The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

Lu Xiaosan searched everywhere in the building, but still couldn't find Chang'an, whom he longed for.

"It must be in the kitchen," he thought.

Lu Xiaosan swaggered toward the kitchen, but halfway there he was suddenly enveloped in a fragrant aroma, and a gentle yet strong force pulled him away from the back of his collar.

Turning around, I saw a patch of fair and tender skin, and the intoxicating scent of rouge filled my nostrils.

Unable to bear the stench, Lu Xiaosan quickly covered his nose and stepped back to sit on a stool, only then able to see the stunning beauty in front of him.

Seeing this beauty holding a wine glass in one hand, her two long, snow-white legs crossed, looking at Lu Xiaosan with a provocative gaze, she said charmingly, "How is it? Have you missed me after being away for so long?" After saying that, the wine in the glass went into her cherry-like lips, it was indeed Fu Rou.

Lu Xiaosan covered his nose and blurted out, "No!"

After hearing this, Fu Rou clicked her tongue and shook her head, "You two brothers are really alike, both so clueless about romance, sigh..."

"Where's the pretty girl?" Lu Xiaosan slammed his hand on the table and asked.

Fu Rou gently lifted her beautiful face and moved closer to Lu Xiaosan, revealing the endless beauty of her chest. She deliberately whispered in a soft and seductive voice, "Do you know how many high-ranking officials and nobles dream of drinking with me at the same table? How can you not cherish this opportunity?"

Her tone was so tender and gentle that it made one blush and have all sorts of fantasies. One couldn't wait to pull the beauty before them into their arms and cherish her tenderly.

Lu Xiaosan was also a man. He swallowed hard, and his hand involuntarily reached out towards the fair and tender breasts on Fu Rou's chest.

Fu Rou smiled and lowered her eyes, her satisfied gaze following Lu Xiaosan's hand leisurely.

Just as they were about to touch, Lu Xiaosan snatched the pastries from her plate with a swift movement and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, I learned this from my dog, a feint attack!"

Fu Rou rolled her eyes, feeling utterly bored, and shook her head at Lu Xiaosan with a sigh, "Truly... hopeless..."

Lu Xiaosan stuffed the pastry into her mouth, flicked her sleeve, and was about to head to the kitchen when Fu Rou pressed her back under the table, complaining, "There are so many customers in the restaurant right now, the kitchen is very busy, I can't let you go in and disturb them."

Just then, the young master who had just tossed in the silver also stormed into the Zhexian Tower. He was worried about not being able to find Lu Xiaosan when he suddenly heard a "smack" as silver was slammed onto the table.

The young master looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lu Xiaosan drinking and laughing with Fu Rou, the girl he had been longing for day and night.

The young master's heart seemed to skip a beat, and he was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Just as the young master was about to approach him, he saw Lu Xiaosan slam his silver onto the table, exuding an air of wealth and arrogance: "How about it? Is this enough for your business today?"

Fu Rou covered her mouth and couldn't help but scream, looking at Lu Xiaosan in disbelief, "You did this? For me?"

Lu Xiaosan nodded and said smugly, "I came in a hurry, so I forgot to prepare a gift for you. I can only make do with this silver."

"So, are you satisfied?"

Fu Rou smiled and said, "Silver is the most practical and sincere gift in the world. One word, 'satisfied,' cannot describe my current feelings."

"Tell me? What reward do you want?" Fu Rou moved closer to him, her tone full of teasing. "Anything that has nothing to do with money is fine."

Lu Xiaosan shook his head indifferently.

Fu Rou smiled sweetly again, "What? Do you find it inconvenient because there are too many people here? Then... let's find a secluded spot~"

"Hmph, you know what I mean." Fu Rou said, reaching out to touch his hand.

Lu Xiaosan withdrew his hand and laughed, "If you insist on rewarding me, there's really no need to go through all that trouble."

Fu Rou propped her cheek up again and said seductively, "Tell me about it."

