Chapter 285: Biao Biao: Let Li Changan enter the palace? Castrate him?
The next day, starting from the afternoon, guests began to gather in Meiying Pavilion.

Yesterday it was the combing of cages, today it is the tea-making, from today on Fuxiang is officially open.

There are more and more people in the courtyard, and the number is even greater than yesterday. This is easy to understand. After all, the men are very clear about the routines of the Jiaofangsi, and many of them are determined not to accept the price gouging.

As it was almost evening, these hungry men stared at the door of Fuxiang's room, looking forward to seeing that unforgettable figure.

After all, those who come to the Jiaofangsi don’t care about being the first to eat.

However, Fuxiang did not come out, only the little maid ran out.

"My dear guests, the young lady said that Mr. Li has not had enough fun yet, so she will not accept any guests today."

When the maid's words were heard, the whole courtyard was in an uproar. This kind of thing was very rare.

Which courtesan doesn't take advantage of the combing basket to receive different customers in succession and make a fortune?

Thinking of Fuxiang's outstanding grace yesterday, the guests felt so jealous that they felt like vinegar was dripping out of their hearts.

"Miss Fuxiang, don't be fooled by Li Changan. How can you sleep for two days at a time?"

"I heard that Li Changan is also a martial artist. That's really troublesome!"

"I'll go talk to Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Rites and ask him to ban warriors from entering the Jiaofangsi from now on!"

"If I had known I would not have come today, wouldn't it be better to come tomorrow?"

"Let's go, let's go. We won't look for other courtesans tonight. We will accumulate strength for Miss Fuxiang."

……

However, to the men's great disappointment and anger, the result was the same on the third day.

Fuxiang passed on the message again that Mr. Li did not enjoy the party enough and would not receive any guests for the time being.

The guests were not happy with this and started making a fuss.

"What's going on? Is this possible?!"

"Li Daru, Li Daxia, you can't be so selfish!"

"Say less, Lord Li is the night watchman of the Golden Gong, don't provoke him."

"The night watchman is indeed a bully, Miss Fuxiang must have been forced!"

"So what? It's not against the law to force a girl from the Jiaofangsi to do so."

"It's too much, it's too much!"

Maybe because the commotion was too serious this time, the maid took out two pieces of calligraphy, one was "Slim Willow Waist" and the other was "Presented to the Jade Beauty with Floating Fragrance".

"Miss Fuxiang said that if the poems written by future guests cannot surpass these two, she will no longer receive them."

When the two poems were displayed, the small courtyard instantly fell into a long silence.

Because there is really no fault to be found in that timeless quatrain, and the language is elegant, vivid, and the artistic conception is profound.

This is simply a dimensionality-lowering attack. Li Changan can be sure that no one in this era can write such poems.

These two poems, one vulgar and the other elegant, have blocked two roads and no one can surpass them.

……

In the warm and fragrant room, Fuxiang's long white legs were placed on Li Changan's waist, her snow-white arms were hooked around Li Changan's neck, and Fuxiang was lying on Li Changan, panting.

Xue Ji's words were not exaggerated at all. Fuxiang now knew how powerful it was when a martial artist's physique and Taoist cultivation were combined at the same time.

Li Changan rubbed Fuxiang's smooth and slender waist, and was also impressed by the strength of the fourth-grade demon's body. Ye Ji's fighting power was stronger than Xue Ji's.

"Fuxiang, it's getting dark, go to bed early."

A trace of fatigue flashed across Fuxiang's eyes, and then she gritted her teeth and said, "I will accompany you to the end."

The two little maids behind the screen blushed and could not raise their heads. The embarrassing voice rang out again.

Mr. Li is a warrior, and he has heard that warriors are powerful, but this girl is too strong!

On the morning of the third day, Li Changan was bored and studying the small jade mirror, while Fuxiang was sleeping soundly on his chest.

[No. 5: No. 1, No. 6, No. 7, what interesting things have happened in Beijing recently? ]

……

No one responded, read but not replied.

[No. 5: You three, pretend to be dead! ]

[No. 6: Already left Beijing, don’t worry. ]

[No. 5: No. 1, No. 7, what are you doing? You are not sleeping in the middle of the day! ]

……

Half an hour later.

[No. 5: No. 9, the Tiandihui is going to be destroyed! No one listens to what they say! Do you want to intervene?]

Li Changan sneered. Lina didn't get a response for a long time and became a little angry.

Because in previous situations like this, someone would always answer the call, and although No. 1's words were brief, he would never fail to respond.

