Da Bong fights more people

There are three types of girls in Jiaofang Division:

One, the female relatives of criminal officials.

This kind of woman is the worst, forced to be reduced to prostitution and bullied by others.

two.A woman captured in war.

Not to mention far away, just take the Battle of Shanhaiguan 20 years ago. Western countries and Dafeng were the victorious countries, and countless women were abducted from the northern and southern borders and filled into the teaching workshops of various states and governments.

three.A prostitute recruited by the Jiaofang Division.

"It's true to live and learn, and Wang Butou is my teacher." Xu Qi'an sighed with emotion, and finally found the goal of this visit to the Jiaofang Division.

He stopped outside a courtyard, and the plaque on the gate read: Yingmei Xiaoge

The gate of the courtyard is open, and two bright red lanterns are hung. Inside the courtyard are plum trees with branches dotted with blooming flowers.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old porter boy was guarding the gate of the courtyard, looking at Xu Qi'an with scrutiny.

He also has another name that everyone is familiar with.

"Yang Ling, a talented scholar in Changle County, has heard about Miss Fuxiang's name for a long time, so I came here to visit." Xu Qi'an imitated a scholar's bow and spoke politely to the porter.

Yingmei Pavilion is the residence of Oiran Fuxiang.

The table opening fee here is ten taels of silver, which is twice as expensive as in ordinary yards.

There are a total of twelve oirans in Jiaofang Division, who are divided into four grades according to character, rhyme, talent and color.

Miss Fuxiang belongs to the first class, and she is known as the best poet and qin.

"Ten taels of silver." The doorman who was used to seeing the old man had a cold attitude, and after collecting Xu Qi'an's money, he let him enter the courtyard.

Xu Qi'an was overjoyed, laughter and the sound of silk and bamboo came from the yard, the tea play had already started, but since the concierge let him in, it meant that the yard was not reserved for private use, but individual visitors.

There are two modes for those who come out to play, one is private, and the other is individual tourists.

If it is the former, Xu Qi'an is destined to be in vain today.

Chapter 52 A family is to be tidy

The place for entertaining guests in Yingmei Xiaoge is on the first floor, the shoji door facing the yard is open, and a thin silk curtain hangs down to keep out the cold wind.

More than a dozen guests sat in the wine room, drinking, laughing and enjoying plum blossoms.

The four corners of the wine house are burning charcoal basins to dispel the cold in winter.

A maid led Xu Qi'an in, and everyone turned their heads to look at this tall young man in a moon-white book long robe.

Xu Qi'an's mind flashed the rules of playing tea circle described by Wang Butou, trying to make his smile gentle, bowing to everyone:

"Yang Ling, a scholar in Changle County, please be polite."

Among the people present, there were not only wealthy gentry in brocade clothes, but also students from the Imperial College; their status was neither high nor low.

Some people looked away indifferently, some looked at it carefully, and some smiled back.

It seems that during the Jingcha period, the officials of Dafeng were much calmer and more honest than before. With the rank of Miss Fuxiang, Xu Qi'an will definitely be reserved here, and Xu Qi'an will take a seat calmly.

Her complexion is full of spring, her eyes are colorful, her fragrance is colorful, and her charm is natural.

This woman is very nice! Xu Qi'an, who had read countless eyebrows, was also amazed.

In terms of facial features alone, this oiran and aunt, Xu Lingyue, and Chu Caiwei are at the same level, with different looks, each with its own characteristics.

She belongs to the kind of stunning beauty who can definitely make men stunned and looked sideways when walking on the street.

But in terms of temperament, this oiran has the beauty and elegance of a lady; in terms of clothing, she has tulle dresses that women in this era dare not wear.

The fragrant shoulders are half exposed, the neck is slender, and the bra is wrapped in a layer of fan tulle, and the gully is looming.

Where there is a ditch, there must be fire - it makes sense for her to be an oiran.

Miss Fuxiang acts as Xi Jiu, also called Lingguan. Lingguan is in charge of presiding over drinking orders, and is responsible for the atmosphere on the banquet. This work is usually done by famous courtesans or courtesans, which ordinary women cannot do, because they are not good at literary accomplishment. Very demanding.

This time, they are taking turns speaking the liaison language, and the liaison language is the right pair. On the left side of Xu Qi'an is a middle-aged man in a light blue robe and jingling rings.

It just so happened that it was his turn, the middle-aged man raised his glass and pondered for a long time before saying, "Ice cold wine at one, two and three."

The oiran lady raised the small flag in her hand, and commented (flattered) on the Shanglian.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face widened, which was quite useful.

That's why Xi Jiu wanted famous prostitutes with profound literary backgrounds to be his job. Even ordinary prostitutes with no level of proficiency would not be able to flatter them even if they wanted to.

After the comment, the gorgeous lady Oiran's eyes fell on Xu Qi'an.

Everyone at the banquet followed suit.

I'm not very good at pairing. It's hard to be neat just right. Xu Qi'an kept his expression on the surface, but secretly anxious in his heart.

He looked at the plum tree in the yard, and with a flash of inspiration, he deliberately drank a glass of wine, made a free and easy heroic gesture, and said loudly:

"There are hundreds of lilacs and thousands of heads."

"Wonderful!" The eyes of everyone present lit up, and when they looked at Xu Qi'an, there was a little more smile on their faces.

It can be regarded as admitting that he has the qualifications to compete for the oiran, and treat him as a player of the same level.

Fuxiang Huakui smiled, and commented on Xu Qi'an's second line as usual (praise).

The smile on my face was too professional. After the evaluation, I stopped looking immediately. My sitting posture was a little stiff, and I only drank when I was persuading me to drink. Xu Qi'an quietly observed the body language of this oiran lady.

Combining the knowledge of behavioral psychology, I came to a conclusion: This lady of the Huakui is not interested in our level.

I have been patiently accompanying me.

At this time, the maid brought in a man, a handsome young man with fair skin, cool eyes, thin and red lips, delicate facial features, masculine and feminine.

Everyone in the room looked sideways, even Fuxiang Huakui showed surprise, she didn't see such a handsome young gentleman.

After the young man dressed as a scholar entered the room, he glanced casually, but was stunned in vain, and froze in place.

The corners of Xu Qi'an's eyes twitched wildly, and he held back for a long time: "What a coincidence."

The corner of the handsome young man's mouth twitched, and he also said: "What a coincidence"

"You two know each other." Beside Xu Qi'an, the middle-aged man in a light blue robe said in surprise.