Chapter 648 Do you still recognize who I am?

As expected, there was already a young man inside. He looked to be in his early twenties. Although not as beautiful as Miss Yu Qi, he was not bad either.

The most important thing is that unlike people like Yu Qi who were brought back from outside and registered under the name of their biological mother, the eleventh son of the Yu family is a real legitimate son.

The youngest son of the eldest son in the family is said to be very favored.

This is understandable. Born into the largest aristocratic family in Jiangnan, with parents and brothers above him, he does not need to inherit the family business, nor does he need to make a career of his own.

You can be a playboy with a clear conscience.

But he was not really a playboy. He was very talented. He achieved the title of juren at a young age and was a famous talent in Hangzhou and even in the south of the Yangtze River.

Of course, these were just the things that flashed through Ji Yunshu’s mind the moment he saw the person.

But in fact, she just glanced at Yu Shiyi and her eyes fell on Miss Xianxian.

After all, this courtesan is the protagonist here.

The slender girl is a typical Jiangnan beauty, with almond eyes, rosy cheeks and a slim figure.

Ji Yunshu felt that she looked strangely familiar.

After thinking about it, I realized that this appearance is somewhat similar to hers.

Looking at the slender girl in front of him who seemed like a long-lost sister, Ji Yunshu was a little dazed for a moment.

It was still the slender girl who smiled and said, "This young man is very talented in poetry, but I don't know how to address him."

Ji Yunshu then collected his thoughts and said, "My last name is Zhao."

Zhao is a very common surname. There are several families with the surname Zhao among the nobles in the capital, not to mention ordinary people.

The man she married was surnamed Zhao, so there was nothing wrong with taking her husband's surname.

It's not a lie.

Ji Yunshu thought confidently.

Xianxian couldn't get any information from this surname for a moment, so she said, "Then please invite Mr. Zhao to take a seat."

The courtesan has her own rules. She can present poems to others, but if she really can't, she can pay money. However, these people can only have tea in the small flower hall.

It's not possible to be a private guest.

Yu Shiyi was obviously not a narrow-minded person. He was not angry when his poem was compared to Ji Yunshu's. Instead, he admired Ji Yunshu very much.

He said excitedly, "Brother Zhao, your poem is really good. I heard that you wrote it without even thinking about it. There are truly people who are better than you. I have to admit that you are better than them."

Ji Yunshu curled his lips and said, "Sir, you are too kind. I can't write any poems. That was written by my brother. Today I am just offering you a flower."

Yu Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then said, "I see. I wonder who you are, brother?"

Ji Yunshu doesn't look very old, and it is quite shocking that such a young man can write such poems. If it were his elder brother, people would be more accepting.

Ji Yunshu said awkwardly, "I'm not in a position to talk about this."

Yu Shiyi understood this. As a young master from a wealthy family who secretly ran away from home to play, it was normal for him not to want to be discovered by his family.

So he didn't ask any more questions, and said very righteously: "Your brother is so talented in poetry, you think he is not bad. From now on, we will be friends. If you have any problems in Hangzhou, you can come to me."

Ji Yunshu said innocently, "Thank you so much, Brother Yu."

Xianxian watched the interaction between the two from the side without interrupting. She was very patient and waited until they finished talking before speaking to liven up the atmosphere.

She is a top courtesan with her own way of socializing. She is neither overly attentive nor flattering, nor does she make people feel left out. She is generous and natural, making everyone feel at home.

There was plum wine, a specialty of Jiangnan, on the table. It was sour and sweet. Ji Yunshu tasted it and thought it was delicious.

Under Yu Shiyi's constant urging, she drank a lot.

After a few drinks, Yu Shiyi had already regarded her as a close friend and started to discuss poetry and songs with her.

Seeing this, Xianxian blinked and said, "The atmosphere is so good, why don't we write a few more poems."

She herself was also good at poetry, and Yu Shiyi was a well-known talent. She really wanted to test the depth of the young man in front of her.

Although he said that the previous song was composed by his brother, she didn't quite believe it.

Yu Shiyi happily agreed. Ji Yunshu wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the purpose of his visit, he swallowed the refusal.

She has to seduce this slender girl, and even Yu Shiyi.

Xianxian was very satisfied with their reactions: "Then let's write about this scene."

It is June now and the weather in Hangzhou is already very hot. The windows are open, the lights on the boat are on, and the bright moon outside is reflected in the water.

I have to say, it is a beautiful scene.

A poem flashed through Ji Yunshu's mind, and she wrote it down directly.

Xianxian and Yu Shiyi opened their eyes wide at the same time.

Then Yu Shiyi gave up without even writing anything.

Ji Yunshu repeatedly emphasized that this was done by his brother, but Yu Shiyi no longer believed it.

But he thought that Ji Yunshu was so talented, but unknown. It must be that the elders in his family did not want to make it public and deliberately suppressed it.

So I didn't get to the bottom of it.

Xianxian also became interested in this young man with amazing poetic talent.

So that night, the two poems spread from the courtesan and soon became famous in Hangzhou.

It was already late when Ji Yunshu left.

Yu Shiyi planned to take him home in person to see where he lived, but was rejected by Ji Yunshu.

She couldn't explain to Zhao Shen why she came to the flower boat, and she couldn't imagine the scene of being sent back by a man.

Yu Shiyi behaved like a gentleman, didn't force it, and said they would see each other again in the future.

Xianxian also made it convenient for her and said that she could come anytime in the future.

Ji Yunshu then realized that talent was the passport to this place.

Because of those two poems, she didn't spend a penny that night, and the courtesan and the madam still pampered her.

But the alcohol was still taking its toll on her, and she was just worrying about how to get home when someone behind her asked in a chilling voice, "Did you have fun?"

Ji Yunshu turned his head to look at Jingzhe: "I think I drank too much and I was hallucinating. I actually heard your master's voice."

Jingzhe's body straightened: "It's not an illusion."

"ah?"

Ji Yunshu blinked, his reaction a little slow.

Zhao Shen couldn't stand it any longer and walked up to her: "Do you still recognize who I am?"

Ji Yunshu pouted a little aggrievedly: "Go play by yourself without me."

Zhao Shen's breath was stuck in his chest, and he explained softly, "This kind of place is not suitable for you."

He never thought of bringing his wife to the flower boat.

He didn't even know how Ji Yunshu dared to come here by himself?

He also made friends with the young master of the Yu family.

Ji Yunshu's mind was numb and he felt a little dizzy. He grabbed Zhao Shen's hand and said, "Don't move. I'm dizzy. You lied to me. I didn't even find you in there. Did you go to some girl's room?"

Zhao Shen, who had been standing there quietly, had no choice but to embrace her in his arms: "I won't move, and you shouldn't move either, or you might fall. I was talking to someone about something, not going to the girl's room."

Ji Yunshu didn't believe it: "Why do we have to come to this kind of place to discuss things?"

As she spoke, she leaned over to smell Zhao Shen. Her nose was very good and she could smell the scent of the flower boat on Zhao Shen, mixed with the fragrance of rouge and powder.

She was dissatisfied and pushed the person away: "It doesn't smell good."