Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

The servant spoke eloquently, while Wang Qian, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, sat at the table with a relaxed demeanor, intently working on the score.

He wore a flower in his hair, looking every bit the dashing and debonair rich young master.

After a moment, Wang Qian put down his pen and handed the completed musical score to the maid beside him: "Miss Cherry, please deliver this completed musical score to Miss Yuwei. Tell her that I am waiting to meet her tonight."

The maid, Cherry, held the sheet music and nodded slightly: "Young Master, please wait a moment."

The onlookers immediately started discussing among themselves.

"Young Master Wang, Song, the courtesan, has extremely high standards. Seven men have already completed her musical scores, but none of them have met her approval. Do you think yours will work?"

Wang Qian glanced at the man, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "Seven people, so what? Just ordinary mortals. Even if there were seventy or seven hundred, they wouldn't catch Miss Song's eye!"

He paused, his tone growing increasingly arrogant: "This young master is different from them! Have any of you heard of the Shangyin Academy?"

The man was immediately startled: "Of course I've heard of the prestigious Shangyin Academy! It's a treasure trove of knowledge, excelling in everything from classics and history to military strategy, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting! Could it be that you, Young Master Wang, studied there?"

Wang Qian proudly raised his chin, and his servant immediately chimed in, "Listen up! My young master's ancestral home is the Langya Wang clan. The current Prime Minister, Lord Wang Jin, is my young master's cousin! Only scions of noble families are qualified to enter the Shangyin Academy for further studies!"

"Ouch!"

The man quickly bowed and apologized, "I was very rude! I didn't expect the Wang family to be not only incredibly wealthy, but also a branch of a prominent clan. My apologies!"

Within the Great Qian Dynasty, the status of aristocratic families and ordinary people was vastly different.

Even though Wang Qian was only a collateral branch of the Langya Wang clan, he was still worthy of awe.

Wang Qian, hands behind his back, scoffed, "It's alright, ignorance is no excuse!"

He basked in the envious and awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, feeling as if he were floating on air.

"Make way!"

A sudden voice rang out, interrupting Wang Qian's smugness.

He turned his head and saw a dashing young man in a coarse military uniform standing behind him.

The servants immediately stepped forward to stop them: "What do you think you're doing? Don't disturb my young master's enjoyment!"

Lin Feng pointed to the table behind Wang Qian: "Naturally, it's to complete Miss Song's incomplete score."

Upon hearing this, the entire room erupted in laughter.

Those who knew Raymond Lam couldn't help but step forward to advise him: "General Lin, why bother with this? Why not just use your military merits to get a chance to meet the courtesan?"

"General Lin is a master at killing Tartars, we admire him! But repairing musical scores is a refined affair, something our soldiers are not suited for."

Wang Qian sized Lin Feng up and down, then asked, "Your surname is Lin? You're the Lin Feng who killed a hundred Tartars in that battle?"

His eyes were full of curiosity and exploration, but there was not a trace of respect for the hero.

"Exactly!"

Lin Feng nodded and pointed to the table again: "Young Master Wang, please move aside, I need to complete the score."

Wang Qian smiled dismissively and stepped aside to make way for him.

"Completing sheet music requires years of immersion in music theory; it cannot be accomplished by brute force alone."

"Back when I was studying at Shangyin Academy, I worked hard day and night to hone my skills to the point where I am today."

"It's pathetic, lamentable, and laughable that someone would actually try their luck to meet the most beautiful courtesan!"

His fans immediately joined in the laughter and commotion, all waiting to see Raymond Lam make a fool of himself.

Although the others had a good impression of Lin Feng, they did not believe that he could really complete the musical score.

The madam, Yunniang, sighed anxiously from the side.

Wang Qian and Lin Feng are not people she can afford to offend.

He could only secretly ponder how to extricate himself from the predicament, lest the situation become too ugly.

Just then, the maid Cherry came out, holding the musical score that Wang Qian had repaired.

