Qin Fanlan saw the people and said, "It's one thing for Miss Miaoyin to come, but even Miss Yanran from Wuxiufang has been invited. Wan Ming, you've really gone all out today. You've got quite the influence."
"My reputation alone is certainly not enough," Wan Ming said modestly, but his face showed smugness. "I have announced the names of everyone present. Most of the scions of the great families of our Great Western Liang are here. Isn't that enough face?"
Xie Fu smiled and said, "You're so good with words."
Seeing Xie Fu respond, Wan Ming pulled Yue Niang off him and leaned closer to Xie Fu. "Most importantly, I already spread the word that this is a welcome banquet for you. All the girls who haven't seen you in person are going crazy with joy and are volunteering to come to me, hahaha!"
Someone said sourly, "No wonder he's the young master Xie."
Xie Fu smiled but said nothing. He didn't ask anyone to serve him. When he got tired of being served small cups of wine, he simply picked up the silver wine pot on the low table and drank directly from the small, exquisite spout.
With his raised neck, bobbing Adam's apple, and smooth jawline, the girls who saw Xie Fu for the first time were already mesmerized.
Not to mention the remote and desolate Western Liang, even in the Jiangnan or Central Plains where they had lived, they had never seen such handsome young men.
Not to mention that after being implicated by his family and exiled to Xiliang, a place known for its fierce and martial spirit, the men there were all rough and strong.
In comparison, Xie Fu's behavior of abandoning the wine cup and drinking directly from the wine pot had more of the unrestrained and reckless flavor of the people of Xiliang than these young masters, but it was much more elegant than those playboys who used wine cups to pretend to be cultured, and it did not make people feel rude.
After glancing at Xie Fu a few more times, Lady Miaoyin looked away. When she first met Xie Fu, she was also amazed by his extraordinary talent, but she also knew that among this group of people, Xie Fu was the most difficult one for them to capture.
Yanran, dressed in a dance costume, stood behind Miaoyin Niangzi. Her beautiful eyes were quietly fixed on the lazy man reclining on the silk couch, and she could not take her burning gaze off his arrogant and beautiful face.
She stared intently at the other person's gesture of raising their hand to pour wine, and at their profile as they occasionally tilted their head to chat with others with a half-smile. Her heart pounded more violently than ever before.
How could there be such a perfect man in this world? she thought.
I had long heard that the young master of the Xie family could compose poems at the age of six and speak eloquently. On his seventeenth birthday, he set up a high arena outside the vermilion gate of the Xie mansion and challenged a group of masters from Xiliang without a single defeat.
When she heard from other courtesans that this man was not only skilled in both literature and martial arts, but also extremely handsome, she dismissed it with disdain, thinking that those girls were just lovesick and had gone mad with the desire to join a high-class family.
Unexpectedly, it was actually true.
Wan Ming gathered up all the famous courtesans in Xiliang, making it a rare and grand event for these scions of noble families.
Miaoyin Niangzi's zither, Wuxiufang Yanran's dance, and Huanhualou Chen Xiaoxiao, the three most famous courtesans of Xiliang, gathered together, singing and dancing, having a wonderful time.
After tonight, gossip novelists, unaware of the truth, even wrote various versions of novels about the gathering of the three top courtesans today. In these books, Xie Fu was portrayed in glowing terms, and the three courtesans were only willing to appear together because of Xie Fu, in order to win his favor.
The book vividly portrays Xie Fu's romantic relationships with three courtesans, depicting his exceptionally charming and romantic life, which quickly became a sensation throughout the Western Liang region.
Wan Ming was confined to his residence because of this incident and was not allowed to go out. He was even smug about it, after all, he had a significant role in the book, as he was the one who organized the gathering of courtesans.
The only thing that Wan Ming found regrettable was that he wasn't the protagonist of the novel! In terms of family background, how was Wan Ming inferior to Xie Fu? In terms of appearance... well, Xie Fu's appearance was indeed too attractive.
While Wan Ming was at home being forced to read by her father, she wasn't idle. She secretly gathered some novelists and wrote a romantic love story for herself and Yue Niang.
Later, the romantic history of Wan Ming and Yue Niang spread widely, and many novelists took the initiative to write novels about the two based on the facts, which moved countless people to tears.
Wan Ming, who was only concerned with whether he could outshine Xie Fu, might not have envied Xie Fu if he knew that his novel had been secretly collected by someone with ulterior motives and presented to the emperor of the Central Plains, causing the emperor to be furious.
Yanran, dressed in a red dress, swung her sleeves and let her long hair flow freely. Her graceful figure was as soft as satin, captivating the eyes of many young noblemen present, who wished they could stick to her and were only thinking about how to get her into bed.
Yanran specially chose a dance called "Flying Swallow on the Palm," which is the most difficult to perform. It requires a light and agile body and small feet to perform this dance on a palm.
This dance was originally created by Zhao Feiyan. It is said that when a eunuch puts his hands together and stretches them out in front of him with his palms facing up, Zhao Feiyan stands on his palms and makes various dance movements in a very small area, with her sleeves fluttering like a swallow.
Later, Zhao Feiyan won the favor of Emperor Cheng of Han, who specially ordered a crystal plate to be made for her. He had a palace maid hold the crystal plate, and Zhao Feiyan would dance gracefully on the plate, spinning like the wind.
Later, a poet wrote a poem for her: "Jade frost flows before the water-colored curtain, Zhao Feiyan serves Zhaoyang Palace. The dance in the palm ends and the sound of the flute ceases, the autumn night is long in the thirty-six palaces."
Tonight, Yanran is dancing the Flying Swallow and Zhao Hede Dance, which has been passed down and adapted by later generations. None of them have ever seen the real Zhao Hede dance, so they have no way to compare. However, Yanran is confident that no one in the entire Western Liang can rival her in dance.
The beautiful woman's delicate face was flushed with color as she danced. Her toes touched the ground lightly, her slender waist twisted, her figure was graceful, her hands made a flower-picking gesture, and her skirt swirled in the air, making it a complete visual treat.
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