Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

Following his previous poem "Forced to Write New Lyrics to Express Sorrow," which he gifted to Lin Wenjing, Chen Chang'an's "Linjiang Xian" has once again ignited the literary scene in Beijing.

This poem received high praise from several leading figures in the world of poetry.

Some talented individuals skilled in writing lyrics even openly stated that they could never write such lyrics in their entire lives.

Without a doubt, this is another masterpiece among the graceful and restrained poems.

Qunyu Tower.

Gu Qingcheng was tuning her zither by the window on the third floor when she heard a few words of discussion coming from downstairs. It seemed that someone had written some good lyrics, but Gu Qingcheng didn't pay any attention to them.

A moment later, a maid pushed open the door and walked in, holding a piece of paper in her hand. She said excitedly, "Sister Qingcheng, Young Master Chen wrote a poem for Miss Caiwei of Zuihua Pavilion, and it's being talked about everywhere..."

Gu Qingcheng's fingers paused on the strings, lost in thought for a moment, before slowly standing up and taking the paper from her hand.

Her gaze lingered on the piece of paper for a long time, reading the poem over and over again before slowly putting it down.

Then, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's very well written. As expected of him, his work is always of this standard, no matter who he's writing for..."

Even she herself didn't realize that there was a hint of sourness in her tone.

Before Caiwei, Chen Chang'an had only written two poems for her.

Who wouldn't want to possess such a talented man?

Unfortunately, to him, the so-called most beautiful woman in the capital seemed no different from any other courtesan...

Gu Qingcheng suddenly seemed a little listless. She gently waved her hand at the maid and said, "You may leave now. I'm a little tired..."

The maid was stunned for a moment, then slowly retreated.

Gu Qingcheng sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the note in her hand, lost in thought for a long time...

……

Ever since the poem "Linjiang Xian" spread throughout the capital, the carriages and horses outside Zuihualou have never stopped.

Caiwei sang this poem countless times until her voice was hoarse, but Zhang's mother couldn't stop smiling.

This thousand taels was probably the most worthwhile thousand taels she had ever spent in her life.

In just two days, she earned back all the thousand taels she had spent.

The talented man truly lives up to his name; if she had known his poems would have such an effect, she would have come to him long ago to ask for them.

After pondering for a moment behind the counter, she made a decision and said to the pimp beside her, "Prepare the sedan chair, I need to go to Qing Shuang Fang..."

A moment later, in the backyard of Qing Shuang Fang.

Madam Zhang presented Chen Chang'an with five hundred taels of silver notes, saying, "Thank you for the poem, young master. This five hundred taels is Caiwei's way of expressing her gratitude..."

Chen Chang'an refused the five hundred taels, shaking his head and saying, "No need. You bought that poem for one thousand taels, and you've already paid for it..."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang's mother did not insist. She first put away the silver note, and then took out a palm-sized jade pendant from her bosom, placed it on the stone table, and said, "Indeed, young master is a scholar, talking about money is too vulgar. Please accept this..."

Chen Chang'an glanced at the jade pendant. The jade pendant was entirely green and lustrous, with a blooming crabapple carved on it. The grooves between the petals were polished smooth and translucent, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite. Even if it was not worth a hundred taels, it was worth at least several tens of taels.

He looked at Zhang's mother and asked, "What's this?"

Madam Zhang smiled and said, "This is our Drunken Flower Pavilion's VIP jade token. In the capital, you can count the number of people who can get this token on two hands. From now on, when you come to our Drunken Flower Pavilion, all your expenses will be waived. You can see whichever girl you want, and listen to whatever music you want..."

After saying that, he winked at Chen Chang'an and said, "If you have a girl you fancy, just say the word. You can choose any of the courtesans you like, and as for the ladies-in-waiting, with your talent, they would probably be very willing to offer themselves to you..."

She had a long-term plan; if he went to the Drunken Flower Pavilion alone, he would at most spend a few dozen taels of silver.

These dozens of taels of silver, the actual cost is less than ten taels.

But if we can tie him to Zuihualou, will the girls not have good poems in the future?

Chen Chang'an looked at the jade tablet. Could this be the supreme VIP card of Zuihualou?

He had been involved in the entertainment industry in his past life, but he had never reached this level.

However, he soon realized something and turned to look behind him.

He saw Qing Shuang and Gong Yue standing behind him, one with her arms crossed and staring at him, and the other with a normal expression but her eyes fixed on the jade tablet on the table.

Chen Chang'an immediately waved his hand and said, "No, no, this thing is too valuable, I can't accept it. I've already received the money for the poem, we're even, there's no reason for me to accept anything else..."

Madam Zhang insisted, "Young master, please accept this. It's a token of our sincerity from Zuihualou. If you ever feel tired or weary, you can come to the brothel to listen to some music and relax..."

After saying that, she bowed slightly to Chen Chang'an, and without waiting for him to refuse, she turned and left.

Qing Shuang stepped forward, picked up the jade pendant, weighed it in her hand, and said with a smile, "It's good to be talented. You don't even have to pay to go to brothels. If the other men in the capital knew, they would be green with envy..."

Chen Chang'an had no interest in the VIP card at Zuihualou. He had already enjoyed all the pleasures a man should have in his past life.

In this life, he is currently only interested in making money, becoming an official, and practicing martial arts.

He glanced at Qing Shuang and said, "I'm not interested in these things. Take them if you like..."

Qing Shuang rolled her eyes at him, tossed the sign back to him, and said, "Keep it yourself. How could a young lady like me go to a place like that..."

Chen Chang'an thought to himself, apart from being female, she was nothing like a girl in any other way.

He ignored Qing Shuang and was about to go back to his room to read when the curtain at the door was lifted again.

A heavily made-up woman with flowers in her hair walked into the backyard; it was none other than Madam Liu, the madam of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Behind Liu Mama was a young maidservant, who was carrying a wooden box.

She entered with a beaming smile and said, "Young Master Chen, our Xiaoxiang Pavilion would also like to commission a poem from you. We have all the money with us. When would be a convenient time for you?"

Chen Chang'an recently wrote three poems.

The two poems, "A Gift to the Beauty," transformed Gu Qingcheng from the most beautiful woman in the capital to the most beautiful woman in Daning, and also made Qunyulou a fortune.

A couple of days ago, his poem "Linjiangxian" made Caiwei, the girl from Zuihualou, popular again, and the threshold of Zuihualou was almost worn down by customers.

The guests at Xiaoxiang Pavilion are almost all taken away by these two restaurants, and she is really anxious!

Before Chen Chang'an could respond to Liu's mother, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the beaded curtain at the door was lifted again.

This time, several more figures suddenly appeared in the backyard.

Then came a cacophony of voices.

"Young Master Chen, I am Wang Mama from Qunfang Pavilion. I'm here to commission a poem from you!"

"We at Yihonglou would also like to commission a song!"

"And our Hundred Flowers Pavilion, we'd also like to commission a poem from them!"

"I was here first, Young Master Chen, please write for our Hundred Flowers Pavilion first!"

"Bullshit, I was here first!"

"Please all step back, we from Qunfang Pavilion are the first to arrive..."