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"If Fu Xiang has any feelings, it would be better to meet him in person."
Upon hearing Li Chang'an's words, Fu Xiang trembled, her gaze darting away, unable to meet Li Chang'an's eyes.
Li Chang'an knew that the emotional value wouldn't lie; Ye Ji, who possessed Fu Xiang, had already fallen in love. Li Chang'an had no fetish for corpses.
If he didn't know, it wouldn't matter, but now Li Chang'an knows the truth.
Fu Xiang bit her lip, her gaze towards Li Chang'an becoming shy yet firm. "Li Lang, you have quite the nerve, not even asking about my background."
Li Chang'an chuckled softly, "Even if you were the Demon Queen, I could still sleep with you."
"Hehe, Mr. Li is indeed extraordinary."
Fu Xiang chatted and laughed as she finished helping Li Chang'an bathe, then said, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Li."
Before long, Li Chang'an saw a woman wearing a thin veil walk out from behind the screen.
She had a seductive oval face, small red lips that were full, a straight nose, fan-shaped eyelashes, long and straight eyebrows, and a touch of rosy blush at the corner of her eyes.
Her figure and posture were exactly the same as Fu Xiang's, but her face was just as stunning as Fu Xiang's, even more alluring. This was Ye Ji's true form.
"Fu Xiang, how should I address you?"
Although Ye Ji had changed into her true form, she still gently pressed herself against him, saying, "My love, I am your Fu Xiang."
Although I can offer myself in return, my true identity must be kept secret.
Fu Xiang removed her light veil, hooked her arms around Li Chang'an's neck, and hung her full and soft body on Li Chang'an's back.
"Li Lang has quite the nerve, talking about the Princess Consort of Zhenbei and the Demon Queen so casually, saying he'd sleep with her whenever he wanted... I just wonder how strong he is, what he can do to a little vixen like me..."
Night Princess's body went limp, but her tone was undeniably hard.
With a scream and a cry of pain, Ye Ji's smooth and soft body was pressed down onto the soft bed.
The fertile land, never before cultivated, began to be tested by the physique of a raging warrior.
Chapter 285 The Bride: Let Li Chang'an Enter the Palace? To Be Castrated?
The next day, starting in the afternoon, guests began to gather at Plum Blossom Pavilion.
Yesterday was the day for combing the steamer, today is the day for making tea. From today onwards, Fu Xiang is officially open for business.
The courtyard was getting more and more crowded, even more than yesterday. This was understandable, since the men were well aware of the tricks of the brothel and many of them resolutely refused to accept price gouging.
As evening approached, the hungry men stared longingly at the door of Fu Xiang's room, hoping to catch a glimpse of that unforgettable figure.
After all, those who come to the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution) don't care about being the first to eat.
However, Fu Xiang didn't come out; only the little maid ran out.
"Esteemed guests, the young lady has said that Mr. Li has not yet had his fill of pleasure, and therefore will not be receiving guests today."
Upon hearing the maid's words, the courtyard erupted in a commotion; such a thing was extremely rare.
Which courtesan didn't make a fortune by taking on different customers in a row while she was in her dressing room?
Thinking of Fu Xiang's outstanding demeanor yesterday, these guests felt so envious they could drip vinegar.
"Miss Fuxiang, don't fall for Li Chang'an's tricks! How can you expect to sleep for two days for the price of one combing fee!"
"I heard that Li Chang'an is also a martial artist, which is indeed quite troublesome!"
"I'll go and talk to Vice Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Rites. From now on, military men will be prohibited from entering the Imperial Music Bureau!"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have come today. Wouldn't it have been better to come tomorrow?"
"Let's go, let's go. Tonight we won't seek out any other courtesans, but will instead build up our strength for Miss Fuxiang."
……
However, to the men's great disappointment and anger, the same result occurred on the third day.
Fu Xiang relayed the message again: Mr. Li had not yet had his fill and would not be receiving guests for the time being.
The guests then became unhappy and started making a scene.
"What's going on? Is this even possible?!"
"Li Daru, Li Daxia, one cannot be so selfish!"
"Say less. Lord Li is a watchman, don't go looking for trouble."
