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Because he wasn't sure if it could really cure Chen Pingping's crippled legs, Chen Qingfeng didn't take it out.
After all, this Black Jade Discontinuing Plaster has extremely miraculous properties, but its treatment method is extremely domineering.
Those joints need to be completely crushed and allowed to heal again.
Chen Qingfeng wasn't sure if doing so would actually cure Chen Pingping.
Now that I have obtained the Divine Herb Profound Record, it's a good time to make up for some things.
With this in mind, Chen Qingfeng was now fairly confident that he could heal Chen Pingping's leg injury!
"Young master's swordsmanship is divine! Truly admirable!"
Just then, Wang Qinian stepped forward and showered Chen Qingfeng with compliments.
Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly, not caring, knowing what kind of person Wang Qinian was.
Then, a servant came to report that Miss Fan Ruoruo from the Fan family had come looking for him.
Chen Qingfeng didn't linger and got up to leave.
Outside the inspection agency.
A young girl stood gracefully, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like clear water, a face like a peach blossom, and skin like solidified cream!
She was gentle and dignified, yet also carried a hint of aloofness.
This indifference is not the kind of cold beauty that people usually describe.
Rather, it is a disdain for the filth around them, an indifference born from a kind of unknowable self-confidence.
Seeing Chen Qingfeng walk out, the coldness between Fan Ruoruo's brows gradually faded and eventually disappeared without a trace, instead, a few excited blushes appeared on her cheeks.
She quickly approached Chen Qingfeng, her soft voice conveying both politeness and self-assurance:
"Brother Qingfeng!"
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly, his gaze meeting Fan Ruoruo's.
He watched Fan Ruoruo transform from a little girl into a beautiful young woman.
Now, she has found a way out.
"Ruoruo, you... why are you here?"
Chen Qingfeng lowered his gaze.
Fan Ruoruo smiled tenderly, not answering Chen Qingfeng, but instead asking:
"Brother Qingfeng, what are you going to do this afternoon?"
Chen Qingfeng was slightly surprised, his expression somewhat strange, and replied, "I haven't decided yet."
"Are you going to a brothel to listen to music?"
Fan Ruoruo pressed for an answer.
"no!"
Chen Qingfeng looked slightly embarrassed and shook his head.
Fan Ruoruo pouted, muttering with a hint of doubt:
"Really?"
"I've heard that Brother Qingfeng has been going to Tianchang Pavilion a lot lately to ask Miss Sangwen to sing songs!"
Chen Qingfeng smiled helplessly.
Nowadays, everyone in Kyoto knows about his fondness for listening to music in brothels.
After a slight pause, Chen Qingfeng changed the subject:
"Speak, Ruoruo! What do you want from me?"
Seeing that Chen Qingfeng had gotten back to the main point, Fan Ruoruo didn't keep him in suspense and said:
"Brother Qingfeng."
"This afternoon, the Crown Prince will be holding a poetry gathering at his residence. Would you be interested in going with me, brother?"
Chen Qingfeng shook his head, indicating:
"I'm not going."
"As the adopted son of the head of the Overwatch Council, it is not appropriate for him to get too close to the prince."
Fan Ruoruo nodded and then asked:
"Brother Qingfeng, can I use the poem you gave me to participate in this poetry gathering?"
Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly, thought for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.
He knew in his heart that Fan Ruoruo was probably thinking of using this poetry gathering to help him make a name for himself.
After all, his reputation in Kyoto isn't very good.
In the past, Chen Qingfeng might have hesitated.
However, nowadays, his strength in martial arts has reached the level of a grandmaster.
In Chen Qingfeng's view, it was time for him to show his talent.
Fan Ruoruo was overjoyed to receive Chen Qingfeng's approval. She chatted with Chen Qingfeng for a while longer before leaving.
After Fan Ruoruo left, Chen Qingfeng secretly went to Tianchang Room.
This place was a singing hall.
On the surface, it appears to be run by someone else, but in reality, Chen Qingfeng is the one in charge.
The girl Sang Wen, whom Fan Ruoruo mentioned earlier, sang her song here.
Upon seeing Chen Qingfeng arrive, the shopkeeper quickly greeted him with a smile:
"The Master is here!"
"I'll go find Miss Sangwen right now; that girl talks about you all the time."
After welcoming Chen Qingfeng into the private room, the innkeeper hurriedly left.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Sang Wen's Massage, Beauty Listening to Music!
A short while later, a woman walked into the private room.
The woman held a pipa in her hands, her beauty captivating. She wore a pink open-front silk dress, her figure graceful and her curves exquisite.
As she walks, her slender waist sways gently, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, both graceful and powerful.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn waters brimming with tears; her every glance revealed endless tenderness and charm.
It was indeed Miss Sangwen.
Upon seeing Chen Qingfeng, Sang Wen's eyes lit up with joy. She curtsied and smiled sweetly.
"Sir, you are here."
"I'll sing you a song right now!"
Then, Sang Wen took his seat and gently plucked the pipa.
For a time, the sound of strings lingered and the melodious singing drifted on the air.
Her singing voice flowed like water, or like moonlight gently caressing the surface of a lake, gentle and moving.
At times, the music is high-pitched and passionate, echoing in the private room, as if it can penetrate time and touch people's hearts.
Sometimes it is gentle and melodious, like autumn waters merging with the sky, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.
After the song ended, Chen Qingfeng was completely captivated.
"It's so much more comfortable to listen to music in a brothel!"
Chen Qingfeng sighed inwardly.
His gaze sharpened, and he looked directly at Sang Wen.
When Chen Qingfeng suddenly looked at her, Sang Wen seemed a little restrained, her cheeks flushed.
She pursed her lips, about to speak, but Chen Qingfeng spoke first:
"Miss Sangwen, would you like to come with me?"
Upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's words, Sang Wen was stunned and completely bewildered.
Others might not know this, but Sang Wen knew it very well.
Tianchangjian is owned by Chen Qingfeng.
Chen Qingfeng asked her what she meant by those words.
Seeing that Sang Wen seemed puzzled, Chen Qingfeng quickly explained:
"What I mean is, come with me and leave this place. We won't sing songs in the Heavenly Palace anymore."
After Chen Qingfeng explained it to him, Sang Wen finally understood.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded firmly and said:
"Sir, I do!"
"It is my honor to follow you, young master!"
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At the same time, Fan Ruoruo arrived at the East Palace residence.
Today, the Crown Prince is holding a poetry gathering and has invited many talented people from Kyoto.
The Qing Kingdom was known for its martial spirit, but after Emperor Qing grew tired of fighting, he suddenly developed a fondness for composing poems.
What the superior likes, the subordinates will follow.
In Kyoto, most of the sons of high-ranking families had nothing to do and were not qualified to lead troops.
Fortunately, since everyone was preparing for the imperial examinations to advance their careers, they could engage in refined activities.
They play at a level distinct from those of ordinary people.