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In Zhenyuan City, at Yichun Courtyard, it was already midnight.

The madam, Yunniang, waved a gilded folding fan and, surrounded by several girls in pink, gracefully walked to the top of the stairs on the first floor.

"Mom, look, there he is!"

A young woman pointed to a corner of the hall, where a man in blue robes sat.

"He sat there for almost half an hour, just listening to music and drinking tea, doing nothing else."

"Several of my girlfriends went over to talk to him, but he politely turned them away. It's really strange!"

As night deepened, the guests who had come to Yichun Courtyard for pleasure had already led their chosen girls back to their rooms.

Ambiguous moans and gasps could be heard from time to time in the courtyard.

Even a monk who is pure of heart and desires would find it hard to resist such temptations here.

But the man in blue remained seated, motionless.

It was as if the surrounding noise and vibrant colors had nothing to do with him.

Yunniang waved her hand and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to meet him. Let's see if some blind fool comes looking for trouble!"

Having said that, she swayed her slender waist, giggling as she gracefully walked towards the handsome man, her voice so soft it could melt water.

"Oh my, sir, there are quite a few military officers visiting my courtyard today, and several beautiful young ladies are keeping you company. Why don't you take a look?"

When she got closer, she realized that the man was not yet twenty years old, with fair skin and a faint blush.

With arched eyebrows and clear, bright eyes, he appeared to be a handsome young man, but upon closer inspection, his appearance was even more striking than that of most of the girls in the courtyard.

Yunniang was slightly taken aback, and then she suddenly understood.

"Just ordinary women, what choices do they have?"

The handsome man waved his hand dismissively, saying in a nonchalant tone, "I enjoy listening to your music here. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Yunniang chuckled and leaned closer, her tone slightly probing: "Young master, if you like music, you should go to a music hall. Why come to my Yichun Courtyard?"

"Besides, if people find out that an unmarried young woman is here, won't it be difficult for her to find a husband?"

Upon hearing this, the handsome man's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and he stammered, "You..."

Yunniang waved her folding fan, her smile growing even more alluring.

"Young master, I have seen thousands of men and thousands of women."

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, whether it's a virgin or not, I can tell at a glance."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked the "man's" soft, oval face, her fingertips slowly moving downwards.

"Your brows are still arched, and the youthful innocence between your brows tells you that you are a virgin."

"Speak! What brings you to my brothel?"

"But let me make this clear first: if you come here to cause trouble, you'd better think twice! This place has the backing of the government, and General Zhang is protecting it!"

Upon hearing this, the girl disguised as a man stopped trying to hide it and took out two heavy silver ingots from her sleeve, slapping them on the table with a "thud".

"Madam, I'm not here to cause trouble, it's just that the songs and lyrics in your Yichun Courtyard are truly exquisite."

Her eyes shone brightly, and her tone was earnest: "Tonight I visited every music hall in Zhenyuan City, and after listening to all the performances, I found none that could compare to yours."

"I'll take both poems. This twenty taels is a deposit; after we sign the contract, I'll give you another one hundred and eighty taels!"

The gleaming silver was laid out before her, and a hint of greed flashed in Yunniang's eyes, but she didn't dare reach out to touch it. She smiled and said, "Young master, is this what you're after? You should have said so earlier! To tell you the truth, this poem wasn't written by any of the girls in my courtyard."

"Oh?"

The woman disguised as a man frowned, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "How could someone from a brothel like yours possess such a highly skilled individual, capable of writing such exquisitely beautiful lyrics?"

Yunniang pointed in the direction of the military camp, her tone tinged with pride: "Who else could it be? It's Lin Feng, the commander of the Zhenyuan Army."

Raymond Lam?!

The young woman's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with disbelief: "A martial artist? How is that possible?"

"What's impossible?"

Yunniang became interested and leaned forward to tell him all about it.

"When did Lin Qianhu first write a poem called 'Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?'? It immediately captured the heart of me, the most beautiful woman in the courtyard."

