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Wu Tianji poured Zhou Wu a cup of wine, and then slowly spoke.

"I bought this incense from the Hu people at a high price. They said it has a calming effect."

Calming? Could you be any more ridiculous? This aromatherapy is making me panic. Zhou Wu doesn't believe Wu Tianji's nonsense at all.

"Miss Wu, we've come to this point, can you show your true face?"

Zhou Wu was already a little curious about Wu Tianji's appearance, and with the help of the incense, he became even more aroused.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was so focused on talking to Young Master Zhou that I forgot I was wearing a veil."

As Wu Tianji spoke, she removed her veil, revealing her true face.

"I am grass."

Zhou Wu was so shocked that he could only utter these two words: "the beauty that eclipses the moon and shames the flowers" was an absolute apt description of Wu Tianji. To be honest, Zhou Wu had seen quite a few beauties since he arrived in this era, and Wu Tianji was definitely in the top three.

"Young Master Zhou, what do you mean by 'grass'?"

Few have seen their true faces, yet all who have doed praise them. But this man before her was different; he didn't offer superficial, indiscriminate praise. This gave Wu Tianji a slightly different perspective on him. However, if she knew the meaning of "fuck," she probably wouldn't look at Zhou Wu any differently—just another one of many loser men.

"Um, that's my hometown dialect, it means 'good,' I'm praising you."

"Oh, so Mr. Zhou's hometown dialect is so interesting. I also think Mr. Zhou is very supportive."

"Forehead....."

Zhou Wu had no way to defend himself; he had dug his own hole, so he had no choice but to jump in.

"Young Master Zhou is exceptionally talented; I, a humble woman, would like to offer you a toast."

"it is good."

The two raised their glasses and clinked them together.

"Is this Niu Lan Shan wine?"

"Young Master Zhou actually knows about Niu Lan Shan?"

"Uh, I've had it before."

"It seems that Young Master Zhou is indeed an extraordinary person. This Niu Lan Shan is hard to come by even in the capital. Even so, Xing Man Lou had to pull some strings to buy a few jars. And Young Master Zhou actually drank it a long time ago?"

"Hehe, I tried it at a friend's place."

Zhou Wu certainly couldn't say that Niu Lanshan was produced by him. Originally, he planned to develop quietly in the capital so that he could leave the capital later. However, recently he felt that he was going astray and his fame was growing. This was not a good sign for Zhou Wu.

"Is this Zhu Zhiyong who came with you just now?"

"Yes."

Zhou Wu no longer wanted to dwell on the issue. Hearing the other party mention Zhu Zhiyong, he figured it was Zhu Zhiyong then, since the other party wouldn't bother to verify it in person anyway.

"That's all."

"You know Zhu Zhiyong very well?"

"Aren't you friends?"

"A friendship between gentlemen."

Zhou Wu felt ashamed as he said this. The two had met in a brothel, and now they were talking about a gentleman's friendship.

“Oh, that’s not surprising, Young Master Zhou. Speaking of your friend, he’s quite famous in the capital.”

"Really? I couldn't tell at the last minute."

"It seems he truly considers you a friend. His father is Zhu Keduo, the Prefect of the Capital."

"What? His father is actually the Prefect of the Capital? But judging from Brother Zhu's appearance, it doesn't seem like it."

The Prefect of the Capital is the highest-ranking administrative official in the capital, usually holding the rank of upper fourth grade or lower third grade. Zhu Zhiyong's alter ego is definitely a second-generation official in the capital. However, after spending the night with him, Zhou Wu found that the other party did not have the bad habits of other second-generation officials. On the contrary, he was quite down-to-earth.

"Who says otherwise? That's what makes Young Master Zhu special. Although he indulges in wine, women, and song, he doesn't bully people like other sons of officials. Young Master Zhu not only gives people money but also often does good deeds. I heard that he has redeemed more than a dozen unfortunate people from brothels, and they are all now working as maids at home."

"Doesn't his father care about him?"

"At first we tried to manage it, but later we couldn't control it anymore, so we stopped. They have plenty of money, so it's nothing to them."

"Too."

"However, it was precisely because he was different from ordinary people that other officials' sons in the capital were unwilling to associate with him."

This is actually quite normal. Most second-generation rich kids are ruthless and competitive, and face is more important than anything else. Zhu Zhiyong's personality is completely inconsistent with the characteristics of a second-generation official, so it's normal that others don't associate with him. However, Zhou Wu guessed that Zhu Zhiyong himself didn't like to associate with those people either.

The two chatted about Zhu Zhiyong for a long time. When they realized it was getting late, Zhou Wu got up to say goodbye. Before Wu Tianji could react, Zhou Wu had already left.

"Miss, what are you and Young Master Zhou talking about? You've been chatting for so long."

After Zhou Wu left, the maid immediately started gossiping. On the surface, he and Wu Tianji were master and servant, but in private, Wu Tianji treated the maid like a sister, so the two got along like sisters.

"You probably won't believe me if I say we talked about some unrelated things, but that's the truth."

"Ah~ Is this Young Master Zhou a blockhead?"

"He is indeed somewhat different from others, oh dear, this is bad."

Wu Tianji suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong, young lady?"

"We were having such a good time that I forgot to ask him to write a poem for me."

"What? You didn't tell Young Master Zhou about the poems for the courtesan competition a month from now?"

"I forgot."

Wu Tianji was almost in tears. She had gone to so much trouble today just to select a talented person to help write a poem for the courtesan competition a month later.

"Miss, do you know where Young Master Zhou lives?"

"We were talking about Young Master Zhu the whole time, and we didn't ask any of these questions."

There was no address, only a name. In a city as populous as the capital, it was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Wait, Mr. Zhu Zhiyong?"

"yes,"

“Miss, aren’t Young Master Zhou and Young Master Zhu friends? Why don’t you ask Young Master Zhu for help? He certainly won’t refuse.”

The maidservant had a sudden inspiration and came up with a good idea.

"Yeah, you're so smart."

"It's not that I'm clever, it's just that the girl is caught up in the situation."

. . . . . .

"Miss Wu, you were looking for me?"

The next day, Wu Tianji had Zhu Zhiyong invited over. Normally, one should visit someone's home to ask for a favor, but Wu Tianji knew her own identity. Although Zhu Zhiyong wouldn't care, he still had parents to rely on, and she, a courtesan, even if she was a virgin, couldn't possibly enter the Zhu family's gate.

“Young Master Zhu, Princess Tianji does have something she would like to ask for your help with.”

“Please speak freely, young lady. I will definitely help you.”

As Wu Tianji's number one fan, Zhu Zhiyong was more than happy to help her when she asked him for it.

Wu Tianji also told Zhu Zhiyong about wanting Zhou Wu to help her write a poem. Zhu Zhiyong looked a little troubled. He and Zhou Wu had only met that night, and he knew nothing about Zhou Wu except his own name. So he was in a dilemma. But since this was the first time Miss Wu had asked him for help, he couldn't refuse.