Seeing Lu Xiaosan lick his lips and stare at her lecherously, Fu Rouxin thought to herself, "I almost thought this kid really had no desires, hehehe."

Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "Then let me touch your hair to see if you've washed it recently?" He said this simply because his urge to touch hair had returned.

Fu Rou was startled. "What? You only looked at my hair among all my nice things?"

Lu Xiaosan stared at her jet-black, shiny hair, and said blankly, "Yes, hehehe."

Fu Rou said helplessly, "Can't you just play with your own head..."

Seeing his shiny bald head, she touched her forehead, speechless. "What a... weirdo."

"Hmph, if you can't do that, then hurry up and let me go... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Rou kissed him twice on the cheek.

"That's a proper reward," Fu Rou said with a satisfied smile.

Lu Xiaosan tried to dodge, but Fu Rou was extremely skilled, and those two kisses landed squarely on Lu Xiaosan's face, which the young master had seen clearly.

The young master was deeply wounded. His eyes were vacant, as if he had suddenly gone mad from shock. He pointed at himself and grinned foolishly, saying, "With my money... I got... a kiss from the woman I love..."

He angrily slapped himself, "Useless!"

"Sir, why are you so upset? Come, let me serve you some wine." A girl greeted him with a smile.

The young man was still immersed in his grief and couldn't recover for a long time. He was led by the girl to a seat below the stands to enjoy wine and watch the dance.

Unlike him, Lu Xiaosan was completely oblivious to his good fortune. He covered his face, which bore two cherry-lip prints, and was filled with shock and anger.

Fu Rou licked her lips, and seeing his reaction, she took the silver and smiled apologetically, "Oh dear, I forgot, you are Miss Wen's master. But don't worry, these two kisses represent a sister's love for her brother, there is absolutely no other ulterior motive." After saying that, she touched Lu Xiaosan's bald head.

Lu Xiaosan flung Fu Rou away and headed towards the kitchen, only to have his collar grabbed by Fu Rou.

"Didn't I give you the money? Why won't you let me go?"

Fu Rou looked at the gleaming silver in her hand and couldn't help but giggle, "The silver you give is silver, and the silver the customer gives is also silver. There's no conflict between the two. Why wouldn't I make money if I can? Hehehe."

Lu Xiaosan knew that she was always greedy for money and would throw away her carefully cultivated image of a demure woman as soon as she saw money, so he was not surprised that she said such a thing.

Lu Xiaosan sighed, "Let me go back to the kitchen. Keeping me here is only good for disturbing the customers."

"Who said that? Come on, let me show you some fun." With that, she gently pushed Lu Xiaosan on the back, a soft force immediately flowing from there…

The young master who threw silver earlier was sitting below the stage. He was originally depressed, but seeing the girl Lianxue playing the zither and the girl Yulei dancing gracefully on the stage, his mood finally improved.

For example, at this moment, he happened to meet the gaze of the dancing Yu Lei girl, and both of them couldn't help but exchange glances. One had a fake smile that was already etched on her face, while the other had a sad, wistful smile.

Just when he thought life had a glimmer of hope, "Ahhh!" Lu Xiaosan screamed as Fu Rou pushed him onto the stage.

The young master stared wide-eyed at everything before him:

Seeing Lu Xiaosan looking helpless on stage, Yu Lei took the initiative to step forward, grab his hand, and danced with him on stage.

What he hated most was not how Yu Lei flirted with him, but that Lu Xiaosan, despite being in such a blessed situation, had a look of disgust on his face.

This was the most humiliating thing for him; his life's work had been trampled on by a stinking bald monk.

He was so angry that he trembled all over, so he took the wine glass in his hand and squeezed it hard, as if it were Lu Xiaosan on the stage, until it was crushed into powder.

As for the third party in the circuit, when he found himself surrounded by flowers, he felt disgust and despair.