Li Changan moved his fingers slightly, "The wind and the sea are calm, and the world is at peace."

Almost at the same time as Li Changan replied, a sentence appeared in the small mirror.

[No. 1: There is no big news, but there is some gossip, but it is not interesting. ]

Huaiqing sat in front of the mirror, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, his bright face full of loss.

【Number Five: Gossip is great! 】

【No. 2: That sounds interesting! 】

[Nine: I want to listen, too.]

After a while, Huaiqing's echo appeared on the mirror.

[Number One: Li Changan, a great scholar in the capital, wrote two masterpieces for the most famous courtesan in the Jiaofang Bureau, and has not left the house for two days and two nights.]

[That courtesan has announced that she will only receive Li Daru from now on.]

Then, Huaiqing actually wrote an entire poem and a lyrics on the small mirror.

Li Changan grinned. Huaiqing was so well-informed. Huaiqing knew the news even when he was still in Fuxiang's bed.

[No. 6: Good poem! Good words! ]

Seeing Hengyuan’s reply, Li Changan couldn’t help but complain in his heart, how can a monk like you understand?

[No. 5: Are these poems good? I can’t tell.]

【No. 2: It’s okay, just like that. 】

Li Miaozhen's lips were curled up and her cheeks were puffed up in front of the small mirror.

She looked up at the poems on the wall and felt a little balanced in her heart. These poems were sent by Li Changan in the past six months.

"The wind and rain are bleak, the clouds are low, the mountains are abrupt, and crows are crying. Holding a three-foot-long green sword, I want to climb Mount Emei to find my beloved wife."

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country."

"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have met you at Yaotai under the moon."

……

She put the small mirror on the table, feeling very complicated. "Brother Li wrote so many poems for me, they should be much better than those written for that courtesan."

"Am I wrong...I should have gone to the capital with him...Why are all men like this? Senior Brother is like this, and Brother Li is like this too!"

Li Miaozhen was thinking about living together with Li Changan, but the last layer of paper was not broken, and she suddenly felt a little regretful.

In fact, Li Miaozhen didn't understand much poetry, she just thought that Li Changan's handwriting was beautiful and his poems were easy to recite, so she felt that the ones Li Changan gave her were better.

"How annoying! When we were in Jianzhou, I saw that Sect Master Xiao was interested in Brother Li, but when he came to the capital, he was still entangled with other women!"

When Li Miaozhen was worried and anxious, she suddenly saw a long reply from No. 1.

[No. 1: No. 2, No. 5, are you barbarians or have you never been to school? These two poems are more than good.

Especially this line "Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk" is simply a masterpiece that will be remembered forever.

No one has been able to write such a poem in the past few thousand years. Lady Fuxiang will probably be famous for eternity! 】

Huaiqing became angrier and angrier as she wrote, and she couldn't help feeling a little panicked. She was so angry that she kept hitting her chest, but she couldn't feel her heart beating no matter how hard she hit it.

Looking at her plump chest, Huaiqing felt a surge of anger in her heart for some unknown reason.

"Why should I be angry? I shouldn't be angry, but I am a little angry.

This poem is so well written! No wonder the courtesan no longer accepts customers. She has already gained a great reputation, so why would she accept customers? "

"This Li Changan is not only a man of great talent, but also a playboy and a great talent!"

"I have recruited a genius who will be remembered for ages. I should be happy, very happy!"

[No. 1: No. 2, your information seems to be inaccurate. This hero Li has more than one confidante, Lady Feiyan. What kind of hero is this? He is just a playboy. ]

Seeing Number One say this, Li Miaozhen suddenly became serious, "How can Number One say this about Brother Li?"

[No. 2: He should be a talented and romantic man. Besides, isn’t this normal?]

Huaiqing couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he saw No. 2 talking to Li Changan. Yes, all the men of high status in Dafeng had three wives and four concubines.

The lady of the courtesan who had just been combed would no longer receive customers, so there was nothing wrong in redeeming her and making her a concubine.

In this world, apart from the poor, perhaps only the princesses and county ladies' husbands and their concubines would not have three wives and four concubines.

Li Changan is neither a prince consort nor a royal consort, so what is there to be dissatisfied about?

When Li Changan saw Li Miaozhen's speech, he couldn't help but admire Li Miaozhen for really being on his side, and it was worth it for him to send her poems during this period of time.

In this world, he must be surrounded by beauties. Judging from the original novel, Li Miaozhen would not mind this, and Li Changan respected Li Miaozhen very much and did not have excessive contact with her.

