Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 816 I am her lover (two in one)

The team moved forward at a constant speed. Xu Qian'an came to the lobby from the door and met the powerful eunuch who collected the admission fee again. Unlike last time, this time he was very confident as he had a huge sum of money in his pocket. However, after searching for a long time, he found that the banknote was gone. The eunuch thought that he came to make trouble on purpose and almost beat him up.

Chu Pingsheng didn't care about him. He threw a silver ingot in the astonished eyes of the turtle slave and walked towards the stage where musicians were playing the piano and coolly dressed girls were dancing.

"Master, Master of Consecration..."

Xu Qian'an originally wanted to borrow ten taels of silver to enter the venue, but this shameless bald donkey who forgot to place an order when seeing a beautiful woman didn't even bother to pay any attention to him, and didn't even have the interest to look back at him.

Xu Qian'an felt embarrassed, but his shout woke up the talented men from Beijing who were watching the dance in front of the stage. They all turned around to look, some were stunned, some looked disdainful, and some whispered to each other, pointing fingers at Chu Pingsheng and mocking him.

"A monk visiting a brothel is really weird."

"Isn't it..."

"Don't those bald guys in the Heaven Realm always say that lust is the root of all evil? Pah, they are Buddhist scum."

"This guy is really thick-skinned."

"A lecherous monk, clearly a lecherous monk."

Among the male guests present, scholars made up the majority, and at most there were a few foreign businessmen who came just to see the beauty of the courtesan. As for monks visiting brothels, it was a rare sight since the opening of Yingmei Pavilion.

Not only were the male guests downstairs laughing at him, but several girls leaning against the railing on the second floor were also making fun of him, calling him a handsome monk, and giggling and pushing and shoving each other to find a suitable candidate to break his body, take his virginity, and give him a big red envelope.

"Master, look at your popularity, it's even higher than the dancer on the stage." A sarcastic voice came.

Chu Pingsheng looked back and found that it was Xu Qian'an who came in. He seemed angry that Xu Qian'an didn't lend him money just now, and his face turned blue.

"Did you find your money?"

"That's natural."

Xu Qian'an was somewhat pleased with himself. He pushed the ribs of the folding fan, and the fan with the writings of Confucian saints inscribed on it opened. He shook it against his chest, looking like a talented and elegant scholar.

Actually, if the monk who performed the consecration had not refused to lend him the silver, he would not have discovered that the jade mirror had a storage function. The six hundred taels of silver notes he had just earned were swallowed up by it. After sitting at the door for a long time, he finally found the trick and got the silver notes out. The eunuch who collected the money immediately changed his expression and welcomed him into the hall as if he were serving his parents.

The owner of the game stall said that the jade mirror was a treasure, and he really didn't lie to him.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at him indifferently, then went back to listen to the man next to him who was holding a glass of wine, pretending to sip it slowly while explaining the rules of the Yingmei Pavilion tea party to the young man who was visiting for the first time.

There is naturally nothing much to introduce about the girls upstairs. As long as you have no relatives and have money, they will accompany you. But the courtesan Fuxiang is different. Even if you have money, you can't be a master. You have to be talented and beautiful, and be able to impress her with poetry and music, to be qualified to be her lover. As for the male guests in this hall, they are basically at her disposal.

Chu Pingsheng's attention was on the left and Xu Qiyan's attention was on the right, because he was not the only one from the Xu family who came. His cousin Xu Xinnian, who had threatened yesterday that those who read the books of sages should not be unrestrained and the refined men who went to brothels, also came. The two brothers stared at each other for a long time. Xu Qiyan said a few words to his cousin, and Xu Xinnian pointed at Chu Pingsheng and said that if a monk could come to the Jiaofangsi, why couldn't he?

He turned his head and their eyes met. Xu Xinnian was a little dazed. After three breaths, he stomped his feet and pointed his finger.

"It's...it's you!?"

Xu Jiajilang almost bit his tongue.

He was deeply impressed by the rude monk who was going to his house to hang up a sign. He even had a dream about beating a monk last night. In the dream, he beat the lecherous monk who coveted the girl so hard that his face was swollen and black. If he didn't think it was an insult to society, he would have cut off his penis.

“You… this…”

Chu Pingsheng said with a smile: "Amitabha, we meet again."

"Who... who is willing to see you."

Xu Xinnian looked at that face and became furious when he thought of the dream in which his sister Xu Lingyue insisted on eloping with this monk.

Chu Pingsheng was neither anxious nor annoyed, his face was full of kindness: "Don't want to see you? Master Xu might be disappointed. After today, I will see you not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, but every day."

