Chapter 2: The Courtesan Who Wants to Refuse to Welcome
Zhao Ji, who was lying on the boudoir bed, sat up and looked at the oiran Li Shishi who was kneeling next to him. He couldn't help but be attracted by the peerless beauty of this beauty.
She has a stunning appearance, a graceful figure, proud twin peaks, slightly frowning willow eyebrows, hazy affection, and a variety of charms that can burn the forest...
Zhao Ji, who has just traveled to this parallel world in the ancient Song Dynasty, originally had the soul of a single and poor college student in modern society. He has only heard of clubs and the like, but has never been to them.
How had he ever seen such a peerless beauty who was completely obedient to him?
Zhao Ji couldn't help but stretched out his right arm, gently hugged Master Li into his arms, and said affectionately:
"Teacher, I will never let you down!
Tonight, beautiful scenery, long night, you and I are not as good as..."
Li Shishi's delicate body trembled, and he took advantage of the situation. He coquettishly put the tip of his chin on Zhao Ji's shoulder, raised his small mouth and whispered softly in his ear:
"Zhao Yan has just woken up from drunkenness. Please take care of yourself!
Let me get out of bed, peel a new orange for my husband, and untie the bar!"
After Li Shishi finished speaking, he broke away from Zhao Ji's arms and jumped out of bed.
She walked towards the southeast corner of the boudoir and stopped in front of an exquisite basket made of golden nanmu.
She bent over, and the curve of her back was perfectly outlined.
Master Li opened the cover of the golden nanmu basket, took out a large, round orange, and held it in his hand...
At this time, Zhao Ji, who was sitting alone on Master Li's boudoir bed, felt as if a cooked duck had reached his mouth and suddenly flew away.
However, after calming down for a while, Zhao Ji also felt that he had been too abrupt and unreasonable.
After all, the original owner of the body he borrowed from the Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Ji, who had just traveled through time, wanted the kind of elegant and leisurely atmosphere that rotten literati pursue when visiting Fanlou, instead of attending a meeting alone.
Go straight.
What's more, at this time, Zhao Ji suddenly realized that his current body was very weak and weak...
The body that the original owner Zhao Ji left for him cannot be strong at all!
Zhao Ji felt: Fortunately, Li Shishi had wisely excused himself and got out of bed, otherwise he might have been embarrassed in front of the person he liked!
At this time, Zhao Ji also walked out of the boudoir bed and came to sit at the table.
He saw the table was in a mess and the pots were tilted.
Combined with the memory left by the original owner of this body,
He remembered that the body he was in just now was the result of having a drink with Mr. Li, when his vision went dark and he became unconscious.
"Damn it!" Zhao Ji complained in his heart and thought to himself: "Is there poison in this wine?"
As soon as this idea came to mind, Zhao Ji immediately recalled: He and Master Li both drank from the same pot of wine! If the wine was poisonous, how could Master Li be safe?
Besides, with the historical knowledge possessed by the time traveler Zhao Ji, he knew that the historical Song Huizong Zhao Ji was not poisoned to death, nor would he die in the Northern Song Dynasty.
So, where is the problem?
This is not because the time traveler Zhao Ji is being pretentious, but mainly because he wants to eliminate all hidden dangers that threaten his life and safety.
Zhao Ji suddenly remembered that the original owner of his body believed in Taoism very much. He favored and used Taoist priests Liu Hunkang, Wang Laozhi, Wang Zaixi, and Lin Lingsu successively, and he also continued to eat these Taoist priests to practice.
The prepared elixir.
Lin Lingsu has been the most favored Taoist priest in the past four years. The original owner Zhao Ji gave him the titles: "Mr. Tongzhen Daling", plus the titles "Mr. Yuanmiao", and "Jinmen Feather Guest".
Before Zhao Ji had a drink with Master Li, in order to strengthen his body, he swallowed two pills of the rejuvenation pill refined by Lin Lingsu!
The time traveler Zhao Ji secretly thought in his heart: "Could it be a problem with the rejuvenation pill? It killed the original owner of this body and gave me the opportunity to time travel and become Zhao Ji, the eighth emperor of the Song Dynasty."
He took out a half-fist-sized jade bottle of "I Riding a Green Ox" from his arms, with half a bottle of rejuvenation elixir left in it.
Zhao Ji secretly made a note that after returning to the palace, I would summon Lin Lingsu and thank him properly.
I will give Mr. Lin ten rejuvenation pills and let him swallow them all at once to test whether the rejuvenation pills are poisonous!
