As the end of the year approaches, lanterns have been hung among the thousands of streets and hundreds of archways in Bianjing. The literati flows endlessly, and the sound of singing and dancing on Yanglou Street seems to never stop for a moment.

The three-story building of Shibaotang is brightly lit, dozens of guys are in and out, saying, "Miss, walk slowly, and your wife welcomes you," etc. Wanrou, a woman in a winter skirt, always lying on the window on the third floor, has become a landscape in this block. But everyone only knows the background of this girl, and no one dares to show any disrespect.

On the side of Shibaotang, a silk shop was originally sold and a new sign was hung with a gold-plated letter saying "Bowl of beans". It was written by Su Mu, the minister, personally picked up a pen. The strange name attracted many pedestrians to watch. On Yanglou Street, where every inch of land was worth every inch of land, it made people call it "prodigal women". A bowl of beans costs five cents, and it was impossible to make a profit for a long time. However, the little rich woman who inherited billions of property was so expensive that ordinary people could not control it. Such a large tofu shop naturally became a famous store in Yanglou Street, and many dignitaries would go in and sit.

When the lights were on, Li Shishi stood at the window facing the street, looking at the two shops opposite, and was stunned. The girl across the street noticed her and raised her hand to say hello.

Li Shishi smiled softly, raised his hand, and shook it across Yanglou Street with bright lights and wine.

When she arrived at Pingjiang Mansion on a small pleasure boat, Xie Yijun left alone. Zhu Qufei directly supported the small pleasure boat and sent her back to the capital. In order to cover up the fact that Cao Hua was hiding her, she also made up a story - she was kidnapped by the Qiu Taoist, and met a chivalrous woman in Pingjiang Mansion. She helped her to send her back to the capital. Afterwards, she left without leaving her name.

As for where Zhu Qufei went, Li Shishi really didn't know, but judging from her monthly contact, Zhu Qufei's temperament, she must have secretly ran to the Marquis' Mansion for information, so that she would enter the Marquis' Gate in the future and call the wind and rain in the back house.

It has been more than half a month since I returned to Bianjing, and I have gradually returned to my previous life. My fame has faded a lot after half a year. My former regular customers have also gone to Xu Poxi and come here without her. I am afraid that from now on, I will become less and less famous until one day I left Minglou in obscurity.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will always wither.

Looking back on this year's itinerary, Li Shishi suddenly felt a little regretful. Yichun Tower, Heyi Tower, Wushagang, carriage, and small pleasure boats were actually all god-given opportunities, but it seemed that they didn't catch them again. The most recent time, they were all lying on a bed, but at this time they became people from two worlds.

I feel a little regretful that pretending to be asleep and I didn’t wake up that night. If I woke up and take the initiative, I’m afraid it would be a different look.

Li Shishi looked at the woman lying on the window across the street in a daze, her eyes were like clear springs, and she couldn't tell whether she was envious or regretful...

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"Shi Shi! A guest is here."

The sound of footsteps came from outside the room, and Mrs. Tang's voice made Li Shishi come back to her senses.

"Mom, I feel uncomfortable and I won't see guests today."

"Shishi, it's me."

The magnetic sound of middle-aged people sounded, with a bit of natural majesty.

For some reason, Li Shishi shivered instinctively. Since childhood, he learned how to observe words and expressions and understand men's thoughts. Perhaps he realized that the man's voice was slightly different from his previous affinity.

Li Shishi pursed her lips, her cheeks remained calm as usual. She gently closed the window, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Zhao Jie, wearing a Confucian shirt, stood at the door holding a folding fan.

Only then did Li Shishi realize that the venue was cleared in the Minglou at some point. Countless guards stood in the building to guard the enemy's swords. Behind Zhao Jie, eight black feather guards pressed their hands on their hands, paying attention to the surroundings at all times.

Li Shishi was a little confused and relieved - Cao Hua and Eunuch Xue were not here, so the emperor had to go out like this.

"Sir, here."

Li Shishi gave a little blessed gift, turned around and sat in front of the couch, making and pouring tea skillfully, as it was before.

Zhao Jie walked slowly to the couch and sat down, thought for a while, and said slowly:

"I heard that Shishi met a thief in Jiangnan?"

"Mr. Xie is concerned, and there is no danger."

"It's fine."

Zhao Jie placed the folding fan on a small table and carefully looked at the beauties in front of him who were bewitching the country. He was still as unrestrained as an iceberg. His movements and expressions were friendly and polite but he kept people from thousands of miles away, making people feel uncomfortable.

Li Shishi filled the teacup and put it in front of Zhao Jie, talking about trivial matters about the trip on the road. Some of the talented men in Jiangnan were extraordinary, some of the fear of bandits, and they were both slow and slow, just like chatting about family matters with an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

Unlike in the past, Zhao Jie just listened quietly, staring at Li Shishi, silently.

Time passed little by little, and the tea gradually cooled down.

Li Shishi picked up the teacup, poured hot tea lightly, and smiled:

"Sir, I'm in a bad mood today?"

Zhao Jie took a light breath: "Yes, I miss Cao Hua."

Li Shishi's hands pouring tea slightly, and only the sound of tea falling into the cup remained in the room.

After a short while, Li Shishi said softly:

"Mr. Cao, you should be back soon. The emperor hasn't seen him for more than half a year."

Zhao Jie seemed to have something to worry about, so he picked up the teacup and sipped it gently, thinking about it:

"Cao Hua has a reputation as Cao Badou, which was called out by Yuchi Hu. At first, the talented man from Bianjing thought he was talking about Cao Zhi, but later he realized it was Cao Hua. It was quite interesting to talk about...haha..."

Li Shishi's face was still as gentle as water, and he nodded:

"Well... Mr. Cao is indeed extremely talented. Compared to Cao Zijian, I'm afraid he won't give in."

Zhao Jie shook his head and smiled, held the warm teacup and gently rotated it. After a long time, he said slowly:

"Cooking beans and burning bean pods, and beans cry in the pot. They were originally born with the same roots, so why are they too urgent to fry each other... Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps, and his talent might be higher."

Li Shishi was stunned for a moment, wondering why Zhao Jie mentioned this poem, and thought about it:

"Cao Hua can also become a lyricist in seven steps. The famous "Seven-Step Poetry" is due to the good story of wisdom that comes from a hurry. If you talk about the attainments of poetry, songs and essays, Cao Zhi's "The Goddess of Luo River" is brilliant and extraordinary, and it can best show his talent. Compared with Cao Hua's "Shuitu Songtou", no one dares to make a conclusion."

Zhao Jie refused to comment, was silent for a long time, and breathed lightly:

"I just suddenly remembered this poem, but I forgot about "The Goddess of Luo River"... Forget it, there are still political affairs in the palace, and I will come to visit the teacher another day."

Zhao Jie chuckled softly, then got up and went out of the door.
Chapter completed!