Chapter 124: Li Shishi

"Oh my~"

The procuress couldn't let the scene go cold, so she pursed her lips and smiled, comforting everyone:

"You are all great talents with talent,

as long as you work a little harder, you will surely be able to gain the favor of my Shishi."

Hearing her words, the complexions of those who failed looked a little better,

but most of the others had self-knowledge,

and going on stage now would just be asking for humiliation, so no one went on stage for a while.

Seeing that it was still a bit cold, the procuress felt helpless,

and could only complain secretly in her heart that Li Shishi's requirements were too strict.

Just now, these few people, at least pass one,

give them some hope, and hang them, that is the way to make money!

However, who made Li Shishi's reputation in their line of work so popular,

even that high-and-mighty Emperor had patronized her,

so even if the procuress had resentment in her heart, she could only swallow it silently.

Who made Li Shishi popular?

In their line of work, only popular people have the right to speak.

And after the Emperor's personal visit, Li Shishi was even more than a courtesan could describe.

Although the Emperor would not care too much about a brothel woman,

the Emperor clearly cared even less about them.

"Renjie, it's time for you to appear.

Whether our brothers can see Miss Shishi today depends on you."

On Zhang Jie's side, Li Gang, who had high hopes, leaned close to Zhang Jie and whispered.

"Fine, I'll go and try."

Zhang Jie also became interested; he wanted to know how high Li Shishi's standards really were.

Step, step.

Immediately, he walked onto the stage with a calm pace.

"Oh! This young master, please! Quickly, bring the brush and ink!"

Seeing that someone was still coming out, the procuress was overjoyed,

not only did she greet Zhang Jie quickly, but she also ordered the page and pimp serving on the side.

"Someone is actually going on stage after this."

"So young, wouldn't he be a greenhorn?"

For a time, the people present were discussing.

"But this kid looks really good; wouldn't he want to seduce Miss Shishi?"

Some people looked at Zhang Jie, who was becoming more and more handsome as his internal energy deepened, even without deliberate correction,

and speculated maliciously.

Well, although Zhang Jie relied on plagiarism, no,

it was moving "Shan Po Yang" and had a small reputation among the scholars of Bianliang,

but because he was not keen on various poetry gatherings and parties, he rarely appeared,

so even if these people had heard his name, they didn't recognize him.

However, although they didn't know Zhang Jie and felt he was too young,

no one came out to mock or interrupt.

For one thing, even if they wanted to compete for favor, they had to see Li Shishi first!

The main character hadn't arrived, and they were already fighting among themselves; that was no longer competing for favor, but stupidity.

This would inevitably greatly reduce Li Shishi's psychological impression of them.

Secondly, so many people had failed just now,

and Zhang Jie, who was appearing now, would mostly just be adding another failure.

Zhang Jie on the stage didn't care about the psychological thoughts of the people off the stage,

he was thinking about which great talent's masterpiece from later generations he should move.

After a little thought, he made a decision, took the brush handed by the page,

and wrote a poem on the rice paper placed on the table in one go.

"Please, Mother, give this poem to Miss Shishi."

Zhang Jie folded the rice paper and handed it to the procuress.

"Hmm? Oh, oh..."

Shocked by Zhang Jie's speed, the procuress reacted,

and then subconsciously took the rice paper and walked directly to the second floor of the Fan Tower.

"So fast? It must have been written long ago, right?"

Someone offstage saw this and immediately guessed.

"It could also be that he wants to attract Miss Shishi by being unconventional."

Someone shook their head and said.

In recent years, there have been countless people who admired Li Shishi, and these people have used all kinds of methods,

some rewarded thousands of gold to show their wealth,

some came every day to wait bitterly to show their infatuation.

Even those who relied on their deep background and wanted to use force to suppress others,

and then force their way, were not without.

However, ever since a little gossip came out of the palace,

such people disappeared, and everyone became brotherly, polite, humble, and yielding.

Even those who were not interested in Li Shishi before appeared, and they all flattered her:

What kind of wind is not as good as the pillow wind!

Zhang Jie, who finished writing the poem, walked down the steps from the stage.

"Renjie, how is it?"

Li Gang leaned close to Zhang Jie sneakily and asked in a low voice.

"Should be no problem."

Zhang Jie nodded slightly.

At this, a smile like a chrysanthemum bloomed on Li Gang's face:

Familiar with Zhang Jie's way of doing things, he knew that since Zhang Jie said so, it was highly likely to be stable!

On the third floor of the Fan Tower, in a room decorated as a woman's boudoir,

a young woman wearing a red thin gauze on the outside and a white light shirt on the inside,

embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, was combing her makeup in front of the mirror.

This woman had moth-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a willow waist and a slender figure, and was truly peerlessly beautiful.

Clearly, this was Li Shishi, who was the most beautiful in the capital, had countless pursuers, and even the Emperor looked down upon.

"Miss, someone else has written a poem."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old maid came to report.

"Someone else?"

Li Shishi, who was combing her makeup, frowned slightly.

She had also watched the "masterpieces" sent up by the mother below one by one,

most of which were praising her beauty or expressing admiration for her.

Such poems, such mediocre people, she didn't know how many she had seen, and she had lost interest.

"Then, Miss, shall I go and decline for you?"

Seeing this, the maid suggested.

"No need, although this is a small matter, it is not good to spread it out."

Li Shishi thought for a while and declined the maid's suggestion.

Although her reputation was great, she knew that these were all empty.

She needed to be careful and cautious at all times, like walking on thin ice, so as not to fall off the altar one day.