He tried to escape, but Yu Lei caught him and they danced together.

Yu Lei assumed he was her male dance partner, so she deliberately performed seductive dance moves to get closer to him.

One moment she leans on his shoulder, the next she wants him to support her waist.

However, when Lu Xiaosan felt her soft, fragrant body, he felt disgusted and only wanted to escape. Therefore, his cooperation and the impression he presented were extremely poor.

Not only were her dance moves terrible, but she also nearly caused Yu Lei to fall.

Subsequently, Yu Lei transformed herself into a male dance partner.

Lu Xiaosan felt herself being embraced by her around the waist. She was being treated like a pampered wife, being played with at will in her arms.

Once the person in charge of the dance steps changed, the dance no longer felt stiff.

While the dance was light and graceful, Lu Xiaosan's struggling appearance unintentionally added a touch of comicality to the movements.

The young man in the audience had blood on his hands that was deeply imprinted on the broken wine glass.

Then Yu Lei gently tripped Lu Xiaosan, and just as he was about to fall, she bent down and caught him around the waist, their faces just a hair's breadth apart.

Looking at the beautiful face with a delicate fragrance in front of him, Lu Xiaosan wanted to escape, but she pulled him up and he dodged. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting in front of an ancient zither.

Beside him sat a young woman named Lianxue, dressed in white, who began to gracefully play a series of beautiful melodies.

Lu Xiaosan got up to escape, but suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. It was a dancer who suddenly pressed down on his shoulder from behind, making him unable to move.

As he struggled, Lianxue beside him was playing the zither and smiling at him.

Lu Xiaosan shuddered. "What...what are you going to do?"

Lianxue lowered her beautiful eyelashes gently and said with utmost sincerity, "Young Master, you have disregarded past grievances and are willing to help Miss Wen save the lives of my sister and me. I am deeply grateful."

Seeing her sincerity, Lu Xiaosan's anger vanished instantly. He was about to say something to ease the awkwardness when suddenly, power surged from behind him, sending him back into Yu Lei's arms.

While Yu Lei was controlling his dancing, she whispered to him, "From now on, we're all family. The older sisters will treat you like their own younger brother, hehehe."

"Since you're one of us, you should know I don't like this. Put me down now."

"Hehehe, what's wrong with whispering secrets and playing the piano among ourselves? We haven't done anything out of line behind Miss Wen's back."

"Sigh, I suppose this is the highest and most sincere etiquette that the top courtesans of the brothel can offer. If I were to insist that they cook something delicious to thank me, they simply couldn't do it."

Moreover, the two top courtesans did indeed maintain a proper distance and refrained from any intimate actions with the mistresses.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaosan felt embarrassed to go against their good intentions any longer.

He convinced himself that he was the protagonist on this stage! One moment he was being instructed to dance by Yu Lei, and the next he was playing the zither with Lian Xue.

Of course, some of the dignitaries were envious, but when Yu Lei introduced him as a hardworking young cook in the kitchen, they calmed down and watched Lu Xiaosan's performance as if he were a child playing around.

After much commotion, Lu Xiaosan finally staggered off the stage.

Meanwhile, a man in the audience stood with his head down and a dark expression, clutching a blood-stained, broken wine glass. He had been waiting for him for a long time.

The young man walked towards him step by step, about to pierce his heart with the broken shards of the cup in his hand.

Unexpectedly, a large group of people suddenly surged up from behind him, and the powerful shoving force pushed the young master into a corner.

This group of people were the very same benefactors who had been guessing Lu Xiaosan's identity outside the door.

When they entered and saw that Lu Xiaosan possessed such privileges, their suspicions were confirmed. So they came specifically to curry favor with him.

Seeing that he could no longer get close to Lu Xiaosan, the young master in the corner immediately knelt down, head bowed, looking utterly defeated. A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

He gritted his teeth so hard that they clattered; this was the first time he had ever felt such a strong urge to kill someone!