Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

The quantity today is a bit small.

Because the manuscript is due tomorrow (whispering)

44.

Feng Tang asked.

If we were to ask who among the three outer palaces is the most powerful and influential figure, Feng Tangwen would probably be the only answer in everyone's mind.

He was the owner of Zuiyanglou, who founded Zuiyanglou and built a vast power base exclusively for him in the outer three palaces.

Even within the Northern Ice Palace, those from the inner three palaces would have to think twice before trying to harm Feng Tangwen.

As soon as Feng Tangwen appeared, he instantly became the focus of the entire audience. Even the two women beside Yun Ping slipped out from under Yun Ping's arm and went to greet their boss with smiles.

Surrounded by beautiful women, Feng Tangwen maintained his cold and aloof expression.

"Huan'er." This was Feng Tanghuan's name.

"Brother... Huan'er is here."

Feng Tanghuan awkwardly stepped forward. Only in front of him would she so timidly accept this title.

The group of people behind him wanted to laugh when they heard this address, but they stubbornly refused to grin—they all knew that if they did, they would basically be doomed.

"You want to compete with our local birds in a battle of artistic talent?"

"Uh..." Feng Tanghuan dared not admit that he was making things up at this point, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept it: "Yes, that's how it is!"

"Then let's have a fight."

Feng Tang looked solemnly at Yu Bai Niao, whose face was deathly pale, and asked, "Bai Niao Le Lian, is that alright?"

On the surface, this was asking for Yu Bai Niao's opinion, but Yu Bai Niao himself knew what it really meant.

If I openly refuse, I probably won't be able to stay here anymore.

But she still gritted her teeth, raised her head, and asked Feng Tang, "Boss, Bai Niao still has a show to perform... there are still three songs left..."

“No need.” Feng Tang waved his hand. “I will find someone to play for you. You stay here and have a literary contest with our good-for-nothing Huan’er.”

"But, but..."

"Today is a day for the most beautiful birds. The people who come here don't want anything, they just want to have fun. My little bird rarely competes with others in art and literature. It is a bird that is both beautiful and talented, so it should not be afraid."

After saying that, he looked around and a smile spread across his face.

"Besides, it's a very interesting activity, isn't it?"

They gave Yu Bai Niao no chance to refuse.

Ye Yuchan glared at Feng Tangwen with sharp, piercing eyes, but the latter seemed completely unconcerned, standing there like a giant.

Even though Yu Bai Niao had given such a hint, these people were still forcing her to go ahead?

Isn't this bullying?!

"Hey... don't be so..."

Just as Ye Yuchan was about to get up, a soft hand appeared in front of her.

The one who blocked Ye Yuchan's way was naturally Yu Bai Niao, the Hundred Birds Joyful Companion of Zuiyang Tower.

She cast a faint glance at Ye Yuchan, signaling her not to make any rash moves.

Immediately afterwards, she placed her hands in front of her, her graceful figure swaying slightly as she slowly bowed to Feng Tanghuan and Feng Tangwen.

"Since Mr. Feng says so, then I will take the liberty of giving it a try. My skills are clumsy, so please don't laugh at me."

Due to Feng Tangwen's appearance, a large number of people have gathered around. About one-third of the people on the third floor of Zuiyang Tower have noticed the special situation here.

A battle of wits is no small matter.

Since Emperor Wen of the Tianjue era emerged, literature and art have naturally become something that many people admire.

The so-called "Four Perfections of Emperor Wen" – music, chess, calligraphy, and painting – served as the standard for literary competition.

Unlike physical combat, which is simply two people going into a ring to fight, and who wins and who loses is obvious.

The literary contest was much more complex, requiring participants to compete in all four arts: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The final winner was determined based on the evaluations of the onlookers.

“Hundred Birds…” Feng Tanghuan looked somewhat dejected, and his eyes were filled with apology as he looked at the Jade Hundred Birds. “I’m sorry.”

"That's not true." Yu Bai Niao smiled faintly, still maintaining a facade of respect: "It's just a battle of wits, Young Master Feng, there's no need to take it too seriously."

Yes, just as Yu Bai Niao said.

This is just a battle of wits.

Unlike physical combat, intellectual combat does not cause any physical pain. If you lose, you can only say that your skills are not good enough.

There's no downside—just like Feng Tang said, it's just for fun.

but--

"But that would be rather boring."

Feng Tang suddenly spoke.

His voice echoed throughout the entire third floor of Zuiyanglou in the blink of an eye.

