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"Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome Miss Wu with warm applause."

The group of old perverts below, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, clapped and cheered wildly.

Even Zhou Wu was somewhat hopeful because of this atmosphere.

Upstairs, the door to the boudoir slowly opened, and a woman came out.

"This woman is quite ordinary."

"This is a maid."

"Oh, that explains why it's just so-so."

Zhou Wu was a little embarrassed, but luckily he spoke softly, and only Zhu Zhiyong heard him.

The person in question finally appeared, her face mostly covered by a silk scarf, revealing bright, sparkling phoenix eyes beneath her brows, and flowing, alluring hair cascading down her shoulders. She was stunningly beautiful and possessed an elegant demeanor.

"Fuck, the novels really did tell me the truth, she really did wear a scarf."

"I've already taken my pants off, and this is what you show me?" Zhou Wu was immediately dissatisfied. He hadn't come on his own, and he had finally managed to pique someone's interest, only to be shown this thing.

“Miss Wu, I am your staunch supporter. Do you remember me? I am Yongyong.”

Zhu Zhiyong's madness was just like that of a star-struck fan in later generations. He even called himself Yongyong, which disgusted Zhou Wu. However, he probably couldn't leave for the time being because there were too many people, making it almost impossible to move.

"Thank you all for coming to support Tianji today. In a month, the competition for the most beautiful courtesan in the capital will be held. Today, Tianji has decided to choose a lucky supporter who can drink with her."

Before Wu Tianji could finish speaking, the crowd erupted, like a celebrity fan meeting. However, Zhou Wu remained uninterested. "Your first choice is a brothel girl. Although she's a virgin, isn't this a bit too high-class? Drinking together means drinking alcohol, right? And drinking it dry." But the others weren't as calm as Zhou Wu.

"What."

"Oh my god, could I be the lucky one?"

"Miss Wu, please choose me."

“I am willing to pay a thousand taels of silver to drink with Miss Wu.”

A wealthy, fat man immediately raised his right hand with great confidence, his loud voice audible to everyone present. Just when he thought he had the victory in his grasp, he was attacked by the others in the room.

"You actually used money? This is an insult to Miss Wu. You are not worthy to be Miss Wu's supporter."

"That's right, how could someone like you be among Miss Wu's supporters? We are ashamed to be associated with you."

"Does having a little money make you so great? Is Miss Wu that kind of vulgar person?"

He's gone mad! He's gone mad! A thousand taels just to drink with a courtesan? Although Zhou Wu is very rich, he believes everything has its own value. At least in this case, Zhou Wu thinks it's just plain crazy.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet. First of all, I would like to thank this young master for his support. I believe that he acted in a moment of panic and did not mean to insult me."

"Yes, yes, Miss Wu is right. I just wanted to drink with Miss Wu, and I acted impulsively."

The fat man was almost overwhelmed by the crowd, but fortunately Wu Tianji persuaded him, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"Since only one person can be chosen, let's adopt a fair method: let's write a poem."

Sure enough, women of this era all love literati and poets. They love reciting poetry no matter what they're doing. Zhou Wu just wants to finish this quickly so he can leave. It's too crowded. Just now, someone secretly farted, and good heavens, it almost made Zhou Wu faint.

"Oh no, all I can do is have money, I can't write poetry."

The fat guy was thanking Wu Tianji one second, and then he was stumped the next.

"Alright, this is a fair and just idea, Miss Wu. Please give us the question."

However, most of the people present had some education, so they all wanted to try their luck, just in case.

"Alright, then I will use loneliness as the topic and invite you talented gentlemen to answer."

As soon as the question was posed, the people below began to ponder deeply or whisper among themselves. Wu Tianji was standing on the second floor, with a clear view of the area below. She saw Zhou Wu, but didn't pay him any special attention. She just thought he was a rather simple-minded person, standing there without saying a word or seeming to be thinking.

"I'll go first."

As soon as Wu Tianji finished speaking, someone volunteered, as if afraid that someone else would snatch it away.

"It's actually Zhang Jun, Young Master Zhang."

"What? He is Zhang Jun."

Who is Zhang Jun?

Hearing the others talking, Zhou Wu couldn't help but wonder who this Zhang Jun was.

"Zhang Jun is one of the Eight Talented Scholars of the Capital. With him here today, it's likely that no one else has a chance."

Zhu Zhiyong not only knew the Four Beauties like the back of his hand, but also had a very good understanding of the Eight Talented Men.

"Don't you have a nickname, 'The Know-It-All'?"

"No, but that nickname sounds pretty impressive. How about I call myself the 'Know-It-All of the Martial Arts World' from now on? Haha."

"How does this so-called 'Eight Talents' compare to Xiao Fang?"

"Oh, Brother Zhou, you know Xiao Fang? Let me put it this way, although those eight are known as the Eight Talented Scholars of the Capital, they are still a bit inferior to Xiao Fang. Have you noticed that Miss Li Shishi invited Xiao Fang to her poetry competition, but not the Eight Talented Scholars? That makes it quite obvious."

"Oh, I see."

It turns out that these so-called Eight Talented Scholars are not even as good as Xiao Fang.

"So it's Young Master Zhang Jun. I'm all ears."

Wu Tianji then discovered that Zhang Jun, one of the Eight Talented Scholars, was actually mixed in with the crowd. It seemed that a masterpiece would be born today.

The reason why the top courtesans of various brothels hold fan meetings is actually to increase their popularity. For example, if Zhang Jun releases a masterpiece today and it spreads throughout the capital tomorrow, Wu Tianji will also spread throughout the capital along with this masterpiece, which will greatly increase Wu Tianji's popularity.

"Going alone into the mountains"

The road is winding and confusing in the deep clouds.

The day was long and uneventful.

"Flowing Water Falling on Flowers Stream"

"Excellent, excellent, excellent poem! Young Master Zhang is indeed a man of great talent."

"No wonder he is one of the Eight Talented Scholars."

"Tianji really likes this poem by Young Master Zhang."

To be honest, this poem is indeed a rare masterpiece. Although it is not a groundbreaking work, it has met Wu Tianji's expectations, and she is already very satisfied.

"Young Master Zhang has already produced a masterpiece. I wonder if there are any other gentlemen who would like to share a drink with our Miss Wu?"

The madam then intervened. Under normal circumstances, the first poem couldn't be the end of it; the battle had to be intense so that the gossip the next day would be more exciting and would be more beneficial to the girl's reputation.

"I admire Brother Zhang's literary talent, but I dare to challenge it."

Sure enough, someone immediately took up the challenge for the sake of the beauty.

"Xie Song, it's you! What are you doing here?"

When Zhang Jun saw who it was, he was immediately annoyed. This Xie Song often challenged him, and Zhang Jun always lost.

"Brother Zhang, are you allowed to come and see Miss Wu, but I'm not allowed to come and support her?"

Xie Song spoke casually, clearly unafraid of Zhang Jun, and seemed confident of success.