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However, as the last song, "Willow Waist," was played, almost all the discussions stopped.
"...In brocade robes and fine clothes, in lavish banquets, every place is a place where rich girls vie for favor... As soon as they enter, their colorful attire is quickly displayed, their graceful figures are gracefully displayed, and the sound of clappers gradually urges them on."
"Her sleeves drooped slowly, her lotus steps quickened, her appearance changed a thousand times with each step... She was more than just a beauty that could topple kingdoms; a single glance from her could break the hearts of ten thousand people."
The men on the first floor stared in disbelief at Li Chang'an's flowing calligraphy.
This poem is so fluent and so fitting for the occasion. The words are not at all contrived, but full of charm. In addition, Li Chang'an's slender gold calligraphy makes the poem even more elegant and dashing.
Several men opened their mouths, but they really didn't know how to criticize it, because the quality of this poem was far beyond that of this era.
After a long silence, someone said, "The lyrics are good, but they're a bit too vulgar..."
These words were met with laughter from the crowd as soon as they were spoken.
"Nonsense, don't you even know where you are!"
"Does that mean he should perform a song at the brothel? Isn't that an insult?"
"What a stunning beauty, a glance that could break a nation! We're all lustful, but the difference between us is truly vast!"
"This poem, this calligraphy—I've frequented brothels for fifty years and have never seen anything like it!"
"Don't even mention fifty years, in the six hundred years since the founding of the Great Feng Dynasty, no one has been able to compare!"
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Hearing the murmurs and the fact that no one was actually criticizing the poem, the pimp in the corner on the first floor blushed with embarrassment.
He just said that; he wanted to stir up trouble among these guests. If Li Chang'an's poem was universally acknowledged as the best, then there would be no need for the subsequent auction.
The Imperial Music Bureau had high hopes for Fu Xiang. If they couldn't find the best poem, then the authors of these ten poems would have to bid against each other.
However, under the current circumstances, Li Chang'an's lyrics have completely overshadowed others, so Fu Xiang's comb can no longer fetch a high price.
Then, all ten poems were turned over at the same time, exposing the names of ten people to everyone.
Upon discovering that the best author of "Willow Waist" was actually Li Chang'an, Mei Ying Pavilion was immediately abuzz with excitement.
"So it was that great scholar Li!"
"It's Li Chang'an who opposes the idea of preserving heavenly principles and suppressing human desires!"
"As expected, he opposes suppressing human desires. A great Confucian scholar actually comes to the brothel to woo the most beautiful courtesans. This is truly an eye-opener!"
"I am going to become an apprentice of Mr. Li to learn poetry. When I have mastered my skills, I will return and wreak havoc on the Jiaofangsi!"
Where is Lord Li?
"Huh? It was just here a moment ago!"
In fact, many of the people in the courtyard were students and officials from the Imperial Academy. If they were outside the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment district), these people would criticize Li Chang'an extensively.
However, they couldn't bring themselves to say it in the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment district), because they themselves had come there.
Their behavior goes against the principle of "preserving heavenly principles and eliminating human desires," so if they dare to speak out, they will be contradicting themselves.
By the time everyone realized what was happening, Li Chang'an was nowhere to be seen.
"Gentlemen, since there is no objection to Mr. Li's 'Willow Waist' winning first place, then I shall take my leave."
Fu Xiang gave a graceful bow, then left behind a beautiful and charming silhouette before turning and walking into the room.
With her cultivation level, she had already sensed that her client for the night had gone to bed on his own.
The guests at Plum Blossom Pavilion were all extremely disappointed, yet speechless, and had no choice but to move on to other courtyards, since there was more than one courtesan.
"Let's go, let's go. We'll come back to see Miss Fuxiang tomorrow."
"Aside from Li Chang'an's lyrics, my poems are the best. Tomorrow, Miss Fuxiang will surely be my daughter."
"Don't brag, come to Meiying Pavilion for tea tomorrow."
The room filled with fragrance.
A warm fragrance filled the air, and the ground was covered with expensive silk lichen, embroidered with blue lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.
As Fu Xiang walked step by step, lotus blossoms appeared with each step; as the man walked over, he rose to prominence with ease. He truly knew how to do business.
A copy of the famous painting "Raindrops on Banana Leaves" brings the three-panel screen to life, and a woman with unparalleled beauty emerges from behind the screen, her fair and delicate skin faintly visible.
When their eyes met, Fu Xiang lowered her head slightly, a shy smile on her lips.
A woman like that really gives you two headaches.
"Young master, you have given me a wonderful surprise."
Fu Xiang knelt obediently by the bedside, gently massaging Li Chang'an's legs and shoulders with utmost tenderness.
Li Chang'an lifted her exquisite and charming snow-white chin and said calmly, "This appearance is really quite nice."
Fu Xiang's favorability rating had already risen to eighty, but she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she failed to understand the implied meaning in Li Chang'an's words.
"I thank you, young master. With your poem, I may be remembered in history."
The woman's tone was full of pride, and her eyes flowed with affection like autumn water, making her even more beautiful and charming.
