"May I have your name?"

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Jiang Yuyan turned around with some vigilance and looked at the source of the voice.

I saw a handsome and elegant scholar wearing a Confucian robe standing not far away, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"You...who are you?" Jiang Yuyan asked timidly.

Zhu Youji looked at the delicate and lovely Jiang Yuyan and found it difficult to combine her with the decisive and unscrupulous woman in his memory.

This made Zhu Youji couldn't help but think of a sentence he saw in his previous life.

So how do you design a protagonist?

Give him a miserable childhood, give him many regrets, give him some friends who can help him at critical moments, and give him a glimmer of hope.

So how do you design a villain?

Then take away his last glimmer of hope!

Jiang Yuyan's experience perfectly replicates this phenomenon.

If she could get the love of Jiang Liushi, she would not be able to reach the final step.

If Jiang Biehe could value and love his illegitimate daughter, she would never have reached that point.

Even if Hua Wuque could choose Jiang Yuyan instead of another woman, she would not be able to reach the final step.

But every time, every time, the little hope she had was ruthlessly taken away.

When he was young, he was bullied and his mother died of poverty and illness.

When she grew up, she was also bullied in the Jiang Mansion. Her father ignored her and eventually even gave her to a high-ranking official to serve as a concubine.

"My name is Liu Yun, and I am a guest of your Jiang Mansion." Zhu Youji looked at Jiang Yuyan and replied calmly.

Hearing these words, Jiang Yuyan's eyes lit up and she quickly said: "I, I am from the Jiang Mansion..."

Jiang Yuyan was about to say that she was the second young lady of Jiang Mansion, but after looking at her clothes, she remembered Jiang Liu's explanation.

"Get out of here in the backyard. We have a distinguished guest coming today. Don't let me see you. Do you hear me?"

The words in her mouth changed again: "I am the maid of Jiang Mansion, my name is Xiaoyan."

After saying this, Jiang Yuyan looked at Zhu Youji carefully and thought to herself: Is this the distinguished guest that her mother said? She doesn't seem much older than me?

"Yeah." Zhu Youji nodded slightly, without seeming too eager, and said in a calm tone: "The change here is that I am inviting your lady to watch a play. Look, she is right there."

Following Zhu Youji's gaze, Jiang Yuyan soon saw her half-sister, Jiang Yufeng.

Elegant and decent dress, expensive crested hairpin, well-groomed, and exquisite make-up, she looks like a noble and elegant rich lady.

I am like an ugly duckling, and the other person is a noble white swan.

At this thought, Jiang Yuyan lowered her head in shame.

"Look up, since you have come in, it means we are destined."

"You should also take a look at the style of this ancient dynasty!"

Zhu Youji chuckled lightly and spoke with a faint smile.

"Huh?" Jiang Yuyan was a little stunned and confused. She didn't understand why a distinguished guest who even the Jiang Liu family took seriously would say such things to her.

Shouldn't such a person be very proud and dignified?

Jiang Yuyan looked at Zhu Youji in surprise.

"Let's watch the show."

"Opportunities like this don't come along very often."

Zhu Youji felt Jiang Yuyan's appraising eyes and said calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Yuyan quickly moved her eyes away and looked at the center of the Bliss Banquet, looking at Gao Lishi and Li Bai.

At the banquet of bliss, Li Bai lay down by the wine pool, using his palm as a spoon, and poured a sip of wine into his mouth gracefully.

"Li Bai, when are you going to write a poem?" Gao Lishi saw that Li Bai was still drunk, looked around and urged him quickly.

Li Bai lazily ordered: "Pull me up."

Gao Lishi frowned and pulled Li Bai up.

Li Bai leaned on Gao Lishi's shoulder and ordered: "I will serve you with pen and ink."

"Come here, write some pen and ink." Gao Lishi knew that the poet Li Bai was going to compose a poem, so he shouted quickly.

Soon, Li Bai leaned next to the golden black turtle, filled his mouth with the tip of the ink pen, his eyes were clear, and he looked deep in thought.

Gao Lishi turned his back to Li Bai and did not dare to urge him. He waited patiently for Li Bai to write the poem on his back.

"Yun Xiang's clothes..."

"come over!"

Li Bai seemed to suddenly have inspiration, so he asked Gao Lishi to come closer and began to write furiously.

"The clouds are like clothes...the flowers are like Rong!"

Li Bai laughed, the ink pen flew, and black characters outlined in ink appeared on Gao Lishi's back.

"The spring breeze blows and the dew is strong."

Li Bai leaned on the golden black turtle statue, seeming to have fallen into some special state. As he thought about it, various indescribable scenes seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

As he spoke, tears appeared in Li Bai's eyes unconsciously. While wiping the tears from his eyes, he wrote all the verses he thought of on Gao Lishi's back and on his red eunuch costume.

On the eunuch's clothes, which are as bright as water, there are poems written in ink that can be passed down for centuries.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

All the guests looked at Li Bai who was writing the poem and fell into the deep artistic conception of the poem.

"alright."

It wasn't until Li Bai's words that they woke up from this artistic conception.

Gao Lishi turned his head in confusion and asked, "Don't you want to change it?"

Li Bai raised his hand and threw the ink pen in his hand into the wine pool not far away. He shook his head casually and said, "Don't change a word."

"What are you writing about?"

"Is it well written?"

Gao Lishi asked in a low voice.

Li Bai became lazy again, lying on the golden turtle statue and closing his eyes: "You can see for yourself, I'm going to sleep."

…

Looking at this scene, Jiang Yufeng sighed sincerely: "Wow! Is this the style of Shixian?"

"It's really extraordinary."

"Only people like Li Bai can write such poems that are timeless and relevant to the present."

“The atmosphere is casual and eclectic.”

Zhu Youji on the side smiled, nodded, and said with a chuckle: "Besides Li Bai, do you want to meet the most beautiful concubine in the world?"

"I think." Jiang Yufeng nodded quickly, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Then let's meet!" Zhu Youji replied with a chuckle.

Jiang Yuyan on the other side listened to the poems in Li Bai's mouth, looked at the poems on Gao Lishi's back, and murmured: "What beautiful poems! This man is really talented."

"He is Li Bai."

Next to Jiang Yuyan, there is also a figure, which is also Zhu Youji. In the space created with the pure air of Confucianism and Taoism, all the scenes are outlined through Zhu Youji's imagination.

Therefore, as long as Zhu Youji is willing, he can create countless clones.

For a great Confucian, this is not difficult.

"Li Bai?"

Jiang Yuyan was a little familiar with this name, but also a little confused.

She seems to have heard of this name?

I heard about it from her sister Jiang Yufeng.
Chapter completed!