Zhao Ji raised his head and saw that Li Shishi had come closer. She was holding a round and big orange in her left hand, and a three-inch long knife in her right hand.
Under the candlelight, the knife shines brightly and looks very sharp.
"Ah?" Zhao Ji couldn't help being surprised when he saw the beauty approaching with a knife!
He hurriedly asked: "Master, what is the meaning of holding a sword?"
Master Li gently used the knife to cut several openings on the peel of the orange, and said with a smile:
"The basket of fresh oranges that Zhao Hao gave to the slave family does not require a sharp knife made in Bingzhou to cut the orange peel. The slave family's little hands do not have that much strength to peel it!"
As Master Li put the knife on the table, Zhao Ji felt relieved.
Then, Master Li used his delicate hands to peel open the fresh oranges produced in the south, took out a piece, brought it to Zhao Ji's mouth, and said softly:
"Zhao Yan, please eat to relieve your drunkenness!"
Zhao Ji smiled slightly and took the piece of fresh orange with his hand. Instead of putting it into his mouth, he handed it to Master Li's two delicate red lips.
Master Li smiled, opened his red lips generously, took the piece of fresh orange sent by Zhao Ji, and slowly swallowed it...
Zhao Ji looked a little obsessed...
After Master Li chewed a few times, he swallowed the delicious orange juice.
She even stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked the orange juice that splashed onto her lips clean.
Zhao Ji sighed, she was worthy of being a famous prostitute in the capital and the oiran of Fanlou, and she looked so good after taking a bite of fresh orange!
What if...
In fact, Zhao Ji, who had just traveled through time, did not eat the fresh oranges peeled by Master Li first, but gave them to her to eat, just to prevent the fresh oranges from being poisoned.
Zhao Ji follows the principle that he would rather be on guard than live well, and he must keep an eye on everything.
Master Li peeled off a fresh orange again and delivered it to him.
Zhao Ji no longer had any worries and opened his mouth to take the fresh orange handed to him by Mr. Li’s delicate hands.
He looked at the beauty and tasted the fresh orange, and suddenly felt that in this world, what is enjoyment, what is "beautiful and delicious"...
When the orange kernels full of juice were bitten by Zhao Ji and burst into his mouth,
The 30% sourness and 70% sweetness splashed out by the spit, mixed with the aroma of orange, fill your mouth.
The taste buds on the tip of the tongue seem to taste the taste of first love!
"Zhao Heng, can I be your master and play a piece of sheng to help your elegance?"
"Playing the sheng?" Zhao Ji was stunned. As a time traveler, he had seen many beautiful music lovers from online videos, and they were all very good at playing the long flute...
As for playing the sheng, he had heard of it, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.
"Okay!" Zhao Ji nodded and said, "Then I'll teach you, please play the sheng for me!"
……
Zhao Ji saw that Master Li was very ceremonial before playing the sheng.
She first cleared the table, then took out the animal-shaped incense burner, inserted three sticks of incense and lit it. Three wisps of green smoke curled up, and instantly the entire boudoir was filled with fragrance.
Then, Master Li sat opposite Zhao Ji and began to play the sheng...
This time Zhao Ji saw what the ancient musical instrument Sheng looked like.
The Sheng is a reed instrument. It was already popular in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. The ancient Sheng had seventeen long and short reed pipes inserted in a copper bucket. When playing, you press the finger holes and use the airflow to vibrate the reeds to produce the sound. p>
After Master Li tuned the sheng, he said to Zhao Ji: "How about I play the song "Magnolia" for you?"
"Okay!" Zhao Ji stared at the beauty and nodded in agreement.
As Zhao Ji, who was a history college student before time travel, of course knew that "Mulanhua" was originally the name of a lyric brand and had a fixed song to match it. This is also the reason why ancient lyrics are called lyrics.
Li Shishi, a beauty like a fairy, plays the sheng. She looks good-looking, the tune is melodious, and the sound is sweet, like the sound of nature...
As soon as she finished playing the prelude, Zhao Ji couldn't help but sing along with the music:
"The evening makeup has begun to brighten the skin, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up.
The sound of the shengxiao cuts through the water and the clouds, and the sound of the colorful clothes fills the air.
Who is more fragrant in spring? Drunk and charming.
When I return home, I will put on the red candlelight and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon."
The song is finished,
The lingering sound lingers.
Master Li couldn't help but indulge in it for a long time...
Zhao Ji also looked at Master Li blankly, unable to say a word.
He was surprised at the first song collaboration between him and Li Shishi. How could it be that they were such a perfect match?
