The Unstoppable Sixth Prince

Chapter 59: Miao Yin

"Oh, Young Master Zhang, what brings you here today?"

"It's been a few days since we last saw you, and the girls here miss you so much that they can hardly eat!"

"Do you think tonight we should call it Red Moon or Jade Fragrance?"

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Orchid Pavilion, they were warmly welcomed by the old matron.

At a glance, it's clear that Zhang Xu is a regular here.

Chapter Void?

If this keeps going on, it's going to be even more hollow!

"One or two is not enough?"

Zhang Xu glared at the madam and waved his hand with bravado, "First, bring me ten girls!"

"Ah?"

The old madam paused slightly, noticing that Zhang Xu and his group consisted of exactly four people. She quickly reacted, her face breaking into a broad smile as she said, "Alright, no problem. I'll call four girls over right away..."

"The ten that this young master speaks of!"

Zhang Xu gestured with his hand, "And this young master's friend here, arrange ten for him as well!"

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Yun Zheng, upon hearing this, almost kicked out in anger.

Is this guy really going to call for ten?

Does he think he is Ip Man?

"I'll let it go."

Yun Zheng clapped his hands and softly urged, "You should be about done too."

"No way, no way!" Zhang Xu sniffed, whispering, "I'm here tonight just to make people envious!"

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Yun Zheng was instantly rendered speechless upon hearing this.

The old madam was stunned for quite a while, and finally came to her senses. She hurriedly said to Yun Zheng, "This young master seems unfamiliar, what is your name?"

"Just call me Young Master Liu." Yun Zheng waved his hand.

After all, he is a prince!

When visiting a brothel, it's best to keep a low profile.

Hmm, that's not right!

I am secretly visiting in disguise!

Yun Zheng found a perfect excuse for himself.

The madam didn't think too much about it and said with a face full of apologies, "Young Master Zhang, Young Master Liu, I truly apologize. We are holding a poetry gathering tonight, and these girls simply..."

Before the old madam could finish her words, Zhang Xu's ten thousand taels silver note was slapped into her hand.

Ten thousand taels?

The old madam's eyes went wide.

As soon as she came to her senses, the madam excitedly shouted, "Ladies, we have guests! Young Master Zhang, Young Master Liu, please go to Room One on the upper floor..."

"Don't!"

Zhang Xu waved his hand, "Just find a prominent spot for me upstairs, and have the young ladies come to attend to me! As for this Young Master Liu..."

"I just need to sit down next to you."

Yun Zheng interrupted Zhang Xu and said with a serious expression, "I mainly came to see the poetry meeting."

"That's right!"

Zhang Xu nodded in sudden realization.

With the silver note paving the way, nothing is a problem.

Soon, the madam had someone arrange two large lounge chairs for them in the attic on the second floor, while a group of beautiful young women brought fruits and fine wine to serve them.

The two of them lay there with an old man, not even having to lift a finger to drink.

I absolutely love ancient times!

Yun Zheng felt a deep sense of emotion in his heart.

However, today he is likely to become a conspicuous target in the eyes of others.

Yun Zheng took a sip of the fine wine offered by the courtesan, then tilted his head to ask Zhang Xu, "By the way, what are the benefits of winning first place at this poetry gathering?"

"There's not much benefit to it either."

Zhang Xu pouted and said, "It's just a reward of a thousand taels of silver, plus the chance to be a guest of honor at the Huafang Garden! Of course, some people come purely to make a name for themselves and show their faces..."

Saying this, Zhang Xu pointed to a few pieces of calligraphy hanging in the corridor. "Those are the poems left by those pretentious scholars. Only the best poems from the monthly poetry meetings can be displayed here."

"Then who will judge the quality of this poem?" Yun Zheng asked again.

Zhang Xu replied, "The courtesan of the Garden of Blossoms, Miao Yin!"

"Ah?"

Yun Zheng was taken aback.

Let the courtesan judge the quality of the poem?

Isn't this just too casual?

Zhang Xu noticed Yun Zheng's confusion and immediately began to explain to him.

This enchanting voice belongs to a courtesan, yet she sells her art, not her body.

Miaoyin is not only as beautiful as a celestial being, but also skilled in singing and dancing, excelling in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose—she is truly a perfect blend of beauty and talent.

It is precisely for this reason that Miaoyin has garnered the admiration of countless literati and refined gentlemen.

Even if she sold her art and not her body, many took pride in being able to become her audience.

Every poetry gathering begins with a prompt from Miaoyin, and everyone composes poems.

The thing about poetry and songs, whether good or bad, everyone has a scale in their hearts. Although it is ultimately the beautiful sound that judges which poem is the best, everyone is actually making their own judgments.

After hearing Zhang Xu's explanation, Yun Zheng couldn't help but be astonished.

Is this enchanting voice still the top female star of the Great Qian Dynasty?

As the two were speaking, people began to arrive one after another for the poetry gathering.

Not only are there talented young individuals, but also many cultured scholars who have reached middle age.

Yun Zheng and Zhang Xu, two conspicuous figures, sat in the most prominent spot on the second floor, surrounded by a group of charming attendants. It was hard for anyone not to notice them.

Watching the two being served by ten beautiful women, everyone cast envious and jealous glances.

Of course, there were also some disdainful glances.

However, all eyes turned to Zhang Xu, and they all saw it as jealousy.

"Young Master Liu, your move is truly remarkable! Just look at these pretentious scholars; they must be green with envy right now..."

Zhang Xu laughed heartily, his eyes nearly squinting into a narrow slit.

That's the feeling I wanted!

What about the talented scholar?

Aren't we just left to watch them enjoy?

"Be more low-key."

Yun Zheng looked at Zhang Xu with a dark expression, "Be careful, they might rush up and beat you."

Zhang Xu didn't take it to heart and casually pulled a woman into his embrace, teasing her while enjoying the offerings from another woman beside him.

That look, it was just begging to be punched.

"Yo, isn't that the useless grandson of Elder Zhang? Do you even deserve to attend the poetry gathering?"

"Brother, you must have mistaken the person! Elder Zhang is the foremost scholar of our dynasty, well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge. How could his grandson be uneducated?"

"Hey, he really is! Even a wealthy family needs a toilet, right?"

"Under the gaze of so many eyes, to be so frivolous is simply a disgrace to culture..."

Someone downstairs quickly recognized Zhang Xu.

In this speech, there is naturally no shortage of sarcastic mockery and ridicule.

Zhang Xu has come here today, so naturally, he is not afraid of being laughed at.

Hearing the noise coming from downstairs, Zhang Xu waved his hand at the woman beside him like a lord, "Go, see which dogs are barking, give them a plate of meat to quiet them down..."

Zhang Xu deliberately raised his voice, making sure that the people downstairs could hear him clearly.

Listening to Zhang Xu's words, many people downstairs were so angry that their teeth itched.

Looking at the expressions of the people downstairs, Zhang Xu laughed triumphantly, provoking even more disdainful glances from the crowd.

"Ding dong..."

At that moment, a clear sound of a zither suddenly echoed through the Garden of Blossoms.

As the sound of the piano began, the venue instantly fell silent.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, many people displayed expressions of rapture.

Yun Zheng didn't understand music theory very well, so he couldn't judge whether the playing was good or not, but the sound of the zither was quite pleasant to listen to.

As the music came to an end and the audience lingered in the aftertaste of the melody, a woman wearing a purple veil slowly descended from the back courtyard to the makeshift stage below..