Chapter 65

Chapter 64: Who Ultimately Benefited?

Dulun, Zhang Kangnian, and the others exchanged glances, all thinking the same thing: Wei Xiaobao's Shuang'er is the best, other women are truly terrifying when they start fighting over a man.

After her impulsive moment, Shuisheng now felt a bit regretful. She glanced at Song Qingshu with a hint of fear. Seeing his indifferent expression, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue, looking quite adorable. Fortunately, they were far from the crowd; otherwise, a group of men would have seen her, dressed as a man, displaying such a girlish gesture, which would have caused another commotion.

Xia Qingqing couldn't help but stomp her foot, giving Song Qingshu an annoyed look. She thought, "Why is Wei Xiaobao so foolish? The answer is right in front of him, yet he lets other men take advantage of the situation." She began to think about what excuse she could use to invite him to her room later...

Song Qingshu didn't take it too seriously at first, but when he met Xia Qingqing's eyes, which seemed to be both smiling and scolding, his heart trembled. He couldn't help but clear his throat and said, "I happen to have a couplet as well. I hope Miss You You will give me some guidance."

Xia Qingqing's eyes lit up. She thought, "Perfect, even if your answer is terrible, I have a reason to invite you into my room. After all, I'm the judge, and I get to decide tonight!"

"Sir Wei, your talent must be extraordinary?"

Song Qingshu stood up, using his inner strength to send his answer to everyone's ears: "Miss You You's upper couplet is 'Smoke locks the pond willow,' my lower couplet is 'Peaches ignite the brocade river.'"

No matter how good or bad the previous couplets were, there was always a group of people to comment after the lower couplet was given. However, when Song Qingshu finished speaking, the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced at Song Qingshu's profile, feeling a deep sense of melancholy: "If only my cousin had his literary talent..."

Xia Qingqing looked at him with surprise and delight, then glanced around and smiled, "Sir Wei's answer is the best tonight. I don't think anyone has any objections, right?"

"Good!" A group of people cheered. Even though they were in a pleasure house, they still had some decorum. To put it bluntly, they were all clients, but they had their limits. Song Qingshu's answer was indeed the best, and no one would be so foolish as to nitpick at this moment.

"Since that's the case, Miss You You will invite Sir Wei upstairs for a chat." Xia Qingqing smiled, leaving a graceful and alluring back view that made the entire hall drool, disappearing into the back room.

Soon, a maid came forward to invite him: "Sir Wei, my lady invites you."

Song Qingshu struggled internally, should he go or not? If he went, his noble and upright image would be somewhat damaged. If he didn't... well, is he still a man?

With a smile, Song Qingshu politely followed the maid, walking upstairs under the envious and jealous gazes of the men.

"Pervert, lecher!" Shuisheng felt annoyed, sat down, and drank several cups of water wine in a row. Chapter 64: Who Ultimately Benefited?

"Sister Shui, Sir Song is always refined and extraordinary. This trip may not be as... indecent as others think." Wang Yuyan's face turned red; she couldn't bring herself to say the word "indecent." Seeing Shuisheng's jealous expression, as a woman, she couldn't help but try to comfort her.

"It's none of my business what he does..." Shuisheng forced a smile, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

"Uh, why is the hall so quiet, and where is Brother Song?" Wei Xiaobao just returned, puzzled. He was furious, having sneaked into the wine cellar and witnessed a servant and a maid in a compromising position. Although he enjoyed the view, he had to hide in the cellar for a long time, which is why he took so long to return.

"What!" Hearing that Song Qingshu was invited to the courtesan You You's room, Wei Xiaobao's face turned strange, and he felt a deep pain: "Damn it, I went through so much trouble to replace the wine in the courtesan's room with a love potion. I thought... but it all went to him!"

Come to think of it, being with this pretty boy has really damaged my luck with women... Wei Xiaobao glanced at Wang Yuyan and Shuisheng, who were not paying attention to him, feeling deeply resentful.

Following the maid to a secluded room, Song Qingshu smelled the sweet fragrance of cosmetics, feeling as if he had been transported to another world. In the past, when he entertained business partners, he often visited such places, "I wonder if the famous courtesans of ancient times are more skilled than the modern, smooth-talking vixens..."

"Please come in, Sir Wei." As Song Qingshu was lost in thought, a sweet and alluring voice came from behind the pearl curtain.

Sitting next to her, Song Qingshu had the chance to closely examine her. She had changed into a light green silk dress, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding an irresistible charm. Her face was lightly powdered, and her eyes were filled with springtime allure, glistening like water.

