"How is it, Lord Zhao...?"
Ji Bochang, his cheeks slightly flushed from drinking, asked, "How do the brothels in our Yan state compare to those in Jin? Do your Jin brothels have any beauties from Wu and Yue?"
"hehe......"
Zhao Yong laughed and said, "Never before! The brothels of Yan are indeed extraordinary..."
"That's right!"
Ji Bochang proudly said, "Not to mention the beauties of Wu and Yue, we also have beauties from Chu, Ba and Shu, and even the Hu people!"
"Oh? How did you manage to invite him?" Zhao Yong asked.
"Tsk~!" Ji Bochang laughed, "I don't know either. That kid Dong Shan got it. He's got a knack for this. Come on... Lord Zhao, drink!"
After Zhao Yong and Ji Bochang drank a cup together, Zhao Yong asked, "I heard that next month... the Prince of Yan is going to hold a poetry competition?"
"yes!"
Ji Bochang laughed and said, "Our king, this time, we will not only defeat Qi on the battlefield, but also surpass Qi in poetry and prose... This Qi state, relying on its Jixia Academy, boasts of itself as a great cultural power and looks down on neighboring countries. However, our Yan state is also full of talented people! My wife is the number one talented woman in Dukang!"
"That's right, that's right!"
Zhao Yong chimed in, "Moreover, with Immortal Jiang's assistance this time, Madam is sure to win first place in the poetry competition!"
"Not only is the lady a talented woman, but Your Excellency, the Prefect... you are also a first-rate scholar!"
A seductive woman in Ji Bochang's arms flattered him obsequiously, saying, "Your Excellency the Prefect is exceptionally talented; your poetry and prose are second to none..."
"oh?"
Zhao Yong exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Bochang, I've never heard of you being able to write poetry!"
“Uh... I do it occasionally, I do it occasionally! Hehe,” Ji Bochang laughed.
"Your Excellency, please write one for us!"
"Yes! Your Excellency, please write one! We all admire your talent!"
......
All the women urged Ji Bochang to write a poem.
Ji Bochang, slightly intoxicated, smiled and said to Zhao Yong, "Brother Zhao, today Jiang Ming mentioned the contract system to me, saying he wants to contract the entire mountain, as well as the several thousand acres of wasteland at the foot of the mountain... How about I write a poem on the theme of this 'contract system'?"
"OK!"
Zhao Yong clapped his hands and said, "Your Excellency the Prefect has written poems for the country and the people; you are truly the most virtuous and capable person in the world!"
"My lord, could you write a poem for me too? With me as the subject, do you think I'm pretty?"
The woman in Ji Bochang's arms wiggled her hips and said coquettishly.
"Okay, okay! Let's write together, let's write together..."
Ji Bochang was also inspired to write poetry. After the women brought him the writing implements, he immediately picked up his brush and wrote a poem: "A good woman has a field, which has been abandoned for eighteen years. Implement a contract system, and whoever cultivates it will pay for it!"
Upon seeing the poem, all the women blushed and lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Zhao Yong, on the other hand, was holding back his laughter and almost spat out the wine in his mouth!
At this moment, a servant entered the room and whispered a few words in Ji Bochang's ear. Ji Bochang was so shocked when he heard this that he almost dropped the brush in his hand!
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