Chapter 284 Ye Ji's true body serves, Fu Xiang's name will be remembered forever

After dancing for half an hour, everyone had finished writing their poems.

Fuxiang's piano and poetry skills are not just in vain. Just as Yeji herself said, the fox tribe likes to mingle with the crowd and imitate humans' words and deeds.

Ye Ji likes to play the piano, dance, write poetry and sing songs. It is just her nature. Therefore, it is not difficult to conquer Ye Ji. All you have to do is write good poetry and have enough physical strength.

Li Changan picked out a brothel poem by Liu Sanbian. It was not the best one, but it was unmatched in the world.

After all, in the professional field of writing poetry in brothels, no poet immortal or sage can compare with Liu Sanbian. Everyone has his or her own expertise.

The maids walked past Fuxiang holding hundreds of poems. Fuxiang read them very quickly and picked out the well-written ones and put them aside from time to time.

The men on the first floor were still noisy, mostly boasting about how good their poems were and how they would definitely take first place.

After Li Changan's identity was revealed, the students and teachers of Yunlu Academy gathered around him. It was not as awkward as when he first arrived.

Fuxiang had a professional smile on her face, but when she saw a piece of poetry, the smile suddenly disappeared.

There was a flash of disbelief and astonishment in her eyes, and then her gaze lingered on the words for a long time, and then she broke into a beautiful smile.

This time the smile came from the bottom of his heart, and it was obvious that he was touched.

She glanced at Li Changan, her eyes filled with surprise, and then she immediately looked away.

Li Changan's calligraphy and paintings have been widely circulated, so his calligraphy can be recognized at a glance.

Finally, the ten best poems were lined up in the attic on the second floor.

The noise on the first floor became even more intense, and with the appearance of each poem, there were almost always voices of criticism.

Scholars have looked down on each other since ancient times, not to mention that these are all jealous scholars, so of course they will try their best to belittle others.

"How dare you bring such a poem here? It doesn't even make sense!"

"This song is not even worthy of being called a lyric. It lacks any verve at all!"

“This song is passable, but the artistic conception is terrible.”

……

However, as the last song "Light Willow Waist" was played, almost all the discussions stopped.

"... splendid clothes and hats, gorgeous halls and banquets, it is a place where thousands of gold coins compete for selection... When she suddenly enters the colorful dress, she shows off her beauty, and gradually urges the sandalwood board."

"She slowly lowered her sleeves, quickly took lotus steps, and her appearance changed in a thousand ways... She was more than beautiful, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Even if she looked back for a moment, thousands of people would be heartbroken."

The men on the first floor were all stunned as they stared at Li Changan's graceful handwriting.

This poem is so fluent and appropriate to the occasion. There is no sense of piling up of words, but it is full of charm. Coupled with Li Changan's thin gold style of writing, the poem seems even more romantic and suave.

Several men opened their mouths, but they really didn't know how to criticize, because the level of this poem was far beyond that of this era.

After a long while, someone said, "The lyrics are good, but a little vulgar..."

As soon as these words came out, they were laughed at by everyone.

"Nonsense, don't you even look at where this is!"

"Are you going to Si Yongmei in the Jiaofang? Isn't that an insult?"

"What a stunning beauty! They are all lustful, but the difference is huge!"

"This poem, this handwriting, I have never seen this before in my fifty years of wandering around brothels!"

"Don't even mention fifty years. No one has been able to match Dafeng in the six hundred years since its founding!"

……

Hearing everyone talking about it and finding that no one was really criticizing the poem, the old man in the corner on the first floor blushed immediately.

He said what he just said. He had to provoke a fight among these guests. If Li Changan's lyrics were recognized as the best, there would be no auction later.

The Jiaofangsi had high hopes for Fuxiang. If they couldn't select the best poem, the authors of these ten poems would have to bid to compete.

But in the current situation, Li Changan's lyrics have completely overshadowed others, so Fuxiang's comb cage cannot be sold at a high price.

Then, the ten poems were turned over at the same time, and ten names were exposed to everyone.

When they saw that the author of the best "Slim Willow Waist" was actually Li Changan, Meiying Pavilion was immediately in an uproar.

"It turned out to be that great scholar Li!"

"It's Li Changan who is against upholding the principles of heaven and eliminating human desires!"

"As expected, he is against the extinction of human desires. A great scholar actually came to the Jiaofang Bureau to pick up an Oiran. This is really eye-opening!"

"I want to become Mr. Li's apprentice and learn poetry. When I have learned everything, I will come back and kill the Jiaofangsi!"

