Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

Fuxiang is about to welcome its first guests, and tonight is especially lively with a constant stream of people arriving.

Just the day before yesterday, the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment venue) held two pre-show events as usual, allowing many spectators to catch a glimpse of Fuxiang's charm.

Although the consumption threshold of the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) was not strict, it was difficult for ordinary people to access it. Although there were no explicit regulations, the minimum consumption amount of five taels of silver was not something that ordinary people could easily afford.

This does not involve overnight fees, but only the cost of setting up a table.

The group included wealthy merchants and gentry with limited funds, officials who frequently socialized, and energetic young students.

If an official belonged to the Ministry of Rites, they enjoyed the special privilege of using the facilities free of charge.

The women in the Jiaofangsi (a type of entertainment institution) were either the descendants of officials who were forced into prostitution, women who were abducted during war, or professional talents carefully recruited by the Jiaofangsi.

Ye Ji possessed Fu Xiang's body. Fu Xiang was originally a family member of a disgraced official who unfortunately fell seriously ill and died. Ye Ji then cleverly took over her body again.

The Plum Blossom Pavilion inside the Jiaofangsi was unusually noisy today. The courtyard gate was wide open, and red lanterns shone brightly, hanging high in the air.

The plum blossoms in the courtyard are vying for beauty, with buds about to bloom adding a touch of vibrancy.

The courtyard was bustling with people, with more than a hundred guests of all ages, including elderly people with white beards and bright eyes, as well as young men who still had a childlike spirit and spent money like water.

After all, regardless of age, men invariably share a common interest in eighteen-year-old girls; this is an unchanging truth throughout history.

"Miss Fuxiang is undoubtedly the best among the courtesans of the Jiaofangsi, and her beauty is the most outstanding!"

"Indeed, since I entered the Jiaofangsi 537 fifty years ago, I have never seen a woman who can compare with her."

If it weren't for the misfortune of my family, and the unfortunate fall of a lotus into the mud, I would have truly wanted to marry her as my principal wife.

"You also have this opportunity; all you need to do is redeem Fu Xiang's freedom after you have finished styling her hair."

"Don't be too selfish."

Su Nan stepped into the courtyard without displaying any extraordinary demeanor. Although his reputation had spread throughout the capital, only the night watchmen and the students of Yunlu Academy knew him.

Night watchmen are mostly simple, honest warriors who may prefer rough skills to poetry and literature, and are unlikely to be well-versed in character or learning.

Chapter 162 A master of both music and poetry, truly deserving of the title!

Several middle-aged people and young students were astonished when they saw Su Nan's figure, but no one stepped forward to identify him.

Their shifty eyes revealed that these people clearly knew something about Su Nan.

To begin learning the art of hairdressing, one must pay an entry fee of one hundred taels of silver. This threshold filters out a group of people; otherwise, the place would likely be even more crowded.

As Su Nan stepped into the room, a young maidservant unexpectedly fell into his arms and handed him a note.

"The room is filled with brilliant literary talent. Young master, please do not mistake silver for money. We will seek out Fu Xiang again tomorrow and repay him with a generous gift to show our gratitude for saving your life."

It was obvious that Su Nan lacked confidence in front of Fu Xiang. Although Su Nan was renowned as a great scholar and hero, he had little to show for his literary talent.

Su Nan thought to himself, "Clearly, Ye Ji seems to have a strong interest in him."

Soon after, Fu Xiang gracefully ascended to the second-floor platform, her face beaming as she surveyed the hundreds of guests gathered there.

Her face radiated the gentleness of spring, her eyes sparkled with extraordinary brilliance, her temperament was elegant and charming, and she was composed and dignified. She was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world, along with Xu Lingyue, Chu Caiwei, and Princess Lin'an.

Compared to Princess Huaiqing, she is truly far inferior.

Princess Huaiqing's unique and elegant temperament added even more charm to her already stunning beauty, making her seem otherworldly and detached from the mundane world.

However, one of Fu Xiang's highlights is her figure and dressing style. She wears a very professional light gauze dress, which is usually something other women would not dare to try.

Her delicate shoulders were slightly exposed, her neck was long and slender, and her chest was lightly wrapped in a piece of delicate pink gauze.

"Where there is fire, there will be fire; this is an undeniable truth. If Su Nan does not interfere, Fu Xiang will undoubtedly usher in a brilliant future."

Her bright, beautiful eyes glanced at the man in the courtyard, and when her gaze landed on Su Nan, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Distinguished guests, thank you for coming and supporting Fuxiang. Here, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks with a piece of music."

As soon as Su Nan looked at them, everyone swallowed hard, which showed that Fu Xiang's appearance was truly outstanding among them.

As the gentle sound of the zither drifted away, it was as if one were in a fairyland, and the Plum Shadow Pavilion instantly fell into tranquility.

As the incense burned out and the zither music ceased, a profound silence descended.

A moment later, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted in the courtyard, with applause and shouts of approval echoing through the sky.

"Everyone says that Miss Fuxiang is skilled in both music and poetry. Today I am fortunate to hear her in person, and she truly lives up to her reputation!"

"Wonderful, simply wonderful! Her playing is far superior to that of the girl next door, Mingyue!"

"Miss Fuxiang, today I wish to ask you clearly what the rules are regarding the combing basket. I am determined to find out today!"

“Young people should not be too arrogant. If (Li Haozhao) had no knowledge, he would probably not have stood out today.”

"You old buddy, get out of the way! Look at your figure, don't waste all this money!"

……

Fu Xiang played a tune, which instantly caused a stir among the crowd. Before the rules could be explained, some people began to compete and show off their skills.

The tea ceremony held by the Jiaofangsi on a regular basis was no different from the combing ceremony of today, with the rules set by the leader.

