Xue Baochai couldn't help but ask in confusion: Baoyu, do you know that courtesan?
The woman in the yellow shirt next to her pretended not to care, but actually quietly raised her ears.
Song Qingshu shook his head blankly: I don’t know Ah.
He recalled that he had never seen this courtesan before, whether it was his original identity or the other identities he had after disguise. He was very confident in his memory, and he was not a scumbag like Duan Zhengchun who was wandering everywhere. When he saw Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple conference, he was not sure if he had had a relationship with her.
Then why did she help you?Xue Baochai looked suspicious. You should know that the poem she wrote just now was a mess, but was randomly modified by the courtesan, which was a good poem.
Maybe you think I'm handsome?Song Qingshu shrugged, as if I didn't want such a solution.
Xue Pan laughed, hugged his shoulder and said: Baoyu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I find that you are becoming more and more shameless. You are almost able to catch up with me, brother.
Xue Baochai rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to these two weirdos.
Is there anything else that the young master made?The maid glanced around and asked.
The sound of the scene suddenly became smaller. Although the literary style of the Song Dynasty was prosperous, there were not so many literary masters in a remote town. Even in Lin'an City, there were not many talented men who could write poems that fit the title in a short period of time.
Just when everyone thought it was about to end, Xue Baochai stood up: I happened to have one song here too.
Song Qingshu and Xue Pan, who were at the same table, were both stunned, and Xue Pan even whispered: Are you crazy?
Xue Baochai snorted and said dissatisfiedly: Why, you can't go, but I can't go?
Are you not making a fool of yourself? We are men and women. Can this be the same?
Xue Pan was really anxious and was worried about his sister's reputation. How could it be for you to go to a girl's house like this?
Xue Baochai shook her head: Anyway, no one knows that I am a woman. Do you have to shout loudly to let everyone know?
After hearing her say this, Xue Pan really didn't dare to say anything else, for fear that others would hear it.
At this time, the maid took Xue Baochai's paper and started to recite: Put down the pearl curtain and burn incense to divine divination, and ask the heavens, who are the people who are in, and I hate Wang Lang for not having any truth.I can't stop, I'll put my mouth on it!The words of the paper are very good, and it is difficult to say a pure word if you dye it soap.It is obvious that a pair of good mandarin ducks were cut off by a knife, and they were exhausted and exhausted.Think carefully about both the mouth and the heart are false.
Song Qingshu unexpectedly glanced at Xue Baochai: The lyrics she wrote were so graceful and resentful, and she was so flirtatious. Maybe someone who was interested could tell that he was dressed as a man.
As soon as this song came out, the audience was quiet for a moment, and someone quickly raised questions:
It seems that this article didn't come as required, right?
For Ah, how can one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, Ah?
……
Faced with everyone's accusations, Xue Baochai curled her lips, looking disdainful of explanation.
Song Qingshu thought about it and decided to come out to help her with the joke, otherwise she would explain it herself. It would be a bit distorted: Ahem, what do you know? This is to integrate numbers into poems in the form of guessing riddles, such as burning incense to divine divination, and removing divination, which is one; ask the heaven, who is the one who is left in, and the heaven is the one who removes the man from the sky; and so on...
Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized and praised Xue Baochai's mastery of writing lyrics.
Xue Baochai looked at Song Qingshu unexpectedly and thought to herself that Baoyu was indeed smart. It seemed that she just didn't like reading before.
The woman in yellow couldn't help but stare at him for a few glances. Song Qingshu smiled slightly, thinking that she was not familiar with these ancient poems, but she had played this kind of guessing puzzle game in later generations.
The young master is indeed a great talent.
The maid stared at Xue Baochai and was amazed. Obviously, her handsomeness made the little girl a little confused. It took a long time to withdraw her gaze and looked at the audience with a slightly red face. Is there anyone else?
Since that's the case, I'll follow this article.The woman in yellow spoke in a faint voice.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at her side, thinking how could she participate? If the two women finally get the courtesan home, how would the women end up in bed?
Soon the maid read out the poem written by the woman in yellow: Come downstairs, money will fall; ask the heavens, where is the man?I hate the prince and grandson and I have been gone all the time; I have been talking about enemies and it is hard to keep them.I regretted that I missed the words, and I had a higher relationship but no lower relationship.Why do you need to ask about the simplified?If you separate, don’t use a knife. From now on, don’t rely on your enemies. Thousands of lovesickness will be eliminated.
