Flower Stealing Master Chapter 2078: Level 3

Xue Baochai couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Baoyu, do you know that oiran?"

The woman in the yellow shirt on the side pretended not to care, but actually quietly pricked her ears.

Song Qingshu shook his head blankly: "I don't know him." He recalled that whether it was his original identity or other identities after changing his appearance, he had never seen this oiran before. He had a very good memory of himself. Confident, but not a scumbag like Duan Zhengchun, who saw Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple Conference, and he was not sure if he had ever had a relationship with her.

"Then why did she help you?" Xue Baochai looked suspicious, knowing that the poem written by the other party just now didn't make sense, but the oiran changed it at will. It was a good poem.

"Maybe you think I'm handsome?" Song Qingshu shrugged, and I didn't want to do this.

Xue Pan laughed and put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Baoyu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I found you are getting shameless and shameless. You are almost catching up with my brother and me."

Xue Baochai rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to these two weird flowers.

"Is there anything the son-in-law made?" the maid asked, glanced around.

The noise in the field suddenly became quieter. Although the Song Dynasty is prosperous, there are so many writers in a remote town, even in the city of Lin'an. In a short period of time, there may not be many talents who can make a suitable topic. Poems come.

Just when everyone thought it was about to end, Xue Baochai stood up: "I happen to have one here too."

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 dissatisfied: "Why, if you can go, I can't go?"

"Aren't you just being a fool, we are men, and you are a woman, can this be the same?" Xue Pan was really anxious, and worried about his sister's reputation, "In such a place, go to a girl's house. , What kind of system is it?"

Xue Baochai shook his head: "Anyway, no one knows that I am a female. Do you have to shout loudly to let everyone know?"

When she said this, Xue Pan didn't dare to say anything anymore, for fear of being heard by others.

At this time, the maid took Xue Baochai's paper and read: "Let down the bead curtain and burn incense to divination, and ask the heavens, who the Nong’s people are, and hate Wang Lang without any truth. I can’t stop. Suppress your mouth! The relationship between the essays is not bad, and it is difficult to say a clean vernacular. It is clear that a good pair of mandarin ducks are cut off by a knife, and the slaves to throw away are exhausted. It is false to think carefully."

Song Qingshu glanced at Xue Baochai unexpectedly: "The words she wrote are so graceful and resentful, and the powdery gas is so strong, maybe someone with a heart can see that he is disguised as a man."

As soon as this song came out, the audience was quiet for a while, and soon someone raised questions:

"This article doesn't seem to come as required, right?"

"Yes, there are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety?"

……

In the face of everyone's accusations, Xue Baochai curled his lips, disdainfully explaining. After thinking about it, Song Qingshu decided to come out and help her to cheer, or let her explain it by herself, which is really a bit obscure: "Ahem, what do you know, this is the integration of numbers into the poems in the form of word guessing, for example, as follows The bead curtain burns the incense to divination, and the divination is one if it is removed. Ask the sky, who is the person of Nong, and if the person is removed from the sky, it is two; and so on..."

Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly admired Xue Baochai for his clever lyrics.

Xue Baochai glanced at Song Qingshu somewhat unexpectedly, thinking that Baoyu was really smart. It seems that he just didn't like reading before.

The girl in the yellow shirt couldn't help but stared at him for a few times. Song Qingshu smiled slightly, thinking that she was not familiar with these ancient poems, but this kind of guessing game was still played in later generations.

"The son is really talented." The maid stared at Xue Baochai in admiration. Obviously, her beauty made the little girl a little confused, and it took a long time to withdraw her gaze and look at the audience with a blushing face, "Is there still Human?"

"If this is the case, I will follow the example here." The woman in yellow shirt said lightly.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but look sideways, wondering how even she was involved. If the two women finally embrace the oiran, how will the women end up in bed?

Soon the maid read the poem written by the girl in the yellow shirt: "Come downstairs, the money will fall; ask the sky, where is the person? I hate the king and grandson, I have been going; I am a foe, it is difficult to stay. I regret it. , I missed my mouth, I have turned in but I have not turned in. Why do I have to ask if I don’t have any questions? I don’t need a knife if I separate. From now on I don’t rely on my enemies, and I put away a thousand kinds of lovesickness."

She used a technique similar to Xue Baochai's, but she was just puzzled, and the people around her understood it this time.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at the woman in the yellow shirt. What she said in it, how did she feel that she was describing the things that happened with her, is she really going to become an enemy?

The maid’s eyes lit up, and it was obvious that the beauty of the woman in the yellow shirt also left a deep impression on her: "The son is a great talent!"

After the statistics of the Red Sleeve Trick, the people who just passed the two levels were invited to the second floor. Xue Pan looked around with excitement. In contrast, Song Qingshu was much calmer. Xue Baochai beside him looked a little dignified. Knowing what was in mind, I was secretly examining the surrounding environment. The girl in the yellow shirt still had that cold and frosty expression, as if nothing could arouse her interest, but it was right to think about it. With her martial arts, such a remote town, even if there is any danger, it can't hurt her.

Soon a few people were led into an elegant room. The room was quite spacious. Nearly ten people did not feel crowded at all. Soon a slim figure walked out slowly from behind the screen: "Let you guys Waiting, Yuyan is rude."

"Hua, everyone is polite."

"Girl Yuyan made a serious statement."

"I just didn't think, now that I appreciate it so close, the girl is truly stunning in the world."

"Aren't you talking nonsense~ IndoMTL.com~ I just thought Girl Yuyan looks like an overwhelming country."

……

A group of people were very excited. Among them, Xue Pan was the most active, but the Lu brothers barely lost their minds. After all, they had often seen Huang Rong and Guo Fu in Xiangyang before, and they had a certain degree of determination.

Only Song Qingshu, Huangshan Girl and Xue Baochai are the only ones who are the most calm in the field. The other two are women. Naturally, they are not obsessed with sex. Song Qingshu's current vision and determination are naturally far from comparable to ordinary people.

The beauty of the other party did not make a ripple in his heart, but secretly thought: This oiran seems to be able to martial arts, and it is not low, it is interesting.

Hua Yuyan glanced at everyone's reaction and smiled slightly: "Green willows serve tea."

"Yes." The pretty girl next to her began to serve tea to everyone.

Xue Pan replied instinctively: "It's all here, how can we be in the mood to drink tea, Yuyan girl hurry up and make a debut, how can we compare the third level?"