People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

"What does my sister want with me?"

Li Qiye was curious.

The girl said, "There's a customer surnamed Li looking for you at the lounge. Could he be a relative of yours?"

plum?

His family.

But he had no relatives in Dafeng.

Li Qiye followed and took a look.

As a result, the corner of his mouth twitched.

They are indeed family.

His father-in-law is Xu Pingzhi!

However, Xu Pingzhi, who should have been dressed in martial arts attire and looked rugged, was actually wearing a student's uniform!

It's still from Yunlu Academy!

Goodness, it really is a New Year's gift.

You're really frugal.

The guests were curious when they saw Li Qiye come out.

"Why hasn't Mr. Qiye left yet?"

"Could it be that you knew Miss Fuxiang was coming out today?"

Li Qiye nodded, "Yes, I haven't met Miss Fuxiang yet, and I'm just as curious as everyone else."

Someone laughed and said, "Haha, Mr. Qiye, you must remember that you are a married man."

After joking around for a while, they each started playing their own games.

Li Qiye came to Xu Pingzhi's side.

"Seven Nights, you've finally arrived."

Li Qiye was speechless. His father-in-law had just made the appointment yesterday, and he had already come today.

I love this!

But why didn't you ask a girl to accompany you?

"Father-in-law, why didn't you call the young lady?"

Xu Pingzhi replied, "How could your father-in-law possibly fancy these ordinary women!"

Yo!

So arrogant?

"Really? Then why did my father-in-law call me here?"

Li Qiye asked, puzzled.

Xu Pingzhi chuckled, "Qi Ye, I just heard that you gave Fu Xiang a reward for telling stories about Nezha, the Demon Child."

"Could you let me meet Fu Xiang? I promise I'll only look."

I believed your nonsense.

I knew you had a good eye for aesthetics; so you were waiting for me here.

Li Qiye answered helplessly.

"Although Fu Xiang has given this as a reward, I have never met Miss Fu Xiang."

Li Qiye was not lying.

Although he rarely spoke the truth in his life.

Xu Pingzhi didn't believe it.

Li Qiye had no choice but to stay with him for a while.

P.S. I'm asking for all flowers, monthly tickets, and ratings.

Chapter Eighteen: Barrier Beast Summoning Card! A Poem of Fragrance!

Chapter Eighteen: Barrier Beast Summoning Card! A Poem of Fragrance!

Li Qiye and Xu Pingzhi were drinking a little wine.

Xu Pingzhi and the others seemed to be getting a little anxious.

Li Qiye chuckled to himself.

Ignoring it, he summoned the system.

"System, can I participate in the lottery today?"

【Can. 】

[Would the host like to participate in the lottery?]

"Pick it!"

Li Qiye spoke to the system in his mind.

[Ding! A prize draw is in progress!]

[Congratulations, host, for drawing the reward Barrier Beast Summoning Card!]

[Congratulations, host, you have drawn the reward of three points of the Demon Child Nezha's inheritance!]

Wait, a barrier beast! And it even has a legacy point?

Li Qiye was quite surprised when he saw the rewards on the panel.

Barrier Beast, this thing is pretty good, really pretty good.

They seem unreliable, but they can actually hold off anyone when it matters.

The Three Dragons' Breath could hold out for a while.

Not bad, not bad. After we buy a yard, we can have them guard the house.

Li Qiye came up with a brilliant idea.

That's a really good idea.

Let's focus on the second reward.

Points of inheritance.

I never imagined that storytelling could be rewarded with inheritance points.

Doesn't this mean that as long as one keeps telling stories, the legacy of Nezha doesn't require much arduous training?

"Hehe, it really doesn't feel like wiping!"

As expected of a system.

Having cheat codes is so awesome.

[Does the host wish to claim it?]

Li Qiye refused.

"Not urgent."

If we claim the reward here, and then something unexpected happens, we're doomed.

The reward should not be given in a short time.

It's not a critical moment.

And just then.

