Chapter 34: Yu Ji's Wild Thoughts
Zhao Yi felt that Yu Ji was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

The people that Zhao Yi has seen here include those that he had seen before traveling through time.

Zhao Yi felt that even the female movie stars in the world today could not compare to Yu Ji in front of him.

You have to know that this is an era without plastic surgery technology, beauty filters, and so many cosmetics.

Yu Ji could have such a beautiful appearance.

Zhao Yi felt that Yu Ji was worthy of the word fairy.

No wonder the King of Western Chu was willing to take Yu Ji with him to fight.

With its beautiful appearance, it is pleasing to the eyes.

Not to mention sword dance.

Yu Ji found the child in a daze cute, so she couldn't help but pinch Zhao Yi's chubby face with her hand.

"Kid, what are you daydreaming about?"

Zhao Yi replied blankly: "Because Sister Yu Ji is so beautiful, I was stunned."

"Pfft!"

Yu Ji covered her face with her hands and laughed.

Although Yu Ji had long been immune to such words, this time it was said by a cute little child, so Yu Ji laughed.

"You little brat now knows what beauty is." Yu Ji pinched Zhao Yi's face again.

She liked the feeling of pinching Zhao Yi's face.

In fact, Yu Ji had always wanted to have a younger brother, but unfortunately her parents stopped having children for some reasons.

So she never achieved her wish.

And the Zhao Yi in front of her can just allow her to experience what it feels like to be an older sister.

That's why she forgot her worries about her parents being imprisoned for a moment and couldn't help but teasing Zhao Yi in front of her.

"Of course I know what beauty is."

"Hey, little brother, how beautiful do you think I am? Describe me in words." Yu Ji asked with a smile.

"To describe it in a poem: the clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

Zhao Yi used the verses from "Qingping Diao" by the great poet Li Bai describing Yang Guifei to praise the beauty of Yu Ji in front of him.

"The clouds look like clothes, the flowers look like beauty, the spring breeze brushes the dew on the threshold..." Yu Ji silently recited the poem that Zhao Yi had just recited.

She discovered that the poem the child in front of her was reciting was written by a great poet.

The story of Chang'e is used to praise her beauty.

And it was a poem she had never heard of before.

You have to know that a top dancer like Yu Ji is not just about dancing, she also has to learn all the arts including music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, Yu Ji had a high level of literary literacy and could be said to have read a wide range of books.

If there was an imperial examination, she could take the exam and try her best to pass it and become a Jinshi without any problem.

So she could see how high the level of poetry Zhao Yi recited was.

Yu Ji couldn't help but ask curiously: "Little brother, who wrote the poem you read? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Zhao Yi scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know how to put it, anyway, it's not written by me."

Because if Zhao Yi said that it was written by Li Bai, he would definitely be asked who Li Bai was.

But Zhao Yi couldn't tell who Li Bai was either.

He couldn't possibly say that Li Bai was a person who lived hundreds of years later.

Of course, he couldn't say that he wrote it himself.

This is plagiarism.

But in Yu Ji's opinion, Zhao Yi was just shy.

An idea occurred to her.

Could it be that this poem was written by this child?

After all, I have never seen this poem in a book.

So Yu Ji began to test.

"Little brother, don't you want your sister's autograph?"

Zhao Yi nodded.

He wanted the autograph simply because he had a collecting habit. After all, Yu Ji was the first famous historical figure he had ever met.

Zhao Yi thought about collecting the signatures of famous historical figures he met.

This is just like when he gets all the achievements in a game, these signatures count as his achievements. "I can give you my sister's signature, but you have to give her a poem."

Yu Ji raised a finger as she spoke.

"Okay, what kind do you want?"

Zhao Yi, who had a reserve of Tang and Song poetry, was not afraid of such a request at all.

In fact, as long as he wanted, by copying and publishing those poems, he could make a sensation in the Qin literary world and be named the Immortal Poet or the Sage Poet by the literati.

When Yu Ji saw how confident Zhao Yi was, she became even more certain of her previous thoughts.

That poem was written by this little brother.

"Then give me another poem praising me."

Zhao Yi thought for a moment, and then spoke again: "There is a beauty in the south. She is peerless and independent. One look from her can overwhelm a city. Another look can overwhelm a country. I would rather not know that she can overwhelm a city and a country. It is hard to find such a beauty again."

Zhao Yi borrowed the poetry of Li Yannian from the Han Dynasty.

Yu Ji immediately picked up the brush and wrote down the poem that Zhao Yi had just recited on the silk.

And I have never heard a good poem.

It seems that the child in front of me is probably a poetry genius.

It's a pity that I'm too young.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be convinced by him...

Yu Ji shook her head to get rid of the thought that popped up in her mind.

Yu Ji~Yu Ji~What are you thinking about? Although you are a beautiful lady and a talented man, he is only three years old.

And you also have to think about how to save your parents from that damn Xiang Yu!
But looking at his face, he will definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up.

"Sister, can you give me an autograph?"

Zhao Yi's voice brought Yu Ji back to reality from her wild thoughts.

"Yeah, okay."

As she spoke, Yu Ji took a pen and was about to write her signature on the new silk.

"Sister Yu Ji, wait a minute! Please sign this."

Zhao Yi handed the white paper in his hand to Yu Ji.

This paper is of the highest quality among all the papers made in the village.

But Zhao Yi knew that the lifespan of silk was only about a hundred years, while the lifespan of paper was a thousand years.

Yu Ji took the paper and looked at it carefully.

It was the first time she had seen this kind of writing material.

It seems much more useful than silk.

Yu Ji asked curiously, "What is this?"

“Paper, a new writing material, will soon be available in large quantities.”

But Zhao Yi knew that his scumbag father was already building a paper mill, and once the paper mill was completed, paper would appear on the market.

Seeing that Zhao Yi could come up with a new writing material, Yu Ji began to wonder about the identity of Zhao Yi in front of her.

Yu Ji looked Zhao Yi up and down.

Then she noticed that Zhao Yi's clothes were wrong.

As a dancer, Yu Ji has a deep understanding of clothes.

She could tell at a glance that the material of the clothes Zhao Yi was wearing was neither silk, which was commonly used by wealthy families, nor linen, which was used by poor families.

A new material for making clothes!
And the dyeing of clothes is also different.

The child in front of me must have a complicated background.

You should know that Luo Yu's aunt, Guafu Qing, and her family became one of the seven richest people thanks to their unique cinnabar refining technology.

And the child in front of him has new writing materials and new clothing materials.

These two things alone are enough to establish a wealthy clan.

Yu Ji had a hunch that the hope of saving her parents might lie with the child in front of her.

Yu Ji smiled charmingly and asked, "By the way, little brother. I don't know who you are yet. Can you introduce yourself?"

"My name is Zhao Yi, the village chief of Shahe Village."

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(End of this chapter)