"Later, when he got married, he composed another poem, 'The Magpie Bridge Fairy: The Delicate Clouds Weave Patterns,' in an inn. It was with that poem that he was able to open the doors to his two brides' rooms!"

She patted her chest and said, "If you don't believe me, young man, you can go to the city and ask around. Everyone in the entire Zhenyuan City knows about this."

"Furthermore, Lord Lin's wife, Song Yuwei, came from my courtyard, and these two poems were sung in our courtyard with Lord Lin's special permission."

After hearing the whole story, the young woman immediately stood up, cupped her hands in greeting, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, madam. These two ingots of silver are a token of my gratitude. Farewell!"

Before she finished speaking, she turned and left, decisively and without the slightest hesitation.

After leaving the brothel, the girl hurried along.

They walked in easily only after reaching the back gate of the "temporary palace" inside the city.

In the rear residence of the imperial palace, in the courtyard of Prince Li Ji of Zhou.

Li Ji was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, his expression full of worries.

"call!"

As soon as the girl entered the courtyard, she rushed straight to the stone table, picked up the tea on the table, and gulped it down.

After gulping down three cups in a row, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Your Highness's tea is much better to drink. The tea at Yichun Courtyard is bitter and astringent, and hard to swallow."

Upon hearing this, Li Ji raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness and reproach: "Getting more and more outrageous. What were you doing at that brothel?"

The girl wiped the water from the corner of her mouth and retorted indignantly, "How did Your Highness know that was the brothel? I wasn't fooling around; I went to search for good lyrics and music!"

Li Ji was amused by her words and reached out to tap her forehead: "Liu Ruyan, the famous scholar of the capital, actually went to a brothel to seek out lyrics and music? Do you think I would believe that?"

Mr. Shuhui, also known as Cairen.

Three hundred years after the founding of the Great Qian Dynasty, urban culture flourished, leading to the emergence of literary and artistic organizations such as book clubs.

Mr. Book Club refers to a professional or semi-professional screenwriter or lyricist.

He is also a promoter who searches far and wide for good stories and good lyrics and music.

Liu Ruyan is not only a top-notch book club member, but also the behind-the-scenes boss of Chang Le Fang in the capital.

"My lord, how could I, a mere woman, dare to deceive you?"

Liu Ruyan took Li Ji's arm, her voice sweet and charming, and handed him a piece of paper.

"I heard two excellent poems at the Yichun Courtyard, and I have copied them down. You can see for yourself."

"Even in the capital, there are very few who can write such fine lyrics."

Li Ji took the paper with some skepticism, his gaze falling on it.

At first, he seemed somewhat casual, but after a moment, his eyes brightened and even his breathing became lighter.

"When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in hand, I ask the blue sky... The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the embroidered window, illuminating my sleepless night..."

"Tender feelings flow like water, a beautiful time is like a dream... If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day and night!"

After reading them, Li Ji couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Excellent lyrics! Truly excellent lyrics! In my more than twenty years in the capital, I have seen very few poems that can compare to these two!"

"The person who wrote these lyrics must be incredibly talented!"

His hand holding the paper trembled slightly, unable to hide his surprise and excitement.

Liu Ruyan, with her hands behind her back, looked at him with a charming smile: "Your Highness, guess what the author of these two poems does for a living?"

"Mr. Book Club?" Li Ji asked tentatively.

"wrong!"

"The poet from Zhenyuan City?"

"wrong!"

"The refined scholars of Youzhou?"

"Still not right!"

Li Ji looked surprised, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

"Neither of them? Then who could possibly have written such exquisite lyrics?"

He was completely baffled. Could it be that such a masterpiece was actually created by a commoner?

Liu Ruyan smiled broadly, her face radiant, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Lin Feng, the commander of the Zhenyuan City garrison!"

"It's him?!"

Li Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

He simply couldn't reconcile the image of that rough, uncouth warrior who could withstand a blow from his elder brother with the exquisite, refined poetry before him.