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The people in the hall were all discussing how beautiful the ladies were, yet the two of them remained silent.
Chu Young Master Xunren asked Ji Xun, "Are you not interested in the beauties?"
Ji Xun smiled faintly, "Just joining in on the excitement."
Young Master Chu wanted to say more, but he pointed outside the hall, "Wait a moment, Feng Lingjun has arrived."
The young master turned to look towards the door, but there was no sign of Feng Lingjun.
Turning back to Ji Xun, he found him kneeling there neatly, eyes observing his nose, nose observing his heart, appearing completely oblivious to the happenings around him.
Xunren couldn't help but chuckle. He had grown up with Ji Xun and understood his nature well; he never spoke directly but instead hinted at things indirectly.
After a short while, Feng Lingjun indeed arrived. Today, he seemed to have made an effort to dress up, wearing a light blue robe that made him look quite elegant and spirited. His words flowed like pearls, and he often cracked witty jokes that had everyone laughing heartily.
Seeing that the atmosphere was lively enough, Feng Lingjun finally got to the point, "Today is a gathering to appreciate beauty. We gentlemen here have been chatting and have neglected the ladies. Why don't we invite a few beauties to entertain us and enjoy a few more drinks?"
Everyone applauded in agreement.
The Crown Prince of Qin called out, "Lord Jun, when will you bring out your beauty for everyone to admire?"
"Since she is the finale, she should naturally be saved for last," Feng Lingjun replied. However, he felt uncertain inside; given the evaluations from a few tutors about San Chun, he wasn't confident that she could outshine everyone.
The Crown Prince of Qin said, "Lord Jun's confidence only makes us more curious about your beauty."
Young Master Qianqing grew impatient with their chatter and urged that the beauty appreciation event begin promptly.
In the hall, there were a total of seven or eight beauties lined up behind the host. The Crown Prince of Qin, who was always the most impatient, waved his hand at the Black Beauty brought in.
The beauty stepped forward with a dance, spinning into the center of the hall. When she spoke, her voice was slightly husky. "I am Shana, here to perform a belly dance for the gentlemen."
Shana had originally worn a veil over her face, but now it was removed, revealing a perfectly plump face. Her full cheeks, combined with a subtle curve that did not appear bulky, harmonized beautifully with her very ample chin. Her slightly raised eyes and dark complexion, along with her long, shiny black hair that had a slight curl, exuded a rich exotic charm.
She cast flirtatious glances at each gentleman, then suddenly swung her arms, tearing open her loose gown to reveal skin as delicate as a baby's. She wore a tassel-laden bustier on her upper body and a diagonally cut short skirt on her lower body. Her toned thighs and high breasts, complemented by her stunning beauty and alluring aura, left the men present in awe.
"Finally free from those clothes; how comfortable! We Zhuye people never wear so many layers," Shana said sweetly as she adorned her wrists and ankles with jingling bracelets.
At that moment, two court drummers outside the curtain began to play a distinct rhythm on their drums. Shana started dancing her well-practiced belly dance. Although she was plump, her curvaceous figure appeared quite agile during the performance. Her waist twisted and her limbs danced; almost every movement showcased an elegance and beauty that only men who appreciated a Fat Woman could truly understand.
What was even more remarkable was that with every motion she made, every inch of her skin trembled, causing every man's heart in the hall to quiver along with hers. Her strong thighs and full bosom dazzled the eyes and made one want to sway along with her.
This dance was specifically dedicated by Zhuye to the great goddess of reproduction and beauty, meant to embody the richness, fullness, and regal beauty of plump women. However, at this moment in the eyes of these young masters who often thought with their lower halves, it was merely an intoxicating display.
Young Master Qianqing wiped his nose, feeling it damp but unable to tell if it was mucus or blood. He praised loudly, "Autumn Walk, you’re quite something; why not send her my way?"
"Indeed," the Crown Prince of Qin nodded and truly pushed Shana over after the performance ended.
Shana pouted as if reluctant but had no choice but to walk over to Qianqing with a forced smile. She was originally a tribute from a foreign land; serving anyone made little difference to her.
Two young masters from Zhao had arrived: one was Young Master Ji Xun and the other was Ji Yan from Six Brothers. At this moment, Ji Yan smiled at everyone and said, "The Crown Prince of Qin's beauty indeed dances exceptionally well; how about letting this maid serve everyone a cup of tea to quench our thirst?"
He lightly waved his hand, and behind him stepped out an exquisite woman holding a tea tray adorned with dozens of delicate teacups.
The young masters picked up a cup and took gentle sips; indeed, it was far more fragrant than ordinary tea.
Zhong Xue raised a cup and took a sip, unable to help but frown slightly. To be honest, this could hardly be considered good tea; it was merely brewed with some dried flower petals and sun-dried fruits. Although the aroma was strong, it masked the fragrance of the tea itself, and it was nowhere near as good as Yan Dan's craftsmanship from years ago.