"Where is Lord Li?"

"Huh? You were just here!"

In fact, there are many students and bureaucrats in the courtyard who are from the Imperial College. If they were outside the Jiaofangsi, these people would criticize Li Changan harshly.

But they could not say it in the Jiaofangsi, because they themselves were there.

Their behavior runs counter to “preserving the laws of nature and eliminating human desires,” so if they dare to speak, they will be slapping themselves in the face.

When everyone reacted, they could no longer see Li Changan.

"Everyone, since you have no objection to Mr. Li's "The Willow Waist" winning the first prize, then I will leave now."

Fuxiang bowed gracefully, then turned and walked into the room, leaving behind a beautiful and charming back.

With her level of cultivation, she had already sensed that tonight's benefactor had already gone to bed.

The guests of Meiying Pavilion were extremely disappointed, but had nothing to say and had to move to other courtyards. After all, there was more than one oiran.

"Let's go, let's go, and come back to see Miss Fuxiang tomorrow."

"Except for Li Changan's lyrics, my poems are the best. Tomorrow, Miss Fuxiang must be mine."

"Don't brag. Come to Meiying Pavilion for tea tomorrow."

Fuxiang room.

A warm fragrance filled the air, and the ground was covered with expensive silk lichen, embroidered with green lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.

Fuxiang walked step by step, and lotus flowers bloomed at every step. The man walked over it and rose to prominence. He really knew how to do business.

A copy of the famous painting "Rain on Banana Leaves" makes the triptych screen come alive. Fuxiang turns in from behind the screen with extraordinary grace, her skin as white as jade faintly visible.

Looking into Li Changan's eyes, Fuxiang lowered her head slightly with a shy smile on her lips.

A woman like this is really a headache.

"Sir, you really gave me a huge surprise."

Fuxiang knelt down beside the bed obediently, gently massaging Li Changan's legs and shoulders, with great tenderness. Li Changan lifted up his exquisite and charming snow-white chin and said calmly, "This skin is really good."

Fuxiang's favorability had already risen to eighty, but she was so excited that she didn't understand Li Changan's implication.

"Thank you, sir. With this poem, I may be able to leave my name in history."

The woman's tone was full of pride, and her eyes were filled with affection like autumn water, making her even more charming and attractive.

Fox girls like to imitate humans, and the idea of ​​brothel girls leaving their names in history is also a fatal temptation for Ye Ji.

Looking back half a year ago, Li Changan took advantage of this characteristic of the fox girl and easily captured Xiao Yuenu.

Poor Xiao Yuenu was confused the whole time, not knowing how the love she had cherished for so many years could be taken away by someone in just a few days.

Li Changan looked at the intoxication in Fuxiang's eyes and couldn't help but sigh, it's not your fault for being too superficial, but I have had countless women.

"Fuxiang, how are you going to thank me?"

The room was as warm as spring, and the two of them suddenly felt a little hot. Fuxiang's face turned slightly red, and she considerately helped Li Changan take off his outer robe, and said while rubbing Li Changan's ear with her plump lips.

"Don't worry, sir. 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 just say that the time is almost up!

Li Changan was very patient. He watched the beautiful woman take off the veil on her body and dance again with her willow-like figure.

"Miss Fuxiang's beauty is so great that few in the capital can match her."

Fuxiang, with a slight scent of sweat on her face, sat down on the bed after the dance, clinging closely to Li Changan.

"You are joking, young master. I am not a beauty at all. The most beautiful woman in the capital, Princess Zhenbei, was born into 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."

"She was born with a stunning spirit, overwhelming all the beauties. Her grace captivated all the people. She was praised by all as the most beautiful woman in the country. Her soul was tied to the human world and attracted the emperor."

"From then on, he became famous and was sent to the imperial palace at the age of thirteen. Later, he was given the title of King Zhenbei by the emperor, the second most meritorious person in the Shanhai Victory."

After hearing Fuxiang's words, Li Changan said, "Be intimate with Fuxiang today, and one day you will definitely be able to enter the princess' boudoir."

After saying this, the sweat on Fuxiang's body cooled down. Li Changan was too scary. He even dared to threaten to sleep with the princess!
"Sir, please don't joke. I will let you do whatever you want tonight. Princess, please forget it. I hope you live a long life."

Li Changan put his arm around Fuxiang's smooth and slender waist, "Just like that poem, I just gave Fuxiang a poem, now I will give you another poem."

