I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The beautiful woman held a round fan with a peony painted on it, and her demeanor revealed an indescribable elegance.

She bowed to everyone and slowly introduced herself.

"My name is Hong Xiao. It is a great honor for me to meet you gentlemen today. I will host the poetry gathering tonight."

As soon as the words fell, they caused quite a stir.

"I didn't expect Miss Hongxiao to be the host of tonight's poetry gathering!"

"This Hong Xiao is one of the four best in Fengming Garden. It is said that her dancing is comparable to that of fairies in heaven."

Listening to the discussions of the people below the stage, Hong Xiao remained calm and composed.

She gave a charming smile and continued.

"Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is bright in the sky. I, Fengming Garden, will take this opportunity to hold a poetry gathering on the bank of the Baishui River, so that you can enjoy the moon and poetry together."

"Today, I am deeply grateful to the many gentlemen in Yong'an City for their support. I would like to thank all of you for your kindness."

After saying this, he bowed again.

At this time, someone in the audience couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked the first question.

"Ms. Hongxiao, I don't know the name of the courtesan from Luyang Prefecture. Why don't you show yourself first so that everyone can open their eyes."

As soon as these words were spoken, they caused quite a stir.

Everyone started to make a fuss, wanting to catch a glimpse of the beauty of the courtesan who had not yet appeared but was already famous in Yong'an City.

In response, Hong Xiao just smiled charmingly.

"I know you are all curious, but the poetry gathering has not started yet. Please be patient and wait."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused some dissatisfaction.

One of the young men, who had a gold and jade belt tied around his waist, slammed the table, suddenly stood up, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.

"Isn't it just money? I have plenty of money!"

As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of silver bills from his arms and casually scattered them onto the stage. The silver bills fell like snowflakes.

Miss Hongxiao has naturally seen this kind of situation many times, but she still maintains an elegant smile.

She didn't even look at the banknotes, but just smiled faintly.

"Sir, talent cannot be measured by money. You can't win the favor of a beauty at tonight's poetry gathering just by spending money."

The young man became furious when he heard this and felt that Hong Xiao looked down upon him.

He jumped up onto the stage, pointed at Hongxiao's nose and started cursing.

"But you are just a whore selling flesh, and you dare to act so pretentiously in front of me? I think you are tired of living!"

After saying this, he raised his hand and was about to hit.

Hong Xiao, on the other hand, had a smile on her face and had no intention of dodging at all.

Just as the slap was about to land on Hongxiao's delicate face, something strange happened.

I saw a burly, muscular man appear behind the young man and stop him.

"Tonight is a grand gathering for making friends through poetry. Rude people like you are not welcome."

The sturdy man had a low, muffled voice.

As he said this, he completely ignored the young man's cursing and struggling, grabbed his arm and threw him out.

The young man drew an arc in the air, broke the stained glass window and fell directly into the cold river water.

After such a farce, the cabin suddenly became much quieter.

Those who originally wanted to watch the fun no longer dared to join in the fun and sat obediently in their seats.

Miss Hongxiao looked as usual, as if what had just happened had never happened.

"I am at Fengmingyuan tonight to meet friends by the Baishui River for poetry. It happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon is bright in the sky, so the theme of the poetry meeting is the bright moon."

The girl Hongxiao opened her red lips and smiled.

"I hope you gentlemen will not be stingy with your poetic spirit. If your masterpiece can impress the heart of the courtesan, you will have the chance to spend a night with her and enjoy endless tenderness."

After saying this, Hong Xiao clapped her hands lightly, and the next moment several maids came on stage like fairies descending from earth, holding the four treasures of the study.

At the same time, a clear sound of a piano suddenly rang out from behind the screen on the stage.

The sound of the guzheng is as melodious as flowing water in the mountains, and the melody is plaintive and deeply moving.

The sound of the piano seemed to carry the ancient charm of thousands of years, traveling through time and space, flowing slowly in the night sky, intoxicating people.

"This is the music played by the Qin Master, one of the four masters of Fengming Garden!"

"It is said that when Qin Jue composed this Yunmeng Song, he was only fourteen years old. He is truly a young genius!"

Someone recognized the song and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful piano music, with an intoxicated look on their faces, as if they had forgotten the passage of time.

As the piano music reached a climax, everyone's emotions were brought to a climax.

They either closed their eyes and listened, or nodded gently, as if resonating with the music.

There was no other sound in the entire cabin except the melodious piano music, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Finally, the sound of the piano gradually faded away, like water returning to the sea, calm and profound.

When the last note dissipated in the air, everyone woke up as if from a dream and realized that the music had ended.

However, the melodious melody still echoed in their hearts, as if the sound of the piano was still lingering in their ears.

"Great song! You deserve a reward!"

A voice suddenly came from private room number 11 on the second floor.

Then a stack of banknotes flew out from the empty window and landed directly in front of the stage screen.

However, this seemingly extremely heroic move attracted a wave of ridicule.

"When did the children of the Tang family become so poor? How can they have the nerve to give away only five thousand taels of silver?"

In private room number nine, a slightly sharp voice sounded, with a hint of disdain.

Before he finished speaking, a thicker stack of silver bills flew out from private room number nine and landed in front of the screen.

Everyone in front of the stage took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp.

Ten thousand taels!

Although the young men in the audience were all wealthy, it was still a bit difficult for them to actually pay out the ten thousand taels.

After all, they are no match for the gentlemen in the private room above.

In the eyes of these people, my family assets are not even as much as their pocket money.

Although they are all sons of wealthy families, everyone present knows that there is an insurmountable class gap between them, like a natural chasm.

"Mr. An, stop looking down on me! I am just throwing out some ideas!"

The voice from private room number 11 rang out again, with a hint of anger, and several stacks of banknotes flew out.

In just half a cup of tea, several stacks of silver bills were piled up in front of the stage screen.

A rough calculation shows that there are at least 40,000 to 50,000 taels of silver.

Such a large amount of money is enough for ordinary people in Yong'an City to live a prosperous life for several lifetimes.

"vulgar!"

However, just as the two were arguing, a sneer of contempt suddenly rang out.

The voice was like a cold wind, blowing across everyone's cheeks.

"Miss Qin Jue can sell any of her songs for thousands of gold. Do you really think they care about your little money?"

"I have a great gift here, specially for Miss Qin Jue, as a token of my respect."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two servants in blue carefully carrying a guzheng.

Before anyone else could say anything, Qin Jue behind the screen exclaimed first, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"Is this Youhuang Qingming?!"