Chapter 808

"An indenture worth 8,000 taels …" The Courtesan Ming Yan's eyes froze, and she could not help but feel gratified, happy, jealous, and other emotions.

The other courtesans also had mixed feelings. 8,000 taels was enough to buy a luxurious mansion in a luxurious area in the inner city. The Musical House was known as a money-squandering establishment, but it was rare to see a prostitute spend 8,000 taels to redeem herself.

Officials did not dare to do so, but businessmen and rich people were reluctant to spend so much money.

But Xu Yinluo did it. He casually put down 8,000 taels of silver.

What touched the Courtesans the most was that Lady Fu Xiang was terminally ill and didn't have much time left. Therefore, the 8,000 taels of silver was just to buy the wish of a prostitute.

In the world, which man could do this for women like them?

"Xu Yinluo is different from other men …" The hearts of the courtesans were about to melt, and they looked at the young man in a scholar's robe in a daze.

"Xu Lang …"

Looking at the indenture on the table, Fu Xiang laughed with tears all over her face.

"I owe you …" Xu Qi 'an sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

Fu Xiang looked at him softly, blushed, and choked with sobs, "You don't have to come. I, I don't look good now."

Xu Qi 'an reached out and touched her cheek. His expression was a little complicated.

"I still have a wish."

Fu Xiang turned her head, looked at the courtesans, and said, "I want to perform a dance for Xu Lang, and I beg you to accompany me."

The courtesans nodded.

Fu Xiang smiled, and then looked at Xu Qi'an. "Xu Lang, go to the outer hall and wait for a moment …"

After they left, Fu Xiang changed into a gorgeous red dress embroidered with red plum blossoms. Mei combed her hair, coiled it into a bun, and put on luxurious hair accessories.

The eyebrow pencil drew a delicate arc, the lipstick applied to her red lips, and the blush restored color to her pale face.

Floating Incense gazed at the peerless beauty in the mirror and smiled.

Six years ago, a stunning girl came to the Musical House. She fell into prostitution with the identity of the daughter of a sinner, but she had a special purpose.

She diligently practiced her zither skills and studied poetry. Eventually, she became the most popular courtesan in the Musical House, and her beauty spread far and wide.

Six years passed in a flash, and she should have ended this life, but a young man broke into her world, like a light, splitting the dark sky.

At the end of this journey, the young man did not miss it, and drew a happy ending for her.

Floating Incense gracefully got up, lifted the hem of her dress, and ran out the door. From the master bedroom to the outer hall, she ran through the long corridor. It was as if she had run through six years of time, and at the finish line, she met him.

In the hall, the music was melodious.

Dancing in the red dress.



In the end, she fell into Xu Qi 'an's arms.

The beauty in his arms raised her head. Her face was already full of tears and she looked extremely miserable. "Xu Lang, I'm leaving. In the future …"

What I want is to leave a mark on your heart. What I fear is that I am insignificant and will be forgotten in a moment.

Xu Qi 'an held her in his arms and whispered, "Don't come to the Musical House anymore."

For Xu Qi'an, this was also the end of a journey in his life.

Fu Xiang smiled. She had never shown such a beautiful and charming smile, like a plum blossom.

Fu Xiang smiled. She had never shown such a beautiful and moving smile, like a graceful and graceful plum blossom.

In the hall, Ming Yan, Xiaoya, and other courtesans wept in a low voice, tears streaming down their cheeks.

In the hall, Ming Yan, Xiao Ya, and the other courtesans were sobbing softly, tears streaming down their faces.

Fu Xiang, the courtesan, was dead, and the other courtesans were sobbing in a low voice, tears streaming down their cheeks.

But her ending was not miserable. Xu Qi'an appeared in the Musical House today, spent 8,000 taels of silver to redeem her, and helped her get rid of her status as a prostitute.

But her ending was not miserable. Today, Xu Qi 'an appeared in the Musical House and spent eight thousand taels of silver to redeem her freedom and help her get rid of her lowly status. Spending 8,000 taels of silver to redeem a terminally ill courtesan, even a novel could not write such a plot.

Spending eight thousand taels to redeem a terminally ill prostitute, even if it was a story, it would not be possible to write such a plot.

