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

Sweep around.

Hey, those two girls haven't left yet.

Li Qiye discovered that Pingyang had not left Lin'an, but was instead drinking wine.

Her face was flushed as if she were drunk.

It looks like a bit too much.

Seeing this, Li Qiye knew that the two must be women, since all the men in the brothel were staring at Fu Xiang like wolves and tigers.

Although Fu Xiang was dancing lightly on the stage, she was also watching out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing so many predatory eyes, Fu Xiang was completely unconcerned, simply because she had seen it all before.

However, when she glanced at Li Qiye, she couldn't help but feel curious.

How could he be unaffected by her beauty?

interesting.

In Lin'an and Pingyang, she had long since realized that she was a woman.

But Li Qiye aroused her even more curiosity.

The dance is over.

Immediately, a chorus of praise arose.

"As expected of Miss Fuxiang, this dance is truly exquisite."

"This dance exists only in heaven."

...

I'm already tired of hearing about Fu Xiang.

She gave a perfunctory curtsy.

"You guys are so complimentary."

"Thank you all for gracing us with your presence."

Those playboys and wealthy gentlemen immediately yielded to them.

Fu Xiang had them completely under her control.

At this moment, Zhou Li said urgently.

"Miss Fuxiang, now that the dance is over, quickly tell us today's poem topic."

"I think everyone is getting impatient."

The title of the poem?

Li Qiye then remembered that this fox spirit loved poetry and songs.

After a dance at the Jiaofangsi (a type of entertainment venue), they would often ask literary figures to compose a poem.

Anyone who catches her eye can drink with her.

There is a chance to get close to her.

On the other hand, the father-in-law looked very anxious.

He knows nothing about poetry.

Fu Xiang nodded gently after hearing this, "In that case, today's topic will be untitled."

"Gentlemen, please feel free to do as you please!"

Everyone was surprised to hear what Fu Xiang said.

He immediately became excited and began to think.

Zhou Li looked so confident that he had gotten his way, which made Li Qiye guess that this idiot had gone to find someone.

Sure enough, Zhou Li's poems quickly stood out.

Fu Xiang glanced at the poem and felt that it was somewhat lacking, but in her heart, it was truly the best.

So she said.

"Today's champion is Young Master Zhou Li."

Scholars and writers all scoffed at the idea.

"This guy must have hired someone. It's really annoying."

"He's a spoiled brat; how could he possibly know anything about poetry?"

"Damn it, he got his hands on it."

Zhou Li stood up with an arrogant expression.

Xu Pingzhi was extremely anxious.

"Damn it, does Qiye have any way to stop him?!"

Li Qiye nodded, "Yes!"

Have!

"any solution?"

Xu Pingzhi asked anxiously.

Li Qiye replied with a smile.

"Why don't I just intercept Zhou Li's offer?"

Xu Pingzhi looked at him with suspicion, "You know poetry?"

Good guy.

He's a model youth!

Poetry is a piece of cake for you!

"of course."

Li Qiye took a sip of wine.

Upon hearing this, Xu Pingzhi immediately said, "Then you've snatched it from him."

"You will become Fu Xiang's intimate guest!"

Good heavens, Xu Pingzhi must have lost his mind.

This made Li Qiye exclaim in surprise.

"Oh, but father-in-law, don't you like Fu Xiang?"

Xu Pingzhi coughed, "Cough cough cough, I know my own limitations when it comes to poetry. My son-in-law is far more qualified than me."

"But my dear son-in-law, if you successfully become Fu Xiang's lover, could you... that maidservant beside Fu Xiang, hehe."

Good heavens, no wonder he never frequents brothels, Xu Pingzhi.

Kind of!

Li Qiye's eyes flashed and he agreed.

"Alright, then, Father-in-law, to Lingyue's place."

Xu Pingzhi chuckled, "Sure, sure!"

The two foxes reached an agreement.

Just as Zhou Li was beaming with pride, Li Qiye's voice rang out.

“Miss Fuxiang, I have a poem for you on the seventh night.”

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

Chapter Nineteen: The Demon Child's Power Unveiled!

Chapter Nineteen: The Demon Child's Power Unveiled!

Li Qiye's voice suddenly rang out in the Jiaofangsi.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Fu Xiang stopped and looked on expectantly.

"Mr. Qiye, would you like to present a poem to Fuxiang?"

All the guests and the girls from the brothel looked over at the same time.

Although Lin'an and Pingyang were slightly drunk after drinking, they were still quite tipsy.

However, they remained conscious and looked at Li Qiye with curiosity.

Li Qiye can also write poetry?

They watched quietly, filled with curiosity.

Zhou Li, who was about to follow Fu Xiang upstairs, frowned deeply.

Ye Fan has interrupted his good time again!

So he couldn't help but be sarcastic.

"You, a storyteller, can also compose poetry?"

The sarcasm infuriated Xu Pingzhi.

However, it seems that Zhou Li was right; he hadn't heard Ling Yue mention that Qi Ye could compose poetry.

I hope we won't become a laughing stock.

Xu Pingzhi was worried.

Li Qiye chuckled nonchalantly, "If you can do it, why can't I?"

Zhou Li's face turned liver-colored in an instant.

"you!"

I'm going to kill this guy!

At this moment, Zhou Li's anger reached its peak.

Li Qiye ignored this stupid pig.

He bowed to Fu Xiang under everyone's gaze.

"Thank you for your generous donations today and yesterday, Miss Fuxiang."

"For this, Qi Ye expresses his gratitude to Fu Xiang by presenting a poem."

These words immediately piqued everyone's curiosity.

"I only knew that Mr. Qiye was a wonderful storyteller, but I didn't know that he could also compose poetry."

"I wonder how talented Mr. Qiye is in writing?"

"Writing poetry shouldn't be difficult for Mr. Qiye."

"You can't say that, it's not necessarily true."

.....

The surrounding scholars and writers discussed the matter amongst themselves.

Zhou Li snorted coldly.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what you're capable of."

Li Qiye ordered someone to bring him pen and ink.

Even with Li Qiye's memories integrated, he can still write the characters of the Great Feng Dynasty.

So I picked up my pen and wrote with great strokes!

He wrote on the paper: