Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

Chen Chang'an wrote very quickly, with almost no pauses.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen, gently blew on the paper, and handed it to Gu Qingcheng.

Gu Qingcheng reached out and took it, looking down at it. There was a short poem written on the paper, the handwriting neat and tidy, showing the style of a master.

"A Gift to a Beauty - Part Two"

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent."

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

"How could one not know the power of a beauty to topple a city or a nation? Such a beauty is hard to find again."

……

This short poem is actually a folk song from the Han Dynasty, also known as "Song of the Beautiful Woman".

The poem contains not a single direct description of the beauty, yet it portrays her beauty to the fullest extent.

She could cause a city to fall with just a glance at the soldiers guarding it, and she could offer up the world for the king with just a flirtatious look.

This should be the most famous poem praising a beautiful woman in Chinese history.

While Li Bai's "The clouds remind me of her clothes, the flowers of her face" is undoubtedly a masterpiece praising a beautiful woman, in terms of popularity and widespread singing, "There is a beautiful woman in the North" is still superior.

Most importantly, the poem contains the words "倾城" (qīngchéng), which seems tailor-made for Gu Qingcheng.

What this stunning young woman wanted was nothing more than a poem praising her. This poem was so suitable that Chen Chang'an readily offered it to her.

Gu Qingcheng saw it too, and two blushes crept onto her already stunning face.

One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation...

He also incorporated his own name into the poem.

Although she really hoped Chen Chang'an would praise her in his poem, his praise was far too exaggerated, making her feel a little embarrassed...

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Chen Chang'an assumed she was dissatisfied, so he spoke again: "If Miss Qingcheng doesn't like this poem, shall I give you another one?"

"like!"

Gu Qingcheng pressed the note to her chest, blushing, and said, "Qingcheng likes it very much, thank you, Young Master Chen..."

She herself is a lover of poetry, and although her literary talent cannot compare to that of Chen Wenjing and Zhao Qingheng, she still knows how to appreciate it.

This poem is in no way inferior to the previous one, and it is even more accessible and easier to understand, so it is sure to be sung more widely in the future.

In this way, she possessed two poems about beauty that would be passed down through the ages.

Overjoyed, she looked up at Chen Chang'an and said, "Young Master Chen, you just focus on your exams. Leave the perfume to me..."

Chen Chang'an didn't say much, but cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Then I'll take my leave now."

Although he had only met this stunning young woman twice, Chen Chang'an highly regarded her character; she was not the kind of person who would take a benefit and then not do anything in return.

As Chen Chang'an left the room, the doors to several other private rooms on the third floor quickly opened a crack, revealing pairs of curious eyes.

The other courtesans at Qunyu Tower were equally curious about this renowned talent from the capital and hero of Da Ning.

Several figures walked out of the room and immediately came to Gu Qingcheng's room.

Gu Qingcheng stood in front of the table, admiring the poem.

Hearing the noise behind her, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but she did not turn around or put the note away.

The courtesans walked up to the table and, seeing what she was looking at, also looked at the paper on the table.

Looking at the contents of the note, someone subconsciously read aloud: "In the north there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation..."

As she read, her voice gradually faded.

After what seemed like an eternity, someone finally added: "How could one not know the power of a beauty to topple a city or a nation, for such a beauty is hard to find again..."

The room was completely silent.

After a long while, a pretty woman in a pale yellow dress looked at Gu Qingcheng, her voice filled with undisguised envy, and asked, "Sister Qingcheng, is this the poem that Young Master Chen just wrote for you?"

Gu Qingcheng nodded slightly, pretending to be completely indifferent.

The pretty woman looked at the note and murmured, "A single glance could topple a city... Young Master Chen is so thoughtful; he wrote a poem using Sister Qingcheng's name..."

The other woman beside her stared intently at the poem, sighed deeply, and murmured, "If someone could write a poem like this for me, I would gladly die..."

The pretty woman looked at Gu Qingcheng, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "Sister Qingcheng already has two poems like these. Once these two poems spread, I'm afraid the entire Great Ning, no, the entire Divine Continent, will know your name..."

Another courtesan shook her head slightly and said, "Not only now, but probably in the next fifty, one hundred, or even one thousand years, as long as these two poems are passed down, Sister Qingcheng's name will also be passed down..."

Gu Qingcheng then picked up the note, folded it, and put it back in her sleeve, saying apologetically, "It's not as exaggerated as you all say..."

The women didn't say anything more, but their eyes were filled with envy as they looked at her.

There was even a hint of jealousy...

She not only possesses unparalleled beauty, but also has such a talented man who tailors poems for her that will be passed down through the ages. How come all the good things happen to her...?

Seeing the looks in the women's eyes, Gu Qingcheng felt a little smug.

However, this slight sense of pride was quickly overshadowed.

She knew better than anyone that when Young Master Chen wrote those two poems for her, it wasn't out of genuine praise or to pursue her; he simply wanted her to help him sell his goods...

Chen Chang'an dealt an unprecedented blow to her confidence as the most beautiful woman in the capital.

She took a deep breath and quickly composed herself.

The benefits have been received, and the necessary tasks should be completed.

Looking at the courtesans, she smiled and said, "I've recently been using a bath balm, and it feels pretty good. I'm happy today, so I'll give each of you a box..."

Although the women had never heard of perfumes before, it must be something good since it was recommended by the most beautiful woman in the capital.

They put aside their bitter feelings and began to speak.

"Great! Something that Sister Qingcheng uses must be good!"

"Thank you, Sister Qingcheng!"

"Having received such a poem, it's only right that Sister Qingcheng treats us to a meal!"

……

A moment later, led by Gu Qingcheng, a group of beauties left Qunyu Tower together.

Wherever they go, they set off a fragrant breeze.

This group of beauties, each with their own unique charm, are quite eye-catching as they walk down the street.

Pedestrians on the street stared in disbelief, and countless people accidentally bumped into each other while turning to look at the beautiful woman.

"Isn't that the stunningly beautiful girl?"

"And there's Miss Nianxue, Miss Zhiqiu, Miss Hanyan... Good heavens, all the courtesans from Qunyu Tower have come out!"

Where are they going?

"I don't know, let's go and see..."

……

And so, led by Gu Qingcheng, several courtesans from Qunyu Tower walked ahead, followed far behind by a crowd of onlookers, heading in a grand procession towards Qingshuangfang...