Xue Baochai couldn't help asking doubtfully, "Baoyu, do you know that oiran?"
The woman in yellow shirt next to her pretended not to care, but actually quietly pricked up her ears.
Song Qingshu shook his head blankly: "I don't know you." He recalled that no matter his original identity or the other identities after his disguise, he had never met this oiran. He was very confident in his memory. It's not Duan Zhengchun's kind of scumbag who goes around wandering around. When he saw Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple meeting, he was not sure if he had ever had a relationship with her.
"Then why did she help you?" Xue Baochai looked suspicious. You must know that the poem written by the other party just now does not make sense, but the oiran changed it at will, but it was a good poem.
"Maybe it's because I think I'm handsome?" Song Qingshu shrugged, as if I didn't want to do that either.
Xue Pan laughed, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Baoyu, I haven't seen you for a long time, I find that you are becoming more and more shameless, and you are almost as good as my brother and me."
Xue Baochai rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to these two strange things.
"Is there any other ones made by the young master?" The servant girl glanced around and asked.
The noise in the field suddenly became quieter. Although the Song Dynasty had a prosperous literary style, how can there be so many writers in a remote town? Even in Lin'an City, there may not be many talented people who can write poems that fit the topic in a short period of time.
Just when everyone thought it was about to end, Xue Baochai stood up: "I just happen to have a song here."
Song Qingshu and Xue Pan at the same table were taken aback, and Xue Pan even whispered, "Are you crazy?"
Xue Baochai snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "Why, you can go, but I can't?"
"Aren't you fooling around, we are men and you are women, can it be the same?" Xue Pan was really anxious, and worried about his sister's reputation, "How can you go to a girl's house in such a place? System?"
Xue Baochai shook her head: "Anyway, no one knows that I am a woman, so you have to shout loudly to let everyone know?"
Hearing what she said, Xue Pan really didn't dare to say anything, for fear of being overheard by others.
At this time, the servant girl took Xue Baochai's paper and began to read: "Go under the bead curtain and burn incense to divination, ask the heaven, whose family will Nong's son fall into, and hate Wang Lang for not having a single word of truth. If you want to stop, I will keep my mouth shut." ! There is no bad friendship in writing, but it is difficult to speak an innocent sentence when it is stained with soap. It is clear that a pair of good mandarin ducks were cut off by a knife, and the slaves who threw them were exhausted and exhausted. After careful consideration, both words and hearts are false."
Song Qingshu glanced at Xue Baochai unexpectedly: "Her lyrics are so graceful and resentful, and her makeup is so strong, maybe someone with a heart can see that he is a woman disguised as a man."
As soon as this song came out, the audience was silent for a moment, and soon someone raised a question:
"This article doesn't seem to come as required?"
"Yes, how can there be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety?"
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Facing the accusations from everyone, Xue Baochai curled her lips, showing disdain to explain. Song Qingshu thought about it and decided to come out and cheer her up, otherwise it would be a bit out of character for her to explain by herself: "Ahem, what do you know? This is to integrate numbers into poems in the form of crossword puzzles. For example, Burn incense on the bead curtain to divination, go down and drop the divination, it is one; ask the sky, whose family will the people of Nong fall into, the sky removes the people, it is two; and so on... "
Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized that they all praised Xue Baochai's brilliant lyrics.
Xue Baochai glanced at Song Qingshu in surprise, thinking that Baoyu was really smart, it seems that he just didn't like reading in the past.
The girl in yellow couldn't help staring at him a few times, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, thinking that he was not familiar with these ancient poems, but later generations had played this kind of guessing game.
"The young master is indeed a great talent." The servant girl stared at Xue Baochai in admiration, apparently her beauty made the little girl a little distracted, she took a long time to look away, and looked at the audience with a red face, "Is there anyone else? "
"In that case, let me follow the example here." The woman in yellow said lightly.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but look sideways, thinking how could she even get involved, if the two women finally embraced the oiran, how would the women end up on the bed
Soon the servant girl read the poem written by Huang Shinu: "Come downstairs, the money will fall; ask the heaven, where is the person? I hate the king and grandson, and I have been going; I am an enemy, and it is difficult to leave. I regret that I missed it. There is a hand over, but there is no hand over. Why do you need to ask? There is no need to separate with a knife, and from now on, don't rely on the enemy. Thousands of lovesickness will be wiped out."
She used a technique similar to Xue Baochai's, but she had just been dispelled, and the people around her understood it as soon as they heard it this time.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at the woman in yellow shirt. What she said here, why does it feel like she is describing the things that happened to her? Could it be that she is really going to become an enemy
The servant girl's eyes lit up, obviously the beauty of the girl in yellow shirt also left a deep impression on her: "Young master is a great talent!"
Next, according to the statistics of the red sleeve tricks, those who had just passed the two levels were invited to the second floor. Xue Pan looked around excitedly, but Song Qingshu was much calmer in comparison. What, secretly looking at the surrounding environment. The woman in the yellow shirt still had that frosty expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest, but she was right, with her martial arts, even if there was any danger in such a remote town, she would not be able to hurt her.
Soon a few people were ushered into an elegant room, the room was quite spacious, and there were nearly ten people sitting there without feeling crowded, and soon a slim and graceful figure slowly walked out from behind the screen: "Keep your gentlemen waiting, Yuyan is sorry."
"Everyone, please be polite."
"Miss Yuyan speaks too seriously."
"I didn't realize it just now, but now that I appreciate it so closely, the girl is really beautiful in the world."
"Aren't you talking nonsense, just now I thought that Miss Yuyan has the beauty of a country and a city."
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A group of people were very excited, among them Xue Pan was the most active, but the Lu brothers barely lost their composure. After all, they had often seen Huang Rong and Guo Fu in Xiangyang before, so they had a certain amount of concentration.
Only Song Qingshu, Huang Shinu and Xue Baochai were the most calm people in the field. The other two were women, so naturally they would not be obsessed with sex. Song Qingshu's current vision and concentration are naturally far beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
The beauty of the other party did not cause a ripple in his heart, but he secretly thought: This oiran seems to know martial arts, and it's not low, so it's interesting.
Hua Yuyan had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions, and smiled slightly: "Tea on the green willow."
"Yes." The pretty maid next to her started serving tea to everyone.
Xue Pan instinctively replied: "It's all here, how can we be in the mood to drink tea, Miss Yuyan, hurry up and draw the road, how should the third level be compared?"