Fragrance Stealer

Lu Shisheng on the side smiled slightly and stood up too: "I also have..."

Someone had sent it to the back of the bead curtain long ago, and the maid quickly read it out: "Thousands of words can't be finished, I'm bored, and I lean on the railing. Climb the heights to see lonely geese. In August, mid-autumn, the moon is round and people are not round. In the middle of July, burn incense with candles." Ask the heavens, in the dog days of June, when everyone shakes their fans, I feel chilled. In May, the pomegranates are red like fire, and the flowers are watered by bursts of cold rain. In April, the loquats are not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror. Suddenly, March Peach blossoms turn with the water. Flying and falling, the kite string is broken in February. Hey, Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man!"

"Okay, this number is more!"

"The two Mr. Lu are really talented!"

"The two brothers really took advantage of it. As long as one figured it out, the other would be able to compare and write an article."

……

This time Song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud rashly, his first reaction was to look at Huang Shinu and Xue Baochai beside him.

The girl in the yellow shirt ignored him as usual, but Xue Baochai couldn't help laughing when she saw his eager eyes: "This is Zhuo Wenjun's "Poem of Resentful Lang". Admiration is also appropriate."

Xue Pan couldn't help scolding: "Hey, what, even a whore is so insincere."

Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help smiling, and the woman in yellow gave him a disgusted look, but Song Qingshu thought he was cute and straightforward.

Xue Pan didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the Lu brothers in the distance heard it too. Their faces turned black, and they stood up and cupped their hands at him: "I have heard that Mr. Xue is a great talent. I wonder if you can write an article to open our eyes." .”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of snickering in the field, what is the level of the dumb king, how could the group of them who came from Lin'an not know?

"I...I..." Being watched by a group of people, and even vaguely feeling that the oiran was staring at him, Xue Pan couldn't help but blush.

Xue Baochai on one side frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper and said, "Mr. Xue's is ready." Naturally, she didn't want to help her brother pick up girls, but she didn't want Xue's family's reputation to be ruined, so she hesitated and came out to help. brother.

The servant girl took it away and read it out: "The nineteenth moon is eight cents round, seven gifted men and six are insane, five watches, four drums and chickens singing three times, sleeping with two moons in one's arms."

Xue Baochai can't help it either, his brother's urination is well known, if he uses too literary sentences, everyone will know that he didn't write it, so this kind of doggerel is used, which is more of his style.

Xue Pan immediately swept away the decline, and applauded himself: "Good!"

The rest of the people were secretly contemptuous, and there were only sparse applause, but Xue Pan didn't care about these, and while arching his hands and returning the salute, he muttered: "Thank you, thank you."

Xue Baochai covered her eyes with her hands, feeling really ashamed.

"One big Joe and two little Joes, three-inch golden lotus and four-inch waist. Five or six or seven points of powder are applied, and the makeup is eighty or ninety." Soon someone else made it. This kind of environment, on the contrary, attracted unanimous praise from many men.

At this time, Master Lu suddenly said, "I don't know what Mr. Jia can do?" Hearing his words, a group of people looked at Song Qingshu with complicated expressions.

A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was definitely the leader among them, and no one dared to offend him, but now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family is in decline, they naturally have no scruples.Thinking of the flattery they had given him in the past, these people felt very unhappy, and were happy to see him make a fool of themselves.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, he didn't take it seriously at all, he wrote an article and handed it out, not to mention Xue Baochai, even the girl in yellow looked at it curiously, but when they saw what he wrote, the expressions of the two girls suddenly became very strange :

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, ten, twenty-three, fourteen pieces."

The woman in the yellow shirt showed even more contempt, but Xue Baochai felt that it was even more embarrassing than her brother's embarrassment just now, thinking that she would really urge Baoyu to study more when she was free in the future.

Song Qingshu didn't care, anyway, he wasn't interested in this oiran, let alone Jia Baoyu's man, so what did Song Qingshu have to do with him?

After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle from inside, obviously the oiran was also amused, Song Qingshu shrugged, took a sip of tea nonchalantly, waiting to be eliminated directly.

Unexpectedly, a beautiful voice sounded from inside: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms and never disappearing. This poem is unique, Mr. Jia has a good literary talent."

Song Qingshu almost spit out a sip of tea, and Xue Baochai and Huang Shinu on the side looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

Chapter 2078

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 down the bead curtain and burn incense to go divination, and ask the heaven, whose family will Nong's people fall into?"

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, I hate Wang Lang for not having any truth.If you want to stop, I can't stop, I will suppress it!The friendship between essays and writing is not bad, 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 are cut off by a knife, and the slaves who throw them away are exhausted and exhausted.If you think about it carefully, both your words and your heart 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?"

……

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, and 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?