Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The madam nodded in satisfaction and continued reading:

"The second question is to identify the identities of the two girls, Su Shi and Su Qin."

The basis for this assessment of the young master is—his courtesy name.

She unfolded the paper and read aloud:

"Miss Su Shi is skilled in calligraphy, with powerful strokes that penetrate deeply into the wood."

Miss Su Qin is skilled in music, and although her handwriting is not bad, it lacks the depth and refinement of her sister's brushstrokes.

The characters on the left scroll are more skillful and mature, clearly the result of years of practice; the characters on the right scroll are neat and tidy, but lack that charm.

Therefore, on the left is Su Shi, and on the right is Su Qin.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up to see the words on the two scrolls.

Some nodded, some frowned, and some were still pondering.

"That...that makes sense."

"But can you really make that conclusion based on just this?"

"Yeah, what if they write something different today?"

The madam smiled slightly, picked up Lin Feng's answer sheet again, and unfolded it to face everyone.

"Gentlemen, you might as well take another look at Young Master Xiang's own handwriting."

Everyone's eyes fell on the paper, and after just one glance, they couldn't look away.

The handwriting was as sharp as if it had been carved with a knife or axe.

Every stroke is incredibly sharp, every line is perfectly placed.

Although the words are written on paper, they seem to carry a sharp and imposing aura, rushing towards you.

Silence reigned.

Those who come to these brothels to drink and make merry are mostly literate people.

Even if you don't write well, you still have a good eye.

They had never seen such handwriting before, let alone imagined it.

Some martial arts practitioners, upon seeing these words, clearly felt a sharp sword pointed at them.

They exclaimed in surprise, "What a powerful aura!"

He already understood that this young master Xiang must be very strong, and his original intention to cause trouble was extinguished.

Someone murmured, "Beautiful calligraphy... truly beautiful calligraphy..."

"I am completely convinced," a young man who looked like a scholar said, bowing. "Young Master Xiang is truly talented; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."

"Would you mind selling this calligraphy to me?" someone suddenly asked. "I'll offer a high price!"

The madam smiled and shook her head: "Sir, I'm really sorry."

The two young ladies, Su Shi and Su Qin, have already instructed that they wish to keep this calligraphy for themselves. It is not for sale.

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"So, gentlemen, is there anyone else who has objections?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Clothes"

The madam nodded in satisfaction.

Although he earned less money than expected tonight, Xiang Rikui's ability to subdue everyone on his own was a story that would become legendary.

The reputation of Zuixiang Pavilion will rise even higher.

This reputation cannot be bought with money.

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The maid led Lin Feng through the main hall, around several corridors, and to an elegant boudoir in the back pavilion.

"Young Master, please." The maid pushed open the door and stepped aside.

Lin Feng nodded and stepped across the threshold.

The boudoir was not large, but it was decorated with exquisite detail.

Against the wall stood a carved canopy bed, with pale purple gauze curtains hanging down.

A desk by the window, complete with the Four Treasures of the Study.

On the table sat a celadon incense burner, from which wisps of smoke rose, and a faint sandalwood fragrance lingered in the air.

As soon as Lin Feng stood still, he saw two figures slowly emerge from behind the screen.

It was Su Shi and Su Qin.

Upon closer inspection, the two look exactly alike.

With willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and skin as white as jade, her features were so exquisite they looked like they had been painted.

The two women, dressed in similar outfits, stood side by side, looking as if they were looking in a mirror.

The visual impact is truly indescribable.

Even with his vast experience and knowledge, Lin Feng couldn't help but catch his breath slightly.

But it was only for a moment.

He's a worldly person after all, so he has that much self-control.

The two women looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, a tender and youthful age, and clearly had a bit of an artistic flair. Lin Feng had no problem dealing with women who had no dating history.

First, you have to act aloof and know how to manipulate others. The more indifferent you are, the more these artsy young women will want to throw themselves at you.

The two sisters' eyes lit up when they saw Lin Feng.

He had a neat short haircut, handsome features, and a unique temperament.

He was unlike any other man they had ever met.

That aura was hard to describe; it made him stand out from the men around him.

Indeed, only someone like that could write such sharp and powerful characters.

The two sisters were secretly delighted, but they did not show it.

Instead of putting on airs as usual, they took the initiative to step forward gracefully and bow deeply to Lin Feng and his group.

"Greetings, Young Master Xiang."

Lin Feng nodded slightly and said calmly, "You two are too kind."

His tone was indifferent, even somewhat distant.

The two sisters were slightly taken aback, feeling inexplicably nervous.

