Tang Dynasty: Taking the Empress Dowager to a brothel, Father Emperor, what a coincidence!

Zheng Qiuying carried the precious guqin and walked gracefully inside.

She specially chose a flowing cloud dress that accentuated her figure. The waist was perfectly fitted, making her waist look incredibly slender. Her shoulders and neck had delicate and smooth lines, and her shoulders were rounded and not bony.

As she walked, her jade-like legs were faintly visible beneath her gauze skirt.

Any young master from any family in Chang'an would have had a nosebleed from looking at that.

But Li Chengqian didn't even glance at it.

"I am Zheng Qiuying, the organizer of this Qujiang Poetry Gathering. I have met Mr. Wen Ji and His Highness the Prince of Yue."

Zheng Qiuying gracefully bowed, revealing just the right amount of her fair skin.

It leaves plenty of room for imagination.

Li Gang simply nodded slightly, while Li Tai focused intently on the roast chicken, showing no interest whatsoever in women.

Then Zheng Qiuying looked at Li Chengqian with her peach blossom eyes and said:

"Young master, your talent is unparalleled, and I have long admired you."

Would you do me the honor of composing a poem on the spot, using this humble woman as the subject?

"If I could obtain your calligraphy, young master, Qiuying would gladly play the zither to accompany you."

Upon hearing this, the disciples sitting next to the great Confucian scholars all turned red in the eyes.

You should know that she was the most beautiful woman in Chang'an.

They usually chase after people but they get no attention, but now they're actually offering to pay them off?

Everyone looked at Li Chengqian, wanting to see how he had fallen for her.

As a result, Li Chengqian didn't even raise his head.

He was intently working on a bunch of purple grapes on his plate.

"Qingque, don't just eat meat, have some fruit to cleanse your palate."

Li Tai muttered in dissatisfaction:

"Big brother, I don't eat grass. This roast chicken smells amazing, do you want a bite?"

"You can keep your weight gain for yourself."

Li Chengqian waved his hand dismissively.

Changsun Chong sat to the side, looking at Li Chengqian and then at the delicate Zheng Qiuying, feeling as if his brain was not working properly.

Does this living Yama (King of Hell) not like women?

Why is he not reacting at all to this delicate beauty?

Zheng Qiuying remained kneeling in a bowing posture, holding the guqin in her arms.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Li Chengqian simply ignored her.

Zheng Qiuying felt her legs begin to ache, and the charming smile on her face turned into astonishment.

She thought that Li Chengqian would not refuse in front of all the great Confucian scholars.

He actually treated me like I didn't exist?

People around them started whispering.

"Why is Miss Zheng still squatting?"

"That young master didn't even give her a second glance."

"How embarrassing! If it were me, I would have crawled into a hole and disappeared."

These words were like slaps to Zheng Qiuying's face.

Her pretty face instantly turned bright red.

"That's too much."

Just as Zheng Qiuying was at a loss for what to do, a young scholar suddenly jumped out from behind Old Wang.

This scholar, named Zhao Zixuan, was Old Master Wang's most prized disciple and Zheng Qiuying's number one admirer.

Seeing his goddess being humiliated in public, Zhao Zixuan felt that his moment to be a hero had arrived.

He pointed at Li Chengqian's nose and began to curse:

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant."

Li Chengqian didn't even stop eating grapes, only glancing at Li Gang with a furrowed brow.

Li Gang glanced at his disciple with a grim expression.

What kind of trash are these people teaching? Don't they have brains?

Seeing that Li Chengqian remained silent, Zhao Zixuan assumed he was afraid and continued to scold him:

"Miss Zheng is a lady from a distinguished family. She asked you for a poem in a very polite manner, and you treated her with such disrespect?"

Do you even know what it means to cherish and protect a beautiful woman? Do you even know what the integrity of a scholar is?

Li Gang looked at Zhao Zixuan as if he were a dead man.

My so-called grand-disciple is doomed.

Looking at his mentor's expression, Old Wang's heart skipped a beat.

He looked at Li Chengqian, then at Li Tai, and suddenly his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock.

"No matter how talented you are, such arrogance is a disgrace to culture."

"Today you must stand up and apologize to Miss Zheng. Furthermore, you must compose a poem on the spot; otherwise, you will not leave Qujiang Pool."

The younger disciples below were about to cheer, but they were all silenced by a glare from their master.

The young people didn't realize something was wrong, but these old foxes had already sensed something was amiss.

Zheng Qiuying straightened up.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she looked pitiful.

Li Chengqian tossed the grape skins in his hand into the plate and picked up a piece of white silk to wipe his fingers.

Then she looked up at Zhao Zixuan, who was jumping around, and said:

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you're qualified to teach me manners?"

Only then did Old Wang realize what was happening, and he was about to stop his disciple.

But Li Gang quickly stopped him.

Old Wang looked at his mentor in surprise, only to see Li Gang shaking his head at him.

This foolish grand-disciple died just like that.

He could not possibly allow his disciple to be buried with him.

Old Master Wang could only suppress his impulse and sit there, looking at his disciple with a complicated expression.

Zhao Zixuan was furious when he saw that Li Chengqian dared to insult him.

Just as he was about to speak, a loud shout came from outside the door.

"presumptuous!"

Everyone looked towards the door.

An old man with gray hair barged in aggressively.

Upon seeing who had entered, Li Gang rolled his eyes.

Why is that old man always in the limelight?

Did he plant a tracking device on the crown prince?

The visitor was none other than Kong Yingda, the Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince.

He went to the Eastern Palace to find Li Chengqian today, but found no one there.

After asking around, I learned that the Crown Prince had come to attend the Qujiang Pool Poetry Gathering.

Kong Yingda was quite pleased that the Crown Prince was attending such a literary gathering.

But when he reached the door, he heard someone insulting the crown prince and forcing him to compose a poem.

This infuriated him.

His precious apprentice, Kong Yingda, is not someone you bunch of nobodies can bully so easily.

Kong Yingda walked up to Zhao Zixuan, swung the Analects in his hand, and delivered a powerful blow to Zhao Zixuan's head.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Zixuan was stunned by the blow and staggered back several steps, clutching his head.

"Which old bastard dares to hit me...?"

Zhao Zixuan had just uttered the curse in his dazed state when he saw the person in front of him clearly, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"Grand Tutor Kong...?"

Zhao Zixuan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Even the great Confucian scholars, including Master Wang, were astonished.

They all stood up and bowed, saying:

"I have met Mr. Chongyuan."

Li Gang sat there motionless.

Bow to this idiot? Are you kidding me?

Kong Yingda didn't even glance at Wang Lao and the other Confucian scholars before pointing his finger at Zhao Zixuan and launching into a tirade.

"I'm going to beat you up, you ignorant fool."

Have you wasted all that time studying the classics? You're barking and showing off for a woman?

Do you think your mentor can solve everything for you? Come here, call your mentor over, let me see who taught this fool.

Old Wang was trembling with fear and hid behind Li Gang.

He couldn't compete with Kong Yingda, but he also had a mentor.

Unfortunately, his mentor and Kong Yingda were on equal footing.

Zhao Zixuan stammered in his defense:

"Grand Tutor, this student...this student simply couldn't stand by and watch him humiliate Miss Zheng, which was against all propriety..."

"Bullshit."

What etiquette? You want to talk to an old man about etiquette?

I am a 32nd-generation descendant of Confucius. I am the Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince and the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy.

The students I taught can talk to whomever they want. If they don't want to talk to someone, even the King of Heaven himself would have to stand aside.

Who do you think you are? You dare force him to write poetry? Do you even deserve to hear his poems?