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

Upon seeing Fu Xiang, Li Qiye began as agreed upon by the two.

While people were drinking and making merry at the tables below, Li Qiye was singing anxiously on Fuxiang's side.

Fu Xiang was truly a vixen; every frown and smile exuded charm and allure.

This time, I was truly listening to music in a brothel.

After a long while, Li Qiye left feeling refreshed.

Of course, Pingyang also left with him.

Gradually, the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment venue) also cooled down.

It's midnight!

The Imperial Palace, the residence of the eldest princess.

In the study, a woman dressed in gorgeous palace attire was reading military books.

The woman's face was as if it had been meticulously painted by the most exquisite brush in the world.

Her fair skin resembled the first snowflakes, delicate and radiant with a soft glow. Its luster was like a pearl from the deep sea, exuding an indescribable smoothness. It was as if a gentle touch would leave a cool, delicate feeling on the fingertips.

Her delicate oval face has smooth lines, like a naturally beautiful piece of jade, with every curve just right, showcasing the ultimate beauty of harmony.

Her eyebrows, like a newly sprouted willow, danced lightly in the breeze, slender and gentle, with a slight upward curve at the ends, carrying a hint of subtle majesty.

Beneath his brows were a pair of phoenix eyes, deep blue and unfathomable, seemingly containing a powerful ambition that made them unapproachable and impossible to look directly at.

Her delicate nose, perfectly positioned in the center of her face, added a touch of three-dimensionality to her features, like an exquisite mountain peak, giving her beauty a touch of aloofness.

Those lips, like blooming rose petals, were delicate and luscious, with a natural, rosy color, naturally beautiful without any makeup.

However, a woman's charm goes far beyond her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her figure is a masterpiece, perfectly embodying the ultimate charm of curves.

Her slender waist was so delicate that it seemed as if a gentle breeze could lift it up, yet it possessed both suppleness and strength.

Her slender waist contrasted sharply and alluringly with her full and pert hips, outlining a breathtakingly beautiful curve, like the most dazzling galaxy in the night sky, shining with a mesmerizing light.

Her shoulders were rounded and delicate, as if carved from mutton fat jade, and her skin was faintly visible under the thin gauze, exuding a hazy allure.

Her slender arms were like lotus roots, fair and delicate, with smooth and graceful lines, exuding elegance and charm in every gesture.

Her skirt flared out like blooming petals, swaying gently as she walked, each step seemingly weaving a beautiful dream.

Her long, straight, beautiful legs were partially hidden by the hem of her skirt, adding a touch of mystery and allure to her beauty.

Unfortunately, those phoenix eyes are meant to be admired from afar, not touched!

The woman's name was Huaiqing, and she was the eldest princess of the Great Feng Dynasty!

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

Chapter Twenty-Six has caught everyone's attention! Let's talk about Nezha again!

Chapter Twenty-Six: Getting Noticed! Let's talk about Nezha again!

"Tap tap tap..."

A series of footsteps sounded, and then a palace maid walked in.

The palace maid glanced at Huaiqing and felt ashamed of herself, realizing that she had no way to win from head to toe.

The most talented woman in the Great Feng Dynasty!

Her figure is enough to captivate all beings, and it is no exaggeration to say that she outshines all other beauties.

Not only can't they compete in talent, they can't even match her in physique.

The palace maid lowered her eyes.

"Princess, it's time to rest."

Huaiqing waved his hand upon hearing this.

"You go down and rest."

Huaiqing's voice was like celestial music.

But the palace maids dared not.

The princess didn't rest, so how could a mere servant like her dare to rest?

So all I could do was stand by and keep you company.

Huaiqing found the military treatise boring and put it down to ask a question.

Has anything happened in Kyoto lately?

The palace maid was taken aback at first, but then immediately answered Huaiqing's question.

"Some interesting things happened."

Fun fact?

"tell me the story."

Huaiqing has a pretty and delicate face.

The palace maid said frankly, "Today, there is a teacher named Li Qiye in the Dafeng Music Bureau. He told the story of Nezha, the Demon Child, and it is very popular."

"Li Qiye?"

Huaiqing felt the name sounded familiar, and a handsome young man appeared in her mind, so much so that she was somewhat lost in thought.

Is it him?

Storytelling, Nezha the Demon Child?

"Tell me the story."

With nothing else to do, Huaiqing suddenly felt like listening.

She doesn't usually listen to storytelling.

The palace maid hurriedly began to tell Huaiqing the story, and the more she talked, the more excited she became.

Huaiqing gradually became engrossed in the story.