After taking her seat, Su Qin said to the maids beside her, "You may leave now. My sister and I will take care of things here."

"Yes, Miss."

The two maids left the room and gently closed the door behind them.

Only three people remained in the room.

Su Shi personally picked up the wine pot and poured Lin Feng a cup of wine with gentle and elegant movements.

"Young Master Xiang, it is truly a blessing for my sister and me to have met someone as distinguished as you today."

Lin Feng picked up the wine glass, but didn't drink it; he just held it to his nose and smelled it.

Su Qin, standing to the side, asked curiously, "We've never seen Young Master Xiang's handwriting before. Does it have a name?"

Lin Feng put down his wine glass and smiled faintly.

"I love practicing martial arts in my spare time, and this calligraphy style is something I came up with while practicing swordsmanship, hence the name 'Slender Sword Style'."

"The Lean Sword Body..." Su Shi murmured repeatedly, her eyes growing brighter and brighter. "No wonder, it gives people a sharp feeling and an imposing aura."

Like a sharp sword, Young Master Xiang has truly established a grandmaster.

As she spoke, she couldn't help but move closer to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, however, slightly turned his body and moved to the side.

Su Shi was taken aback, her smile froze for a moment, and then a faint sense of grievance welled up inside her.

"Is Young Master Xiang... looking down on my humble origins as a woman of the night?"

Lin Feng was secretly pleased. Just as he thought, if you don't cater to her, she'll make up her own stories.

After all, coming from a brothel, no matter how strong one's heart is, there will still be feelings of inferiority.

Lin Feng looked at her calmly.

"Miss Su, please don't belittle yourself."

I just feel that men and women shouldn't be too close; it's a bit uncomfortable to be so intimate, especially since we're not that familiar with each other.

Su Shi was stunned for a moment, but then felt a little better.

Su Qin tilted her head and asked, "If that's the case, why has the young master come to this place of pleasure?"

Lin Feng picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

"I heard that there was an interesting arithmetic problem in this Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, so I came to take a look."

I thought it would be a bit difficult and require some effort, but it turned out to be too easy. I'm a little disappointed.

The two sisters exchanged a glance, their hearts skipping a beat.

They are not unaware of how difficult the "chicken and rabbit in the same cage" problem is.

These days, countless heroes have fallen by the wayside because of this problem.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, it was just "child's play"?

But upon closer reflection, it seems quite reasonable.

With Lin Feng's exceptional talent, these questions were indeed no challenge for him.

They didn't think Lin Feng was bragging at all; on the contrary, they felt even more that he was truly a man of high moral character, disdainful of such vulgar things.

The two sisters' admiration for Lin Feng deepened even further.

This is the kind of person they consider their perfect Prince Charming.

Lin Feng glanced at the expressions of the two women out of the corner of his eye and chuckled inwardly.

That's enough to stun them? This is nothing.

Su Shi hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and asked, "Young Master Xiang, would you... possibly write another piece of calligraphy for us? We are willing to pay a high price for it."

Lin Feng said expressionlessly, "Won't the time be over? After all, your rule is one incense stick's time, and I don't like breaking other people's rules."

"No, no!" The two sisters hurriedly waved their hands, their faces filled with barely suppressed joy.

Su Shi said, "Others would get tired of it after just one stick of incense, but when I'm with Young Master Xiang, time flies by, and I wish I could stop at this moment."

Although the two women were top courtesans, they were only seventeen or eighteen years old and their minds were not yet fully developed.

For girls their age, the ideal man is someone who is talented, handsome, and has integrity.

Lin Feng is a perfect fit.

Looking at their expressions, Lin Feng made up his mind.

"Since that's the case, and our meeting is fate, I'll give you a piece of calligraphy as a gift."

He stood up and walked to his desk.

"Grind the ink."

"Yes, young master!" Su Shi was excited and hurriedly stepped forward to grind the ink.

Su Qin then spread out a sheet of Xuan paper and carefully pressed it flat with a paperweight.

Lin Feng picked up his pen, but did not write immediately.

He first drew a lotus flower on the rice paper with a few strokes.

The lotus bud was about to bloom, its petals unfurled, and its veins clearly visible. Though depicted with only a few strokes, it was lifelike, as if it would tremble gently in the breeze.

The two sisters were so engrossed in watching that they didn't understand what he meant by painting the lotus flower.

Lin Feng put down his painting brush, switched to a small regular script brush, and wrote two lines of text next to the lotus flower.

The brushstrokes are fluid and graceful, lean yet firm and upright.

"Rising from the mud, yet remaining unstained"