Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

This is Lu Zhaoling's "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an," which uses a long passage to describe the extravagant lifestyle of the aristocratic class, while also revealing the bitterness and hardship of prostitutes.

The melodious voice on the high platform grew increasingly mournful as it continued: "They boast that their songs and dances will last for a thousand years, and that their pride and extravagance surpass even the Five Dukes. Seasonal changes and scenery do not wait for anyone, and mulberry fields and blue seas can change in an instant... Only the osmanthus blossoms on the Southern Mountain, flying to and fro, brushing against people's hems."

The music had ended, but the sound lingered. Everyone was still immersed in the sorrowful scene created by the other party, and even some grown men couldn't help but burst into tears.

It must be said that the woman's music and voice were magical, and the poignant lyrics and melody captivated everyone's heart.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice came from inside the curtain again, but it was much sweeter and gentler than before: "This humble woman, Jiang Hongling, has made a fool of herself."

In the past, at this time, the other party would quietly disappear, since no one could ask the other party to lift the curtain.

"What a beautiful piece of 'Ancient Charm of Chang'an,' played so vividly by the young lady."

Lin Ping slowly walked out of the Emperor's private room, looking down at the woman on the high platform, revealing an indescribable emotion.

To be honest, Lin Ping didn't think highly of these prostitutes, especially since they had curtains drawn around them, giving him the impression that they were hypocritical.

However, the other party's song "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an" was sincere and heartfelt, expressing all the unpleasant things in his life.

If a family were well-off, what girl would be willing to sing in a brothel that is despised by people?

These prostitutes who are looked down upon are actually pitiful people. They earn their living through their own skills, so why should others look down on them?

It's still better than those petty thieves and criminals.

When Jiang Hongling was about to step down, no one dared to say a word. Lin Ping was defying public opinion and naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Hahaha……"

One of the men next to Zhang Hongyuan burst into laughter: "Ridiculous, truly ridiculous! A complete spendthrift, utterly ignorant, yet he dares to try and appear cultured?"

In this era, there were no Four Great Poets of the Early Tang Dynasty, nor was there Lu Zhaoling. This poem, "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an," was first uttered by Jiang Hongling, yet she never mentioned its title. Therefore, this person's assessment of the poem using "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an" is utter nonsense.

"This man is named Chi Xiang, the son of a prefectural magistrate, and also a successful candidate in the imperial examinations."

Zhu Xiaoji hurriedly explained the person's situation to Lin Ping so that he wouldn't suffer in silence.

Upon hearing the name Chi Xiang, Lin Ping's icy expression immediately crumbled, and he nearly collapsed from laughing.

Chi Xiang... If you want to eat shit, just say so. Do you have to write your thoughts in your name?

Tang Wunao and the others were all puzzled as to where Lin Pingxiao came from, and asked him with faces full of doubt.

Lin Ping's face twitched from laughing, but he forced himself to calm down and explained with an exaggerated expression, "In my hometown, 'xiang' means shit..."

This time, it was Tang Wunao and his group who couldn't hold back anymore, and together with more than ten servants, they rolled around on the second floor.

Chi Xiang seemed to realize that the other party was mocking him, and said sternly, "As expected of a spendthrift, just trying to attract attention!"

After being attacked again, Lin Ping finally calmed himself down and cupped his hands, saying, "Our talents are naturally inferior to Brother ChiX. Brother ChiX is not only exceptionally talented, but also has superb martial arts skills. He can cut the desert eagle into a sand eagle!"

He shouted loudly, "Haha, you're smart enough to know what's good for you. My martial arts are indeed superb. I'm not just a silly goose, I'm the strongest silly goose!"

Lin Ping was speechless, truly unsure whether to address the other person as "Brother Eater" or "Brother Silly."

Everyone stared at Chi Xiang in astonishment, then suddenly burst into thunderous laughter.

"Silly... So Chi Xiang is a silly person..."

Many people covered their stomachs with one hand, pointed at Yuchi Xiang with one finger, and laughed.

Yu Chixiang is probably the first person to openly admit that he is a fool.

Lin Ping was initially worried that Wu Guo didn't know the meaning of the sand sculpture, but judging from everyone's expressions, he realized he had been worrying unnecessarily.

Chi Xiang's face was ashen, and he slunk behind Zhang Hongyuan, wishing he could crawl into the other's anus to hide. He even hated his parents for giving birth to him; if he had died on the wall back then, he wouldn't have been so humiliated.

Amidst the endless laughter, the red gauze curtain on the high platform fell down, and two beautiful figures appeared in everyone's sight.

The girl standing there was wearing a white short skirt and had two ponytails. Her chubby, pink face made her look even cuter. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old and was clearly a beauty in the making.

The other woman had already risen from the ground, her flowing long dress swaying freely, her long black hair tied in a cloud-like bun, with an antique wooden hairpin inserted into the bun. Her face was covered with a thin veil, her eyebrows were like distant mountains with dark eyebrows, her skin was like a smiling peach blossom, and her pair of cold, beautiful eyes were clear and deep. With just a glance, everyone in the hall thought she was looking at them, and their hearts began to pound involuntarily.

Lin Ping's eyes were fixed on the woman in the white dress. He secretly admired her. Although he didn't know what she looked like, her temperament and demeanor were impeccable. From her every move, he could tell that this girl had definitely studied male psychology. Her coy and veiled manner was a fatal blow to those self-proclaimed romantic but not vulgar literati.

The woman's thunderous laughter abruptly ceased at that single glance, all of them waiting for the other's lustful gaze.

After a moment, the woman turned slightly to the side, raised her beautiful eyes, and looked directly at Lin Ping, saying, "Thank you for bestowing a name upon me, young master!"

Jiang Hongling obtained this poem, "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an," by chance from a reclusive hermit. She knew the poem's name but never revealed it to anyone.

Hearing that name again from Lin Ping's mouth was naturally surprising, so she lowered the curtain. It wasn't to reveal her figure, but to see what the young master who could utter the four words "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an" looked like.

As for why she thanked Lin Ping for giving her a name, it was probably to reduce unnecessary trouble.

The other person's beautiful eyes stared intently at him, and Lin Ping couldn't stay calm. He activated the functions of both eyes, naturally wanting to see the true face beneath the thin veil.

Sorry... I've read the wrong place...

Lin Ping, feeling guilty, slightly raised his head and finally saw the woman's beautiful face.

These exquisite facial features are not only three-dimensional but also quite symmetrical, and paired with those pearly teeth, they are simply perfect.

Such natural beauty is extremely rare in modern society, easily surpassing those female internet celebrities.

Even Lin Ping, who had seen the four beauties of ancient China, was immediately impressed.

How happy Jiang Yunying, who has a perfect figure, would be if she also had such a face.

In that case, Lin Ping wouldn't mind hiding in this era for two years.

He will leave only after his connection with Jiang Yunying has completely ended.

Unfortunately, nothing is perfect. If Jiang Yunying really had such looks, she wouldn't have chosen such a spendthrift son as her husband so casually.

Just as Lin Ping was lost in his fantasies, he noticed a pair of cold, sharp eyes staring at him.