Chapter 280

The maids boiled hot water and Xu Qi 'an braced himself as they helped him bathe. When he took off his clothes piece by piece, what appeared before the two maids was a tall, fit, and masculine body.

His muscles were smooth, full, and full, exuding the charm of a strong man.

The two maids were not inexperienced. They were veterans who had served many high-ranking officials as they bathed. Some had big bellies, some were skinny, and some were muscular … Young Master Yang's well-proportioned and fit body that didn't lack explosive power was too rare for them to see.

This was the magical power of the peak of the Spirit Refinement realm. The body was in the most suitable state for combat, without excess fat, and the muscles would not expand too much and affect flexibility.

When Xu Qi 'an came to the bed with only a pair of underwear, bare-chested, the Courtesan Lady, who was draped in a thin gauze dress, sat on the brocade couch like a duck. Her eyes instantly blurred as she stared at Xu Qi' an's chest and abdominal muscles.

The maids consciously left the master bedroom. Xu Qi 'an lifted the embroidered mandarin duck quilt. Just as he got in, Fu Xiang stuck close to him and hooked her hands around his neck. Her plump and soft body hung on his. She breathed into Xu Qi' an's ear and said, "Official."

A delicate fragrance drilled into his nose. Xu Qi 'an, an honest man who never went to the brothel, had a serious expression on his face and his body tensed up.

The Courtesan Lady was surprised for a moment and smiled sweetly, "Is Young Master inexperienced?"

Thinking of this possibility, her body softened.

No, I also experienced women in my previous life … I just haven't slept with a stunning beauty like you … Xu Qi 'an pondered and said, "Miss Fu Xiang, have you heard of a divine skill?"

"What divine skill?"

"You can fall asleep after touching the pillow for three seconds."

"… Haha, I don't believe it."

"Then stay away from me, I'll show you."

The Courtesan Lady retreated with a smile on her face, thinking that he wanted to play with her.

Three seconds later …

"Snore, snore."

Fu Xiang pushed him, "Young Master Yang …"

"Snore, snore …"

Fu Xiang, "???"

…

At night, Xu Qi 'an woke up with a start. After a silent sigh, he heard the drawn-out breathing beside him and felt the soft and smooth body that was pressed against him. He forced himself to fall asleep again with great determination.

The next day, in the morning, Xu Qi 'an's biological clock naturally woke up. He felt something heavy on his body. He opened his eyes and saw that Hua Kui was sleeping soundly next to him. Hua Kui's long white leg was on his waist, and her snow-white arm was on his chest.

Xu Qi 'an carefully moved her hands and feet away. He got up and quickly put on his clothes. When he dressed, he angrily found that the notes in his money bag were gone.

The only thing left in the money bag was an exquisite jade mirror that was no bigger than a palm.

Xu Qi 'an's first thought was that the servant girl in Ying Mei's pavilion had stolen the banknotes while he was asleep. This was not impossible.

Xu Qi 'an was just a Xiucai. Although his social status was not low, the Musical House was a brothel run by the government and supported by the Ministry of Rites.

She was just a Xiucai. She stole the money and refused to admit it. What could Xu Qi 'an do?

The Musical House did not care about its reputation.

It did not care about its reputation, but Miss Fu Xiang did. If this matter was spread, no customer would dare to spend money here … Xu Qi 'an judged that the Courtesan Lady did not know about it. It was the maid who was tempted by the money and could not resist the temptation of the notes.

He regretted his carelessness for not keeping the notes well. He walked to the bed and tried to wake Fu Xiang up.

But at this moment, when he glanced at the mirror, Xu Qi 'an's face suddenly froze.

There was something on the originally clean jade mirror. Upon closer inspection, it was a few silver notes that were faintly discernible.

The texture was faint, like a painting carved in the mirror.

What？ Xu Qi 'an had a row of black question marks in his mind.

How did my banknotes end up in the mirror? This is my hard-earned money … Spit it out, or I'll smash you into pieces …

He held the small jade mirror and shook it hard, pretending to tip it over.

"Clatter …" With a sound, the notes appeared out of thin air, drifted in the air for a moment, and slowly fell to the ground.

In the silent room, Xu Qi 'an held the mirror and did not speak for a long time.

"So, this mirror is really a treasure?" "Is it my luck, or did the Taoist priest deliberately give me the mirror?"