"Dong dong dong."

A gentle drumbeat broke Li Qiye's thoughts.

At the same time, Xu Pingzhi looked excitedly towards the stands.

Many guests stopped drinking and looked over.

Li Qiye knew at a glance that the courtesan Fu Xiang was about to appear.

He had never seen Fu Xiang before, and looked over out of curiosity.

But then the red curtains on both sides of the stands slowly opened.

The first thing that catches the guests' eye is a row of graceful dancers, dressed in gossamer-thin gowns, as light and agile as butterflies in spring, dancing gracefully and creating a dreamlike atmosphere for the upcoming performance of "Floating Fragrance".

Amidst the anxious yet expectant gazes of the crowd, Fu Xiang finally appeared.

She walked slowly out from behind the curtain with graceful steps, each step seeming to touch the hearts of everyone present.

Her figure was light and graceful, like a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze, or a fairy moving in the night sky.

Her slender waist seemed so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, as if it would break with the slightest twist. The sheer long dress accentuated her captivating beauty.

Her skirt trailed on the ground, like a flowing galaxy, shimmering with a captivating luster as she moved.

Looking at her face, she was like a fairy descended from heaven.

On her delicate oval face, a pair of almond-shaped eyes sparkled, their light shimmering as if holding endless emotions and tenderness; a single glance was enough to captivate and enchant.

Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows, like the dark green of distant mountains, were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of stubbornness and playfulness.

Her nose was delicate and straight, like a jade peak standing tall.

And that cherry-like mouth, naturally red without any makeup, with a slight upturn at the corners carrying a faint smile, seemed to be telling everyone about the beauty of the world.

Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a soft glow under the light, as if it were so delicate that it made one want to touch it.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few strands casually falling on either side of her face, adding to her languid and charming appearance.

Fu Xiang wore a magnificent golden crown, which reflected a dazzling array of colors, making her look like a goddess from heaven.

She wore a pair of long jade earrings, which swayed gently with her movements. The emerald green color complemented her beauty, further enhancing her charming and alluring appearance.

The guests below the stage were instantly stunned by Fu Xiang's beauty and figure, and for a moment, the entire Jiaofangsi was silent.

Those young men who were usually well-informed and unrestrained were now staring wide-eyed, their mouths slightly agape, their eyes filled with amazement and infatuation. As if they were under a spell, they stared blankly at Fu Xiang on the stage, completely forgetting where they were.

Some were completely unaware that their wine glasses had slipped from their hands, or that the wine had spilled on their robes.

And those merchants and wealthy gentry, who were originally shrewd, now only had Fu Xiang's beautiful figure in their eyes.

They leaned forward slightly, their eyes fixed on Fu Xiang, their gazes filled with both covetousness for her beauty and anticipation for her talent, as if admiring a rare treasure.

They kept clicking their tongues in admiration, secretly thinking that if they could have her, they would spare no expense, even if it meant giving away all their wealth.

Even the usually dignified and composed high-ranking officials couldn't help but be slightly moved at this moment.

A barely perceptible blush appeared on their originally serious faces. Their gazes lingered on Fu Xiang for a moment before they hurriedly looked away, as if afraid that others would see the fluctuations in their hearts.

However, their slightly clenched fists and unconsciously quickened breathing betrayed their inner turmoil.

Amidst the amazement and admiration of the crowd, Fu Xiang gracefully walked to the center of the stage.

She bowed slightly to the guests below the stage, her gentle movements like a spring breeze rippling across a lake, stirring the hearts of everyone present.

Then, the music started, and Fu Xiang began to dance gracefully. Her dance was captivating, and every movement was just right, making men's groins ignite.

The guests below the stage were captivated by her beauty and dance, completely mesmerized, as if they were in a dreamlike fairyland, unable to extricate themselves.

Li Qiye was also amazed.

She was absolutely alluring.

No wonder she's a vixen.

Looking back at his father-in-law, he saw a dazed expression on his face.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

They're so useless.