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

Lin Ping then realized that his eyes had been fixed on the other person's private parts, which was somewhat disrespectful.

He quickly shifted his gaze, still maintaining a serious expression, and continued, "Ten miles of calm lake, frost fills the sky; every inch of my black hair is tinged with sorrow for my fleeting youth. I walk alone under the moon, longing for companionship; I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks."

The killing intent that Jiang Hongling had just gathered dissipated instantly, and she murmured to herself, "Walking alone under the moon, I long for companionship; I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks."

This line is similar in sentiment to the line from "Ancient Thoughts of Chang'an": "To become a pair of mandarin ducks, what is death to me? I would rather be a pair of mandarin ducks than an immortal." It is also the kind of love that prostitutes yearn for the most.

Jiang Hongling looked at Lin Ping with a surprised look. He was clearly a slovenly playboy, so why did he know "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an" and be able to recite the corresponding poem?

Curiosity is inherent in everyone. If Lin Ping were a refined gentleman, it would not be surprising if he could recite this poem, and Jiang Hongling would only admire him. However, Lin Ping's personality and appearance make him seem like an uneducated playboy.

This creates a sense of mystery, making people want to know more. After all, everyone likes an interesting soul, especially when the physical appearance outside that soul is also exceptional.

If Jiang Hongling's coy and veiled demeanor was due to her study of male psychology, then Lin Ping's current behavior was a result of his study of biopsychology!

Regardless of gender or species, everyone is full of curiosity about new things.

Jiang Hongling suddenly looked up, clasped her hands in a fist, and crossed her legs, displaying the gentleness of a woman. She said softly, "I wonder if this humble woman could compose music for this poem and sing it?"

"What? Miss Jiang wants to compose and sing music for this fellow?"

Zhang Hongyuan and others were so angry they gritted their teeth.

There were also some scholars and talented men in Wutong Garden who looked down on Lin Ping. They all stared wide-eyed and snorted with disdain.

Of course, Lin Ping's performance in Jiangcheng these past few days has been quite impressive, and most people admire him, shouting loudly, "A perfect match, get together! Get together!"

……

Lin Ping's eyeliner darkened, and he secretly glanced at the chubby boy. If this guy went back and tattled on him, he wouldn't have enough lives to spare.

However, the chubby boy ignored everyone, his eyes shining as he stared intently at the little girl next to Jiang Hongling, drool constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Sigh... Why do people always love to stir up trouble, from ancient times to the present?

Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, his skin, though thicker than a city wall, still turned a dark red.

"This is just a quatrain, not easy to sing and play. If you like it, I have another song."

Lin Ping's tactful refusal wasn't out of fear of becoming a target of public criticism, but rather because he feared that too much contact with prostitutes would displease the city lord.

Lin Ping knew that Jiang Hongling was a smart woman and would most likely refuse his kindness. The two of them treated it as a chance encounter.

"I am all ears."

Jiang Hongling's voice was even sweeter, her bright eyes curved into crescent moons, and her face trembled beneath the veil.

"She smiled! Miss Ling Sha smiled!"

The onlookers were all stunned, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

Jiang Hongling had been in Wutong Garden for some time, but no one had ever seen her smile. Some people even spent a fortune to win a smile from the beauty, but to no avail. Lin Ping, on the other hand, only moved his lips and managed to make the beauty smile.

"Young Master Lin's skills are unmatched; he is a role model for us all!"

A scholar, deeply impressed, bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

You hater... You're the one who's good at oral sex, your whole family is good at it!

Lin Ping cursed inwardly, for what he longed for most was real, hard-fought combat, not empty talk.

The tune Lin Ping was referring to was a real tune, not poetry. Reading it aloud with a professional voice would be dull and tasteless, and he was too embarrassed to show off his poor voice. The best way was to write it down.

"Little Li, bring me paper and pen!"

Lin Ping waved his hand, about to write in a flamboyant style.

Li Mingxuan was very skilled at this kind of assisting, and in no time all the writing materials were ready.

Lin Ping laid a sheet of Xuan paper flat on the table in front of him, gripped the brush with his five fingers, and tried to bring it down several times but each time he pulled it back.

There's no way around it; he can't write calligraphy. It's better to put a dung beetle in one corner of the rice paper and a dung ball in the other. The path it crawls out of will be more beautiful than his calligraphy.

Do you have a pencil?

Lin Ping looked a little embarrassed and added, "Blackened charcoal will also work."

Li Mingxuan had never heard of the word "pencil," but charcoal was readily available, so he deftly retrieved one from the stove in Wutong Garden.

When Lin Ping held the charcoal in his hand, a long-lost feeling arose within him, and he began to write with a brisk pace and fluent strokes.

As the densely packed small characters suddenly appeared, Zhu Xiaoji and the others stared wide-eyed. This speed was simply unbelievable...

It looks like scribbling, but each small character is powerful and vigorous.

The other spendthrift sons were shocked.

Lin, you're not being fair. We agreed to squander money together, but you became a calligrapher instead. How are the three of us, who have no skills, supposed to survive?

As the pen continued to turn, the small characters formed a sentence: "Fine rain falls, gentle breeze sways, with a love as deep as my heart, snow falls, Yellow River flows, let him be heartless and hurt... This life's fate, to be continued in the next, what is love, to pledge life and death, if you are by my side, I envy neither mandarin ducks nor immortals!"

This is a modern-style ancient Chinese song, created from the single-player game that Lin Ping likes, and it couldn't be more fitting for the name Jiang Hongling.

To be honest, Lin Ping felt a pang of sadness when he thought about the tragic ending in the game, and he only hoped that Jiang Hongling would not suffer the same fate as the female protagonist.

Zhu Xiaoji and the others knew nothing about poetry, but they found Lin Ping's song catchy and easy to understand, and it even revealed their sadness.

The lyrics quickly fell into Jiang Hongling's hands. What first caught her attention was the calligraphy. When she looked at the content, Jiang Hongling frowned, as if she had never seen this kind of ci poem before.

In fact, most lyrics are plain and uninteresting when read aloud, and they don't have a strong impact. They need to be paired with a unique melody.

Lin Ping liked the song very much and remembered the melody, but he couldn't use modern notes to replace the ancient five notes, so he shouted, "I'll give the melody to you another day."

"Thank you for the music, young master!"

Jiang Hongling bowed in thanks again and was about to turn and leave.

The fact that she took the initiative to lower the curtain and talk to Lin Ping for so long is already the limit. If she continues to stay on the stage, it will reduce her mystery in the eyes of the public and thus lower her value. Therefore, she should leave.

"Wait!"

Zhang Hongyuan spoke up to stop him.

He was a captain, one of the best in Jiangcheng, yet Lin Ping stole his thunder. If he didn't say a word tonight, he would inevitably be ridiculed.

Moreover, Zhang Hongyuan also wanted to leave a good impression on Jiang Hongling.

Everyone loves beauty, especially a stunning beauty like Jiang Hongling. Although Zhang Hongyuan will soon be engaged to Su Lianlian, it's only for mutual benefit and doesn't mean he truly loves her. It shouldn't stop him from pursuing other women.