"The night watchman is indeed a bully who preys on men and women; Miss Fuxiang must have been forced into this situation!"
"So what? Forcing girls from the brothel isn't illegal."
"It's too much, it's too much!"
Perhaps because the commotion was too great this time, the maid brought out two calligraphy scrolls, one titled "Slender Willow Waist" and the other "Presented to a Beautiful Woman with Floating Fragrance".
"Miss Fuxiang said that if any future guests cannot surpass these two poems, she will no longer entertain them."
The two poems were displayed, and the courtyard fell into a long silence.
Because that timeless masterpiece is truly flawless, with elegant and vivid language and profound artistic conception.
This is simply a game-changer; Li Chang'an is certain that no one in this era could write such poetry.
These two poems, one vulgar and one elegant, have blocked both paths, and no one can surpass them.
……
In the warm and fragrant room, Fu Xiang's long, fair legs were draped over Li Chang'an's waist, and her snow-white arms were wrapped around Li Chang'an's neck. Fu Xiang was panting heavily as she lay on top of Li Chang'an.
Xue Ji's words were not an exaggeration at all. Fu Xiang now knows just how powerful the combination of a martial arts physique and Daoist dual cultivation can be.
Li Chang'an stroked Fu Xiang's smooth, slender waist, marveling at the strength of the fourth-grade demon's body; Ye Ji's combat power was even greater than Xue Ji's.
"Fu Xiang, it's getting dark, you should get some rest."
A hint of weariness flashed in Fu Xiang's eyes, then she gritted her teeth and said, "This servant will accompany you to the end."
The two maids behind the screen blushed deeply, unable to lift their heads, and the embarrassing sounds rang out again.
Mr. Li is a martial artist, and I've long heard that martial artists are powerful, but this girl is just too strong!
On the morning of the third day, Li Chang'an was idly studying the small jade mirror, while Fu Xiang was fast asleep with her head resting on his chest.
[Number 5: Number 1, Number 6, Number 7, what interesting things have been happening in Beijing lately?]
……
No response, read but not replied.
[Number Five: You three, stop pretending to be dead!]
[Number 6: Has left Beijing, don't worry.]
[Number 5: Number 1, Number 7, what are you doing? Are you sleeping in the middle of the day?!]
……
Half an hour later.
[Number 5: Number 9, the Heaven and Earth Society is doomed! Nobody's listening to us! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!]
Li Chang'an chuckled, and Lina, receiving no response for a long time, grew somewhat angry.
In the past, someone would always respond in this situation; although Number One was concise, he would never fail to reply.
Li Chang'an moved his fingers slightly, "The wind is calm and the seas are peaceful."
Almost at the same time as Li Chang'an replied, a sentence appeared in the small mirror.
[Number One: Nothing major, just some gossip, but nothing interesting.]
Huaiqing sat in front of the mirror, her lips slightly downturned, her bright face filled with disappointment.
[Number 5: Gossip is great!]
[Number Two: That sounds interesting!]
[Number Nine: This humble Taoist priest would also like to hear.]
After a while, Huaiqing's echo appeared in the mirror.
[Number One: Li Chang'an, a renowned scholar from the capital, has been combing the hair of the top courtesan of the Imperial Music Bureau and has written two masterpieces. He hasn't left the house yet, even after two days and two nights.]
The courtesan has declared that she will only entertain Li Daru from now on.
Then, Huaiqing actually wrote all the poems and lyrics on the small mirror.
Li Chang'an grinned. Huaiqing's information network was incredibly efficient; he was still in Fuxiang's bed when Huaiqing already knew about it.
[Number Six: Great poem! Great lyrics!]
Upon seeing Hengyuan's reply, Li Chang'an couldn't help but think to himself, "Do you even understand what a monk like you is?"
[Number 5: Are these poems really that good? I don't see it that way.]
[Number Two: It's alright, nothing special.]
Li Miaozhen, standing in front of the small mirror, had her lips pouting and her cheeks puffed out.
She looked up at the poems on the wall and felt a little more at peace. These poems were all sent by Li Chang'an in the past six months.