The young gentlemen present had rarely encountered flower tea, so they found it novel and praised it loudly.
Ji Yan was quite pleased and raised an eyebrow at Ji Xun. Ji Xun only smiled faintly, yet did not take a sip from his cup.
Next came the noble young lady brought by Qi Gongzi, who played a beautiful piece of music that indeed captivated everyone and drew forth a round of admiration.
As the guests had drunk several rounds and tasted various dishes, they noticed that several women in the hall had finished their performances and turned their attention to Feng Lingjun.
Seeing that the moment had arrived, Feng Lingjun stood up with a smile. "Have you all been waiting long?"
"Indeed."
"Are you eager to see the beauty?"
The Crown Prince of Qin said, "Lord Jun, why tease us? Of course we want to see her; please call her out quickly."
"Indeed." Feng Lingjun chuckled and lightly clapped his hands.
San Chun had been waiting outside the hall until her legs felt numb. Upon hearing the signal, she rubbed her feet and began to move.
Under everyone's gaze, she carried her guqin and walked along the green stone-paved path into the hall. She had never received such attention in her life; various gazes intertwined like a dense spider web before her. As she walked slowly, she imagined that these people must think she was very beautiful, shining like a morning star...
Everyone turned to see two maidservants assisting a woman in white as she entered through the hall door. Her ethereal large eyes sparkled like stars, her soft eyelashes fluttered gently, and her fluffy outline exuded an otherworldly charm that stirred the hearts of everyone present.
She smiled delicately at the corners of her mouth, possessing the purity of pear blossoms and the brilliance of cherry blossoms. Undoubtedly, she was a beauty—except for those two patches on her face that easily reminded one of a monkey's two rear ends.
Qi Gongzi first laughed, " Feng Lingjun, the makeup of the Chu Kingdom is indeed unique."
Feng Lingjun couldn't quite laugh. He knew this was San Chun's intention, trying every means to prevent anyone from taking an interest in her. He said, "This is the latest makeup created by This Lord. If the princess does not like it, you may wipe it off with a cloth."
Qi Gongzi felt a sudden urge and laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Very good."
A servant handed him a warm, damp towel, and he truly took it and began to wipe San Chun's face. For a man, this was playful; for a woman, however, it was an insult. The nobles all laughed and watched, but none were willing to speak up for her.
San Chun gritted her teeth. Even when teasing a common girl on Main Street, someone would shout "Rogue!" Yet here she was, a proper lady being touched and toyed with—what did he take her for?
Just as she was conflicted about whether to slap that person, Ji Xun suddenly stood up and walked a few steps to Young Master Qianqing, saying, "Your Highness comes from a noble background; do not let this woman dirty your hands."
He forcefully snatched the towel from Qianqing's hand. Qianqing was momentarily stunned; the towel had already been seized by him.
Everyone present thought that Young Master Qianqing had yielded; who would have expected the renowned gentleman would resort to theft?
Young Master Ji Xun nodded slightly at San Chun, softly saying, "Do not blame the lady."
He then took the towel and gently wiped her face. His touch was very soft, and the warm cloth on her face felt comforting, causing her heart to tremble.
As she felt the warmth of his fingers, a scene suddenly flashed in her mind: in a greenhouse, a boy in white robes around seventeen or eighteen years old was wiping another boy's face. His hand gently brushed away the sweat from the other's brow, his gaze tender like water, filled with affection...
This scene felt both real and illusory; for a moment, she couldn't tell if it was real or just her imagination. However... thinking that it involved two men made her body shiver involuntarily.
Zhong Xue, witnessing this scene, slammed his wine cup down hard, causing wine to spill everywhere. Some splashed onto Qianqing. Just as Qianqing was about to make a sarcastic remark, he met Zhong Xue's cold gaze and immediately lowered his head in fear.
Everyone in the hall was watching Chengyang Jun, unsure of what mood he was in.
Zhong Xue did not know what he was doing. He felt inexplicably angry, as if he were back in early summer of that year, watching that person running with sweat pouring down. He wanted to wipe her sweat, but she refused. Instead, it was Ji Xun who came over, and only then did she lean her face toward him.
Jealousy, yes, it was jealousy. The feelings at that time were as mixed as they were now, a taste that was hard to describe.
San Chun was startled by his anger but still shivered in response. She couldn't tell if it was because of his rage or the illusion of two men in love. Men loving men, while not unusual, was still something she could not accept.
Noticing her shiver, Ji Xun was also startled and quickly asked, "Did I hurt you?"
San Chun nodded and snatched his handkerchief to wipe her face vigorously. She feared that if he continued to wipe, she might faint from a heart spasm.
With her face flushed and wiped clean, her unadorned appearance had an extraordinary purity that surpassed her previous look by many degrees. The once noisy hall fell silent, everyone fixated on San Chun's face as if even breathing had become quiet.
After a while, someone exclaimed in amazement, "Could it be that a fairy has descended to earth?"
Ji Xun stood there in a daze, as if something had taken away his soul.
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