She used a technique similar to Xue Baochai. She had just been solved, and the people around her understood this time.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at the woman in yellow. Why did she feel like she was describing the things that happened to her? Are she really going to become an enemy?
The maid's eyes lit up, and it was obvious that the beauty of the woman in yellow also left a deep impression on her: Young Master, a talented man!
Next, after the statistics of Hongxiuzhao, the person who had just passed the two levels was invited to the second floor. Xue Pan looked around excitedly. Compared to this, Song Qingshu was much calmer. Xue Baochai was on the side with a bit solemn expression. I don’t know what she thought of, and was secretly examining the surrounding environment.
The woman in yellow still had the cold expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest, but she thought it was right. With her martial arts skills, such a remote town would not hurt her even if there was any danger.
Soon a few people were led into an elegant room. The room was quite spacious. Nearly ten people sat there and didn't feel crowded at all. Soon a graceful figure slowly walked out from behind the screen: Let all the young masters wait for a long time, Yuyan was rude.
Everyone, please be polite.
Miss Yuyan is so serious.
I just didn’t think that now that I appreciate it so closely, the girl is really a beauty in the world.
Are you talking nonsense? I just thought Miss Yuyan had a beautiful appearance.
……
A group of people were extremely excited, among which Xue Pan was the most active, while the Lu brothers barely lost their composure. After all, they had often seen Huang Rong and Guo Fu in Xiangyang before, and they had a certain degree of determination.
The only ones who are truly calm in the field are Song Qingshu, Huangshanwoman and Xue Baochai. The other two are both women, so they naturally won’t be fascinated. Song Qingshu’s current vision and concentration are naturally far from comparable to ordinary people.
The other party's beauty did not cause a rippling ripples in his heart, but instead he secretly thought: This courtesan seems to be good at martial arts, and it is not low, which is interesting.
Hua Yuyan captured everyone's reaction and smiled slightly: Tea on the green willow.
yes.The pretty maid next to her began to serve tea to everyone.
Xue Pan instinctively replied: It’s all here, we are not in the mood to drink tea. Miss Yuyan will set out quickly. How to compare the third level?
The woman in the yellow shirt next to her pretended not to care, but actually quietly raised her ears.
Song Qingshu shook his head blankly: I don’t know Ah.
He recalled that he had never seen this courtesan before, whether it was his original identity or the other identities he had after disguise. He was very confident in his memory, and he was not a scumbag like Duan Zhengchun who was wandering everywhere. When he saw Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple conference, he was not sure if he had had a relationship with her.
Then why did she help you?Xue Baochai looked suspicious. You should know that the poem she wrote just now was a mess, but was randomly modified by the courtesan, which was a good poem.
Maybe you think I'm handsome?Song Qingshu shrugged, as if I didn't want such a solution.
Xue Pan laughed, hugged his shoulder and said: Baoyu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I find that you are becoming more and more shameless. You are almost able to catch up with me, brother.
Xue Baochai rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to these two weirdos.
Is there anything else that the young master made?The maid glanced around and asked.
The sound of the scene suddenly became smaller. Although the literary style of the Song Dynasty was prosperous, there were not so many literary masters in a remote town. Even in Lin'an City, there were not many talented men who could write poems that fit the title in a short period of time.
Just when everyone thought it was about to end, Xue Baochai stood up: I happened to have one song here too.
Song Qingshu and Xue Pan, who were at the same table, were both stunned, and Xue Pan even whispered: Are you crazy?
Xue Baochai snorted and said dissatisfiedly: Why, you can't go, but I can't go?
Are you not making a fool of yourself? We are men and women. Can this be the same?
Xue Pan was really anxious and was worried about his sister's reputation. How could it be for you to go to a girl's house like this?
Xue Baochai shook her head: Anyway, no one knows that I am a woman. Do you have to shout loudly to let everyone know?
After hearing her say this, Xue Pan really didn't dare to say anything else, for fear that others would hear it.
At this time, the maid took Xue Baochai's paper and started to recite: Put down the pearl curtain and burn incense to divine divination, and ask the heavens, who are the people who are in, and I hate Wang Lang for not having any truth.I can't stop, I'll put my mouth on it!The words of the paper are very good, and it is difficult to say a pure word if you dye it soap.It is obvious that a pair of good mandarin ducks were cut off by a knife, and they were exhausted and exhausted.Think carefully about both the mouth and the heart are false.
