"Silks and gauze waft fragrance, beauty blooms with spring. Golden lotuses open over a sea of land, enchanting the capital.
The jeweled carriage turns to gaze back at emerald peaks. The east wind drums, sending stars down from halfway across the sky.
Ten thousand homes celebrate peace. Songs fill the flower-strewn roads, and the moon follows the people.
A jade lamp shines atop the Dragon Tower. The music fades in the distance; a grand feast awaits in Penglai."
The girl lying prone inside the golden lotus lantern stretched her long neck and sang. In time with the lantern's rhythm, she bent her waist and rose to her feet.
She stepped lightly upon the palanquin, wearing a golden jacket and rosy silk skirt. Her cloud-like coiffure towered high, her delicate brows arched gracefully. With barely a trace of makeup, she revealed countless charms. Her warbling voice sang a verse of "Little Zhongshan," its notes lingering beneath the rafters and piercing straight through one's spine. Her graceful singing and lively dance were extraordinarily lovely; her shadow danced like butterflies and bees in flight. She was a first-rate beauty, with first-rate looks and first-rate bearing.
Li Fan leaned against the railing by the door, staring without blinking.
Hmm, so this girl was a Jin Qing, right? She looked a little like XX. It was just a shame she was too thin, far from the slightly plump, well-fleshed ideal body type in Teacher Li Fan's mind. So, out of his own subjective preferences, the stern—cruel, even—Teacher Li Fan docked her ten points and gave his review.
This one wouldn't do. Next.
Still, Kun had tossed out a golden flower too, slapping its fins excitedly.
Whoa, you can understand the singing? And you're tossing flowers too...
But in fact, it seemed that everyone in the