After a long time, Master Li regained her composure. She put the Sheng on the table, smiled knowingly, raised her palms and said:
"Zhao Yan sings so beautifully!"
"No!" Zhao Ji imitated the accent of the ancients and replied: "It's Shishi, he plays well!"
Master Li smiled shyly and changed the subject:
"Zhao Heng! The song "Magnolia" that he sang was written by the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, right?"
"Eh? Well, that's right!" Zhao Ji agreed perfunctorily.
After all, as a time traveler, it was only after Li Shishi reminded him that this poem was indeed written by Li Yu, the later master of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
However, the fact that he was able to sing along with Li Shishi's Sheng music just now was all based on the "music cell memory" left by the original owner of this body, Zhao Ji, and he sang it unconsciously.
If Zhao Ji were asked to recite this poem by Li Yu now, he would definitely not be able to recite it completely.
What he can recite in full is Li Yu's sentence "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
He still remembered that when he was in college, when he was studying the history of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, he had studied Li Yu and looked up his poems, but it was impossible to remember them all!
At least, he didn't remember the song he just sang, "Magnolia", which describes the singing, dancing and enjoyment of the erotic night banquet.
Suddenly, Zhao Ji's face became solemn, because he realized that what he just sang was the music of the decadent country before it was about to fall!
Moreover, Zhao Ji knew that the original owner of his body was recorded in historical records before and after his birth:
His father, Shenzong, once went to the Secretariat to view the collection of portraits of Li Yu, the later master of the Southern Tang Dynasty. "I was amazed again and again when I saw his elegant character." Then Zhao Ji was born, and "he dreamed that Master Li would come to visit him when he was alive, so he was very talented in literature."
, a hundred times better than Master Li"...
Traveler Zhao Ji thought: The original owner of his body has been fond of pen and ink, painting, horse riding, archery, Cuju, tea ceremony, music since childhood. He has a strong interest in exotic flowers, rocks, birds and animals, especially in calligraphy and painting.
He also showed extraordinary talent.
Indeed, I have the shadow of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty!
My artistic talent is a hundred times better than that of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It’s no exaggeration!
Thinking of this, Zhao Ji was shocked. Li Yu's ending was very tragic. If his own ending was based on historical development, why would it be the same? Even more tragic than Li Yu!
Now is the second year of Xuanhe. In the Northern Song Dynasty, there are internal and external troubles, Huashi Gang is wasting people and money, domestic taxes are heavy, there are rogue bandits such as Song Jiang in the north, Fangla Uprising in the southeast, official corruption, and the government is controlled by six thieves headed by Cai Jing, which has made the Song Dynasty a mess. Jin Taizu led his troops to attack Liao, and the Song envoy Zhao Liangsi accompanied him. The Liao Kingdom was defeated in the capital, and Emperor Tianzuo of Liao fled to Xijing. Jin had swallowed up more than half of the territory of Liao, and was still secretly eyeing the Song Dynasty...
Historically, in 1125 AD, after the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Liao Dynasty, it immediately found an excuse to say that the Song Dynasty had betrayed its alliance, and then attacked the Song Dynasty without stopping...
Thinking of this, Zhao Ji broke into a cold sweat!
If I remember correctly, the year I traveled back in time was nearly 5 years before the Jin army attacked the Song Dynasty; in 1127, the Jin army went south to besiege Bianjing and kidnapped the two saints, namely myself and their eldest son.
There are less than seven years left for Emperor Zhao Huan to face the humiliation of Jingkang.
"Damn it, you idiot!" Zhao Ji couldn't help but cursed the original owner of his body secretly.
How long has it been since we were all encouraged by traitorous ministers to visit brothels secretly, have trysts with famous prostitutes in the capital, and the new courtesan Li Shishi, play sheng, dance and sing, drink and have fun, take elixirs, play exhausted, and fall into unconsciousness...
The original owner of my body has done a lot of harm to the country!
Zhao Ji's eyes became determined, and he swore from the bottom of his heart: If I want to prosper the Song Dynasty, I will never hunt north!
Immediately, he left his seat, stood up, and cupped his hands to Master Li and said, "It's late at night. Master, please rest early. Zhao takes his leave!"
"Zhao Heng!" Master Li took hold of Zhao Ji's sleeve and said tenderly: "It's already three o'clock in the city, who is your husband going to spend the night with? It's better to stay away!"
Zhao Ji secretly sighed: Master, you are going to stay with me!
What should I do?
Before I make up my mind not to be a foolish king, how about I spend one last night of my foolishness?