Night Watchman: Linked to the Legend of Sword and Fairy game, strongly promoting Huaiqing.

They were not proficient in music, as music is a niche art form.

However, if it's a competition of poetry, then it's fair.

After all, talented scholars and writers are all proficient in poetry.

"good."

"I agree with what Young Master Li said."

"Music is too niche to be counted."

"In the past, one had to be the best at poetry in order to enter the Floating Fragrance Maiden's pavilion."

"We must have a poetry competition to satisfy you."

"..."

Scholars, poets, talented young men, and so on all spoke up.

Fu Xiang was the most beautiful courtesan in the Imperial Music Bureau, a woman of unparalleled beauty, a master of music, and exceptional talent.

Everyone wanted to go to her attic to drink and chat with her.

They were naturally unwilling to simply hand over the opportunity to Li Xuan.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiang paused in his steps.

But seeing the situation on the ground, there was nothing that could be done but feel helpless.

She looked at Li Xuan and said softly, "Young Master, I'm sorry."

Li Xuan said calmly, "It's alright, let's have a poetry contest."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiang was taken aback.

Judging from Li Xuan's tone, he clearly didn't take the people present seriously.

"Could this person be quite skilled in poetry as well?"

Fu Xiang thought to herself.

Since then.

She walked onto the stage, her voice slowly rising as she said, "In that case, let's have a poetry contest."

"Whoever wins first place can follow me to the attic."

The words fell.

Everyone looked excited.

The same applies to Li Feng.

Although his talent was only mediocre, he was rich and powerful. One of his subordinates was one of the top ten scholars in the capital.

With him in charge, I don't believe he can't win first place in poetry.

"I'll come first!"

At this moment, someone immediately stepped forward and began to compose a poem.

Next.

One by one, talented scholars and writers came up to compose poems and demonstrate their abilities.

Their abilities vary; some are below average, some are average, and some are close to above average...

Li Feng's subordinate composed a poem that was close to being of high quality, and it was temporarily ranked first.

Seeing this, Li Feng revealed a proud expression.

"Hmph!" He glanced at Li Xuan and snorted coldly.

"In terms of music, no one can compare to you, but when it comes to poetry? What are you?"

He looked at Li Xuan and sneered.

Li Xuan glanced at Li Feng, this clown, then looked away, too lazy to pay him any attention.

A moment later.

No one came up to write poetry anymore.

"Hahaha!"

"I am the first!"

Li Feng shouted excitedly.

"Miss Fuxiang, please!"

He looked at Fu Xiang with a greedy glint in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Fu Xiang frowned, somewhat disgusted.

But Li Feng's poems are indeed ranked first, unmatched by anyone.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

Just as she was about to speak.

"Wait a moment!"

A voice slowly rang out.

Li Xuan stepped forward and said calmly, "I haven't written a poem yet."

Upon hearing this, Li Feng was taken aback, then said disdainfully, "You?"

"You better get down here right now, poetry isn't something you can handle."

Li Xuan's eyes narrowed, a murderous glint flashing within them.

Even though he regarded Li Feng as an ant and completely disregarded him, the repeated disturbances still stirred up murderous intent in him.

He withdrew his gaze and walked over.

Then a voice rang out.

"All the flowers fade, only the blooming one is still blooming, bringing all its charm to the little garden."

"The shadows are sloping and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk."

"The frost-covered bird, about to descend, first steals a glance; if the butterflies knew, they would surely be heartbroken."

"Fortunately, we have gentle verses to share, so there is no need for clappers and golden goblets."

As the poem was recited, everyone was stunned.

Then they all looked at Fu Xiang, their faces showing envy.

Because this poem actually contains the name of the girl named Fu Xiang.

Moreover, it's a poem of superior quality!

With this poem, it's likely that Fu Xiang will become the most beautiful courtesan in the world, her fame lasting for thousands of years.

"A superb poem, excellent!"

"He surpassed Li Feng, so the first place is well-deserved."

"It even has the name of Miss Fuxiang, that's amazing."

"Once this poem is recited, Miss Fuxiang will become the most beautiful courtesan in the world, known to all."

"A master of music and poetry, who exactly is this person?"

"This person is very talented and will surely have a bright future."

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Everyone immediately gasped in amazement, their voices rising incessantly.

"The shadows are sloping and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk."

Fu Xiang's beautiful eyes lit up, and her face lit up with joy.

She looked at Li Xuan with an admiring gaze, tinged with a strange emotion.

Her music was superb, her poetry was superb, so let's name it after her.

Even though she was a demon woman, she was moved by such a man and felt affection and attraction towards him.

"Thank you for composing a poem for Fuxiang, young master."

Fu Xiang bowed, revealing a look of gratitude.

Then, expectantly, he said, "Please follow Fu Xiang, young master."

After saying that, she walked gracefully up to the pavilion.

Li Xuan followed.

"Damn it!" Li Feng's face contorted with rage at the sight.

But there was nothing they could do.

Because Li Xuan's poems indeed surpassed those written for him by his subordinates.