Chapter Fifty-Four: Overjoyed and Flustered

  "Pshaw, Wang Yan, you and I studied in the same hall, how many catties and taels of this poem's true authorship are extremely clear to me! This poem is absolutely not written by you!" Gao Ajunfeng was very certain, his tone firm, while also revealing a hint of sourness.

  Wang Yun loudly asked: "Gao A Junfeng, don't spout nonsense, you say my poem is stolen, do you have evidence?"

  "This poem is really good, I've never heard it before!"

  "It's true, it wasn't until now that I realized Wang Yun is actually a mid-to-high-level expert!"

  "Maybe in the near future, our Daqi will have a task like Xie Lingyun!"

  ……

  The people downstairs also started discussing, their voices were not loud, but the second floor could still hear clearly.

  Gao A-jun's anger grew as he listened, his heart burning with jealousy. He hated not being able to tear Wang Yan apart. But he couldn't find any evidence of Wang Yan's plagiarism, so he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red with rage, staring fixedly in Wang Yan's direction, silently cursing him.

  Seeing Gao A Jun's peak speechless, Wang Yan was very pleased and satisfied in his heart. He came out of the elegant room, smiled at the woman in black, and asked with a swing of his fan: "Miss Lihua, are you still satisfied with my poem?"

  "The prince is indeed skilled, I am deeply impressed." The black-clad woman's eyes sparkled with amusement, her gentle gaze capable of melting even the coldest of hearts.

  Wang Yun smiled and didn't respond. He was the one who had struck down Gao A Junfeng, but this poem wasn't actually written by him, so he wouldn't be complacent or self-satisfied about it.

  "I wonder if any of you gentlemen have any other excellent works to share, so that we can all appreciate and learn from them together?" The black-clad woman's gentle gaze slowly swept across everyone, her voice as clear and melodious as ever, with a hint of tremolo, piercing straight into their hearts.

  The Poet Immortal Li Bai, in terms of poetic skills, throughout history, there are hardly a few people who can surpass him. Although this poem is written to praise the beauty of Yang Guifei, it's a flattering piece, but the wording and style of the whole poem are quite excellent.

  Everyone fell silent, no one dared to recite a poem, after all, good poems had come before, if they couldn't produce something decent, they would be greatly embarrassed.

  "Poetry and songs require inspiration. I suppose you gentlemen came in a hurry, and it's normal that you can't produce something beyond your usual work under pressure. As I said earlier, I'll play another piece today, thank you to Gao Gongzi and Wang Gongzi for giving me face, and this will also serve as the end of our poetry gathering!"

  The woman in black finished speaking, and then sat upright on the embroidered stool, her body straight as a pen, making the object on her chest appear even more plump. The woman's slender fingers gently stroked the pipa, producing a crisp and clear sound like the collision of jade pendants, a sound that was round and smooth as pearls, entrancing people, intoxicating their hearts.

  This time, Gao Xing seemed to be lightly closing his eyes, indulging in the beautiful piano sound, but in fact he was raising his perception to the extreme, the true energy of the Longevity Technique flowing through his body, carefully feeling the changes in the piano sound.

  "As expected." A moment later, Wei Huan's eyes suddenly opened wide with excitement, and two sharp glints flashed by.

  A sound that can make a professionally trained dragon elite let down its guard and become infatuated is not just any ordinary sound. I'm glad I had previously suspected that the melody carried a hint of enchanting hypnosis, and now that I've carefully felt it, indeed it does.

  The sound of the piano is beautiful, but what's even more amazing is that it can evoke your emotions, taking you into a beautiful dream or memory that you've woven yourself, making you unable to extricate yourself. Just look at Wang Yan, who is sleeping soundly in his mother's arms, and the people downstairs, whose faces are filled with joyful, excited, or happy smiles as they wander off into their own little worlds. It's clear that one's conjectures are not off the mark when one sees how delighted everyone is.

  What is her origin? What's her purpose?

  According to Wang Yun, the black-clad woman named Lihua arrived at Zuiyuelou just over a month ago and conquered everyone with her unique piano skills and talent, becoming the undisputed flower queen.

  With a joyful heart, his thoughts were turning, but his face was calm, his eyes narrowed into a thin slit, covering the sharp and profound light in his eyes, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the beautiful music, also as if he was intoxicated in his own heart.

  "Alas, is it going to end like this?" Wang Yuqing came to, wiping away the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and let out a somewhat disappointed sigh. He cast his gaze towards that side of the stage, but apart from that low table and that single shoe, the black-clothed woman had already vanished without a trace.

  The crowd gradually woke up, lamenting the black-clad woman's superb piano skills on one hand, and complaining about the fleeting time on the other.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, my daughters have dressed up carefully in anticipation of your arrival! But you scoundrels, your minds are all on Lihua. How can you bear to break the hearts of my other daughters? How will they survive?" Madam Zhang's voice seemed to be magnetic, instantly attracting the attention of all the men present.