Her half-smiling, half-teasing gaze made Song Qingshu's face turn red, and he instinctively lowered his head, unable to look at her.

Xia Qingqing found it amusing. Everyone said Wei Xiaobao was a lecher, but who knew he could be so shy.

As a married woman, she had long lost her maidenly shyness. Being a woman of the martial world, she had no such reservations in her behavior. Determined to complete her mission without revealing any flaws, she didn't hesitate to display the charm that once belonged only to Yuan Chengzhi.

Song Qingshu was somewhat annoyed with himself for acting so inexperienced. In the past, he had often played such games, so he quickly composed himself, looked up, and smiled, "What is Miss You You's third question?"

"Long night, plenty of time. Why are you in such a hurry, Sir?" Xia Qingqing's eyes sparkled, and she smiled, "I am deeply impressed by your talent today. Let me offer you a cup of wine first."

Looking at her delicate hands holding the wine cup, Song Qingshu felt his mouth go dry, reaching out to take it. Unintentionally, he touched her soft skin.

A cold light flashed in Xia Qingqing's eyes. She thought, "If it weren't for the need to delay time for Brother Yuan and the others to deal with the guards outside, I would have killed him with one sword."

Song Qingshu was completely unaware of the hidden danger in the pleasure house, drinking the wine in one gulp. The wine turned into a warm heat in his stomach, but it couldn't erase the cool, comfortable feeling from the touch of her fingers.

"Where are you from, Miss You You?" Song Qingshu asked. In his past life, he often mocked a friend who always tried to persuade the girls in the club to leave the profession. He never thought he would feel the same way now, feeling a deep regret that such an outstanding person would end up in the pleasure world.

"I have long forgotten," Xia Qingqing's eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia, and she smiled, "Let's talk about the beautiful scenery of the city tonight. Why talk about sad things?" Her every gesture and smile conveyed the sorrow and helplessness of a courtesan.

"I apologize," Song Qingshu thought his words might have touched on her deepest pain, feeling somewhat guilty, "This cup of wine is my apology."

"Sir is my honored guest. How can I let you drink alone?" Xia Qingqing smiled faintly, picked up the wine pot that Wei Xiaobao had replaced, poured a cup, and drank it in one gulp.

Chapter 65: Sword Technique

One from the modern world, clueless about poetry and literature, and the other from the martial world, disliking poetry, their initial romantic conversation eventually turned into a relaxed chat.

After a few cups of wine, Song Qingshu felt his body heat up, finding Miss You You across from him even more alluring.

Xia Qingqing also felt the heat, inadvertently pulling her collar a bit, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white skin.

"Sir, you have ill intentions. It's so hot, yet you keep persuading me to drink." Xia Qingqing's eyes widened, her voice a mix of complaint and coquetry, completely embodying the role of the famous courtesan You You from Yangzhou.

Recently, the Lichun Courtesan House had acquired a batch of medicinal wine from the Western Regions. Unlike previous drugs, this wine wouldn't make people unconscious but would amplify the hidden desires in their hearts, making them fall into a trance without realizing it, and later believing that everything was their own will...

This wine was extremely precious. Wei Xiaobao, having grown up in the Lichun Courtesan House, knew exactly where the best items were stored. He secretly took it and replaced the wine pot that was to be sent to the courtesan's room, planning to sneak into her room. However, he accidentally benefited Song Qingshu.

"Such fine wine, drinking it this way is too boring." With the help of the wine, Song Qingshu gradually relaxed, regaining his carefree demeanor.

"How would you find it interesting, Sir?" Xia Qingqing's eyes were hazy, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Everyone knows that wine can be enjoyed in a literary or martial way, but few know that the most wonderful way is to have a beautiful woman in your arms, gently passing the wine with her lips." Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with mischief, staring at her intently.

"Do you know that I sell my art, not my body?" Xia Qingqing didn't know why, but she felt no anger at his blatant flirtation. Looking at the gentle and refined Song Qingshu, she became entranced, her voice becoming more and more seductive and alluring.

"It's because you haven't met your destined one," Song Qingshu stood up, came to Xia Qingqing's side, gently lifted her smooth chin, and smiled, "I wish to find a true heart, to grow old together."

Xia Qingqing let him hold her chin, her face blushing, her heart racing like a deer. In a daze, she felt she had forgotten something important, but her body felt weak and lazy, leaving her no energy to think further.

Biting her lip, Xia Qingqing turned on the spot, her swaying skirt mesmerizing Song Qingshu. She extended her delicate hand, gently pressing Song Qingshu onto the stool, picked up the wine pot with her right hand, drank it, and then poured it into her mouth, falling into Song Qingshu's arms like a willow branch, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her soft lips to his in surprise.