Xu Xinnian was about to retort him, but he suddenly shuddered for some reason and turned to look at his cousin who had become a completely different person ever since the tax and banking case and was very capable of causing trouble.

Xu Qian'an's eyes flickered and he touched his nose with a hint of embarrassment.

He looked at the monk again, who was smiling and seemed kind, but gave him a feeling that he was hiding a dagger behind his smile.

"you……"

These two bastards must be colluding with each other.

Xu Xinnian was just about to pull his cousin aside and ask him if he had sold him out when a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Brother Deng is here early."

"Haha, long time no see, Brother Congkai."

"I went on a long trip a few days ago, and as soon as I got back I hurried over to meet you all."

As soon as I heard the lively conversation, I knew that the visitor was a frequent visitor to Yingmei Pavilion.

Xu Qian'an and Xu Xinnian turned around together, their eyes met, and it seemed as if a bleak wind was blowing through the lobby.

No wonder the voice sounded familiar. The middle-aged man dressed in scholar's attire was Xu Qian'an's second uncle and Xu Xinnian's biological father, Xu Pingzhi.

Of course, in the impression of Brother Deng, Congkai and others, his surname is not Xu, but Li, Brother Li, a frequent visitor to the Jiaofangsi.

"What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence."

The uncle, nephew, and father and son looked at each other awkwardly.

Cong Kai, who had a round face, looked at the two people behind him, and then looked at Brother Li, who usually drank and talked about breasts: "Brother Li, do you know each other?"

"Ah, yes, I know him... I've seen him before in the academy." Xu Pingzhi followed Xu Qian'an's mouth shape and said, "Yang..."

"Ling."

"Yes, yes, Brother Yang Ling, look at my memory."

After saying that, he looked at his own son again.

"May……"

Xu Qian'an reminded again: "Be safe."

"Oh, yes, Xu Ping'an, the new young man."

When Cong Kai, Deng De and others saw that the three people knew each other, they stopped paying attention to them.

At this moment, Xu Pingzhi's eyes missed his son and met Chu Pingsheng's face. He immediately regained some of the momentum of the centurion of the Imperial Sword Guards and felt that he had seized a good opportunity to cover up his embarrassment: "Go away, what's your business? A monk also imitates others to visit brothels, aren't you ashamed?"

Xu Xinnian was just about to pull his father and cousin aside to discuss the monk staying at the Xu family's house when the dancers on the stage stopped and several eunuchs came forward to greet them, saying that Miss Fuxiang had finished washing and bathing and would be on stage soon, and invited everyone to sit down on the stage.

……

After a cup of tea.

On the stage in front left of the stage, Xu Xinnian, Xu Pingzhi, Xu Qian'an and Chu Pingsheng sat opposite each other.

Xu Qian'an: My second uncle always said that he loved my aunt wholeheartedly, but I didn't expect that he was a frequent visitor to the Music Bureau. Ha, so disgusting!
Xu Xinnian: Everyone says that Big Brother is a serious person and never visits brothels. But today, when I saw him, he was able to handle this kind of situation with ease and didn't seem nervous at all. It's true that you can judge a person by his appearance but not his heart. Ugh, what a beast!

Xu Pingzhi: This bald guy is already too much for visiting brothels, and he even wants to hang out at my house? Wouldn't that ruin the reputation of my Xu family? Shameless scum!
Chu Pingsheng: "..."

The four people stared at each other.

After a dozen breaths, Xu Pingzhi leaned closer to Xu Qian'an and said, "No, I think this monk has shifty eyes, he's not a good person."

Xu Qian'an looked at Chu Pingsheng, then at Xu Pingzhi, and thought to himself, my good second uncle, how can you have the nerve to say that the monk has shifty eyes? Among the four men sitting at this table, you are the only one who looks wicked.

Xu Qian'an stretched out two fingers.

"What do you mean?"

"Two taels of silver a month."

"No, even if I agree, your aunt won't agree. We are a decent family. What's the point of bringing a monk back home?"

Xu Qian'an gritted his teeth and added another number.

"Three taels? Three taels won't work. I, your second uncle, am not someone who is greedy for money."

Xu Qian'an pointed another finger and gritted his teeth and said, "Second Uncle, you don't want Aunt to know what happened tonight, do you?"

Xu Pingzhi coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, and picked up the tea on the table with a smile on his face: "I said, how could a great monk like Master, who has a beautiful face and true Buddha nature, be like that drunkard."

After saying this, he glanced at the student from the Imperial College sitting at the next table with disdain.