  Zhang Mama walked onto the stage with a seductive gait, her full and plump body on full display. With every wave of her arm and lift of her hand, she exuded charm and allure, each raised eyebrow and smile seeming to beckon and entice. Her mature and enticing aura stirred up the deepest recesses of one's heart, stimulating a surge in male hormones.

  "Mother Zhang, you're wrong, my heart is no longer on Miss Li, it's all on you! In my heart, you are the most beautiful. Why don't we become a loving couple tonight? What do you think?" A rough voice rose, but it was a rich merchant dressed in luxurious clothes, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at Mother Zhang, as if wanting to tear off her clothes and reveal his naked lust.

  Zhang's mother smiled coyly and batted her eyelashes, saying: "You rascal! You're so good at coaxing people! As long as you dare to come, and don't despise my old age and faded beauty, I'll serve you with all my heart!" Zhang's mother had a hint of blush on her face, and her eyes were full of flirtatious intentions.

  The man who was teasing her was dryly laughing, not responding, and could only keep swallowing his saliva. He really wanted to pounce on Zhang's mother and have a good time, but he had to endure his desire, after all, the hunger of the lower body was still bearable compared to life.

  Nobody knows exactly how old Zhang's mother is. She looks the same as she did twelve years ago when Zuiyuelou was established in Ye City. Time seems to have left no mark on this woman, and she remains as beautiful and maturely charming as ever.

  Although she was so beautiful and charming, no one dared to really get along with her. It is said that when Zhang Mama was young and drifted away from the world, she got sick and became a mother of Zuixi Building after being a famous courtesan.

  There was once a merchant from afar who didn't believe in evil and couldn't control his desires. After spending a night with Zhang Mama, he suddenly contracted a terrible venereal disease. Not only did his vast fortune vanish into thin air, but he also recklessly ended his own life. From then on, those who came to the Drunken Moon Building to flirt with courtesans would often joke and play with Zhang Mama, but no one dared to truly indulge in carnal pleasures with her.

  "Daughters, all come out and let these gentlemen pamper you!" Zhang Mama chuckled, her silk handkerchief fluttering as she swayed her waist like a water snake, doing her best to stir up the flames in the men's hearts.

  "Here they come, here they come!" Instantly, the young ladies who had dispersed at the beginning of the poetry meeting, like butterflies fluttering around flowers, with their skirts flying and chirping voices, came down from upstairs, some charming, some cold-eyed, some gentle, with a thousand charms and a hundred allurements, dazzling the eyes and captivating the heart.

  "Prince Wang, Miss Lihua has invited you." Just then, a pretty maid came to the outer room of the happy pavilion and said softly.

  "Oh? Hehe, okay, I'll go, I'll go!" Wang Yan's face was excited, and he accidentally knocked over the cups on the table, shaking his head with excitement. In his heart, he also had some expectations for that mysterious Lihua.

  Looking delighted, she followed Wang Wei's back, and the maid didn't object either. She led the two of them along the corridor towards Lihua's boudoir.

  Gao A Junfeng led Hu Jun and Wang Meng out the door, just as they happened to run into Wang Yan and Gao Xing. Seeing Wang Yan's self-satisfied and arrogant appearance, Gao A Junfeng couldn't help but let out a heavy hum of anger and hatred, glared at Wang Yan with a fierce gaze before storming down the stairs and hastily exiting the Drunken Moon Building.

  His follower, Hu Jun, looked at the white-clothed Gao Xing with a curious and puzzled gaze. This white-clothed youth seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen him before. As for Gao Xing, he couldn't help but pay attention to him, after all, an enemy's friend is also an enemy.

  Delighted, the two followed Ya Tou all the way to the fourth floor and were invited into the black-clad woman's boudoir. This was a suite, with a very large living room in front, separated from the bedroom by a beaded curtain. The decoration in the room was not luxurious, but it was very elegant and looked very comfortable.

  Wang Yun and Gao Xing entered the room, Li Hua was still wearing a black gauze dress, with a black veil covering her face.

  "Miss Lihua, I bid you farewell! It was an honor to have met you!" Wang Yun said with a gentle smile on his face, holding a feather fan and bowing respectfully.

  "Miss Lihua is good, I'm glad." Gao Xing also bowed, with a faint expression on his face and clear eyes.

  "My name is Zhang Lihua, I have met two young masters." The woman in black smiled and curtsied.

  "Are you Zhang Lihua?" Excitement's face changed, and he exclaimed.

  "What's wrong, Young Master Gao?" asked Hei Yīnǚ (Black Dress Lady) Zhang Lihua with a puzzled expression.

  Wang Yun looked at Gao Xing in confusion, this was the first time he saw his usually calm brother change his expression.

  "I'm messed up." Happy wanted to say this sentence.