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

Su Nan lay comfortably in the bathtub behind the screen, while Fu Xiang had changed her clothes and was only covered by a light gauze.

"Come sit down."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiang sat down in the bathtub without hesitation, resting on Su Nan's abdomen and wrapping her arms around Su Nan's neck.

"Please have mercy, young master..."

Su Nan stared at the almost overflowing emotions in Fu Xiang's eyes, knowing that this was the best time to reveal the truth.

Superficial fragrance is not as good as encountering the true self.

As soon as Su Nan finished speaking, Fu Xiang's body trembled violently, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet Su Nan's gaze directly.

Su Nan knew that true feelings could not be hidden. She sensed that the soul possessing Fu Xiang Ye Ji had already fallen in love. As for the corpse, Su Nan did not have any particular preference for being the dominant one.

If one did not know, it would not be of great importance, but now that Su Nan has learned the truth.

Fu Xiang gently bit her lip, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and determination. She looked at Su Nan with a hint of reproach in her eyes, "Su Lang, you are too bold. You didn't even ask about my background first."

Su Nan smiled slightly and said easily:

"Even if you are the Demon Queen, I have no fear and can sleep peacefully."

"Su Lang is truly extraordinary."

"Please wait a moment, Su Zhexian."

Fu Xiang smiled and helped Su Nan finish his bath, then said...

Chapter 168 Outstanding demeanor, the third day as before!

Soon, Su Nan's gaze fell upon a woman dressed in a thin veil, who slowly emerged from behind the screen.

Her face was charming, with an exquisite oval shape, small yet full and luscious red lips, a straight nose, eyelashes as light as fans, long and straight eyebrows, and a touch of rouge at the corner of her eyes.

Her figure and demeanor were exactly like that faint fragrance from before, but her face, like that fragrance, possessed an unparalleled beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world, and added a touch of charming allure. This was the true form of the Night Princess.

"Fu Xiang, what's your name?"

Even after transforming into her true form, Ye Ji still gently leaned closer, saying, "Su Lang, I am the fragrance beside you."

Even though one is willing to entrust one's life to such a person, their true identity must still be kept strictly confidential.

The light gauze swayed in the wind, carrying a delicate fragrance. A pair of slender hands gently caressed Su Nan's neck, while her plump and tender figure leaned against Su Nan's broad back.

Su Lang spoke with considerable arrogance, casually mentioning titles such as the Princess Consort of Zhenbei and the Demon Queen, and even bringing up the matter of sleeping together in a jest... However, he did not reveal any of his strength, and I wonder how he would deal with a mere little demon like me.

Night Princess was weak, but her tone was firm.

With a shrill scream, Ye Ji's silky smooth and soft body instantly sank into a soft, cloud-like bed.

……

From the afternoon onwards, Meiying Pavilion gradually welcomed a steady stream of guests.

Yesterday was the day for combing the hairpins, and today we enter the tea-making circle. From today onwards, the Floating Fragrance Pavilion will officially open for business.

The courtyard was bustling with people, even more than yesterday. This phenomenon is not hard to understand, after all, many men are well aware of the tricks of the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution), and many of them choose to resolutely refuse to engage in price gouging.

As dusk approached, the hungry men fixed their gazes on the door of Fu Xiang's room, hoping for the appearance of that unforgettable, alluring figure.

Those who come to the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution) don't care about being the first to eat.

The fragrance of incense had not yet appeared; only a young maidservant emerged.

"Distinguished guests, according to the young lady, Su Zhexian has not yet had his fill of fun, so it is inconvenient for him to receive you today."

Upon hearing the maid's words, the courtyard instantly erupted in commotion; such an incident was truly rare.

Which leader didn't take advantage of the time while combing the baskets to entertain multiple guests and earn a hefty profit?

Recalling the former glory of Fuxiang, these guests couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, as if they could drip vinegar into their hearts.

"Miss Fuxiang, don't fall into Su Nan's trap. How could a price of 964 for 893 a night include two nights' accommodation for only 460?"

"I've heard that people in southern Jiangsu have a strong military mentality, which is quite a headache!"

"I will go and discuss with Vice Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Rites that from now on, the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) will strictly prohibit military personnel from entering without authorization."

"If I had foreseen today's predicament, I should have chosen to come tomorrow. Wouldn't it have been more opportune to attack then?"

"Let's set off. Tonight, we will not seek out any other beautiful women, but only help Miss Fuxiang accumulate strength."

……

However, the men were extremely disappointed and angry because the result was still the same on the third day.

Fu Xiang issued another order: since Su Zhe Xian was not yet satisfied, they would not be receiving customers for the time being.

"What's going on?"

"Su Zhexian, Su Zhexian, how can you be so selfish and self-serving in your dealings with others?"