The Imperial College and the Yunlu Academy were the two major Confucian institutions of the Dafeng Dynasty. They always argued over who was the orthodox one and disliked each other. His son Xu Xinnian was a student of the Yunlu Academy, and he was wearing his son's clothes. In the Jiaofangsi, he was definitely a student of the academy, so he was definitely going to disparage the students of the Imperial College.

"I am serving tea here instead of wine as a token of respect."

呲.

Xu Pingzhi had a fawning look on his face and drank up the contents of the cup. It was clearly tea, but he tried to make it sound like he was sipping wine.

Chu Pingsheng nodded at him.

"I haven't asked for your title yet, Master."

"Consecration."

"Consecration?"

"Yes."

"Kaiguang... Master, good, this name is good, very good."

Chu Pingsheng had a kind face and was a good person: "Indeed, the kidneys are good."

Xu Xinnian's face was filled with grief and indignation, but Xu Qian'an was fine on that night. What was certain was that before that, the monk who performed the consecration ceremony must have had some ulterior motive in collusion with his cousin. As a result, his father had just met the monk and he turned against his family and sold out?

He looked at his smug cousin, then at his shameless daddy, and slammed the table in anger.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell ..."

Because the people behind him were looking at him, he quickly swallowed the word "mother".

"Tell...tell Li Ru?"

In the eyes of those people, Xu Pingzhi was "Brother Li" and they took it for granted that Li Ru was his sister or younger sister, so they didn't care and continued to drink tea and chat, discussing what special skills the new girl in the Jiaofang Bureau had and what her nickname was.

Xu Pingzhi glared at him and whispered, "If you dare to tell her about what happened here, I will report your visit to the brothel to Yunlu Academy." When Xu Xinnian heard this, he was filled with grief and anger. He pointed at his vicious father for a long time without saying a word.

If we talk about the most shameless person in the entire Xu family, it must be Xu Xinnian. If this matter were to be known by the people in Yunlu Academy, he would want to die because everyone would spread it.

Chu Pingsheng did not forget to take the initiative and said seriously, "Donor Li, you can't do this. What if Mr. Xu has a girlfriend and she breaks up with him after knowing this? Wouldn't that mean both your future and your love life will be ruined? It's not right, it's really not right."

"Master, you are right, you are right." Xu Pingzhi opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of yellow teeth.

Xu Qian'an gave a thumbs up: "Master Kaiguang is indeed compassionate and thoughtful."

"You...you..."

Xu Xinnian was so angry at his shameless father and cousin that he couldn't even utter a single word.

"Shh, stop talking."

Cong Kai, who was sitting not far away, winked at several people and pointed at the stage. Chu Pingsheng turned sideways to look and saw a beautiful girl in a red gauze skirt, with half-naked shoulders, a slender neck, a touch of pink on her chest, and faint cleavage, falling from the sky, walking forward under an umbrella, and lightly landing in the center of the stage. She slowly parted her sleeves, half-covered her smile towards the person in front of the hall, and her pair of eyes that could speak were as clear as autumn water and as bright as ink.

The three men of the Xu family were mesmerized for a moment.

Chu Pingsheng, however, has an indifferent look, as if the pine wind is blowing gently and the bright moon is shining on the river. The main reason is that he is the devil of bliss, and there are many beautiful women around him, so his threshold is high. Although Fuxiang is the most beautiful girl in the Imperial Music Bureau, she can make his eyes light up, but it is difficult to amaze him.

"it is good."

"it is good."

"it is good."

Accompanied by the graceful dance of the courtesan, cheers came from the side, and the hall was filled with a pure atmosphere. These men who remained young until death were so harmonious at this moment.

Xu Pingzhi raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, his mouth almost stretched to his ears, which made Xu Qian'an look at him with contempt. As the second uncle, he couldn't save his face, so he could only sit upright and restrain himself.

Fuxiang danced on the stage and left gracefully, leaving behind a rain of flying petals.

This made Xu Xinnian, who saw the performance of the master of opening the rosary, question whether he had made a wrong definition. It turned out that he was not a playboy, and he exclaimed in amazement. He frowned and whispered, "Could it be that this Miss Fuxiang knows magic?"

Chu Pingsheng sneered and said, "This is not magic, this is witchcraft."

"Yes, witchcraft..."

Xu Pingzhi laughed and said, "A charming fairy, of course, knows witchcraft."

Seeing that his second uncle was getting carried away, Xu Qian'an picked up an orange and threw it at him, scaring the old pervert.