"Cherry Girl, what did Miss Song say?"

Wang Qian immediately went to greet him, his tone urgent.

Ever since he met Song Yuwei once, he has been obsessed with her and longs to be with her.

Now that the opportunity is right in front of them, they can't resist it.

Cherry smiled apologetically: "Young Master Wang, the young lady said that the musical score you completed was quite talented, but... it doesn't match the score she envisioned, so she cannot meet with you."

Wang Qian's smile froze instantly, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

He was actually rejected?

Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, and others who were watching the commotion immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"As expected of the top courtesan, she has excellent taste."

"What do you mean by 'high standards'? It's clearly this guy surnamed Wang who's incompetent!"

"He kept mentioning the Shangyin Academy, but he still got rejected, didn't he?"

"Shh! I think he went to the Lower Underworld, not the Upper Underworld Academy..."

"Hahaha! You've got a really sharp tongue!"

The whispers reached Wang Qian's ears, and he was instantly enraged.

But the thought of Song Yuwei being in the room not far away made him suppress his anger and feign composure, saying, "Very well! Since it doesn't meet Miss Song's expectations, I'll go back and think about it some more."

"Since no one here can repair this sheet music, I will send you another copy another day."

While Wang Qian was still arguing, Lin Feng had already seen the incomplete score on the table, and the relevant information immediately appeared on the virtual panel in his mind.

This piece, titled "Sunset Flute and Drum," is an ancient pipa piece dating back over three hundred years. Its melody is tranquil and beautiful, with a profound and evocative atmosphere.

Lin Feng knew nothing about music theory, but the moment his eyes fell on the incomplete score, the complete score clearly appeared in his mind.

He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to fill in the score with fluid, uninterrupted movements.

Even more miraculously, the musical score played automatically in his mind, and he seemed to see with his own eyes the afterglow of the setting sun spreading across the river, the melodious sound of the flute echoing across the wilderness, and the sound of the evening drum as riverboats slowly glided by...

nice!

Lin Feng, who has never had any artistic talent, was now immersed in the meaning of the ancient music.

As he wielded his brush and splashed ink, he completely forgot the noise around him.

"Cherry Girl".

Lin Feng put down his brush, stood up, and interrupted Wang Qian's incessant chatter: "I have finished the musical score. Please give it to Miss Song."

So fast?

Wang Qian glanced at him sideways and said sarcastically, "Lin Feng, how long did it take you to finish? Trying to fool Miss Song with something so crudely made isn't the act of a true man!"

Lin Feng was too lazy to argue with him and handed the sheet music directly to Yingtao: "Whether it is crudely made or not, Young Master Wang does not need to judge. Miss Song will know after she has seen it."

He paused, then added, "As for Young Master Wang, who comes from the Shangyin Academy, his supplementary musical score also failed to meet Miss Song's standards."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qian's servants erupted in uproar.

"You, surnamed Lin! How dare you speak to my young master like that?"

Several servants surrounded them, and it looked like they were about to make a move.

As soon as they moved, Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, Wang Tu and others stepped forward, glaring angrily.

"What do you want? How dare you lay a hand on a squad leader in the army?"

"Come on! If you want to fight, then fight! I'll fight you to the bitter end!"

The tension was palpable, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

The madam, Yunniang, was terrified and quickly ran between the two to smooth things over.

"Gentlemen, please calm down! Everyone, please calm down! We're all here to have fun, why resort to violence and ruin the harmony?"

She turned and called out to the backyard, "Girls! Quickly, bring some tea and snacks!"

"Young Master Wang, General Lin, please calm down, please calm down!"

After much persuasion, Yunniang finally managed to calm both sides down.

Wang Qian glared fiercely at Lin Feng: "For Yunniang's sake, I'll let you off the hook today! I want to see what kind of rubbish you can patch up!"

Raymond Lam stood with his arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips, his expression calm and composed, looking completely confident.