Compared with Xu Qi'an, he spent a lot of money just to fulfill the wish of a beauty. The descriptions of the gifted scholars in the stories, who would easily cut out a heart at every turn, were pale and powerless.

For a time, all the women in the Musical House were talking about Xu Qi'an, the legendary Daibun Silver Gong, the former Silver Gong.

The Musical House had always been a transfer station for rumors. In just two days, almost all the guests who were qualified to spend money in the Musical House knew about it.

In this era, the love story of a poor scholar and a rich girl, and the love story of a gifted scholar and a famous prostitute were two enduring themes.

Anyone who heard about it could not help but praise Xu Qi'an for his love and loyalty, and they talked about it with great interest and spread it out.

From one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, the common people, the merchant class, and the officialdom all took it as a gossip.

…

While Grand Secretary Wang was eating breakfast this morning, he heard his second son chattering endlessly about this street rumor.

"Eight thousand taels of silver, if I run it, I can double it in less than a year. Big brother, don't you think Xu Qi 'an is a fool? If he only wanted to win the heart of a beautiful woman, then that's fine.

"It just so happens that he's terminally ill. These eight thousand taels of silver are going to be wasted."

Noticing that his father came in, the second son of the Wang family immediately stopped talking and lowered his head to eat porridge.

The Wang family was strict and advocated not to talk during meals.

Wang Shoufu sat down at the table, drank a mouthful of porridge, looked at his second son, and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Wang Erge stammered, "No, nothing …"

Wang Shoufu waved his hand, "Just say it. Well, is it related to Xu Qi'an?"

Seeing that his father was not displeased, Wang Erge said, "The top courtesan of the Musical House, Fu Xiang, is terminally ill, and no medicine can cure her. Xu Qi'an spent eight thousand taels of silver to redeem her, just to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the beauty. It's really ridiculous."

After commenting, he asked cautiously, "Father, what do you think?"

Wang Shoufu did not respond and quietly finished the porridge.

Wang Erge was a little disappointed that his father did not approve of him.

Well, his father never talked about people behind their backs, but his thoughts must be the same.

Wang Shoufu finished the porridge, took the handkerchief handed by the maid to wipe his mouth, and then wiped his hands, and said lightly, "If you can spend eight thousand taels of silver to redeem a dying woman, I will respect you as a good man."

Wang Erge was stunned and dumbfounded.

…

In the Haoqi Building.

"I didn't know that he was an infatuated man."

Nangong Qianrou held the teacup and smiled, and it was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or praise.

"He may not be infatuated, but he is really affectionate."

Wei Yuan stood on the overlook, with his wide sleeves fluttering, and casually commented.

A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around and said with a little depression, "I deducted his salary for three months before, where do you think he got so much silver?"

"Why did you deduct his salary for no reason …" Nangong Qianrou gave his adoptive father a look.

Wei Yuan lamented, "One only needs peace of mind in life."

…

Hanlin Academy.

The concubines sat in the classroom. The Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy had not arrived yet, so the concubines sat in their respective seats and chatted.

"Xu Yinluo is really affectionate and righteous, spending eight thousand taels of silver to redeem Fu Xiang."

"Fu Xiang is already beyond cure, but Xu Yinluo is still willing to fork out silver just so that she can leave her lowly status before she dies."

Although Xu Qi'an had resigned, the outside world was still used to calling him Xu Yinluo.

What eight thousand taels of silver, what redeem? Listening to his colleagues whispering to each other, Xu Cijiu was confused, thinking, "What earth-shattering thing did my eldest brother do this time?

Why do I, as his younger brother, not know that my eldest brother did something earth-shattering? "

Because the relationship between him and Simu Wang was very fast, and they took time to date each other, Xu Erlang had not gone to the Musical House for a long time, so the news was lagging behind, and he did not know about the eight thousand taels of silver.

"But I heard that many people laughed at him. How can a dying man be worth eight thousand taels of silver? Xu Yinluo was impulsive, and now I'm afraid he regrets it. "

"I also heard that Xu Yinluo is trying to gain popularity."

Some people had a different view.

Fortunately, Xu Erlang was still in a state of confusion, or these concubines would doubt their lives.

At this time, a cough came from outside the door, and the old-fashioned and serious Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy, holding a scroll, entered the classroom.

The concubines immediately fell silent.

This Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy, Ma Xiuwen, was famous for being rigid and serious. He did not form cliques and did not curry favor. As for his official cultivation, he did have a stable position in the court, where the cliques were fierce.

But he had not moved his position in the Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy for decades.

The deepest impression that the officials and scholars of the Hanlin Academy had of him was that he was indifferent and calm, as if nothing had happened.

Just like the horizontal board hanging in his hall: "Just seek peace of mind."

After a class, Ma Xiuwen, the Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy, looked around at the crowd, and said with a rare smile,

"Scholars don't read books, they read the principles in the books. However, the truth is not only in books, but also outside books. I heard you talking about Xu Yinluo spent eight thousand taels of silver to redeem the Top Beauty of the Musical House. You have been talking for a long time, what is the reason? "

What reason could there be?

"Affectionate and loyal?"

"Regard money as dirt?"

The concubines of Hanlin Academy guessed.

Ma Xiuwen, the Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy, shook his head with a smile, and his eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, saying, "Cijiu, what do you think?"

Xu Xinnian frowned, and inexplicably remembered that when his eldest brother killed his superior with a saber, he went to visit him in prison, and his eldest brother once said: "I am not impulsive, I just seek peace of mind."

In retrospect, everything he did later was just to seek peace of mind.

Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice, "Just seek peace of mind."

Ma Xiuwen, the Grand Secretary of Hanlin Academy, glanced at the crowd, "Remember this sentence, no matter how high you can go in the future, I hope you will keep it in mind and seek peace of mind."

…

After the meeting, Xu Xinnian returned to the mansion, thinking about what he heard during the day.

When he entered the inner hall, he saw his mother sitting at the table in a daze, and asked, "Mother, where is my eldest brother?"

His aunt ignored him.

"I am here …"

In the side yard, Xu Qi 'an waved his hand.

When his younger brother came over, he whispered, "Don't mention the floating incense at home."

Xu Xinnian scrutinized his eldest brother, "What's wrong with mentioning the floating incense?"

"The point is not the floating incense, the point is the eight thousand taels, aunt is like a Xianglin Sao today, eight thousand taels, she murmured for the whole day …"

As he spoke, Xu Qi 'an pinched the space between his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

Who is Xianglin Sao … Xu Xinnian muttered in his heart, then he raised his chin and said lightly, "I just want to say something to my eldest brother."

"What?" Xu Qi 'an asked.

"Life and death are fated, don't be too sad." Xu Erlang comforted.

If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them, it sounds like sarcastic remarks … Xu Qi 'an nodded.

He had buried the corpse of Floating Incense, specially took Zhong Li back, and then took Chu Caiwei to find a cemetery with good feng shui outside the capital to bury.

Incidentally, he heard Chu Caiwei mention something. Since returning from Sword Province, Yang Qianhuan liked to tell stories, and told everyone he met what he had done in Sword Province.

The junior brothers of the Celestial Commissioner cheered loudly, praising Senior Brother Yang for being unparalleled in the world.

Yang Qianhuan was very happy.

But as the story of Xu Qi 'an redeeming himself at the Musical House with eight thousand taels spread to the Celestial Commissioner, Yang Qianhuan did not like to tell stories anymore. These days, the people of the Musical House saw a white shadow appear from time to time.

…

After dinner, Xu Qi 'an knocked on the door of his little brother's room and said, "Write down the diary of the former emperor you have written down these days for me."

Xu Xinnian drank the tranquilizer soup and was about to rest, so he pushed him and said, "Wait for me to write down more."

"No, if you write too much, you will filter out some details that you think are not important. Last time when I saw Yuan Jing's diary, I noticed your bad habit." Xu Qi 'an said unhappily.

"What's wrong with that?" Xu Erlang did not think that what he did was wrong.

"Whether it is important or not, it is up to me, not you." Xu Qi 'an went to the table, spread out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and urged him.

"Come here quickly, I will grind the ink for you."

Xu Xinnian had no choice but to go to the desk, sit down, and pick up the brush to write. These days, he had read a lot of the former emperor's diary and remembered them in his mind.

If he wrote it a few days later, he would indeed delete some of the dialogues that he thought were meaningless, or the workload would be too much.

But if he wrote it now, he could restore the content he had written down.

An hour later, Xu Erlang put down the brush, gently shook his hand, and pushed a dozen pieces of rice paper to his brother. "Done."