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, then giggled, "Is Young Master inexperienced?"
Thinking of this possibility, her body softened.
No, in my previous life, I have also experienced women … It's just that I have never slept with a stunning beauty like you … Xu Qi 'an muttered to himself, "Miss Fu Xiang, have you ever heard of a divine technique?"
"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 smiled and stepped back, thinking that he wanted to play.
Three seconds later …
"Snore, snore."
Fu Xiang pushed him, "Young Master Yang …"
"Snore, snore …"
Fu Xiang, "???"
…
At night, Xu Qi'an was jolted awake. 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, at dawn, Xu Qi'an's biological clock naturally woke up, and he felt something heavy pressing on his body. When he opened his eyes to take a look, Hua Kui was sleeping soundly right next to him, with a long white leg on his waist and a snow white arm resting on his chest.
Xu Qi'an carefully moved her hands and feet away. He got out of bed and quickly put on his clothes. When he was tidying up his clothes, he angrily realized that the banknotes in his wallet were gone.
The only thing left in the money bag was an exquisite jade mirror no bigger than a palm.
Xu Qi'an's first reaction was that the maidservants in Ying Mei's pavilion had stolen the banknotes while he was asleep. This was not impossible.
Yang Ling was just a Xiucai. Although his social status was not low, what was the Musical House? It was an official brothel, backed 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 out, no customer would dare to spend money here … Xu Qi'an judged that the Courtesan Lady should not have known about it. It was the maidservant who was greedy and could not resist the temptation of the banknotes.
He regretted his carelessness for not keeping the banknotes safe. He walked to the bed, intending to wake Fu Xiang up.
But at this moment, his eyes glanced at the mirror, and Xu Qi'an's face suddenly froze.
On the originally clean jade mirror, there seemed to be something more. Looking closely, he found that it was a few looming banknotes.
The texture was faint, like a painting carved in the mirror.
What？ There was a row of black question marks in Xu Qi'an's mind.
"How did my banknotes get into the mirror? This is my hard-earned money … Spit it out, or I will smash you …"
He held the small jade mirror and shook it hard, pretending to tip it over.
"Clatter …" With a sound, the banknotes 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 f * cking treasure? Is it my luck, or that Taoist priest deliberately gave me the mirror?
If it is the latter, what is his purpose? Why did he give me the treasure and discover my inexplicable luck?
How is it possible? Even Cai Wei, the Celestial Commissioner, 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 banknotes first."
Xu Qi'an hid the jade mirror in his arms and put the banknotes 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 got up, his wife would also get up, but this guest was a bit strange, sneaking out alone.
"No, no, I am afraid that she will scold me for being worse than a beast …" Xu Qi'an said calmly, "I have something urgent."
…
A few hours later, in the Xu Mansion.
Xu Xinnian and Xu Pingzhi sat in the study, with hot tea at hand. Xu Pingzhi was full of energy and did not look tired.
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 this problem is, how do you kidnap the daughter of the Mighty Marquis's concubine?" Xu Xinnian pointed out the key point and hit the nail on the head.
"If we can't solve this problem, this plan will not succeed."
The second Uncle Xu said thoughtfully, "First send someone to watch, and then find a chance to do it. The daughter of the Mighty Marquis's concubine will certainly 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 will be difficult to kidnap her in public. Once the patrolling Imperial Saber Guards are provoked, we will suffer the consequences. And at night, it is impossible for 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 flowerbed and found a servant fainted in the flowerbed. He hurriedly went 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. Facing Mr. Zhang's question, he scratched his head.
"I was boiling water for Dalang just now. 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?"
"A little headache."
"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, and Daibun won'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 Daibun's 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, "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's men in white.
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