In Xianyang City, on a street filled with pavilions, taverns, shops, and dance studios.
There were people coming and going, peddlers were hawking, and carriages and palanquins could be seen everywhere.
The nobles of the aristocratic families brought their slaves and servants to parade through the streets, forming an ancient city landscape comparable to the Qingming Festival Along the River.
At this moment, outside an exquisite, carved and painted building that was about 50 meters tall, there were three layers of nobles and rich people surrounding it.
This loft was very beautiful. It had a total of nine floors, and there were wooden lanterns and light gauze wind chimes hanging outside the windowsill of each floor.
Under the gentle breeze, the rows of lanterns swayed back and forth, and the light gauze wind chimes made a crisp bell sound.
It was called Hundred Flowers Pavilion, the largest dance studio in Xianyang City. There were a hundred beautiful dancers who were proficient in singing and dancing.
It was a place of debauchery, commonly known as a high-class brothel where people sold their skills but not their bodies.
At the entrance of the street outside the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, nearly a hundred aristocrats had formed a large circle, surrounding a handsome young man and a beautiful woman.
The young man's name was Jiang Li, a noble from the State of Zhao. The woman's name was Wang Xi. She was the granddaughter of Marquis Wucheng of the State of Qin, Wang Jian, the daughter of General Wang Ben, and the sister of General Wang Li.
Let's not talk about the woman first. Let's talk about the man, Jiang Li.
He was dressed in white and was about eight feet tall. His clothes were embroidered with green patterns.
A long sword and a purple wine gourd hung on his waist. He held his sleeve in one hand and a brush in the other as he painted seriously.
Looking from afar, the man had a beautiful face and well-defined facial features. His long, pitch-black hair was tied up high by a hair crown, forming an arc that floated behind him.
The faint smile at the corner of his mouth gave people a good impression.
While the man was seriously painting, the deputy merchants and nobles who had gathered around to watch the show laughed and discussed one after another.
"One painting a day, and each painting costs 1,000 gold. Today is the tenth day, and 10,000 gold is enough. It seems that the top courtesan of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Miss Hua Ying, is going to be taken away by the Art Saint.”
"Mr. Li's paintings are hard to come by, but unfortunately, he only painted for ten days. He only painted one painting a day, and all ten paintings were contracted by the noble daughter of the Marquis.
People like us have no fate with paintings, so we can only watch the show.
"Miss Hua Ying is the number one dancer in Xianyang. Mr. Li is famous in the seven countries and is the current painting saint and poet immortal.
Who would have thought that Mr. Li would kneel down to Miss Hua Ying's peerless dance after arriving in Xianyang for less than half a month?”
"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. A glance can topple a city, and a dance can topple a country.
I don't know that it's hard to get a beautiful woman who can topple a city or a country. Mr. Li, is the Snow Girl, the dancer of the State of Zhao, really that beautiful?”
"This poem was written by Mr. Li from the bottom of his heart when he was painting the snow maidens.
The snow maiden's beauty had spread throughout the world, and she was the number one dancer of the Seven Kingdoms.”
"Mister Li, between Miss Hua Ying and Miss Xue Nu, whose dance is more beautiful?
"The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water. I still think that the Eastern Monarch of the Yin-Yang School is the most beautiful. When I heard that Mr. Li was painting and composing poems, I was almost dumbfounded.”
"A gentleman loves money and takes it in the right way. A chaste woman loves women and accepts them with courtesy. Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil.
All kinds of evil and debauchery are the first, and filial piety is the first. Mr. Li's article had deeper meaning.”
"There is no absolute beauty in a thousand years. A beautiful woman is pleasing to the eye. Her beauty is peerless and shocking to the world.
Mr. Li, you've seen the Moon Goddess 'eyes. Tell us, what kind of eyes were they?”
"The weather is unpredictable, and people have their ups and downs. A centipede with a hundred feet can't move as fast as a snake, and a rooster with two wings can't fly as fast as a crow.