"If it's the latter, what's his purpose? Why did he give me the treasure and discover my inexplicable luck?"

"How is it possible? Even the Celestial Commissioner, Cai Wei, who is proficient in Qi-watching, did not discover my uniqueness … Taoist priest, I am not familiar with the Taoist system at all."

After a while, he sucked in a cold breath as if his teeth were sore.

"This inexplicable gift makes me feel uneasy … Hiss, I should pick up the notes first."

Xu Qi 'an hid the jade mirror in his arms and put the notes in his purse, keeping them separately. Then he quietly left the room and enjoyed his breakfast under the service of the maids.

"Young Master, don't you wait for your wife to wake up?" asked the little maid.

"Usually, when a guest gets up, his wife will also get up, but this guest is a bit strange, sneaking out alone."

"No, no, I'm afraid she will scold me for being worse than a beast …" Xu Qi 'an said calmly, "I have an urgent matter."

…

A few hours later, in the Xu Mansion.

Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi sat in the study, with hot tea in their hands. Xu Pingzhi was full of energy and did not seem tired at all.

Xu Erlang looked a little depressed.

Neither father nor son spoke, and tacitly did not mention what happened last night, as if no one had been to the Musical House.

The silent atmosphere was a bit stiff, until the arrival of Xu Qi 'an broke the awkward atmosphere between the father and son.

"Why did you go for so long and take a bath as soon as you came back? Can't you take a bath in the Musical House?" The second Uncle Xu raised his eyebrows and complained.

Xu Xinnian coughed and did not want to listen to his father talk about the Musical House. He said, "Did you get anything?"

The second Uncle Xu immediately stopped complaining and put on a posture of listening carefully.

Xu Qi 'an told them about the news he had received from Fu Xiang and told them about his plan.

"The core of the problem is, how do you kidnap the daughter of the Mighty Marquis's concubine?" Xu Xinnian pointed out the key and hit the nail on the head.

"If we can't solve this problem, the plan can't succeed."

The second Uncle Xu pondered and said, "First send someone to keep an eye on her, and then find a chance to do it. The daughter of the Mighty Marquis's concubine must be accompanied when she travels, but not too many. After all, she is not the daughter of the first wife. We can create chaos and then take the opportunity to kidnap her. "

The two brothers, Xu Qi 'an, listened. In terms of dealing with affairs, the second Uncle Xu had more experience.

"But if we do it during the day, it is difficult to kidnap her under the watchful eyes of the public. Once the patrolling Imperial Saber Guards are provoked, we will suffer the consequences. And at night, it is impossible for the two of us to break into the mansion at night. "

Xu Qi 'an smiled mysteriously. "What if I can solve this problem?"

…

In the front hall of the Xu Mansion, the gatekeeper, Mr. Zhang, passed by the flower bed and found a servant fainted in the flower bed. He hurriedly went forward to check and found that he just fainted.

Mr. Zhang shook the servant and asked, "Why did you faint here?"

The servant looked blank for a moment and seemed to remember who he was and where he was. In the face of Mr. Zhang's inquiry, he scratched his head.

"I was just boiling water for Dalang. He was taking a bath in the room. I only remembered that Dalang suddenly called me into the room … and then I couldn't remember."

The gatekeeper, Mr. Zhang, looked at the servant for a moment. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts a little."

"Does your butt hurt?"

"… No."

Mr. Zhang and the servant looked at each other and felt relieved.

…

The Celestial Commissioner, Song Qing, with increasingly serious dark circles under his eyes, was lying on the table. There were bottles and jars on the table.

He didn't do alchemy experiments today. Instead, he was writing at the table.

"Why will the grafted fruit be better? What mysterious rules of heaven and earth are involved in it? If the grafted fruit is indeed better, then I can graft a man and a horse together. Then, Daibun doesn't need to worry about the shortage of war horses.

"Every soldier is a horse. They can run long distances and fight bravely. This will improve the combat ability of the Daibun army …"

The more he wrote, the more excited he became. His whole face was glowing.

At this time, a man in white came in and shouted excitedly, "Senior Brother Song, the alchemy genius Xu Qi 'an is here. He wants to see you."

Alchemy genius was the nickname given to Xu Qi 'an by the Celestial Commissioner in white.