"What is love, in this world? The apes cry endlessly on both banks."
"The emperor and the general remove their armor together, enjoying a warm spring night beneath the hibiscus curtains. Hee-hee, Young Master Xu's writing is as witty as ever."
A graceful, curvaceous young woman gently set down the poem in her hand and looked with interest at Xu Changqing, who was writing furiously at the desk.
"You write poetry every day, but you don't make much money. Why don't I introduce you to some easy work? You could keep some madams company, have tea, and chat."
Faced with this sudden temptation, Xu Changqing calmly replied, "I am a scholar. Please respect my profession, Madam."
