Even before entering, you can smell the feminine fragrance in the air.
It is said that you know a woman by smelling her fragrance. Xuanzang's perception of this fragrance was that this woman was a top quality.
"Lord Buddha, Miss Fuxiang is waiting for you inside." Lan'er said.
"Um."
Xuanzang nodded and then entered the Yage.
The attic is full of antiques, decorated with fine sandalwood furniture and literati ink paintings.
Behind a red curtain, a graceful figure can be vaguely seen.
"Miss Fuxiang, Lan'er called me here to do something, or to do something else?"
Xuanzang asked, his face calm.
After the words fell, behind the curtain, a woman wearing a red gauze classic dress slowly walked out.
The woman's clothes are thin, her waist is as thin as a willow, and her facial features are delicate and picturesque, just like the flying girl in the mural, not like an ordinary person.
And there is a charming and soulful aura exuding from the bones. If an ordinary man saw it, wouldn't he be fascinated by it with just one look?
"This woman is not human!"
It was just a glance. Although there was no evidence, Xuanzang was sure that the other party was not human.
"Fuxiang has met the holy monk and has admired his name for a long time." The courtesan Fuxiang smiled gracefully and moved on lotus steps.
When I saw Xuanzang for the first time, I was shocked that there was such a handsome husband in the world, especially the masculine aura exuding from his body, which was a fatal poison for a race like her.
In addition, Xuanzang was full of energy, his whole body was full of fairy spirit, and he had ten lifetimes of merit and virtue. Such a body was life-threatening for the banshee and she could not extricate herself.
Xuanzang came closer, within a few feet of Fu Xiang, the oiran, and said:
"A noble man spends a lot of money to beg Miss Fuxiang, but Miss Fuxiang refuses. Why do you have to come to see me?"
Fuxiang smiled cleverly and her red lips were like fire. She slowly blew out a breath of fragrance and whispered in Xuanzang's ear:
"Holy Monk, do you believe in fate?"
"Do not believe."
Xuanzang took a step back, although he said that this floating and fragrant sunken fish and falling geese were beautiful and beautiful.
But after all, they are not human!
Furthermore, the mere charm is just trying to confuse his mind.
Fuxiang's face changed slightly, Xuanzang seemed to be playing his cards differently.
If this was an ordinary man, he would have surrendered to her beauty and be driven at will.
But the more this happens, the more it arouses the desire to win in her heart.
She just wanted to capture Xuanzang, and then let Xuanzang devote his life's energy to it.
This is the pride of the nine-tailed fox clan!
Fuxiang smiled politely and said:
"Actually, I was impressed by the talent of the holy monk. Your sentence about the bright moonlight in front of the bed, I doubt it is frost on the ground, is really a good poem. I thought that if I didn't have some experience, I might not be able to write such a good sentence."
"Oh, that poem. Isn't it possible to have a mouth? It's nothing!" Xuanzang said.
Fuxiang was once again confused by Xuanzang's unconventional play. Logically speaking, shouldn't we be humble in the face of praise?
In fact, how did she know that Xuanzang had three hundred Tang poems in his mind, so where did he end up in front of him?
"Holy monk, you are very talented. I have an unkind request from my family. I wonder if I can write a poem for my family." Fu Xiang asked.
"I never do anything in vain? What can you give?" Xuanzang said.
Hearing this, Fu Xiang's face turned crimson, with a hint of coquettishness, and she said charmingly:
"Holy monk, if you can really do it, I will promise you a condition. You can do whatever you want."
"Anything is okay?" Xuanzang confirmed again.
"Yeah." Fuxiang nodded, looking shy.
In fact, I feel proud in my heart. Sure enough, a man is still a man. Isn't this a matter of course?
When the time comes, as long as she follows the trend, she will be able to obtain Xuanzang's essence.
Xuanzang thought politely and then blurted out:
"The clouds on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is bitter and short, and the sun rises high. From now on, the king will not go to court early."