[Number 7: I have been in the brothel these past two days and have personally seen the courtesan Fuxiang and two poems by Lord Li. They are so elegant and graceful that they are hard to find in the history. A remarkable man has appeared in Dafeng!]

[No. 6: No. 7 is right, Hero Li is indeed a remarkable man! ]

[No. 5: He didn't go out for two days and two nights. He is indeed a strange person.]

[Number Nine: I have seen that hero Li several times before. He is truly a rare talent, one in a million!]

"Snapped!"

Huaiqing placed the small mirror upside down on the table, turned over and lay on the bed, kicking his feet angrily a few times.

"What's wrong with this world? Everyone thinks Li Changan is a good person. Could it be that I am wrong?"

She had always been competitive, and she slapped the bed a few times in anger. Then she suddenly sat up gracefully and smoothed her messy black hair with both hands.

[No. 1: Everyone is right. It is said in the capital that Lord Li is a genius of all ages.]

After writing this sentence angrily, Huaiqing put the small mirror back into his sleeve and never looked at it again.

Li Changan's mouth was grinning almost to his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"What is popular support and what is word-of-mouth explosion? This is it! Even for something like visiting a brothel, Her Highness the Princess has to praise me."

Li Changan was laughing when he suddenly felt a tingling sensation down there. "Hiss... Fuxiang, stop it."

The beautiful woman in his arms stammered, "Ah, did Fuxiang disturb you, sir... I'm so sorry."

Li Changan took the small mirror away and looked up at the big, perfumed eyes staring at him.

"Fuxiang...I've had enough rest...I want to serve you again..."

Hiss, this little goblin.

In the Lin'an Palace.

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

Lin'an held his chin with one hand, his peach blossom eyes staring straight at the two poems on the table. As a fan of banned erotic books, he was most sensitive to romance.

The level of these two poems is higher than any banned book she has ever read.

"What a beautiful poem... What a beautiful conception... What a beautiful plum blossom... Li Changan is such a talented person."

"I have met her more than a dozen times, why have I never thought of asking her for a poem? It's all Li Changan's fault. He can't get enough of the vernacular novels he gives me, so how can he have the time to think about anything else?"

Lin'an thought foolishly in his heart, but then his pretty face turned cold again.

"You are so good, Li Daru, you actually went to the Jiaofangsi without telling me!"

"That's not right... How can a man who can write forbidden books about romance not understand romance? If a man who understands romance is still so young, it would be a bit abnormal if he doesn't go to the Jiaofangsi."

"No! I don't want Li Changan to go to the Jiaofangsi!"

The little palace maid stood aside, watching Princess Lin'an angry, laughing, and dazed. This kind of neurotic feeling was very rare.

"Hey! Is there any way to prevent a man from going to the Jiaofangsi?"

Princess Lin'an suddenly spoke, and the little palace maid was startled.

"Your Highness... I heard that men who don't go to the Jiaofangsi are either poor, or eunuchs in the palace, or their wives are very strict with them after they get married..."

After hearing the palace maid's words, Princess Lin'an fell into deep thought.

"Let Li Changan enter the palace to cleanse himself and stay with me... I don't know if he is willing or not. He may not be willing."

"Then find him a powerful wife to keep him under control! Don't let him go to the Jiaofangsi again!"

"Huaiqing should be the most severe woman in the world. I can't let Huaiqing marry him. I will be unhappy if Huaiqing marries him."

Princess Lin'an thought for a long time and suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed weird.

"That's not right... Why should I care about Li Changan's affairs? What does it have to do with me whether he goes to the Jiaofangsi or not?"

Thinking of this, Princess Lin'an's face turned red, she discovered a big problem.

"No way, no way... I won't fall in love with Li Changan like in the storybooks."

As soon as this thought arose in her mind, Lin'an thought of the way Li Chang'an stared at her, and the feeling of her heart pounding when their eyes met.

Lin'an's cheeks turned hot involuntarily, and her heart began beating violently again.

"Forget it, I've only known him for two or three months. It shouldn't happen."

With this thought in mind, Lin'an felt it necessary to go find Li Chang'an again. If he could face it calmly, it meant that there would be no emotional entanglement between them.

She walked slowly to the mirror and looked at her beautiful face in the mirror, feeling full of confidence.

"It seems that I haven't visited Li Changan for ten days."

"I am a princess, so it's not too much to ask him for a poem, right? Could it be that in his heart, I am not as good as an oiran he just met for the first time?"

(End of this chapter)