Chapter 130 Sang Wen Yuan Meng.

As the dancers and Yunmeng and Zi Yan left the stage.

The atmosphere was bustling with people, there were endless boats and pleasure crafts on the river, and the cruise ships were swaying, creating a prosperous scene.

Just when everyone was immersed in the music, suddenly, a pleasant and uplifting song was heard!
It turns out that the courtesans from both sides have appeared!
At this time, the lights in the venue were bright, countless fireworks rose up by the river, and huge flowers exploded and bloomed in the sky, decorating the inky night sky. The dazzling colors shone on the faces of the two people on the stage, hazy and magnificent, making people feel like they were in a dream.

"It's Miss Yuan Meng! It's Miss Yuan Meng!"

"The most popular prostitute in Zuixianlou?"

"Who is this second person? Why is he wearing a veil over his face?"

A sharp-eyed scholar called out the identity of the visitor: "It's Miss Sang Wen! Hahaha, great, I didn't expect to meet a singer who is famous in Kyoto today, this is so rare!"

"So this is the beauty in Nanqing's romantic world who can be compared to Si Lili before?"

"Hey, I've heard that tickets for Mr. Sang Wen's concert are hard to come by, and countless people secretly regret not being able to see him in person. Oh, why am I here today? And in the front row? Oh, it turns out that I got the ticket! Hahaha!"

Listening to the arrogant words of this person, the people around him could not help but glare at him. Seeing that he had offended everyone, the person shrank his neck and lowered his head to count ants, as if the things on the ground were more interesting than those on the stage.

Sang Wen on the stage bowed slightly to everyone. Although her face was covered by a veil, one could still tell that she had no expression. She sat on the round stool brought up by the servants, holding the pipa in her arms, and nodded to Yuan Meng beside her.

Yuan Meng smiled quietly with her eyes slightly closed.

Although Li An, who was in Yipinju Building, was also full of anticipation, he also started to mutter to himself.

Although Sang Wen was already famous and often went in and out of Chen's courtyard to sing for Chen Pingping, it was the poems given to her by Fan Xian that really made her famous.

It is still unclear whether Fan Xian gave her any poems. How come she was able to enter Baoyue Tower so quickly and became the top star?
Besides, she often went in and out of Chen Garden and met Chen Pingping, so we had to be on guard. Was the young emperor so confident in letting her come to Northern Qi?

Thinking of this, Li An glanced at Zhan Doudou who was standing beside him with a puzzled expression.

Feeling Li An's scrutiny, Zhan Doudou asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing." Li An shook his head and continued thinking.

As for Yuan Meng, it was even more strange.

She has a close relationship with Prince Jing Li Hongcheng, but actually obeys the orders of the second prince Li Chengze. The Baoyue Tower run by Fan Sizhe and the third prince Li Chengping is managed by Yuan Meng, who is appointed by Li Chengze. All illegal matters are handled secretly by Yuan Meng.

Speaking of this, I have to sigh at the young Third Prince. At such an age, he only knows how to open a brothel to generate income. No wonder he can become the emperor in the end!

Now that Yuan Meng has come to the capital, he must have come with a mission!
Just as he was thinking about it, his thoughts were interrupted by his disciple's voice: "Cute! Interesting!"

Wang Shisanlang had already noticed that Li An was looking unhappy, so he immediately asked, "Why, are you envious?"

"It's just wealth and splendor!" Hong Kaijia smiled proudly, showing off his own views: "Who wouldn't envy such a life? The happiness of those rich people is beyond your imagination."

"Sir, you are also a rich man." Wang Shisanlang's voice became vague and small.

"So. Teacher's happiness."

Wait, why is it so cold in front of me? Hong Kaijia was startled, and when he looked up, he heard the teacher's voice: "Tell me, what is my happiness like?"

"This"

It’s over. Hong Kaijia couldn’t answer the question. He would probably be doubled in surprise when he returned!
"Humph!" Li An snorted coldly, "Only a fool would want to live in such a noisy place, full of chicks and women, so tacky!"

"As a teacher, I only hope that the place where I live will have a clear breeze, bright moon, flowers, plants, birds and animals as my companions. That will be enough for me!"

Li An's words made the little emperor's eyes sparkle, revealing a hint of yearning. Looking at the teacher's righteous, selfless and shameless words, Hong Kaijia's forehead heated up and whispered, "You were the one who looked at it most seriously just now!"

“I’m appreciating art!”

Someone is furious!
"There's no need to be envious. With your majesty's care, wealth and honor are nothing new." Yu Wenyun, the eunuch standing behind Zhan Doudou, sneered disdainfully.

All I heard was Zhan Doudou frowning, but he didn't get angry.

As the laughter and noise came from the top floor, the performance below the stage had already begun.

There was not much music, only the two crisp sounds of Sang Wen's music, which attracted everyone's attention.

Sang Wen regained her spirits, and the veil on her face fell off without her noticing, revealing her thin curved eyebrows and red lips. Her facial features were extremely beautiful, but when put together, they looked a little dull.

But everything changed when she smiled.

I saw her stroking the pipa with her delicate hands, and she sang with her lips slightly parted: "How come my skirt is so wide? My skin is cut like jade, and my waist is fragrant. I didn't touch the spoon to eat, and yesterday it was as slow as turning a pancake, and my breath was as weak as a thread. If you want to enjoy it, don't kill yourself. If you are honest, why should you refuse? We have been making a fuss for a long time. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but it turned into a deep longing."

The singing is soothing, gentle and extremely provocative.

As the music started, the green sword in Yuan Meng's hand slipped out from her sleeve, and she held it on the sword and danced gracefully.

She was wearing a long robe, and the jade sword in her hand moved with the wind, which contained beauty. Not only did people feel the rhythm, but more of a spiritual pursuit.

When Sang Wen sang the line "Hitting a thread", Yuan Meng was already holding the sword in both hands, suspended in the air, performing various difficult moves one after another.

The figure is charming yet relaxing.
Everyone in the field was fascinated. Even Li An, the grandmaster, felt his mouth dry and he could not help but lift up the teacup beside him and drink it all in one gulp.

When I put down the cup, I realized that it was not my own teacup. There was a bright red lip print on it!

Turning my head to the left, I saw that Zhan Doudou's face was already red, but fortunately she didn't say anything blaming me.

Seeing that no one paid attention to this, Li An apologized quietly and turned his head to look outside.

I calmed down my pounding heart which was caused by the performance or something else.

When the performance on stage ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief for some reason!
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"What did I see tonight? Is this something I can see?"

"Why are you all clapping? You're all just standing there in a daze!"

"Brother, do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

As the crowd exclaimed in amazement, the atmosphere in the venue reached its climax.

The first female host came on stage again and said: "I believe that everyone has seen the wonderful performances of Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju, and will give a high score in your heart."

"But if it's just to get everyone to cheer, it's not enough!"

The woman finally revealed her true intentions: "Since we want to determine which of the two buildings is superior, we must use a special method!"

"Then please write a poem to dedicate to your favorite people! We will decide the winner based on the quality of the poem!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

I didn't expect it. I thought we were just going to enjoy singing and dancing tonight, but I didn't expect to hear poetry. Some self-aware people were looking forward to it, waiting for the excellent works of the literati present!
Just as all the scholars were racking their brains, the female host's words pushed the atmosphere to its highest point!
"The one with the best poem in this performance will be the guest of the second-floor courtesan!"

(End of this chapter)