The powerful words caused the other two musicians, Yue Lian, who were playing the zither, to stop, and even Wu Lian on the stage was stunned by the loss of music.

Therefore, everyone, everyone who participated in the Drunken Fragrance and Elegant Sparrow event, focused their attention on Feng Tangwen.

The man looked down at the trembling Yu Bai Niao with a composed expression.

“Let’s add some prize money. If Bai Niao Le Lian wins against Huan’er, then this million-dollar prize money will be yours.”

After speaking, he casually waved his hand, and golden light shone brightly from his storage ring.

Wow!!

Is it fair to say that he was too extravagant...?

A mountain of gold coins suddenly appeared before them. If it weren't for Feng Tangwen's presence, many people would probably have rushed forward to snatch it while drooling.

Despite having so many gold coins, Yu Bai Niao was not happy.

—Because she knew it would be difficult for her to win.

And if we lose...

"Of course, there are wins and losses, gains and losses."

"If you, Bai Niao Le Lian, lose to Huan'er, then you shall condescend to come to my Feng family and become Huan'er's exclusive Le Lian. What do you think?"

45. The fundamental difference in values

Anyone with a modicum of sense could understand the meaning behind Feng Tangwen's words.

Exclusively for Yue Lian? It's simply finding a suitable way to give Feng Tang Huan more reasons to get closer to Yu Bai Niao.

To put it bluntly, it's about legally picking up girls.

Feng Tanghuan could easily understand what his brother Feng Tangwen meant, but he didn't appreciate it.

He cautiously moved closer to the tall man, "Brother, don't do this. I will pursue Junior Sister Bai Niao myself."

Feng Tang glanced at him dismissively: "Oh? When did you acquire such abilities?"

If anyone else had said that, Feng Tanghuan would have cracked his forehead open, but the person who said it was his brother.

One of the most untouchable people in the entire Feng family.

"Brother...you really don't need to worry about this."

“Heh.” A hint of mockery flashed across Feng Tang’s solemn face. “Bai Niao Le Lian is a disciple valued by the three inner palaces of the Northern Ice Palace. Although he is currently only in the outer three palaces, he is not only exceptionally talented, but also highly skilled in literature and art. One day he will surely become the number one figure in the Northern Ice Palace.”

The meaning is very clear—

Yu Bai Niao has potential, win her over!

Feng Tanghuan couldn't possibly think that far ahead. He simply liked Yu Bainiao, and at most, he just wanted to get close to her. But when he heard Feng Tang ask that question...

This is to make him marry Yu Bai Niao!

This is bad, very bad.

The literary contest was about mastering the four arts: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Of these four, Feng Tanghuan admitted that he was not as good as Yu Bainiao at music, but in the other three...

Even if Yu Bai Niao used both hands, he could still win with his feet!

This wasn't because he was overconfident. Feng Tanghuan's artistic talent was at the very top of the entire Beibing Palace, and there were very few people in the entire Beibing Palace who were better than him.

If a true literary contest were to take place, there would be no doubt that Yu Bai Niao would lose.

Ye Yuchan looked at Yu Bai Niao, whose expression was stiff and motionless, and whose face was as cold as a corpse. Sensing something was wrong, she immediately poked Yu Bai Niao's lower back.

Can we win?

Faced with Ye Yuchan's question, Yu Bainiao made no attempt to hide her bitterness, "...If it's about art, I can only win in the piano, but in the other three..."

"Then refuse. Asking you to be Rakuren's exclusive agent is just asking you to offer yourself up directly, isn't it?"

“Refuse…” Yu Bai Niao’s face darkened. “If only it were that easy. It’s very difficult to find a job in the outer three palaces, and I need to earn money to take care of Uncle Hu…”

"Aren't you a disciple of that Northern Ice Palace? You must be quite wealthy."

Yu Bai Niao shook her head: "No, I'm just a disciple of the Outer Three Palaces right now. I don't have any extra money left over each month for cultivation. Almost all the money I have comes from this job as a musician..."

"If I lose this job..."

Yu Bai Niao didn't say what was coming next, but Ye Yu Chan knew it very well.

She glanced at her storage ring, which was about to burst, hesitated for a moment, and then casually took out a large gold chain.

He gazed affectionately at Yu Bai Niao's youthful face, which seemed to be still developing.

"It's okay, it's just a lousy job, I'll support you."

Jade Bird: "..."

Her mind was a little dazed. She stared at the thick gold chain in Ye Yuchan's hand, which was as thick as her forearm, and fell silent.