Song Qingshu unexpectedly glanced at Xue Baochai: The lyrics she wrote were so graceful and resentful, and she was so flirtatious. Maybe someone who was interested could tell that he was dressed as a man.
As soon as this song came out, the audience was quiet for a moment, and someone quickly raised questions:
It seems that this article didn't come as required, right?
For Ah, how can one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, Ah?
……
Faced with everyone's accusations, Xue Baochai curled her lips, looking disdainful of explanation.
Song Qingshu thought about it and decided to come out to help her with the joke, otherwise she would explain it herself. It would be a bit distorted: Ahem, what do you know? This is to integrate numbers into poems in the form of guessing riddles, such as burning incense to divine divination, and removing divination, which is one; ask the heaven, who is the one who is left in, and the heaven is the one who removes the man from the sky; and so on...
Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized and praised Xue Baochai's mastery of writing lyrics.
Xue Baochai looked at Song Qingshu unexpectedly and thought to herself that Baoyu was indeed smart. It seemed that she just didn't like reading before.
The woman in yellow couldn't help but stare at him for a few glances. Song Qingshu smiled slightly, thinking that she was not familiar with these ancient poems, but she had played this kind of guessing puzzle game in later generations.
The young master is indeed a great talent.
The maid stared at Xue Baochai and was amazed. Obviously, her handsomeness made the little girl a little confused. It took a long time to withdraw her gaze and looked at the audience with a slightly red face. Is there anyone else?
Since that's the case, I'll follow this article.The woman in yellow spoke in a faint voice.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at her side, thinking how could she participate? If the two women finally get the courtesan home, how would the women end up in bed?
Soon the maid read out the poem written by the woman in yellow: Come downstairs, money will fall; ask the heavens, where is the man?I hate the prince and grandson and I have been gone all the time; I have been talking about enemies and it is hard to keep them.I regretted that I missed the words, and I had a higher relationship but no lower relationship.Why do you need to ask about the simplified?If you separate, don’t use a knife. From now on, don’t rely on your enemies. Thousands of lovesickness will be eliminated.
She used a technique similar to Xue Baochai. She had just been solved, and the people around her understood this time.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at the woman in yellow. Why did she feel like she was describing the things that happened to her? Are she really going to become an enemy?
The maid's eyes lit up, and it was obvious that the beauty of the woman in yellow also left a deep impression on her: Young Master, a talented man!
Next, after the statistics of Hongxiuzhao, the person who had just passed the two levels was invited to the second floor. Xue Pan looked around excitedly. Compared to this, Song Qingshu was much calmer. Xue Baochai was on the side with a bit solemn expression. I don’t know what she thought of, and was secretly examining the surrounding environment.
The woman in yellow still had the cold expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest, but she thought it was right. With her martial arts skills, such a remote town would not hurt her even if there was any danger.
Soon a few people were led into an elegant room. The room was quite spacious. Nearly ten people sat there and didn't feel crowded at all. Soon a graceful figure slowly walked out from behind the screen: Let all the young masters wait for a long time, Yuyan was rude.
Everyone, please be polite.
Miss Yuyan is so serious.
I just didn’t think that now that I appreciate it so closely, the girl is really a beauty in the world.
Are you talking nonsense? I just thought Miss Yuyan had a beautiful appearance.
……
A group of people were extremely excited, among which Xue Pan was the most active, while the Lu brothers barely lost their composure. After all, they had often seen Huang Rong and Guo Fu in Xiangyang before, and they had a certain degree of determination.
The only ones who are truly calm in the field are Song Qingshu, Huangshanwoman and Xue Baochai. The other two are both women, so they naturally won’t be fascinated. Song Qingshu’s current vision and concentration are naturally far from comparable to ordinary people.
The other party's beauty did not cause a rippling ripples in his heart, but instead he secretly thought: This courtesan seems to be good at martial arts, and it is not low, which is interesting.
Hua Yuyan captured everyone's reaction and smiled slightly: Tea on the green willow.
yes.The pretty maid next to her began to serve tea to everyone.
Xue Pan instinctively replied: It’s all here, we are not in the mood to drink tea. Miss Yuyan will set out quickly. How to compare the third level?
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