The Demon Lords

Chapter 1011 - 235: Beauties of the Pavilion_3

After all, she’s also someone "well-versed in the battlefield," who could really be carefree enough to sleep like a dead pig every day?

It seems this room, or perhaps just this bed, contains some special element that aids in sleep.

Zheng Fan shook his head and chuckled;

One shouldn’t underestimate the ancients, when they sought after "extravagant indulgence," they were no worse than those in later generations.

Upon waking up and opening the window, Zheng Fan heard the laughter of a group of women from outside.

Since the window was framed by flowers, he could see the pavilion over there, but those outside couldn’t see what was happening at the window.

In that small pavilion, a group of young women sat together, seemingly holding a poetry gathering, composing verses, playfully bantering, each dressed meticulously, some full-figured and some slender, beautiful yet wise, each with her own unique feature, and likely all unmarried judging by their hairstyles.

This must be what Fan Zhengwen previously referred to as the twelve beauties of the Fan Mansion?

Indeed, it does carry a certain air reminiscent of "Dream of the Red Chamber."

They are buds nurtured by the affluent aura of a noble family, distinctly different in charm from the rural women Zheng Fan had seen in the Yan region and Jin land.

And the fact that they’re holding a poetry gathering here today is clearly orchestrated behind the scenes.

It’s impossible that just as I moved into this courtyard, this group of beauties coincidentally gathered in the Qingfang Room to "compete in beauty."

At this moment, Chen Daole opened the door and entered, carrying breakfast.

As usual, the food was exceptionally delicate.

With Zheng Fan’s appetite, prolonged consumption would surely become tiring, but at the initial tasting, the experience was indescribably delightful.

"Are they holding a poetry gathering outside?" Zheng Fan asked with a smile.

Chen Daole nodded and said, "It’s the young ladies of the Fan Mansion, including those from other branches and relatives’ families."

"Have you talked with them?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Yes, they spoke a few words when they first arrived."

"Why didn’t you stay and join the poetry gathering?" Zheng Fan picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, "You’re also a talented scholar of the Chen Family."

"In front of Lord Zheng, I dare not claim to be talented."

Zheng Fan’s "Zheng Zi Art of War" is something Chen Daole has read.

Zheng Fan nodded without any embarrassment and said, "Indeed."

Chen Daole also smiled.

"Lord Zheng, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say, I’m not sure if my lord..."

"Hmm, no rush, no rush. Will what you want to say affect our mission this time?"

"No, it won’t."

"Then there’s no hurry to say it, we can talk about it after we return."

"But, my lord..."

"Let’s leave it at that."

Zheng Fan stood by the window, watching the young ladies’ poetry gathering amidst the chirping and playful ambiance while eating breakfast; perhaps this is what is called... beauty that feeds the soul.

In truth, Lord Zheng could completely stroll over, write a few poems, and showcase his wit in front of the young ladies,

he had imagined doing so in dreams before,

but now that the moment came, he felt there was no need, just watching was nice enough, no need to forcefully intrude and disrupt the atmosphere.

...

"Are they beautiful?" On the rooftop, A Ming asked while sipping wine made from grapes, sitting next to He Chunlai, who was also drinking old Yellow Wine early in the morning.

"Beautiful."

He Chunlai replied earnestly.

The young ladies in the pavilion each had their own uniqueness, each one exuding personality.

In this era, when men take wives, age isn’t a significant concern, and marriages with significant age differences are quite common.

Though all are adults, they don’t find anything inappropriate or wicked in marrying unmarried young ladies.

"But the lord probably won’t like them," A Ming said.

He knows me well, he knows me as well as a demon king.

"Why?" He Chunlai was a bit puzzled. He wasn’t clueless, he understood that today’s gathering of beauties wasn’t purely coincidental, the young ladies themselves might not realize they’re being put on display, but Fan Zhengwen’s intention was clear, he was hoping for offers.

Picking one by one was allowed, and sending them in pairs was also feasible.

The Fan Mansion was eager to establish connections beyond the Sixth Prince’s line, especially with Lord Pingye, who was evidently still associated with the Sixth Prince’s group.

"Our lord’s taste doesn’t align with this."

"Taste?"

"Our lord is highly cultured; if he wanted, he could immediately engage in some exquisite poetry... no,

he could write some unparalleled verses.

But the lord didn’t, indicating he’s not interested in them."

"Oh."

He Chunlai nodded.

A Ming took another sip of the grape wine, beside him was a bottle filled with ice cubes of various flavors, showcasing the meticulous nature of the Fan family’s lifestyle.

"The variety of drinks is truly extensive; the Fan family is exceedingly rich."

"I’ve heard that during the Sixth Prince’s grand wedding in Yanjing, what was displayed was... "

"That’s different, the Sixth Prince’s wealth isn’t really his; it’s his life-buying money."

"Oh, that sounds quite complicated."

"Hmm, huh?"

"What?"

"Look down there, someone’s coming. If Chen Daole has any insight, he should be going out now."

...

Chen Daole did go out after seeing her arrival.

The approaching person wore a white cloak and a red jacket that couldn’t conceal her graceful figure.

As she walked, she exuded vibrant charm; her brows were full of alluring grace.

She was a beauty who combined allure, figure, and temperament, all harmoniously blended.

In A Ming’s view, this woman was the first he had seen in this world who could rival Siniang.