? Why did my elder brother do earth shaking things, but I, a younger brother, didn't know? Because of the rapid rise in love with Wang simu, he made a date when he had time. Xu Erlang had long stopped going to the Jiaofang department, so the news lagged behind, and he didn't know about the redemption of 8000 Liang. "But I heard that many people are laughing at him. How can a dying man be worth eight thousand taels? Xu Yinluo was impulsive for a moment, and now I'm afraid I regret it. " "I also heard that Xu Yinluo was gaining fame." Others hold different views. Thanks to Xu Erlang, he is still in a state of ignorance, otherwise these ordinary people will be suspected of life. At this time, the cough rang out from the door, and the stern academician, holding the book, entered the classroom. The poor men were silent at once. Ma Xiuwen, the academician of the Imperial Academy, is famous for his rigid and serious attitude. He does not form a party or engage in political activities. If you want to say that the officialdom is perfect, he really has a firm place in the court where the party struggle is fierce. However, he has not moved his position as a Bachelor of Hanlin Academy for decades. The most impressive impression of the officials and scholars of the Imperial Academy was that they were indifferent and calm. Just like the plaque hanging in his hall: just for peace of mind. At the end of a class, Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, looked around the crowd and said with a smile: "what a scholar reads is not a book, but the truth in a book. However, the truth is not only in the book, but also outside the book. I heard that you were discussing that Xu Yinluo spent 8000 Liang to redeem himself for Huakui, the Secretary of Jiaofang. After a long discussion, what reason can you come up with? " What's the point? "Love and righteousness?" "Money like dirt?" The wise men guessed. Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, shook his head with a smile. His eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, and he said, "farewell to the old, what do you think?" Xu new year frowned, inexplicably think of the first big brother knife cut superior, he went to prison to visit, big brother once said: I'm not impulsive, I just want peace of mind. In retrospect, everything he did later was just for peace of mind. Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice: "just for peace of mind." Ma Xiuwen, the academician of Hanlin academy, glanced at the crowd: "remember this sentence, no matter what height you can go in the future, I hope you will keep it in mind, just for peace of mind."After his departure, Xu returns to his home in the new year, thinking about what he heard in the daytime. Entering the inner hall, I saw my mother sitting at the table and asked, "mother, where's my elder brother?" His aunt ignored him. "I'm here..." in the side yard, Xu Qi'an waved. "Don't wait for him at home," he said in a low voice Xu new year examined the elder brother: "what's wrong with tifuxiang?" "The point is not Fuxiang, the point is 8000 Liang. My aunt is like Xianglin's sister-in-law today. She mumbles all day..." while talking, Xu Qi'an pinches her eyebrows and has a headache. Who is xianglingsao..... Xu Xinnian muttered. Then he raised his chin and said faintly, "I just want to talk to my elder brother." "What?" Xu Qian asked. "Life and death, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted. If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them. It sounds like sarcasm... Xu Qi'an nodded, eh. Fu Xiang's body has been buried. He specially brought Zhong Li back. Then he took Chu Caiwei with him and found a good Cemetery outside the capital for burial. By chance, I heard Chu Caiwei talk about it. Since he came back from Jianzhou, Yang Qianhuan fell in love with storytelling and talked about what he had done in Jianzhou. The younger martial brothers of Si Tianjian cheered and praised elder martial brother Yang for being unique in the world. Yang Qianhuan is very happy. However, as Xu Qi'an's story of redeeming himself in Jiaofang Department reached Si Tianjian, Yang Qianhuan didn't like to tell stories. These days, people of Jiaofang Department saw a white shadow from time to time. After dinner, Xu Qi'an knocked on the door of the little brother's room and said, "write me the living records of the former Emperor that you have written down these days." After drinking Anshen soup in the new year, Xu was about to have a rest. He pushed and said, "wait for me to remember more." "No, you can't remember too much. You'll sift through some details that you think are not important. Last time I saw Yuanjing's daily life record, I noticed your fault." Xu Qian is not happy. "What's the problem?" Xu Erlang doesn't think his approach is wrong. has the final say, "I has the final say, not your final say." Xu Qi'an went to the table, spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and urged: "come here quickly, elder brother will polish your ink in person." Xu Xinnian was helpless. He went to his desk and sat down. He picked up a pen to write. In recent days, he read a lot of the living records of the late emperor, which he kept in mind. If he writes again in a few days, he will indeed delete some dialogues that he thinks are meaningless, otherwise the workload will be too heavy. But now if he writes, he can restore what he wrote down. "Xu Er Lang gently put down his brush for half an hour PS: ask for a monthly pass.
