Xue Baochai couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Baoyu, do you know that Hua Kui?"
The yellow-robed girl pretended not to care, but in fact, she was also secretly listening.
Song Qingshu shook his head blankly, "I don't know her." He recalled that he had never seen this Hua Kui before, whether it was his original identity or the other identities he had disguised. He was very confident in his memory, and he wasn't a scumbag like Duan Zhengchun. When he saw Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple Assembly, he wasn't even sure if he had a relationship with her before.
"Then why did she help you?" Xue Baochai's face was full of doubt. One had to know that the poem written by Hua Kui was nonsense, but it was casually changed by that Hua Kui and became a good poem.
"Maybe because she thinks I'm handsome?" Song Qingshu shrugged, as if saying that he didn't want to do this either.
Xue Pan laughed and hugged his shoulder, saying, "Baoyu, long time no see. I find that you're becoming more and more shameless. You're almost catching up to me."
Xue Baochai rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to these two weirdos.
"Is there anything else that Young Master has written?" The servant girl glanced around and asked.
The crowd immediately quieted down. Although the Song Dynasty was prosperous, how could there be so many literary experts in a remote town? Even in Lin 'an City, there might not be many scholars who could compose a suitable poem in a short period of time.
Just when everyone thought it was over, Xue Baochai stood up, "I happen to have one here."
Song Qingshu and Xue Pan, who were sitting at the same table, were both stunned. Xue Pan even whispered, "Are you crazy?"
Xue Baochai snorted and said discontentedly, "What? You can go, but I can't?"
"Aren't you messing around? We're men, and you're a woman. How can this be the same?" Xue Pan was really anxious and worried for his sister's reputation, "It's inappropriate for a girl like you to go to such a place."
Xue Baochai shook her head, "Anyway, no one knows that I'm a woman. Do you really have to shout and let everyone know?"
Hearing her words, Xue Pan didn't dare to say anything else for fear of being overheard.
At this time the maidservant took Xue Baochai's paper and read, "Lower the bead curtain, burn the incense, go to the divination, ask the Heaven, whose family Nong's daughter will fall into, hate Wang Lang for not speaking the truth. Unable to stop, I will suppress it with my mouth! When it came to writing, their friendship was not bad, but it was hard to say a word of innocence. They were clearly a good pair of mandarin ducks, but they were cut off by a knife, and the slave who was thrown to the ground was exhausted and tired. If you think about it carefully, both your words and your heart are fake. "
Song Qingshu glanced at Xue Baochai in surprise. "Her poem is so graceful and full of hidden bitterness. Maybe someone can tell that she is a woman disguised as a man."
As soon as the song was played, the audience was silent for a moment. Soon, someone raised a question.
"This article doesn't seem to have been written according to the requirements, right?"
"Yeah, how can there be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine?"
…
In the face of the crowd's accusations, Xue Baochai curled her lips and looked as if she didn't care to explain. Song Qingshu thought about it and decided to help her. If he let her explain it herself, it would be too embarrassing. "Ahem, what do you know? This is the integration of numbers into the poem in the form of guessing words. For example, lower the bead curtain, burn the incense, go to the divination, go to the divination, it is one; ask the Heaven, whose family Nong's daughter will fall into, go to the divination, it is two; and so on …"
Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly understood and praised Xue Baochai's brilliant poem.
Xue Baochai looked at Song Qingshu with some surprise. She thought that Baoyu was really smart. It seemed that he just didn't like to read before.
The girl in yellow couldn't help but stare at him a few times. Song Qingshu smiled and thought that although he was not familiar with these ancient poems, he had played this kind of guessing game in his later life.
"Young master is really talented." The maidservant stared at Xue Baochai and praised. Obviously, Xue Baochai's handsomeness made the little girl a little confused. After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the crowd with a blushing face. "Is there anyone else?"
"Since it's like this, I will also imitate it." The girl in yellow said lightly.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but look sideways. He thought that even she was involved. If these two women finally won the top courtesan, how would these women end up in bed?
Soon, the maidservant read out the poem written by the girl in yellow. "Come downstairs, the money is divined; ask the Heaven, where is the person? Hate the royal grandson, go all the way; hate the enemy, go all the way. Regret in the past, I made a mistake, there is no friend below. Is there a need to ask? Separate without a knife, from now on do not rely on the enemy, a thousand kinds of lovesickness are written off. "
She used a similar technique to Xue Baochai. Just now, the confusion was solved. This time, the people around understood.
However, Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at the girl in yellow. Why did it feel like she was describing what happened between them? Were they really going to become enemies?
The maidservant's eyes lit up. Obviously, the girl in yellow's handsomeness had left a deep impression on her. "Young master is really talented!"
After that, the House of Red Sleeves tabulated the number of people who passed the first two rounds and invited them to the second floor. Xue Pan looked around excitedly. In comparison, Song Qingshu was much calmer. Xue Baochai, who was beside him, had a solemn expression. No one knew what she was thinking and she was secretly observing the surroundings. The girl in yellow still had a cold expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest. However, it made sense. With her martial arts, even if there was any danger in this remote town, it wouldn't be able to hurt her.
Very quickly, they were led into an elegant room. The room was quite spacious, and even with nearly ten people sitting inside, it did not feel crowded at all. Very quickly, a slim and beautiful figure slowly walked out from behind the screen, "Sorry for making you wait for so long, Yuyan is impolite."
"Master Hua is too polite."
"Miss Yuyan is too kind."
"I didn't think so just now, but now that I've seen you up close, you're truly a stunning beauty."
"Isn't that obvious? I already thought that Miss Yuyan was devastatingly beautiful."
…
The group was unusually excited. Among them, Xue Pan was the most active. The Lu brothers barely managed to keep their composure. After all, they had seen Huang Rong and Guo Fu often in Xiangyang and had a certain level of composure.
The ones who were the calmest were Song Qingshu, the girl in yellow, and Xue Baochai. The other two were women and naturally wouldn't be blinded by lust. Song Qingshu's current vision and composure were naturally far beyond that of an ordinary person.
The girl's beauty didn't cause any ripples in his heart. Instead, he thought to himself, "This Hua Kui seems to know martial arts, and it's not a weak one at that. Interesting."
Hua Yuyan took in everyone's reactions and smiled. "Lu Liu, serve the tea."
"Yes." The pretty maidservant at the side began to serve tea to everyone.
Xue Pan instinctively replied, "We're already here, how can we be in the mood to drink tea? Miss Yuyan, quickly tell us how to compete in the third round."
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