Fuxiang hugged Li Changan's waist and felt the strong core muscles of his waist and abdomen. Fuxiang's face turned red and her whole body went weak.

"I am honored and I am all ears."

"All flowers fade, only the blooming one is still blooming, taking all the charm to the small garden. Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk. Frosty birds steal a glance before landing, and the pink butterflies would be heartbroken if they knew. Fortunately, we can sing softly to each other, without the need for sandalwood boards and golden cups."

This poem is a famous line that will be remembered for all eternity, and it happens to contain the two words "Fuxiang". The brothel poem just now can only be regarded as a masterpiece in the circle.

However, this song "Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden" is going to be very popular.

Sure enough, Li Changan felt his waist and abdomen tighten, and Fuxiang suddenly sat up in surprise.

Her watery eyes gradually became hazy, her plump red lips trembled slightly, and her two hands tightly grasped Li Changan's arms.

"Sir, you are a man of great talent, and you are eloquent. Fortunately, I met you on the day when I combed the cage. If I had missed you today, how could I be worthy of this poem?"

Li Changan saw the sparkling tears in Fuxiang's eyes and the emotional value that suddenly rose to ninety, and couldn't help but sigh that the fox girl was so affectionate.

This is not Fuxiang's fault. It can only be said that this poem is really too shocking. Ye Ji is an expert in poetry, so how could she not hear the charm of it?

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and a faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk..."

Fu Xiang's eyes were filled with tears of excitement. She leaned against Li Changan's soft body and continued to tremble slightly. "Does this poem have a name?"

"Give the Jade Beauty the Floating Fragrance."

Li Changan's simple answer softened Fuxiang's bones. She happily threw herself into Li Changan's arms, "Sir, I will leave my name in the world forever."

"Girl, the water is ready."

A maid's voice came from outside the screen, and Fuxiang immediately sat up and helped Li Changan take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear.

Li Changan's body that can travel through the heavens is almost perfect, with well-proportioned and strong muscles, without a trace of fat. He is simply a walking hormone.

Fuxiang's eyes were blurred and her gaze was evasive, but she couldn't help but stare at Li Changan's chest and abdominal muscles.

Li Changan lay comfortably in the bathtub behind the screen. Fuxiang also changed her clothes and was only wearing a light gauze.

"Come in."

Hearing Li Changan's words, Fuxiang did not hesitate and sat directly in the bathtub, sitting on Li Changan's stomach, and hooked her hands around Li Changan's neck.

"Please have mercy, sir..."

Li Changan looked at Fuxiang's emotional bar which was almost full, and knew that now was the time to reveal the truth.

"If Fuxiang has any feelings for me, it is better to meet in person."

Hearing Li Changan's words, Fuxiang trembled all over and avoided looking at Li Changan.

Li Changan knew that emotional values ​​would not lie. Ye Ji, who possessed Fuxiang, had already fallen in love. Li Changan had no fetish for corpses.

If he didn’t know, it wouldn’t matter, but now Li Changan knew the truth.

Fu Xiang bit her lip, and her gaze towards Li Changan became shy but firm, "Li Lang, you are so bold that you don't even ask about my background."

Li Changan smiled gently, "Even if you are the Banshee Queen, I can still sleep with you."

"Hehe, Li Lang is indeed extraordinary."

Fu Xiang laughed as she helped Li Changan finish his bath, then said, "Please wait for a moment, Li Lang."

Not long after, Li Changan saw a woman in gauze walking out from behind the screen.

A charming oval face, small red lips but plump lips, a straight nose, fan-like eyelashes, long and straight eyebrows, and a hint of red at the corners of the eyes.

Her figure and posture are exactly the same as Fuxiang just now, but her face is as beautiful as Fuxiang, even with a touch of charm. This is Yeji's true identity.

"Fuxiang, what should I call you?"

Although Ye Ji had changed into her true form, she still approached him tenderly, "Li Lang, I am your Fuxiang."

Although you can pledge your love to me, your true identity must be kept secret.

Fuxiang untied the veil, hooked her hands around Li Changan's neck, and hung her plump and soft body on Li Changan's back.

"Li Lang is quite arrogant. He calls the Princess of Zhenbei and the Queen of the Demoness. He can sleep without hesitation... I just don't know how strong he is. What can he do to a little demon like me..."

Yeji's body was limp, but her tone was indeed extremely harsh.

With a scream, Ye Ji's body, as smooth and soft as silk, was pressed into the soft bed.

The fertile land that had never been cultivated began to be tested by the violent warriors.

(End of this chapter)