The horse has the distance of a mile, and cannot go by itself without riding. People have the ambition of soaring into the sky, and cannot go by themselves without luck. I like Mr. Li's article the most.”
On the ninth floor of the Hundred Flower Pavilion, a window was half-open. Two beautiful women in fluttering dresses stood by the window. Their beautiful eyes were staring at Jiang Mou, who was seriously painting in the middle of the crowd below.
"Sister, Mr. Li has almost gathered 10,000 gold coins. By then, you can leave Hundred Flowers Pavilion. I'm really envious. Why didn't Mr. Li draw ten more paintings and take me away?”
The woman who spoke was called Cai Die. She was one of the hundred dancers of the Hundred Flower Pavilion.
Cai Die smiled sweetly at Hua Ying from the window, her clear and bright eyes filled with playfulness.
"At that time, he was asking me about it, but he refused to budge. I could only find an excuse and say that I would redeem myself with ten thousand gold. Who knew that he would really go and collect it.”
Hua Ying sighed slightly, her cheeks slightly red. She glanced at Jiang Mou below and said in distress,"The Hundred Flowers Pavilion is a stronghold of the Divine Dragon Hall that has been operating for a long time. Our mission is to gather intelligence and gather information. How can we follow him?”
"Sister, when Mr. Li has gathered ten thousand gold, he will happily look for the Tower Master to redeem you. In the end, you stood him up.
Cai Die covered her mouth and smiled. She then pulled Hua Ying's slender hands and suggested,"Mr. Li is the current generation's Art Saint and Poet Immortal, famous throughout the world.
Mr. Li was infatuated with his sister. Could it be that his sister did not like Mr. Li? Sister, why don't you reveal your identity and let Mister Li join the farm's Shennong Hall? With Mister Li's reputation, the Zhu Clan's Hall Master would definitely welcome him with open arms.
" No," Hua Ying shook his head." The farmer family and Lord Chang Ping have always been working together. Lord Chang Ping used the farmer family's power to fight against Lu Buwei and Empress Dowager Zhao Ji's claw organization.
" His uncle is Zhao Gao, the trusted aide of Empress Dowager Zhao Ji. Zhao Gao controls a part of the network. The farmer family and the network are like fire and water, so he probably won't join the Divine Dragon Hall.
Cai Die frowned and thought for a moment before opening her lips, When the King of Qin, Zheng, had just ascended the throne, Lu Buwei and the Empress Dowager, Zhao Ji, had joined forces to suppress Madam Hua Yang, Lord Chang Ping, Lord Chang Wen, and the other relatives of the Xiong and Mi families.
Now that both sides seemed to have broken off, even if Mr. Li's uncle was the head of the Network, Zhao Gao, it should have nothing to do with him.”
Closing the window, Hua Ying explained softly,""I got some information from him, and guess what? He came to Xianyang from Zhao State to join Zhao Gao, so it's impossible for him to join the farming family.”
"Surrender to Zhao Gao…"
Cai Die's pretty face was puzzled as she turned around and said, Zhao Gao was the palace officer of Empress Dowager Zhao Ji. Although he was a eunuch, he was deeply trusted by Zhao Ji. Could it be that Mister Li wanted to use Zhao Gao's relationship to get close to Empress Dowager Zhao Ji and enter the Qin court?”
"Becoming a minister and a high official is the ideal and ambition of scholars. A flower shadow smiled lightly, and her voice was melodious and sweet like honey.
"The ideals and aspirations of a scholar…"
Cai Die blinked her beautiful eyes as she recalled something. Her face reddened as she spat,"Mr. Li is not a good person. Sister, don't be deceived by him. He's a pervert.”
Hua Ying looked at Cai Die for a moment and kindly reminded her,"I won't be deceived. I'm just afraid that your soul will be seduced by Mr. Li.'
"Tsk, how is that possible!"
Cai Die's eyes narrowed and she couldn't help but retort.
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