Thinking of those peers who were truly pillows for thousands of people with jade arms,

and tasted by ten thousand people with half a red lip, Li Shishi could not sleep at night...

"Miss."

The maid hurriedly offered the rice paper when she heard the words.

Li Shishi stretched out her plain hand, took the rice paper, and opened it to glance at it casually.

She wanted to look at it roughly, but it was this glance that made her unable to move away again.

Drip!

Suddenly, a drop of clear tears fell from her goose-egg face, which seemed to be Nuwa's best masterpiece,

fell to the ground, and shattered.

"Miss, did that person write something that made you sad?

I will let the pages beat him out with sticks!"

Seeing Li Shishi suddenly shed tears, the maid was furious.

These guys, in order to attract the Miss's attention, really used all kinds of methods, which was really hateful!

"No, I'm just happy for this poem."

After a while, Li Shishi wiped away her tears and returned to her previous peerless beauty.

"Qing'er, go and invite this young master up."

'What kind of poem can make people cry with joy?'

The maid Qing'er, although full of suspicion, still obediently went to execute Li Shishi's order.

After she went out, Li Shishi held the rice paper, full of mixed feelings, and muttered to herself:

"Not loving the dust, as if misled by previous fate. Flowers fall and bloom in their own time, always relying on the East Lord...

If I can get mountain flowers to fill my head, don't ask where I belong."

"But where does the slave belong?"

Li Shishi looked at the words on the rice paper that were both flying like dragons and dancing like phoenixes,

and also like silver hooks and iron strokes, and was stunned for a while...

On the first floor, seeing that there had been no movement for so long after the procuress went up,

everyone was confused.

"What is the situation?

Just now, ours had a result in a short while."

The person who was eliminated after the "masterpiece" was very confused.

"You say, could it be that his work was recognized by Miss Shishi?"

Someone looked at Zhang Jie and proposed a possibility.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!

This must be that Miss Shishi was delayed by something."

The person who was eliminated firmly did not believe this guess.

Not to mention that they were eliminated, someone passed,

which was even more uncomfortable than beating them directly.

Besides, if Zhang Jie's work was recognized,

wouldn't it mean that they were far inferior to Zhang Jie?

How could they, who were conceited and talented, accept this?

And on Zhang Jie's side, Li Gang was also a bit confused:

"Renjie, won't your poem have a problem?"

"The lyric is absolutely no problem!"

Zhang Jie said decisively.

He was not confident in himself, but confident in the lyric he moved:

This was a work that had been baptized by time and widely recognized by people.

This lyric, "Bu Yun Suan · Not Loving the Dust" by the Southern Song lyricist Yan Rui,

first expressed with the lyric that she was not born to love the life of the dust,

and falling into the dust was really a helpless fate.

The latter part used "flowers falling and blooming" to metaphorize her own fate as needing to rely on the powerful,

and expressed a strong desire to get rid of the dust and yearn for a free life.

Such a lyric, the lethality to Li Shishi could be imagined.

After all, no matter how beautiful she was and how sought after by literati,

it could not change the fact that she was a woman who had fallen into the dust,

and had to lean on the railing to sell smiles.

If it weren't for the situation, who would want to "pillow thousands of people with jade arms, and taste ten thousand guests with half a red lip"?

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

Just as the people offstage were performing all kinds of life,

the maid Qing'er ran down from upstairs quickly.

"Breathe, breathe."

Anxious, she didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and asked loudly:

"May I ask which of you is Young Master Zhang Jie?"

"This guy passed?"

"Why not me?"

The envious and jealous eyes of the crowd instantly focused on Zhang Jie.

They were all smart people, how could they not know what Qing'er's performance meant.

If eyes could be turned into swords, Zhang Jie would probably have been cut into pieces by now.

And Qing'er also found Zhang Jie according to the eyes of the crowd.

She walked quickly to Zhang Jie:

"Young Master Zhang, my Miss invites you to go up and see her."

Hearing that his name was not mentioned, Li Gang's eyes dimmed.

He also wanted to see how stunning Li Shishi, who was famous in the capital, was.

However, knowing that this was entirely due to Zhang Jie's efforts, he was not willing to drag his friend down,

so he squeezed out a smile:

"Renjie, why don't you go quickly? Don't let Miss Shishi wait too long."

"Uh..."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jie was also speechless.

Didn't he also write Li Gang's name on the rice paper just now?

'It must be that the procuress told Li Shishi that I wrote the lyric.'

Zhang Jie guessed in his heart in an instant.

However, Li Gang was his good brother, how could he forget righteousness for beauty?

Don't you know the truth that brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes?

As long as there are enough good brothers, what woman can't be obtained?

He immediately asked: "Can I bring someone?"

"This..."

Looking at Li Gang beside Zhang Jie, Qing'er was a bit embarrassed.

Thinking of Li Shishi's loss of composure just now, she finally gritted her teeth and agreed:

"Yes."

'Good brother.'

Li Gang gave Zhang Jie a look full of gratitude.

Immediately, the two walked to the second floor under Qing'er's leadership.

"Ah! Why not me?"

Someone beat their chest and stomped their feet, unable to believe the reality.

"The young one is fine, but what virtue and ability does the older one have?"

More people looked at Li Gang with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

That was a dog who lay down and won by relying on others to take him to fly!

Li Gang's heart was full of pride:

'Although I didn't write the poem, my good brother wrote it!'

Just like this, Zhang Jie and his companion disappeared at the corner of the stairs in the eyes of others full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. ===== CHAPTER 125 =====