Fox spirits like to imitate humans, and the idea of courtesans leaving their mark on history is a fatal temptation for Night Princess.
Just six months ago, Li Chang'an used this very characteristic of the fox spirit to easily win over Xiao Yuenu.
Poor Xiao Yuenu was completely confused and didn't even know how her heart, which she had cherished for so many years, could be taken away in just a few days.
Looking at the intoxication in Fu Xiang's eyes, Li Chang'an couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It's not that you're too superficial, but rather that I've had countless women."
"Fu Xiang, how are you going to thank me?"
The room was warm as spring, and the two of them suddenly felt a little hot. Fu Xiang's face flushed slightly, and she thoughtfully helped Li Chang'an take off his outer robe. Her full lips brushed against Li Chang'an's ear and she whispered something.
"My lord, please do not be anxious. The night is long. I will dance for you."
This is the superiority of feudalism. If it were a girl from later times, she would only say that the time is almost up!
Li Chang'an was very patient, watching as the beautiful woman removed her thin veil and danced another song with her slender figure.
"The beauty of Miss Fuxiang is probably unmatched even in the capital."
Fu Xiang, slightly sweaty, sat on the bed after finishing her dance, pressing herself tightly against Li Chang'an.
"Young master is joking. She is hardly a beauty. The most beautiful woman in the capital, the Princess of Zhenbei, comes from a scholarly family. When she was nine years old, she went to the Jade Buddha Temple to burn incense, and the abbot gave her a poem."
"Her birth was breathtaking, surpassing all others; her graceful beauty was bathed in the morning sun; she was revered by all as a national beauty; her soul captivated the world and even emperors."
"From then on, he became famous and was sent to the palace at the age of thirteen. Later, the emperor bestowed upon him the title of Prince Zhenbei, the second meritorious official in the Great Victory of Shanhaiguan."
After hearing Fu Xiang's words, Li Chang'an said, "Let's spend some time together today, and one day I'll be able to enter the Princess's boudoir."
Upon hearing this, Fu Xiang's sweat instantly cooled down. Li Chang'an was terrifying; he dared to boast about sleeping with the princess!
"Young master, please don't joke. I'll let you do as you please tonight. Princess, please let it go. I'm hoping you live to be a hundred years old."
Li Chang'an embraced Fu Xiang's smooth and slender waist. "That poem was just so-so. I've already given Fu Xiang a poem, so let me give you another one now."
Fu Xiang wrapped her arms around Li Chang'an's waist, feeling the strong and powerful core muscles of his waist and abdomen. Fu Xiang's face turned red and her whole body went limp.
"I am honored to listen attentively."
"Amidst the fading blossoms, it alone blooms in vibrant beauty, captivating the small garden with its charm. Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water, a subtle fragrance drifts in the twilight. Frosty birds, about to descend, first steal a glance; butterflies, if they knew, would surely be heartbroken. Fortunately, there is gentle poetry to share, no need for clappers or golden goblets."
This poem is a timeless masterpiece, and it happens to contain the words "floating fragrance." The brothel poem I just read can only be considered a masterpiece within the circle.
However, this song, "Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden," is destined to become a hit.
Sure enough, Li Chang'an felt a tightening in his waist and abdomen, and Fu Xiang suddenly sat up in fright.
Her watery eyes gradually became misty, her full red lips trembled slightly, and her hands gripped Li Chang'an's arm tightly.
“Young master is very talented, and his words flow like poetry. I am so fortunate to have met you on the day I was combing my hair. If I had missed you today, how could I have been worthy of this poem?”
Li Chang'an saw the glistening tears in Fu Xiang's eyes and her suddenly rising emotional value to ninety, and couldn't help but sigh at the fox woman's deep affection.
It's not Fu Xiang's fault; the poem was simply too shocking and unconventional. Ye Ji, being knowledgeable in poetry, could easily appreciate its charm.
"Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight..."
Fu Xiang was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She leaned against Li Chang'an's soft body, trembling slightly. "Does this poem have a name?"
"A gift of fragrance to a beautiful woman."
Li Chang'an's simple answer made Fu Xiang's bones go weak. She happily threw herself into Li Chang'an's arms, "Young master, I want to be remembered for eternity."
"Girl, the water is ready."
A maid's voice came from outside the screen. Fu Xiang immediately sat up and helped Li Chang'an take off his clothes, leaving him only in his underpants.
Li Chang'an's physical body, capable of traversing countless heavens, is almost perfect. His muscles are well-proportioned and powerful, without an ounce of excess fat; he is practically a walking embodiment of masculinity.
Fu Xiang's gaze was unfocused, her eyes darting around, but she couldn't help staring at Li Chang'an's chest and abdominal muscles.
Li Chang'an lay comfortably in the bathtub behind the screen, while Fu Xiang changed her clothes, wearing only a light veil.
"Come sit down."
Upon hearing Li Chang'an's words, Fu Xiang did not hesitate and sat directly into the bathtub, sitting on Li Chang'an's stomach and hooking her arms around his neck.
"Please have mercy, young master..."
Seeing Fu Xiang's emotions nearly reaching their limit, Li Chang'an knew it was time to reveal the truth.