Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

"Brother Ma...Brother Ma, stop chewing!" Zhang Jingwei stopped Ma Tianmao helplessly.

Zhang Jingwei asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid your father will find out?"

Ma Tianmao answered confidently: "The provincial examination is coming soon. My good friends and I are all students. My father also encourages me to communicate more with my classmates about my studies." A proud smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened, and he asked in confusion, "So you often go to brothels?"

Ma Tianmao quickly waved his hands and explained: "What are you talking about? It's normal for scholars to be a little romantic!" Then he added: "You taught me this!" His tone revealed a matter-of-fact attitude.

"I used to be like this?" After saying that, Zhang Jingwei pointed at the red-card girl who was ravaged so that her northern hemisphere was exposed.

Ma Tianmao said somewhat proudly, "You and I can't compare. We are at a different level!"

Zhang Jingwei smiled helplessly after hearing this and said, "Okay, okay, in that case, just treat it as me farting."

Ma Tianmao shook his head and said with disdain: "Vulgar, too vulgar..."

At this time, Zhu Banshan, who was standing by, spoke up. He smiled flatteringly and said, "Your Excellency is a man of elegance. I guess only that courtesan could catch your eye."

Zhang Jingwei then remembered the courtesan and asked, puzzled, "Speaking of the courtesan, what is the meaning of this collection of poems?"

Ma Tianmao explained, "As I just said, the provincial examination is coming soon. Including you and me, there are only about a dozen students in Yunzhou City. If you pass, your poems will become a signature of this brothel."

Also, Zhang Jingwei learned from film and television dramas that students who took part in the imperial examinations in the capital would use their poems to pay for their room fees. If they had no money to return home, they would also use some of their calligraphy and paintings to exchange for some small change.

Zhang Jingwei said with disdain, "There are no literary masters here. How can a mere celebrity know what is good and what is bad?"

Ma Tianmao smiled and retorted, "That's not what you said before you lost your memory." Then, he leaned close to Zhang Jingwei's ear and whispered, "The courtesan is a female literary giant. Not only is she proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she is also a man of both talent and virtue, a brilliant and brilliant woman. And you mentioned her sexual skills..."

Zhang Jingwei quickly interrupted him and said, "Okay, I get it!" Then he muttered quietly, "It seems I really liked her before."

Ma Tianmao smiled and nodded, then continued, "Of course, you two are so close, it's the envy of others!"

This body is only eighteen years old and has done some wrong things at the wrong age. This is Zhang Jingwei, who is actually twenty-five years old, commenting on the original owner.

"The poem has begun! What's the title? I didn't hear it just now!"

Miss Ningxiang downstairs began to sing and play the guitar, but Ma Tianmao was too distracted to pay attention to the topic of the poem.

After some inquiries, I learned that the title of the poem was "Treasure"

Ma Tianmao suddenly started writing quickly. It turned out that it was so easy for rich people to write about treasures.

But when I looked closely, it was written the same as Xiang.

It's either mountains of gold and jade, or jadeite and pearls.

Zhang Jingwei frowned and said, "Don't you think your question is weird?"

Logically speaking, this courtesan should not be an ordinary person.

Ma Tianmao smiled slightly and said, "I also think that Miss Ding Ningxiang has been obsessed with money recently!" After that, he took out a silver note from his arms, wrapped it with the paper he wrote a poem on, and handed it to the tea girl standing outside the door serving water.

Zhang Jingwei asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

Ma Tianmao blinked and smiled, "So, isn't the treasure in the poem?"

Zhang Jingwei suddenly understood and clapped his hands in praise, "Brilliant! Brilliant!"

Should he be said to be stupid or smart? Anyway, Zhang Jingwei found it very humorous.

Ningxiang's singing voice was very sweet, but Zhang Jingwei couldn't understand the piece of music she was singing. Sometimes it was cheerful, sometimes it was peaceful, and sometimes it was slow and sad.

The lyrics were also very confusing. First it was about children's play, then it was about love, and after a while it was about crying for parents, and this cycle was repeated over and over again.

Is this all the ancients listened to? No wonder there were so many rebellions back then, and the San value plummeted. (San value is the mental power in the game. When the mind is polluted, it is said that the San value plummets.)

At this time, Zhang Jingwei suddenly realized that the courtesan was playing a riddle. Although the riddle she gave was called "treasure", the song she sang was about life, childhood - youth - middle age - old age, and the repeated cycle was reincarnation.

"It's sublimated!" Zhang Jingwei praised.

Ma Tianmao, who was standing by, didn't understand what was going on, so he just reminded them, "The music is over and everyone is leaving. If you think of anything, write it down quickly, because you won't have the chance later."

Zhang Jingwei thought about it and finally took out a pen and paper. It was a bit difficult to ask a science student to write a poem, but as a person from the 21st century, he was sure that "Li Bai" had not appeared yet. Otherwise, considering Ma Tianmao's family background, he could have copied out a few decent lines!

After about half a minute, Zhang Jingwei blew the ink on the paper.

Ma Tianmao stole a glance at the scene and couldn't help but sneer, "Brother Jingwei, even though you're incredibly talented, you still strayed from the topic today. People asked you to write about treasure, but you wrote about 'You haven't seen it' or 'the great river'? In my opinion, it wouldn't be as meaningful as putting in a banknote."

Zhang Jingwei was finally amused by him, and said while laughing: "That's not necessary. I'm not very knowledgeable, so naturally I can't be as lively as Brother Tian Miao, hahahaha..."

When the song was over, the madam shouted, "Ningxiang's song is finished, and the young masters' poems are in my hands."

Then she smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not very literate. I'll ask Instructor Tan from Yunzhou Official School to read it to you later."

Teacher Tan? The old man who wrote the eulogy at the city gate?

After a while, Teacher Tan walked onto the stage with the help of Mr. Turtle.

Zhang Jingwei looked closely and found that it was indeed Old Deng.

"Mr. Tan, let's start!" Ningxiang used her sweet voice to signal Tan Jiaoyu to start.

Although there were many people in the brothel, only about twenty poems were delivered.

When Teacher Tan was standing on the stage, Ma Tianmao suddenly retreated to his private room. Zhang Jingwei was surprised and asked, "What are you doing?" Then he sarcastically said, "He's going to recite your 'The sound of firecrackers is worth a fortune' later, and you don't come out to see if he's pronounced it correctly?"

Ma Tianmao said nervously, "He's my teacher, the instructor of the official school. I'm done for now. I even skipped class this morning. If he finds me here, I'm doomed!"

Zhang Jingwei asked curiously, "You're not even afraid of your own father, so why would you be afraid of him?"

Ma Tianmao explained anxiously, "That's different. My dad can't remove me from school!"

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei seemed to know what kind of role a "teacher" was, similar to a school principal or dean of studies.

Ma Tianmao asked Zhu Banshan, pleading, "Brother Zhu, if he asks who wrote this poem later, just say it was you. I will reward you handsomely!"

Although Ma Tianmao was wealthy and polite, Zhu Banshan agreed.