Early next morning
There was movement outside Xu Mansion. Xu Mao stood up and was about to go out when he saw Hong'er running out quickly.
"Master, please go ahead."
Xu Maocai didn't speak but nodded, and then looked at the door.
Hong'er walked to the door. As soon as she opened the door, her eyes were shocked by the things in everyone's hands... Hong'er closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the same things...
"Please tell Mr. Xu that I am in charge of Piaoxiang Tower. Mr. Xu won the first prize in the poetry competition yesterday. Piaoxiang Tower will give you some gifts as a token of respect!"
"Wait a moment..." Hong'er stuttered a little: "I'm going to inform the master now."
In less than half a quarter of an hour, Xu Maocai welcomed the gift-giver in. In fact, Xu Maocai, who was demoted to the county seat, did not have to go out to greet these people, but at this moment, the Xu Mansion was already in decline.
Seeing the large and small food boxes placed in the main hall, Xin'er, who had gotten up early, was already drooling...
"Congratulations, Mr. Xu." The person in charge of Piaoxiang Tower said with his fists in hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang." Xu Maocai smiled and handed over his hand.
"My son's poetic talent is unrivaled. He has been bestowed with literary foundation by all the saints. He will definitely be the one who takes off in the future. Mr. Wang came here today and wanted to ask the young master to give me some calligraphy treasures." Manager Wang took out a stack of banknotes from his sleeve: "This is considered a deposit. Once everything is done, I, Piaoxianglou, will be grateful."
Xu Maocai's face was a little unhappy. Although he was not a literati, he understood the arrogance of literati... The other party wanted to buy Xu Que's calligraphy treasures with money. Wouldn't this be a slap in the Xu family's face?
And just when Xu Maocai was about to refuse, Xu Que's lazy voice sounded from outside: "I wonder how much Manager Wang plans to give?"
Xu Que walked into the main hall with a smile on his face, bowed slightly to his father, and then looked at Shopkeeper Wang.
"Young Master, this is the deposit. As long as you are willing to reward the calligraphy treasure, Piaoxiang Tower is willing to pay ten times the amount!" Manager Wang handed the silver note to Xu Que.
"Although there is a little less, the sincerity is still full." Xu Que picked up the banknotes and counted them casually, then put the banknotes into his arms: "Prepare pen and ink."
"Ah?" Manager Wang was stunned, but within a moment he came to his senses: "Young Master, can you write it now?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Just prepare the gold paper." Xu Que opened the food box in front of him and took a look. He found a plate of unknown cured meat, which made him speechless... He felt it was time to prepare some food that was not available in this era. After all, he really couldn't stand eating steamed rice porridge every day.
Manager Wang's movements were also very fast, and he conjured two pieces of gold paper from nowhere.
Xu Que took out a piece of gold paper and put it in his arms, then started writing directly with the pen and ink placed in the corner of the main hall.
Xu Que wrote quickly and swiftly. As soon as he finished writing the first sentence, a faint silver glow appeared, which shocked both Manager Wang and Xu Maocai.
When I finished writing the second sentence, the gold paper emitted a golden light.
Xu Que frowned, and then wrote the third and fourth sentences. When the fourth sentence was finished, the colorful glow appeared instantly.
Xu Que cursed in his heart and immediately put down the brush. After all, if he continued writing... it would be a big loss.
As Xu Que put away his pen, the golden paper slowly floated, and the colorful glow spread instantly. This strange scene could be seen within a radius of fifty miles.
"'Qinglou Song', written by Xu Que of the Great Yan Kingdom: A white horse with a black saddle follows the general, and a hundred thousand banners are flying in Bei'an. The beautiful woman sitting on the top of the building is singing her zither, and I can see flying dust entering the capital in the distance."
As the poem reflected in the sky, people who passed by this place on their way out early in the morning were shocked.
Xu Que patted his small chest. Fortunately, he stopped writing wisely, otherwise he would have caused a sensation in the capital again...
"Young Master Xu is indeed one of those people who soars like dragons and rides on clouds. To receive this poem... our Piaoxiang Tower is destined to become famous!" Manager Wang handed over his hand and said, "This is what's left. Thank you so much, Young Master Houze."
"Yes." Xu Futou nodded and took the banknote: "If Manager Wang has other matters, you might as well tell them."
"Hehe, the young master is still transparent..." Manager Wang smiled brightly and took out a red invitation: "This is jointly written by a famous person on the eighth floor. I hope the young master will appreciate it."