While everyone was talking, Fuxiang had already returned to the room and finished writing the first couplet. She told her maid to take it downstairs and give it to the talented people in the hall to respond to. Whoever could come up with the second couplet would be allowed to become a guest and go upstairs for a chat.

First Couplet: The pine leaves and bamboo leaves are all green.

Some of the people on the scattered platforms around were bowing their heads in thought, some were tapping their foreheads with folding fans, and some were asking the eunuchs to grind ink for them.

Xu Pingzhi, a mere warrior, naturally couldn't come up with the second line, so he could only urge Xu Qian'an and Xu Xinnian to come up with the second line. This was not a question of whether he was willing to fight for honor or not. Fuxiang's intelligence was related to how to deal with the threat of Zhou's father and son. If someone else got the upper hand, wouldn't it be a waste of time tonight? You know, the price of the Yingmei Pavilion is not cheap, it costs ten taels of silver. If Li Ru knew that he used the living expenses she left for the three of them to visit brothels... He clearly remembered that when Li Ru killed the chicken during the Chinese New Year last year, her hand didn't shake at all.

Xu Qian'an shook his head and said that he was okay with writing poems, but making couplets was not his strong point.

The uncle and nephew could only look at Xu Xinnian. This top student from Yunlu Academy was grinding ink while being humble and saying that he needed to think about it further.

At this time Xu Pingzhi noticed something ridiculous. The monk actually asked Gui Gong to prepare writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone for him, as if he was going to participate in the competition to be judged by Miss Fuxiang.

"Master, this is not necessary, right?"

Since Chu Pingsheng wanted it, according to the rules of the Jiaofangsi, Guigong had to give it to him, but he could say some words of persuasion.

"No matter how wonderful your second line is, Miss Fuxiang will never invite you to go up. You are a person from the Heavenly Realm. You can come to our Dafeng Jiaofang Division to watch the dance and broaden your horizons. Why bother yourself?"

Chu Pingsheng looked puzzled: "Why?"

"Think about it, Miss Fuxiang is the most beautiful girl in the Dafeng Jiaofang Bureau, and she is an expert in both poetry and music. She usually interacts with talented people from the Imperial College and Yunlu Academy, or the children of officials and nobles of the current dynasty. If she lets a monk into her night chat, and the news gets out tomorrow, will the girl's reputation be ruined?"

"What if I insist on being the guest of honor?"

"Then you are doomed to be disappointed."

The pimp sneered, it's not that there are no monks visiting brothels, but they are very rare. The entire Jiaofangsi is full of brothels, and you may not see one every two or three years. However, a monk like him who visits a brothel and wants to win the favor of the courtesan and invite a toad behind the scenes has only been seen for a hundred years.

"Really?" Chu Pingsheng smiled without comment.

Xu Qian'an raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Kaiguang, do you have a draft in mind?"

"There is."

"Since Miss Fuxiang will never choose you, why not give this couplet to us?"

"Why?"

"If I'm chosen." Xu Qian'an put away his folding fan and stretched out five fingers: "Five taels of silver."

Chu Pingsheng sneered and said, "With my skills, can I help you make couplets? It's not impossible... but you have to pay extra."

Xu Qian'an rolled his eyes at him and asked, "How much?"

"Five hundred and nine."

Xu Qian'an said hatefully: "You are really good at settling accounts."

Just now outside, he earned six hundred taels of silver and paid ten taels of silver as a stage fee for entering Yingmei Pavilion. Now he had exactly five hundred and ninety taels left. It was obvious that this monk was extorting him.

Xu Pingzhi touched his lower back and found that he was not wearing a knife, otherwise he would have killed this bald donkey with a big mouth. What kind of master of consecration is this? It is obvious that he is just a monk who charges extra money.

Xu Xinnian tried to suppress his nausea and said, "As a monk, what do you need so much money for?"

Chu Pingsheng said: "The sutras should not be passed on lightly, nor should they be taken without any purpose. In those days, the bhikkhus and holy monks came down from the mountain and recited the sutras to the elder Han of Da Zhou, guaranteeing the safety of the living and the transcendence of the deceased. But they only asked for three dou and three liters of rice and gold in return. The Buddha even said that they sold it too cheaply, leaving their descendants with no money to use it."

Can you say he is not serious? Can you say he is unreasonable?

People with great magical powers do not have to worry about money and material things, but for those young monks who have just entered the monastery and have not yet achieved basic cultivation, their food, drink, defecation, urination and shelter all cost money.
Xu Xinnian was left speechless by his retort, stammering, not knowing how to respond.

Xu Qian'an frowned, as he felt that the monk's words were very familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere when he was a child.

