Chapter 2078 The Third Level

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Xue Baochai couldn't help but asked suspiciously, "Baoyu, do you know that Hua Kui?"

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

Song Qingshu shook his head blankly: "I don't know." He recalled that whether it was his original identity or the other identities after disguise, he had never met this Hua Kui. He was very confident in his memory. It's not Duan Zhengchun's scumbag who goes everywhere. When he saw Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple Conference, 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 it was arbitrarily changed by the Hua Kui, but it was a good poem.

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

Xue Pan laughed, put his arms around his shoulder 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 catching up with my brother and me."

Xue Baochai rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to these two strange creatures.

"Has your son made it yet?" The maid glanced around and asked.

The noise in the field suddenly became quieter. Although the Song Dynasty was prosperous, how could there be so many writers in a remote town? Even in Lin'an City, there may not be many talented people who can make poems that fit the title in a short period of time.

Just when everyone thought it was coming to an end, Xue Baochai stood up: "I happen to have a song here too."

Song Qingshu and Xue Pan, who were at the same table, were stunned for a while, and Xue Pan even whispered, "Are you crazy?"

Xue Baochai snorted and said dissatisfiedly, "Why, if you can go, I can't?"

"Aren't you fooling around, we are men and you are women, can this be the same?" Xue Pan was really anxious, and was worried about his sister's name, "What's the point of you going to a girl's house in a place like this? System?"

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

Hearing her say this, Xue Pan really didn't dare to say anything, for fear of being heard by others.

At this time, the maid took Xue Baochai's paper and read: "Go down the bead curtain and burn incense to go to the divination, and ask the sky, where does Nong's people belong?

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, Hate Wang Lang for not having any sincerity at all. I can't stop, I'll press my mouth! The word friendship is not bad, and it is difficult to say a clean vernacular when dyed into soap. It is clear that a pair of good mandarin ducks were cut off by a knife, and the slaves who were thrown were exhausted and weak. The mouth and the heart are both false after careful consideration. "

Song Qingshu glanced at Xue Baochai unexpectedly: "The words she wrote are so graceful and resentful, and the powdery air 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 quiet for a moment, and soon someone questioned:

"This article doesn't seem to come as requested, does it?"

"Yes, how can there be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety?"

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In the face of everyone's accusations, Xue Baochai pouted and looked disdainful to explain. After thinking about it, Song Qingshu decided to come out and help her to help her. Otherwise, let her explain it herself, which is really a bit overwhelming: "Cough, what do you know, this is to incorporate numbers into poetry in the form of charades, such as the following Burning incense to the bead curtain to divination, and going down to remove the divination, it is one; ask the sky, who is the son of Nong, and the sky removes the man and it is two; and so on..."

Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized that they praised Xue Baochai for his brilliant lyrics.

Xue Baochai glanced at Song Qingshu in surprise, thinking that Baoyu is really smart, it seems that he just didn't like reading before.

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

"Young master is really talented." The maid stared at Xue Baochai with admiration, obviously her beauty made the little girl a little confused, she took a long time to look back, and her face turned red as she looked at the audience, "Is there anyone else? "

"In that case, let me follow the example here." The woman in the yellow shirt spoke lightly.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but look sideways, thinking how could she even get involved, if the two women finally got married, how would the women end up on the bed?

Soon the maid read the poem written by the woman in yellow shirt: "Come downstairs, the money will fall; ask the sky, where is the person? I hate the king and grandson, I have gone all the way; Mouth, there is a hand in and no hand in. Why do you need to ask me? You don’t need a knife to separate, and from now on, don’t rely on your enemies, and write off a thousand kinds of lovesickness.”

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Xue Baochai's skills were similar, but they had just been puzzled, and the people around them understood when they heard it this time.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at the woman in yellow shirt. What she said here felt like she was describing the things that happened to her, did she really want to become an enemy?

The maid's eyes lit up, obviously the beauty of the yellow shirt girl also left a deep impression on her: "Young master is talented!"

After the statistics of the red sleeve tricks, the people who had just passed the two levels were invited to the second floor. Xue Pan looked around excitedly. Song Qingshu was much calmer in comparison. Xue Baochai next to him looked a little dignified. What, secretly examining 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, it wouldn't hurt her.

Soon a few people were led into an elegant room. The room was quite spacious. Nearly ten people were seated without feeling crowded at all. Soon, a slender figure slowly walked out from behind the screen: "Please wait for a long time, young masters. Rain and smoke is disrespectful."

"Everyone is welcome."

"Miss Yuyan is serious."

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

"Aren't you talking nonsense, just now I felt that Miss Yuyan has the appearance 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 kept their composure. After all, they had often seen Huang Rong and Guo Fu in Xiangyang before, and they had a certain amount of determination.

Only Song Qingshu, the girl in yellow shirt, and Xue Baochai were the most calm in the field. The other two were women, so naturally they wouldn't be fascinated by sex. Song Qingshu's vision and determination today were naturally far from being comparable to ordinary people.

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

Hua Yuyan took a panoramic view of everyone's reaction, and smiled slightly: "Green willow tea."

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

Xue Pan replied instinctively: "We're all here, how can we drink tea, Miss Yuyan, hurry up and come out, how do you compare the third level?"

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