Xu Er Lang remained silent. Xu Pingzhi stared at the middle-aged man and shook his head. "It was just a random poem. I heard that young master say he's not good at calligraphy and asked this young man to write for him."

Xu Er Shu was an experienced person and took a bystander's attitude, distancing himself from his nephew and son.

Everyone immediately looked at Xu Xinnian. Xu Er Lang snorted and had a cold attitude towards strangers, not bothering to answer them.

His attitude made the middle-aged man who asked the question annoyed and embarrassed. He turned and went back to his original position.

Xu Pingzhi, who originally planned to stay here, secretly gave his son a look, and the two of them left the Yingmei small pavilion one after another.

"It's not good to stay here any longer. It won't be good if people find out that the three of us have a relationship," Xu Pingzhi instructed his son.

"I understand," Xu Xinnian nodded, and after speaking, he shivered in the cold wind.

There was charcoal fire for warmth inside the room. Coming out, the temperature difference was huge, and people couldn't help but shiver.

Xu Pingzhi looked at his son and said, "If we were staying at the Yingmei small pavilion, those maids... would only need one or two silvers. If we're going to another courtyard to find other women instead of maids, the low price is five taels of silver, including the money for tea and snacks."

At this point, Xu Pingzhi paused, seeing that his son did not habitually ask him why he knew so clearly, he felt relieved and strange at the same time.

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Xu Er Shu took out a piece of official silver from his pocket, a standard silver, weighing five taels.

"Er Lang, take the silver," Xu's family was bankrupt due to the tax and silver case. Even after a month, Xu Pingzhi managed to get a lot of silver through gray channels, but overall, they were still relatively tight.

Xu Er Shu didn't think his son could come up with five taels of silver.

Xu Xinnian was slightly moved and whispered, "Dad, what about you?"

Xu Er Shu smiled indifferently, "When your father was in the refining realm, he wasn't afraid of the cold or heat. Even if he slept on the roadside for a night, it didn't matter. Your body can't withstand the cold wind at night."

Xu Xinnian clenched his hands in his sleeves, slightly bowed his back, enduring the cold wind, and stared at the five taels of silver in a daze. After a while, his voice became hoarse and said, "I don't want it."

Xu Er Shu insisted that his son take it.

In the struggle, with a snap, a piece of official silver fell out of Xu Xinnian's arms, not too much or too little, exactly five taels.

...Father and son looked at the silver on the ground and fell into silence.

On the other side, the maid pushed open the door to the main bedroom and signaled Xu Qian to enter, but she didn't plan to go in herself.

"Young Master Yang, please come in!"

As soon as the folding screen door opened, a warm fragrance rushed over. The floor was covered with expensive silk carpets, which not only cost a lot but also required a lot of manpower.

The carpet was embroidered with blue lotus flowers and clusters of auspicious clouds. When a woman walked on it, lotuses bloomed with each step. When a wealthy man walked on it, he walked on a blue cloud.

Her thoughts were intricate.

A three-fold screen that copied the famous painting "Rain Hitting Banana Trees" separated the sleeping area and the brocade hall. A beautiful young woman knelt on the small bed in front of the screen, and a phoenix-tailed zither was placed on the small stool beside her.

She was wearing a thin gauze dress, her skin was as smooth as jade, and it was faintly visible. She smiled and looked towards the door.

Their eyes met, and she lowered her head slightly, with a shy smile on her lips.It was the most gentle of all, like a shy water lily swaying in the cool breeze... Xu Qi'an remembered this line of poetry in his mind.

During the drinking game, he was as elegant as a young lady, and when he leaned over, he was charming and seductive... This was the charm that only women from the Official Brothel Sector could cultivate.

Xu Qi'an was two heads taller than her.

"Young master?" The courtesan giggled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Because you are too beautiful... Xu Qi'an sighed, "I've heard that Miss Fu Xiang has an extraordinary beauty that is rarely seen in the world. I didn't believe it before, but now I do. Even if you were said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, I would believe it."

"Don't tease me, young master Yang." Fu Xiang pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, and smiled with joy in her eyes, clearly very happy.

...

In the tea room next door, Zhao Gongzi drank a whole pot of tea, and his bladder protested twice before he couldn't hold it anymore.

Was he here to drink tea?

Zhao Gongzi left the tea room full of complaints and headed towards the main bedroom, but was stopped by a maid at the door.

"I've been waiting in the tea room for a long time. Why hasn't Miss Fu Xiang seen me yet?" Zhao Gongzi asked the maid.

"Don't be angry, sir. The lady has already chosen someone else," the maid replied.

"!!!" Zhao Gongzi felt like he had been hit by several thunderbolts on his forehead and then became angry. He shouted loudly, "Miss Fu Xiang clearly chose me. Why did she suddenly change her mind and play with people? If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being impolite."

His fierce tone and menacing words made the maid scared, and she subconsciously wanted to call the guards in the courtyard.

"Ping'er, since Zhao Gongzi is not convinced, take the poem out and let him see it," came the charming voice of the courtesan from inside the room.

The maid cautiously looked at Zhao Gongzi, opened the sliding door a crack that allowed only one person to pass through, and slipped inside.

A few seconds later, she slipped out again and handed the announcement paper to Zhao Gongzi.

After scanning it quickly, an angry expression froze on Zhao Gongzi's face, then slowly dissipated, replaced by shock, disbelief...

He stood there for a long time, and when he loosened his fingers, the announcement paper slowly drifted down.

...

The guests outside were surprised to see Zhao Gongzi coming out.

Was it over?!

His expression made them realize that something was wrong. He had been kicked out.

"Zhao Xiong, what's wrong with you?" A young man dressed like a scholar immediately stepped forward, seemingly concerned but actually gossiping.

The maid called that guy surnamed Yang earlier, and not long after, Zhao Gongzi came out in a daze.

Obviously, he had been intercepted and robbed of the plump peony.

Zhao Gongzi, dressed in a green robe, glanced slowly at the crowd and murmured, "The fragrant flowers wither and fall, leaving only the charming garden..."

The crowd's hearts stirred, knowing that he was reciting the poem from earlier.

"...Taking in all the charm, the little garden is alone in the spring breeze."At this moment, Zhao Gongzi had already walked into the courtyard, and the guests involuntarily followed behind him, listening.

"The sparse shadows slant across the clear shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk..."

The guests did not keep up and stayed in place, and the air fell into a brief silence.

No one spoke for a long time.

After a while, a scholar with tears in his eyes and trembling lips said, "This poem has embarrassed the plum poets of all ages... Everyone, I will take my leave first. I want to spread this poem to other places."

"I will also take my leave. How can I not participate in making the Great Feng Poetry Society famous?"

The guests dispersed in a commotion, eager to attend another tea gathering at a different place and then shock everyone with this amazing poem.