"Oh, Yunlu Academy, nothing special."

While the four of them were bargaining, Fuxiang had already chosen a young man named Zhao from the slip of paper presented by the maid. He was the most imposing one among the three people with greasy hair and powdered face who had just heard Xu Pingzhi mock the students of the Imperial College at the next table as a group of good-for-nothings and glared back at him.

Xu Xinnian was rendered speechless by the monk, and was mocked and despised by the Imperial Academy student named Zhao. His face turned blue and red, and he became depressed.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at Xu Qian'an who was racking his brains and said calmly, "He can't get in."

"Monk, what are you talking about? He can't get in? If he can't get in, how can you get in? That's ridiculous."

The two talented scholars sitting at the same table with the student surnamed Zhao from the Imperial Academy showed sneers on their faces. They had heard what Mr. Turtle said to the monk just now and they deeply agreed with the content.

If there is one person who can become Fuxiang's lover just by virtue of his good looks and not his literary talent, it is possible. But if a monk from Tianyu wants to enter, even if Fuxiang is willing, will the manager of Yingmei Pavilion be willing? Fuxiang is the cash cow of Yingmei Pavilion. If his reputation is ruined, it will affect the income of Yingmei Pavilion and even the Jiaofangsi. This is no longer a question of literary talent, but a matter of the rules and interests of the Dafeng court. After all, the Jiaofangsi is an industry of the Ministry of Rites.

Chu Pingsheng said: "Do you dare to make a bet?"

The two men asked in unison: "What's the bet?"

People on the nearby platforms saw that there was something exciting to watch, so they stretched their necks and pricked up their ears to listen to what they were saying.

"If she invites me to be her lover, you will bark like dogs under the memorial archway of the Imperial Academy as students of the Imperial Academy."

One person said in a sinister voice: "What if you can't be the guest of honor?"

"Six hundred taels of silver."

Six hundred taels of silver, even if everyone present today is wealthy, they can't help but be tempted.

"How can a monk like you have six hundred taels of silver?"

"I can testify that he did have six hundred taels of silver."

Xu Qian'an stuffed the note to the maid and quickly testified for Chu Pingsheng.

This seems to be helping the monk, but in fact, it is like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken, with ulterior motives. He hopes that the monk will have a fight with the students of the Imperial College and lose everything.

Who asked this bald donkey to blackmail him?

In this matter, Xu Qian'an also agreed with what Gui Gong said, and he was very confident in the poem on the note he handed to the maid. Even if he did not worry about ruining his reputation by inviting the monk as his lover, Fuxiang would never judge the monk as the winner.

"It's a bet."

The two students of the Imperial College looked at each other and agreed immediately. If the monk bet with them whether Young Master Zhao could enter Fuxiang's room, they would be a little nervous. But if they bet whether the monk could enter, then it would basically be a gamble to make money.

In their opinion, all the male guests in the lobby could go upstairs, except for this shameless monk.

Just at this moment, Master Zhao, who had followed the maid upstairs, came back with a very depressed expression.

When others asked him what happened, he didn't say.

Two maids walked up to the stage of the Xu family masters and asked, "Who is Young Master Yang?"

Xu Qian'an raised his hand.

"Miss Fuxiang invites Master Yang to come upstairs for a chat."

Now everyone knew why Mr. Zhao looked so depressed. It turned out that the cooked duck flew away.

Xu Qian'an was very proud. He opened his folding fan, clasped his fists to everyone, and winked at Chu Pingsheng.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

This is the poem he wrote on the note.

Since Fuxiang is known for her talent in playing the zither and writing poetry, she must be moved by this poem. Firstly, the artistic conception of this poem is very good, and secondly, the following sentence fits her flower name "Fuxiang". Since she is a talented woman, she must be emotional, and since she is emotional, it is impossible for her not to be moved by this poem.

As a real estate salesman, he believes he has the ability to please customers.

For a famous quote like this that has been passed down through the ages, no matter how neatly and beautifully the second line of the couplet is, it will never be better than the work of this talented scholar from the academy.

In this way, he not only got the chance to go upstairs, but also made the evil monk lose all the money he extorted, killing two birds with one stone.

Xu Xinnian relaxed his brows, gave his cousin a thumbs up, and looked at Chu Pingsheng provocatively.

Unlike Mr. Zhao from the Imperial College who was gritting his teeth in hatred, the other two students watched Xu Qian'an enter Fuxiang's room, walked up to Chu Pingsheng, and said in a victorious tone: "Monk, take the silver."

(End of this chapter)