Xu Que opened the invitation, and he suddenly lost his composure. The invitation said: Invite him to the Baihua Tower, where the famous people on the eighth floor will sweep up the couch to welcome him, hoping that he will sleep long night...
"Bah!" Xu Que pretended to be calm and accepted the invitation, but his little heart was beating wildly.
This evil feudal society... I like it very much!
"Thank you, Manager Wang, for sending me the invitation. I'm sorry that I can't go to the appointment." Xu Que pretended to be a gentleman and handed the invitation back to Manager Wang.
He really wanted to be a prostitute, but... he could still figure out some things. If it were the former Duke's Mansion, he would have loved to stay in a brothel and a place with fireworks every day. Unfortunately, some people's knives were already hanging over his head, so he could only "bear the pain and give up".
"Okay, since the young master refuses, then Wang has an explanation and takes his leave." Manager Wang thanked him with clasped fists, put away the poem and left the Xu Mansion.
Seeing Manager Wang leave, Xu Maocai looked at Xu Que with some displeasure: "A noble scholar, if you write poems for the land of brothels and willow lanes, I'm afraid it will affect your career."
"Don't worry, dad, the kid doesn't care about this." Xu Que put a stack of banknotes on the table: "Since it's delivered to your door, there's no reason not to accept it. You keep the money, and today you go to those houses. It should be useful.”
Xu Maocai looked at Xu Que's leaving figure, then looked at the banknote in his hand, feeling extremely uncomfortable...
At Xu Fan's residence in the West Courtyard, Xu Fan was shocked at this moment. His eyes were full of disbelief. He felt that he was dreaming... and it was a dream that could no longer be fake! Can my little brother compose poetry? My little brother can actually create an eternal masterpiece of colorful rays of light? Thaksin believes in walking dogs and fighting cocks, but as far as literary attainments... he doesn't believe it.
Xu Fan coughed violently. He felt that this world was too unreal...
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him: "Lang Jun!"
Xu Fan suddenly raised his head and stood in front of him with a gentle smile. Who else could that person with such soft eyes be Liu Rushi?
Xu Fan's whole body stiffened and he could hardly believe his eyes.
He thought this dream was really good, even better than his younger brother's masterpiece!
"If so...is it really you?"
"Lang Jun, have you forgotten... When the peach blossoms bloom and the green willows sprout, the side door of the mansion will be opened for you."
Her gentle voice came, and Xu Fan felt like he was in a dream... He really didn't want to wake up. He heard that everything would disappear when he woke up from the dream.
Liu Rushi gently put herself into his arms and said in a gentle voice: "Yesterday, I left my music and did not dare to repay my husband. Unexpectedly, my husband asked my younger brother to bring me such a good poem. My husband's My heart, as I know it, will belong to you from now on..."
Xu Fan froze in place, poetry? What poem?
…
Xu Que and his mother stood at the entrance of the small courtyard. He did not tell his mother about Liu Rushi.
While the two of them were watching, Liu Rushi slowly exited Xu Fan's room with a big bowl in her hand. Although she was wearing plain clothes at the moment, she was still very beautiful.
"Sister!" Xu Que smiled, raised his eyebrows and cupped his hands: "You're here..."
"Young Master!" Liu Rushi greeted her, and her eyes fell on Xu's mother again. After bowing to Xu's mother Yingying, her face changed slightly.
She already knew the identity of the person in front of her before entering Xu's house. Before, she thought that the only obstacle to entering Xu's house was Xu's mother. After all, she was a brothel. But after entering Xu's house, she realized that all the obstacles were only the one in front of her. young people……
"Sister, this is my mother!" Xu Que introduced with a weird smile.
Liu Rushi bowed again: "I have met Madam like this."
With a kind smile on her face, Xu's mother nodded slightly: "The Xu Mansion is different from the past, as long as you treat Fan'er sincerely."
"Madam, please rest assured, I will never let you down in this life." Liu Rushi bowed deeply.
Hearing what Liu Ru said, Xu's mother nodded with satisfaction. She wanted to say something more, but Xu Que preempted her words: "Mom, you go back and rest first. I have something to say to sister Ru."
"Okay, let's talk." After Xu's mother said that, she walked towards the main hall.
After watching his mother leave, Xu Que's smile turned cold instantly and turned to look at Liu Rushi.
