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"Your Highness, Ruoruo will also convey your words to Brother Qingfeng."
The Second Prince replied with a smile:
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Ruoruo."
Meanwhile, the scholars and talented women present, upon hearing that both the Crown Prince and the Second Prince were praising Chen Qingfeng in such a way, all echoed his sentiments:
"This poem is truly exquisite!"
"We never imagined that we had all misjudged Chen Qingfeng; he is actually a reclusive great poet!"
"How could someone who can produce such poetry be a dissolute playboy?"
"..."
Hearing everyone praise Chen Qingfeng, Fan Ruoruo was overjoyed, her eyes filled with admiration.
Seeing Fan Ruoruo's expression, Li Hongcheng felt extremely distressed.
It's obvious that Fan Ruoruo seems to have feelings for Chen Qingfeng; the admiration in her eyes is undeniable.
"how come?"
"Isn't Chen Qingfeng just a playboy?"
"How could he possibly have written such a masterpiece of poetry?"
……
Between heavenly garments.
Sang Wen sang another song for Chen Qingfeng.
Chen Qingfeng was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Listening to Sang Wen's little tunes made him feel relaxed and even helped him forget his troubles and worries.
The song has ended!
Chen Qingfeng clapped his hands and cheered, then changed the subject and asked:
"Miss Sangwen."
"Aren't you even going to ask me what I'm taking you there for?"
Sang Wen put away his pipa and replied:
"Young master has shown me great kindness and given me a second chance at life."
"I am willing to do anything that you ask me to do, young master."
"Since it is my own choice, it is not important what I do."
Sang Wen spoke with a sincere expression.
Back then, she was homeless and wanted to sing for money but not sell her body, but no karaoke bar in Kyoto would take her in.
Fortunately, when he was at his wit's end, he met Chen Qingfeng.
They brought her to this brothel and made her a singer who performed but did not sell her body.
That's why Sang Wen was willing to follow Chen Qingfeng.
As for what Chen Qingfeng was going to take her to do, that wasn't so important.
Upon hearing what Sang Wen said, Chen Qingfeng nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on Sang Wen as he looked her over.
The more I look at her, the more beautiful Sang Wen seems.
Not only is her face beautiful and charming, but her eyes, brimming with autumn water, are full of tenderness and allure.
Her every glance was captivating.
Her lips were as vibrant and luscious as cherry blossom petals!
Feeling embarrassed by Chen Qingfeng's intense gaze, Sang Wen blushed and lowered her head.
Seeing this, Chen Qingfeng realized he had lost his composure and quickly said:
"In that case."
"From now on, Miss Sangwen, you will stay by my side."
"Perfect timing, I have a faction here that needs someone to manage it."
Chen Qingfeng thought of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
Having accumulated sixteen years of check-ins, the system directly rewarded him with a faction called Tianji Pavilion.
It has one Grandmaster and three Rank 9 martial artists.
Chen Qingfeng himself was unable to manage the Tianji Pavilion, so he needed someone to take charge on his behalf.
Sang Wen naturally became the most suitable candidate.
It's worth noting that in the original novel, Sang Wen transformed Baoyue Tower into another intelligence system that was independent of the Censorate!
In Chen Qingfeng's opinion, he was more than capable of the task.
"Managing influence?"
Sang Wen exclaimed in surprise.
Chen Qingfeng nodded and hummed in agreement:
"I'll explain it to you in detail later."
Sang Wen didn't ask any further questions, and smiled charmingly:
"Shall I sing another song for you, young master?"
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly: "I couldn't be happier!"
Next, Sang Wen continued to sing for Chen Qingfeng.
After Sang Wen finished singing, Chen Qingfeng twisted his neck, feigning exhaustion.
"Why does my neck hurt a little? And my shoulders feel a bit sore too!"
Upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's words, a strange light flashed in Sang Wen's eyes, and then he understood the unspoken meaning behind Chen Qingfeng's words.
"Son."
"How about... I give you a massage?"
As she spoke, Sang Wen put down her pipa, came behind Chen Qingfeng, and began to massage his shoulders and back.
Chen Qingfeng thoroughly enjoyed himself, carefully feeling the strength and warmth emanating from Sang Wen's fingertips.
Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.
The sudden commotion startled both Chen Qingfeng and Sang Wen.
Upon closer inspection, Fan Ruoruo was standing at the doorway.
"Ruoruo?"
"You... how did you get here?"
Chen Qingfeng asked in surprise.
"Humph!"
Fan Ruoruo pouted and huffed angrily:
"Brother Qingfeng!"
"You...you really did come here to listen to music."
Fan Ruoruo's face flushed red. When she saw Sang Wen's hands on Chen Qingfeng's shoulders, looking very intimate, she felt extremely jealous.
Seeing this, Sang Wen quickly withdrew his hand.
Chen Qingfeng looked slightly embarrassed, stood up and stepped forward, saying:
"Ruo Ruo, I've come to Tianchangjian with important business to discuss with Miss Sang Wen!"
"Business?"
Fan Ruoruo didn't believe it at all.
"Music or a massage?"
Chen Qingfeng was taken aback, unsure how to explain.
At this moment, Sang Wen spoke up:
"Miss Ruoruo, Young Master Chen was just talking about you!"
"Miss Ruoruo, you are not only beautiful, but also proficient in poetry and songs."
Fan Ruoruo glanced at Sang Wen and said irritably:
"If it's singing, I'm sure I can't sing as well as you, Miss Sangwen."
Sang Wen smiled slightly, showing no anger.
After a short pause, Fan Ruoruo felt a little better.
Then, Chen Qingfeng asked:
"Ruoruo, didn't you go to the Crown Prince's residence for a poetry gathering? Is it over already?"
Then, Fan Ruoruo didn't hide anything and told Chen Qingfeng what had happened at the Crown Prince's Poetry Gathering.
After listening to what Fan Ruoruo said, Chen Qingfeng remained calm.
On the contrary, Sang Wen looked shocked.
Even the Crown Prince and the Second Prince were vying to win him over.
"What poem did Young Master Chen write?"
Sang Wen muttered to himself, a sense of curiosity rising within him. He had never expected that Chen Qingfeng would possess such poetic talent.
"Brother Qingfeng, don't you have any plans at all?"
Seeing Chen Qingfeng's indifferent expression, Fan Ruoruo looked surprised and suspicious.