From the time when Yuanshi Tianzun refined the Demon Pill to when Taiyi Zhenren took Nezha as his disciple, this story is simply incredible.

Flowing smoothly like clouds and water, with grand concepts!

Immortals, demons, monsters, dragons!

Talismans, spells, treasures!

This is an absolutely amazing story!

"Ok?"

"Is this gone?"

Huaiqing frowned when he heard no sound.

The palace maid nodded gently.

"That's all for Mr. Qiye. He didn't go to the brothel today."

"Furthermore, this Mr. Qiye can not only tell stories, but also compose poems. He wrote a poem and gave it to the most beautiful courtesan in the Jiaofangsi."

"Many writers admit they are inferior to him."

Huaiqing was somewhat surprised.

She was known as the most talented woman in the Great Feng Dynasty and had profound insights into poetry.

She wanted to see Li Qiye's poems.

"Do you know what poem it is?"

The palace maid thought for a moment and then revealed her thoughts.

"All the flowers have faded, yet she alone remains radiant, captivating the small garden with her charm. Her sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water, and her subtle fragrance drifts in the twilight."

Upon hearing the poem, Huaiqing murmured to himself, then exclaimed in admiration.

"What a poem!"

The palace maid continued, "That's not all, Princess. This Li Qiye is also a sixth-rank martial artist, and he can even sing folk songs."

A sixth-rank military officer, singing a little tune!

What about Li Qiye?

At this moment, Huaiqing began to have designs on Li Qiye.

Li Qiye caught her attention.

Is it the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution)?

This place is not easy to get to.

If word got out that the eldest princess of a country was going to the brothel, the royal family would lose all face.

But I absolutely must meet Li Qiye!

"Go and prepare a set of men's clothing!"

The palace maid immediately went to prepare.

On the other side, Lingbao Pavilion.

The air above the pavilion was filled with the fragrance of incense, as if shrouded in mist.

Dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, Luo Yuheng sat cross-legged slowly under the moonlight. She was like a fairy maiden descending from a misty fairyland to the mortal world, exuding an otherworldly and refined temperament that captivated people.

Her face was like a rare and beautiful jade, meticulously sculpted by heaven, with skin as white as snow, as pure and clear as the morning dew.

Her eyebrows, like a touch of new green in spring, are curved and slender, resembling the dark green of distant mountains, with the ends naturally raised, revealing a touch of liveliness and heroism.

These eyebrows sometimes furrow slightly, as if concealing compassion for all things in the world; at other times they relax, as if containing a magnanimous spirit towards the universe.

Her eyes were like a bottomless pool, a clear turquoise, like the densest forest in spring, or the deep, boundless blue sea.

His eyes sparkled with wisdom and agility, as if they could see through all the mysteries of the world.

Luo Yuheng's figure is even more graceful and captivating.

Her slender figure, like a tall and straight bamboo, and her delicate waist, barely a handful, appeared even more graceful, full, and curvaceous under the cover of her Taoist robe.

Her legs are long and straight enough to keep you entertained for a year!

In front of her stood a woman dressed in a flowing, smoky-colored dress with wide sleeves.

The long dress perfectly accentuated the woman's graceful figure, her slender waist so delicate it seemed one could grasp it with a single hand, exuding charm and allure.

Looking at her face again, it was as if she were the most exquisite work of art in the world. Her skin was as white as goat's milk, delicate and radiant with a warm glow.

Mu Nanzhi! The most beautiful woman in the Great Feng Dynasty!

Mu Nanzhi's jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, each strand glossy and shimmering with a satin-like sheen, smooth and silky like flowing ink.

She wore only a simple white jade hairpin, the head of which was carved with a lifelike gardenia. The petals were warm and delicate, and a crystal-clear pearl was embedded in the stamen. Under the light, it emitted colorful light, which complemented her beautiful hair and made her look even more elegant.

A few stray strands of hair fell casually on either side of her face, adding a touch of languid charm and making her appear both noble and aloof, yet also passionate and fiery.

"Yuheng, what do you think of this story?"

Mu Nanzhi told the Imperial Preceptor Luo Yuheng about the demon child Nezha that Li Qiye had mentioned.

Luo Yuheng nodded in agreement.

"A good story, truly wonderful, with immortals, demons, monsters, dragons, and even saints."

"Anyone who can tell such a story must be exceptional."

Mu Nanzhi introduced Li Qiye to Luo Yuheng.

However, Luo Yuheng didn't care about that; she was only concerned about what to do with her karmic fire.

"Yuheng, do you want to go listen to it tomorrow?"

Luo Yuheng refused.