The guests objected and protested.

Chapter 169 Spending the Rest of Our Lives Together, Unraveling the Final Knot

"Say less. Su Zhexian is a well-known night watchman; don't cause unnecessary trouble."

"This night watchman is clearly bullying the good and kind; Miss Fuxiang must have been coerced!"

Even so, forcing women from the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution) was not illegal.

"It's too much, it's too much!"

Perhaps because the incident was quite intense, the maid took out two paintings and calligraphy works, one titled "Slender Willow Waist" and the other "Presented to a Beautiful Woman with Floating Fragrance".

“Miss Fuxiang once said that if any guest’s poem in the future cannot surpass these two, she will no longer receive guests.”

The two poems were displayed before 553, and the courtyard was immediately immersed in a long and tranquil atmosphere.

That timeless masterpiece is flawless, with beautiful and vivid language and a profound and far-reaching artistic conception.

This is undoubtedly a devastating blow, and Su Nan firmly believes that no one in this era can create such outstanding poetry again.

These two poems, one popular and the other elegant, have completely blocked both paths, leaving no one able to surpass them.

……

In the cozy room, Fu Xiang's long, jade-like legs gently rested on Su Nan's waist, and her fair arms tenderly embraced Su Nan's neck as she nestled in his arms.

Xue Ji's words were true. Only now did Fu Xiang realize that the physique of a martial artist and the cultivation of a Taoist sect complement each other, and their power is beyond words.

Su Nan gently stroked that supple and smooth waist, and couldn't help but marvel at the amazing resilience of a fourth-grade demon's body. In comparison, Ye Ji's combat power even surpassed Xue Ji's.

"Fu Xiang, it's getting dark, get some rest."

A hint of weariness flashed across Fu Xiang's eyes, but then she gritted her teeth and said firmly:

"I am willing to stay with you to the end."

Behind the screen, the two maids blushed, lowered their heads, and their shyness was palpable.

Su Zhexian, a typical martial artist, had always heard of the bravery of martial artists. However, the strength of the girl in front of him was far beyond his expectations!

On the morning of the third day, Su Nan idly looked through the small jade mirror, while Fu Xiang lay quietly on her chest, fast asleep.

[Question #5: Everyone, what interesting activities or interesting things have happened in Beijing recently?]

……

No response; read but not replied.

[Number Five: Play dead!]

[Number 6: Has left Beijing, don't worry.]

[Number Five: Number One, Number Three, what are you busy with right now? Are you perhaps sleeping under this scorching sun?]

……

Half an hour later.

Number Five shouted urgently to Number Nine, "Number Nine, the Heaven and Earth Society is probably doomed! It seems no one is listening to me. Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"

Su Nan couldn't help but sneer, while Lina, receiving no response for a long time, grew increasingly angry.

In the past, in such situations, there were always people willing to respond, and even if the leader's words were brief, he would not remain silent without reason.

Su Nan waved his finger lightly, "The storm has passed."

Almost simultaneously with Su Nan's reply, a sentence appeared in the small mirror.

There were no major news events, but some peripheral information, though the content wasn't particularly valuable.

Huaiqing sat alone in front of the mirror, his lips slightly downturned, his clear face filled with a gloom of loss.

[Number 5: Good news!]

[Very interesting!]

[Number Nine: This humble Taoist priest would also like to hear.]

[Number One: Su Nan, a renowned scholar from the capital, served as the chief calligrapher of the Imperial Music Bureau. He created two masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, and for two days and two nights now, he has still not stepped out of his house.]

Soon, Huaiqing's response appeared on the mirror.

Chapter 170 Anxiety and Fear: Princess Huaiqing's Anger

The tall, elegant lady had already declared that from now on, she would only open her door to Su Zhexian.

Then, Huaiqing actually engraved a poem and a lyric on the small mirror.

Su Nan's lips curled up slightly. She hadn't expected Huai Qing to be so well-informed. While she was still on Fu Xiang's soft bed, Huai Qing had already learned of the news.

[Number Six: Great poem! Great lyrics!]

Upon seeing Hengyuan's reply, Su Nan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "You're a monk, how much can you possibly understand?"

Number 5: Are these poems good? I don't understand them.

[Number Two: Average.]

Standing in front of the small mirror, Li Miaozhen's lips curled up slightly, and the muscles in her cheeks bulged slightly.

She looked up at the poems hanging on the wall and a sense of calm welled up in her heart. These calligraphic works were all gifts from Su Nan in the past six months.

"Amidst the wind and rain, low-hanging clouds, and the towering mountains, crows caw mournfully. Holding a three-foot-long green sword, his heart yearns for Mount Emei, longing to find his beloved wife."