Although Fuxiang is a monster, because he has lived a long time and has been among the human race for many years, his talents and learning are not shallow.
After listening to Xuanzang's poem, his face turned even redder.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with this poem, the dialogue is neat, the rhetoric is gorgeous but the connotation is not lost, it is very suitable for a woman of her status.
If this poem were to be circulated, I'm afraid it would be as bright as the moonlight in front of the bed, and probably because of the frost on the ground.
And the meaning in the poem seems to be implying something!
The hibiscus tent is warm, the spring night is short...
"There are ten buckets of talent in the world, and the holy monk alone has nine and a half buckets. I admire him and am willing to be the inferior." Fuxiang said.
At this moment, I feel a little fond of Xuanzang, a unique human race.
"Does that condition still count?" Xuanzang asked, ignoring Fuxiang's admiration.
Hearing this, Fu Xiang spat. Sure enough, monks are also men, so why can't they wait? She couldn't help but say:
"Holy monk, take a short rest and let me prepare some preparations. Besides, I am too impatient to eat hot tofu."
"Hot tofu? I won't eat it. Don't think wrongly. I'm a gentleman. Just do my best dance for me. Don't think wrongly!" Xuanzang said.
It was also because the evildoer Fu Xiang did not reveal his murderous intentions. Otherwise, Xuanzang's character would definitely give him a beating. Even a banshee would dare to play tricks.
"Dancing?" Fuxiang was silent, a little suffocated.
There are so many ways to insult people, but Xuanzang chose this one.
Although she is in the world of mortals, she still behaves herself well. No matter how powerful she is, how can ordinary people touch her?
Nowadays, it seems that Xuanzang is despised.
This was an invisible blow to the pride of the nine-tailed fox clan.
"Damn it." Fuxiang cursed in his mind.
She still didn't believe it. Xuanzang really wasn't moved at all.
Although she is a monk, she does not believe that all the four elements are really empty.
At this moment, Fu Xiang secretly swore that Xuanzang would return to secular life at all costs.
After dressing up, Fuxiang held red silk in each hand, ready to dance.
Xuanzang sat on the couch and admired it, feeling peaceful and unmoved.
He really looked at it with the eyes of appreciating art and experienced life in the mortal world.
Fuxiang's dancing posture is graceful and very soft, and she can perform all kinds of difficult moves easily and with great proficiency.
During the dance, Fuxiang watched Xuanzang's expression and found that his face was as still as water, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Unknowingly or not, a piece of gauze suddenly slipped off her shoulders, revealing her skin as white as mutton-fat jade, which immediately made the atmosphere in the entire attic become ambiguous.
"Old and cunning!" Xuanzang shook his head.
At the end of the dance, Fuxiang's face turned red and she gasped softly.
"Bah! It's okay!"
Xuanzang stood up and said.
"good?"
Fu Xiang was speechless, she felt like she couldn't hold herself any longer, her own dance was invisible even for ten thousand dollars, so she chose this place to be just okay.
For some reason, Fu Xiang felt very angry at the moment, and that was because she was angry.
She walked softly towards Xuanzang, with a strange expression on her face, and suddenly she let out a cry of "Ouch" and fell into Xuanzang's arms.
Obviously, this was premeditated!
The floating fragrance does not believe that Xuanzang can still be himself when the beauty is in his arms and the fragrance is as warm as jade.
Xuanzang watched Fu Xiang's performance in a daze, and the moment he fell close to him, he moved slightly to avoid it.
Peng!
Fuxiang fell to the ground, her bones almost falling apart, and her body aching.
"Miss Fuxiang, are you alive?" Xuanzang asked gently.
Fuxiang suddenly looked back and glared at Xuanzang angrily, tears welling up in her eyes.
When had she ever been so wronged!
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ps: Thanks to Ye Suifengpiao and the magic blood method for the reward.