In no time, Zhou Ziqiong had finished grinding the ink.
However, Jing Zhe held the pen but did not move it for a long time.
Shopkeeper Hu said with displeasure, "The ink is all ground, why aren't you writing? Could it be that you can't write and are trying to stall for time?"
Jing Zhe shook his head and said, "Sigh, I have a problem when I'm writing poetry and lyrics. I need someone to massage my shoulders and back to relax my muscles and bones before I can write. Now there's no one to help me, so I can't write anymore!"
"..."
Shopkeeper Hu was stunned for a moment, then burst out: "Are you dreaming? It's just a limerick, do you think you can write a timeless masterpiece? And you expect someone to massage your shoulders and back? Who do you think you are?"
Jing Zhe shrugged: "I can't write without a shoulder massage and back rub!"
"Give him a squeeze, give him a pounding!"
The Crown Prince of Yu gave Manager Hu a wink.
He's already written such good lyrics; all that's left is for Jing Zhe to write a doggerel to slap him in the face!
He realized that Jing Zhe wasn't stupid; he knew that no matter what he wrote, he couldn't compare to him. That's why he deliberately made various demands, his purpose being not to write anything, so as to avoid being humiliated!
Haha, I'm determined not to do what he wants!
Aren't you just looking for an excuse not to write?
I'll make sure you have no excuse!
So, the bald waiter reluctantly came up and prepared to massage Jing Zhe's shoulders and back.
However, he was unwilling, and Jing Zhe was not willing either!
He immediately refused, saying, "You can't!"
"I... I'm not good enough!"
The bald waiter was furious. What normal man wants to hear someone say he's no good? Especially in front of so many people!
"You're no good! To give me a shoulder massage and back rub, it has to be a young woman! You? You don't even have a single hair on your head, do you even deserve it?"
"I…"
If it weren't for the presence of Prince Yu and Mu Qingren, the bald waiter would have been tempted to swear.
Is it my fault that I have no hair?
The Crown Prince of Yu remained calm: "Then let your wife massage your shoulders and back!"
His idea was to get Jing Zhe to write it quickly, and then quickly embarrass him so that the meaning of his poem could be revealed.
"She's no good. Her hands aren't strong enough; she can't squeeze properly."
Jing Zhe shook his head and refused.
"..."
I'm fucking...
The crown prince of Yu was so angry he wanted to swear. He said, "Just agree to let someone massage your shoulders and back, why are you being so picky?"
He then said coldly, "Do you think any strong young woman other than your wife would be willing to massage your shoulders and back in public?"
"I, I'm willing!"
"..."
This is tantamount to publicly humiliating Yu the Crown Prince.
However, upon seeing who was speaking, the Crown Prince of Yu not only didn't get angry, but instead smiled.
"Okay, then let Piaopiao give you a shoulder and back massage! Piaopiao's strength... um, should be more than enough to meet your needs!"
"..."
Jing Zhe broke out in a cold sweat. With that kind of physique, wouldn't he die if he were pinched?
"Well... thank you very much, Miss Liu... but it's alright, no need."
Why aren't you using it anymore?
Liu Piaopiao said with dissatisfaction, she had finally seized such an opportunity to get close to Jing Zhe, how could she be willing to give it up?
"Because... the young woman who massages my shoulders and back has to be thinner than me, otherwise I'm afraid my body can't handle it!"
"..."
Liu Piaopiao immediately retorted, "Your wife is thinner than you, and you complained that she wasn't strong enough? Don't worry, I'm strong!"
"..."
Looking at Liu Piaopiao's thick, fat hands, Jing Zhe was terrified: "It's precisely because you have such strong hands that I dare not!"
"Piaopiao, come back!"
Prefect Liu called out, his voice carrying an air of authority.
Even if Jing Zhe hadn't refused, Prefect Liu would never have allowed his daughter to do this kind of work serving other men outside, as it would damage his reputation as a prefect!
"Father, I..."
"return!"
Prefect Liu scolded again, and this time Liu Piaopiao did not resist. She glanced at Jing Zhe reluctantly and walked back.
At this moment, Jing Zhe's back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
The Crown Prince of Yu was also running out of patience and said coldly, "Are you doing this on purpose? If no one is going to pinch you, then you don't need to write a poem today. You'll be declared the loser!"
"I'll do it!"
Zhou Ziqiong didn't want to see Jing Zhe lose. Although she felt a little embarrassed to massage a stranger's shoulders and back in public, she felt it was acceptable compared to helping Jing Zhe.
However, Jing Zhe still refused.
"Miss Zhou needs to help me grind the ink. You can't do two things at once, or the ink won't turn out well!"
"..."
At this moment, everyone seemed to realize what was going on.
There were only five women in the hall, and Jing Zhe rejected three of them in one go, leaving only Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu, the master and apprentice.
Could it be... that he's after them?
How dare he do that?
Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu are proud fairies, possessing a cold indifference that keeps people at arm's length. How could they possibly agree to such a request?
The Crown Prince of Yu sneered repeatedly: "Ridiculous, ridiculous! You don't actually think that Pavilion Master Mu and Garden Master Wang would give you a shoulder massage or back rub, do you?"
"Why not? I also want to write a poem for Pavilion Master Mu. It's not impossible for Pavilion Master Mu to give me a shoulder massage or a back rub, is it?"
"You're dreaming!"
The Crown Prince of Yu nearly roared. He thought Jing Zhe was bold, but he never expected him to be so bold, and even more shameless than him!
"As the leader of one of the four major sects, what kind of status does Pavilion Master Mu hold? How could he possibly be helping you with a shoulder massage? Stop spouting nonsense, or you won't be able to compose a poem today. I, the young master, will have Prefect Liu arrest you!"
Jing Zhe, however, didn't take it to heart: "Your Highness, I didn't ask you to massage my shoulders and back, why are you so agitated? Besides, shouldn't we ask the person involved the most about this?"
As he spoke, he looked at Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu.
All eyes were on him; they wanted to see how he would be rejected! Or maybe he'd even get beaten up!
But what happened next left them dumbfounded.
Before Mu Qingren could speak, Wang Yingqiu said, "What the young master said is right. My master is of noble status, and it is indeed not suitable for her to do this kind of thing! So, let me, her disciple, do it in her place!"
As she spoke, Wang Yingqiu took a step forward, but only one step, because the next moment, she was pulled back by Mu Qingren.
“Yingqiu is wrong. Although I am the Pavilion Master of Wuxian Pavilion, you are still the Garden Master of Wuxian Garden. Your status is not low either. If I can’t do it, how can you?”
“Master, he has decided to write a poem for you. Out of courtesy, we should thank him, so let your disciple do it for you!”
"Thank you, Yingqiu, but I can do this myself. There's no need to trouble you!"
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"
"What a hassle!"
"..."
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