Song Qingshu felt his teeth being pried open by a soft and agile tongue, and then he tasted the wine from the pot, as sweet as nectar.

Chapter 65: Sword Technique

One from the modern world, clueless about poetry and literature, and the other from the martial world, disliking poetry, their initial romantic conversation eventually turned into a relaxed chat.

After a few cups of wine, Song Qingshu felt his body heat up, finding Miss You You across from him even more alluring.

Xia Qingqing also felt the heat, inadvertently pulling her collar a bit, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white skin.

"Sir, you have ill intentions. It's so hot, yet you keep persuading me to drink." Xia Qingqing's eyes widened, her voice a mix of complaint and coquetry, completely embodying the role of the famous courtesan You You from Yangzhou.

Recently, the Lichun Courtesan House had acquired a batch of medicinal wine from the Western Regions. Unlike previous drugs, this wine wouldn't make people unconscious but would amplify the hidden desires in their hearts, making them fall into a trance without realizing it, and later believing that everything was their own will...

This wine was extremely precious. Wei Xiaobao, having grown up in the Lichun Courtesan House, knew exactly where the best items were stored. He secretly took it and replaced the wine pot that was to be sent to the courtesan's room, planning to sneak into her room. However, he accidentally benefited Song Qingshu.

"Such fine wine, drinking it this way is too boring." With the help of the wine, Song Qingshu gradually relaxed, regaining his carefree demeanor.

"How would you find it interesting, Sir?" Xia Qingqing's eyes were hazy, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Everyone knows that wine can be enjoyed in a literary or martial way, but few know that the most wonderful way is to have a beautiful woman in your arms, gently passing the wine with her lips." Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with mischief, staring at her intently.

"Do you know that I sell my art, not my body?" Xia Qingqing didn't know why, but she felt no anger at his blatant flirtation. Looking at the gentle and refined Song Qingshu, she became entranced, her voice becoming more and more seductive and alluring.

"It's because you haven't met your destined one," Song Qingshu stood up, came to Xia Qingqing's side, gently lifted her smooth chin, and smiled, "I wish to find a true heart, to grow old together."

Xia Qingqing let him hold her chin, her face blushing, her heart racing like a deer. In a daze, she felt she had forgotten something important, but her body felt weak and lazy, leaving her no energy to think further.

Biting her lip, Xia Qingqing turned on the spot, her swaying skirt mesmerizing Song Qingshu. She extended her delicate hand, gently pressing Song Qingshu onto the stool, picked up the wine pot with her right hand, drank it, and then poured it into her mouth, falling into Song Qingshu's arms like a willow branch, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her soft lips to his in surprise.

Song Qingshu felt his teeth being pried open by a soft and agile tongue, and then he tasted the wine from the pot, as sweet as nectar.

Chapter 65: Sword Technique

One from the modern world, clueless about poetry and literature, and the other from the martial world, disliking poetry, their initial romantic conversation eventually turned into a relaxed chat.

After a few cups of wine, Song Qingshu felt his body heat up, finding Miss You You across from him even more alluring.

Xia Qingqing also felt the heat, inadvertently pulling her collar a bit, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white skin.

"Sir, you have ill intentions. It's so hot, yet you keep persuading me to drink." Xia Qingqing's eyes widened, her voice a mix of complaint and coquetry, completely embodying the role of the famous courtesan You You from Yangzhou.

Recently, the Lichun Courtesan House had acquired a batch of medicinal wine from the Western Regions. Unlike previous drugs, this wine wouldn't make people unconscious but would amplify the hidden desires in their hearts, making them fall into a trance without realizing it, and later believing that everything was their own will...

This wine was extremely precious. Wei Xiaobao, having grown up in the Lichun Courtesan House, knew exactly where the best items were stored. He secretly took it and replaced the wine pot that was to be sent to the courtesan's room, planning to sneak into her room. However, he accidentally benefited Song Qingshu.

"Such fine wine, drinking it this way is too boring." With the help of the wine, Song Qingshu gradually relaxed, regaining his carefree demeanor.

"How would you find it interesting, Sir?" Xia Qingqing's eyes were hazy, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Everyone knows that wine can be enjoyed in a literary or martial way, but few know that the most wonderful way is to have a beautiful woman in your arms, gently passing the wine with her lips." Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with mischief, staring at her intently.

"Do you know that I sell my art, not my body?" Xia Qingqing didn't know why, but she felt no anger at his