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"His name is Zhang Wencai. His father is Zhang Rencai, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Relying on his father, he has done all sorts of bad things in the capital. He also has a group of followers who are just like him. They tried to recruit me before, but I refused, so they have been making trouble for me in every way since then."

"Because his surname is Zhang, you call people cockroaches."

"Yes."

"Haha, that's unique."

As expected of the capital, you can easily run into a young master whose father is a high-ranking official. The position of Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel is about the same as that of Zhu Zhiyong's father, the Prefect of the Capital. It doesn't matter which of them is afraid of the other.

"But you have to be careful in the future. That bastard is very petty. You offended him today, and he will definitely make trouble for you. So you'd better come with me when you go out in the future."

"Haha, don't worry, I'm not as weak as you think."

After spending a few days with Zhu Zhiyong, Zhou Wu increasingly felt that although Zhu Zhiyong was a bit unserious, he was still a good person.

Disturbed by the cockroaches, the two lost their mood for boating on the lake and got up to leave.

"If you have nothing else, I'll head back now?"

As Zhou Wu prepared to take his leave, Zhu Zhiyong suddenly remembered that Zhao Wu had a favor to ask of him, and he had almost forgotten again.

"Wait, Brother Zhou, to be honest, I do have something to discuss with you, um..."

“Just say what’s on your mind. You’re not like a fussy person.”

"Miss Wu admires your talent and asked me to ask you to write a poem for her."

"That's why?"

"Yes."

"You promised them?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, as you know, I... well..."

As expected, Zhou Wu didn't want to cause trouble for himself, but Zhu Zhiyong was now considered a friend, so he couldn't refuse.

"It's just this once, it won't happen again."

"That's great, thank you, Brother Zhou. Consider it a favor I owe you."

Zhu Zhiyong was still figuring out how to persuade Zhou Wu, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so easily. You know, even the closest friends usually don't readily agree to write lyrics or poems.

"What does she need the poems for?"

"Brother Zhou, you don't know?"

Zhu Zhiyong was shocked; Zhou Wu didn't even know about such an important matter.

"What do I know?"

Seeing Zhu Zhiyong's shock, Zhou Wucai looked completely bewildered.

"The courtesan competition in a month? Haven't you heard of it?"

"I've heard of it, but what does it have to do with me?"

Come pick it up tomorrow.

After saying that, Zhou Wu waved his hand and left.

"Brother Zhou, no rush, or we can wait a few more days."

Zhu Zhiyong, who was just happy, suddenly felt a little uneasy when he heard that the work could be finished by tomorrow. He had placed absolute hope in Zhou Wu and was counting on him to help Miss Wu create a good piece so that she could win the title of courtesan.

. . . .

Zhou House.

In fact, Zhou Wu's request for Zhu Zhiyong to come and collect the poems tomorrow was not an attempt to fob him off. In his previous life, with so many excellent poems, his only dilemma was choosing which one to pick.

"I hate multiple-choice questions the most. Poetry is fine, but why not just make the question impossible?"

Zhou Wu sat in his study, his mind filled with the best poems and songs from his previous life, but he just didn't know which one to choose.

"Knock knock knock, sir, it's getting cold. Madam asked me to bring you a brazier."

The maid answered from outside the door and only entered the study after receiving permission; this was an essential quality for maids in big cities.

"come in."

It's gotten cold before I knew it. Although the houses in the capital are big, they don't feel as warm as the houses back home.

"Little girl, is there some big occasion next month?"

Now that there are so many servants in the household, Zhou Wu can't remember their names.

"Master, next month is the Lantern Festival. I wonder if it's considered a big day?"

No wonder the courtesan was chosen for next month; it turns out it was because of the Lantern Festival. Zhou Wu immediately decided which song to use.

. . . .

The next day.

"Old Zhu, you're here?"

"Brother Zhou, I'm not here to rush you. Actually, there's still more than a month left. We don't need to be in such a hurry. You can take your time to think things through. Make sure you get the hang of it. We..."

Zhu Zhiyong was afraid that Zhou Wu had really finished writing it in one night, so he quickly tried to persuade him as soon as they met. However, Zhu Zhiyong kept nagging, which gave Zhou Wu a headache. He quickly gave him the work that he had finished writing the night before.

"Damn, you really finished writing it?"

Zhu Zhiyong took the paper Zhou Wu handed him, but instead of being happy, he felt a chill in his heart.

"You don't believe me? Then give it back to me."

Zhou Wu made a move to snatch it, but Zhu Zhiyong dodged it.

"Fine, I've already written it, so it's better than me, right?"

Now Zhu Zhiyong has completely given up hope that Wu Tianji can win the title of courtesan. He only hopes that she won't lose too badly. Before handing it over to Miss Wu, Zhu Zhiyong decided to take a look at what level Zhou Wu had written in just one night.

"The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of flowers. And blows down stars like rain."

The road is filled with the fragrance of finely carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes stirs, the jade pot gleams, and fish and dragons dance all night.

Moer snow willow golden strands.The smile is full of fragrance.

I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly, turning around, I found him there, in the dim light.

The more Zhu Zhiyong read, the more alarmed he became. Was this what Zhou Wu had written in one night?

"So, is it acceptable to you?"

"That's too pretentious!" For the first time, Zhu Zhiyong had the urge to hit Zhou Wu, but considering Zhou Wu's performance yesterday, he knew he couldn't possibly beat him. So he decided to let him show off; after all, Zhou Wu had the ability.

"You're amazing, Brother Zhou. I, Zhu Zhiyong, would like to call you the number one talent in Dalong. What are the Four Great Talents of the Capital and the Eight Great Dogs? They're all nothing in front of you."

"No, no, no, Brother Zhu, you'll make me proud."

Looking at Zhou Wu's smug expression, Zhu Zhiyong recalled when he first met Zhou Wu. The other party didn't seem to be like this at all; everything seemed normal. Could this be the legendary "closet but passionate" personality? The more familiar you are with someone, the more they reveal their true self?

"Brother Zhou, I can't thank you enough."

Fearing that staying any longer would make him as repressed as Zhou Wu, Zhu Zhiyong took his leave and prepared to go to Xingmanlou to find Miss Wu.

. . . . . .

Stars fill the building.

"The crowd looked for him a thousand times. Looking back suddenly, the person was there, in a dimly lit place."

Wu Tianji held Zhou Wu's poem "Lantern Festival" in her hands, lost in thought.

"How is Miss Wu?"

"Excellent words, excellent words! Young Master Zhou is truly talented. With this poem, you will surely win the title of the most beautiful courtesan in this year's competition."

It wasn't until Zhu Zhiyong reminded her that Wu Tianji realized what was going on. She immediately praised Zhou Wu, saying that his poem was absolutely outstanding and that she had never expected him to be so amazing.

"With my brother's help, I can naturally ensure that Miss Wu wins the title of courtesan."

"Young Master Zhou is so talented, yet he does not seek fame or fortune. I admire him greatly."

Wu Tianji couldn't understand why Zhou Wu, with such talent, had never been famous before, only recently beginning to emerge. The only explanation was that Zhou Wu was someone who didn't care about such empty fame.