Chapter 163 The Secret Envoy of the Great Feng Capital, Composing a Poem

Both typically strive for an elegant style; after all, as a high-end club, it is inappropriate to appear too blunt or rude.

Su Nan nodded in satisfaction. His qin skills were on par with Pei Nanwei and Sang Wen, truly at the pinnacle of the qin world, and his artistry was superb.

If Fu Xiang had possessed such beauty and talent in her previous life in Su Nan, she would undoubtedly have been a top star.

That melodious and sweet voice echoed in the courtyard, "Distinguished guests, I am ashamed to admit that I am not worthy of the reputation of being a master of both poetry and music."

However, since you praise it so highly, then I would like to invite all of you gentlemen to compose a poem for Fu Xiang.

"Fu Xiang will select ten outstanding works to be made public, and will choose one that he admires from them. At that time, we would like to ask our distinguished guests to judge whether Fu Xiang's selection is appropriate."

Today, with crowds surging, we should strive to win the hearts and minds of the people, yet poetry in this era seems to be in decline.

In the daily atmosphere of the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau), excellent poems were not common, and in the last two hundred years, few poems worthy of praise have emerged.

Scholars mostly devote themselves to self-cultivation, follow the principles of heaven, and abandon selfish desires. Therefore, they have little time for other things, so they create relatively few poems and lyrics. However, their couplets are quite elegant.

Therefore, the traditional practice of the Jiaofangsi was that the first ten songs were not much different from each other, and the final winner often depended on who paid more money.

In short, this is actually artificially inflating commodity prices and is essentially an auction for virginity.

Then, at the very front of the courtyard on the first floor, a corridor has a dozen tables neatly arranged, with the Four Treasures of the Study displayed on them.

The maid stood beside Fu Xiang and said softly:

"We earnestly request all our guests to wield their brushes and leave behind your calligraphy, and to sign your name on the back of each piece."

With everything prepared, the man in the courtyard began his actions.

Su Nan glanced at her, and many people were secretly delighted. Everyone knew that Fu Xiang was renowned for her mastery of both poetry and music, and many people were willing to spend a lot of money to buy her poems.

Unable to contain their excitement, many people rushed to the front, wielding their brushes with vigorous strokes.

Su Nan's mind was racing. With such a rich reserve of poetry and vocabulary, he couldn't help but wonder if he should recite the masterpiece he had given to Si Lili years ago.

The past and present remain the same.

Si Lili is a secret agent sent by the Northern Qi Kingdom to the Southern Qing Kingdom, while Fu Xiang is a secret envoy of the demon race who infiltrated the capital of the Great Feng Kingdom.

Su Nan understood the meaning behind Fu Xiang's message: "Don't waste your money."

Today's hair-combing activity is organized entirely by the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau). Whoever emerges first will receive the vast majority of the funds.

Clearly, Fu Xiang didn't want Su Nan to waste this money, which shows that this woman was quite considerate.

A poem by Liu Sanbian came to mind for Su Nan. It was that poem that left that talented man alone, waiting for a lost love.

In the courtyard, more than a hundred people gathered together, and everyone took up their brushes and wrote poems.

As Fu Xiang gazed into the distance, Su Nan also picked up his brush and wrote a poem.

As soon as Su Nan picked up the pen, his calligraphy had already attracted a lot of attention.

"This calligraphy is clearly the Slender Gold style. It's Su Nan from Yunlu Academy who has graced us with his presence!"

"This is Su Nan. I've finally met him in person today."

"It's truly an eye-opener to have a Confucian scholar of such caliber grace the Jiaofangsi with his presence!"

Unbeknownst to anyone, whispers and murmurs began to rise and fall.

Chapter 164 Walking Alone in the Clouds, a Charming and Debonair Demeanor

Your handwriting is good, but how about your poetry?

I've heard that he's quite talented in military and political affairs, but poetry and prose don't seem to be his forte. Unfortunately, today's comparison isn't of calligraphy.

After dancing for a while, the poems of the 8521 people were all completed.

The fragrant music and poetic charm were not just empty words. As Ye Ji said, the fox clan loves to blend into the crowd and is keen to imitate human speech and behavior.

The Night Princess is captivated by music and dance, and engrossed in poetry and song; this is her very nature. Therefore, winning her heart is not difficult. All one needs is a profound understanding of poetry and abundant physical strength.

Su Nan selected one of Liu Sanbian's poems about brothels. Although it is not his most outstanding work, it is still unparalleled in the world.

Ultimately, in the professional field of composing poetry in brothels, even the great poets Liu Yong could not compare to Liu Sanbian, for each has their own expertise.

The servants, carrying hundreds of poems, passed by Fu Xiang one by one. She browsed them very quickly, occasionally selecting the best ones and setting them aside separately.

The men on the first floor continued their noisy chatter, mostly indulging in self-praise, showing off their poetic skills and firmly believing they would stand out from the crowd.

With Su Nan's identity revealed, the students of Yunlu Academy gathered around, and the atmosphere was much more harmonious than when they first arrived. Fei

A professional smile graced her face, but it vanished the moment she caught a glimpse of the poem. (Deer)

Her eyes widened in disbelief and astonishment, then her gaze lingered on the calligraphy and painting, finally blossoming into a radiant smile.

This smile came from the deepest part of his heart; it was clearly touched by something deep within him. (Wine)

She glanced at Su Nan, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes, before quickly averting her gaze. (Seven)

The calligraphy of Su Nan is widely known, so people can easily tell the authenticity of his works at a glance.

Finally, in the upper attic on the second floor, ten carefully selected poems were neatly arranged in a row, shining brightly.

The noise on the first floor grew increasingly intense, with each recitation of a poem accompanied by a chorus of criticism.