Female-male sex: Salted fish forced to rise to prominence

Upstairs, there was a table full of exquisite dishes that the beauty had not eaten, and Bai Mufan did not eat either. He picked up the wine jug and poured himself the Jinling Restaurant's signature wine, Bamboo Leaf Green.

The taste was soft and slightly bitter. He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, one cup after another. He was in no hurry. He just wanted to see who would end up with the pine needle wine. Then he would use the mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole waited behind.

Downstairs, the waiter called out loudly: "Students who have registered, please come to the first floor hall to write."

When Lin Lantian's name was mentioned, Su Yu didn't even raise his eyelids. He was not interested at all.

When Su Yu's name was called, he was so surprised that the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces due to shaking.

He opened his eyes wide, his face full of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Su Yu thought, could it be that they have the same name and surname?

Noticing Su Yu's unusual panic, Lin Lantian and Song Xuanzhi looked at each other, and there was calculation in their eyes.

Song Xuanzhi thought, I'm going to make you look bad today.

Lin Lantian thought sinisterly: "You are just a young master from a wealthy family. I will make you look bad in public and see how you can show off in the future."

Han Qin next to him also had a gloomy look in his eyes, as if he was enjoying the show.

Su Yu didn't notice their eye contact. Puzzled, she ran downstairs and asked the waiter at the registration desk. He asked, "Do you have another student named Su Yu here?" Xie An and his sister followed closely behind, curiously stretching their necks.

At this moment, Song Xuanzhi and the other two also came down. He smiled like a Maitreya Buddha and said, "I have heard a lot about Su Yu. Brother Su is very talented and is best at writing poetry. This time, let us brothers see him."

An expression that said, "Su Yu, don't be so modest."

Lin Lantian also winked at Su Yu and said, "Brother Su, show us your strength today. There's no need to be so modest."

Su Yu couldn't bear to watch Lin Lantian's ugly face with pits and wrinkles making such a grimacing gesture.

"Yes, yes, Brother Su, don't be shy, just experience us directly," Han Qin smiled with a sly look in his eyes, and his squinting eyes, which were not big to begin with, became even narrower, and coupled with his short stature, he looked really wretched.

The three of them sang in unison, not giving Su Yu any chance to interrupt. They simply wanted to roast him on the fire, and the word "bad intentions" was almost written on their faces.

Su Yu already understood that it was these bastards who were causing trouble again. They really deserved to be punished. If it were his original self, he would have made a fool of himself and been ridiculed again.

But as a modern man, what kind of poetry can he write? But if you want to see him make a fool of himself, that's impossible. With China's 5,000-year-old culture, it's okay for him to copy a poem.

After all, he had already discovered from his original body's memory that this dynasty was one he had never seen in history books, so he didn't have to worry about copying poems that had already been written by others.

So Su Yu pretended to be incredulous and embarrassed. When the three of them saw this, they couldn't suppress their smiles any more.

Xie An and Xie Nanxing, the brother and sister, looked at their master with worries on their faces, but there was nothing they could do. They were businessmen and didn't know how to write poems or lyrics.

Lin Lantian even began to fantasize that with the help of Su Yu, a fool, his strength would be noticed by Mr. Bei Mo, and it would be possible that he would be allowed to enter Bei Mo Academy as an exception.

Su Yu is quite a celebrity in Taohua County. When his name is mentioned, people immediately react and wonder, who is he?

After all, Taohua County is not a big place, and there were not many entertainment activities in ancient times. Even if there were, they were played by the upper class nobles, such as horse racing, polo, Cuju, and pitching pots. Ordinary people could rarely participate, so any gossip would be spread all over the place.

A young student joked: "Su Yu is the idiot from the Su family in Beijing who has been abandoned for many years. Does he know what poetry is?"

Another middle-aged scholar who was a little older shook his head and muttered: "He is really a rotten tree that cannot be carved."

Everyone: "As long as you are thick-skinned enough, anyone can write a couple of poems, hahahaha."

The burly man who couldn't read or write: "Hahaha, that fat guy can write poems. I think he can only eat. If the time comes, I will write one too. Maybe it will be better than Su Yu's."

Su Yu listened to the people's ridicule. If he was not a person who paid attention to his personal image, he would have rolled his eyes to the sky. He touched his big belly that was about three months old, and it seemed that he had no image at all.

Looking at this group of people who wanted to laugh at him, Su Yu thought, then he would just let them become a joke themselves. If the tiger doesn’t show its might, people will think it’s a sick cat!!!

When the waiter took out the topic written by Mr. Bei Mo on the spur of the moment and read aloud, "It is spring now. Please write a poem on the theme of peach blossoms."

Qin Yuehua came gracefully, still wearing a veil on her head, walked slowly, but sat elegantly at the writing desk.

Su Yu was at a distance from him before, but now he saw that her clothes were simple yet elegant. They were embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the neckline and cuffs were trimmed with gold, making her look low-key and luxurious.

The conspicuous gold-thread butterfly-shaped agate waist chain around her slender waist left a deep impression on Su Yu. He loved to look at all beauties, regardless of gender.

The waiter looked at the girl with noble temperament and didn't dare to step forward. He could only stop her weakly and said: "Miss, we are having a poetry competition among men. Please move aside."

The burly man teased: "Yeah, girl, come down quickly. This is a man's business. Why are you joining in the fun? You might as well go home and have the baby."

The middle-aged scholar said sternly: "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. How can she show herself in public so easily?"

Everyone echoed: "Yes, yes"

Although this dynasty was no longer so strict about the separation of men and women, poetry gatherings generally had separate seats for men and women.

But the main reason is that most women in the boudoir will not study the Four Books and Five Classics in depth like ordinary men, and writing poetry and lyrics requires more talent. It is unfair to test both men and women together.

Therefore, even if girls in the boudoir studied, they would only learn from books superficially so that they could add elegance to their husbands after getting married. They would not study too much. Girls like Qin Yuehua who were well-read in poetry and books were rare.

Facing numerous condemnations, Qin Yuehua said calmly: "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. What she means is that even if a woman does not have talent, it is a virtue to have virtues, not that a woman is virtuous even if she does not have talent."

The woman's voice was gentle and graceful, and every word she spoke was as melodious as water.

The young Confucian scholar said: "It's a sophistry. Only women and villains are difficult to raise."

Qin Yuehua was still thinking about how to refute.

Su Yu couldn't stand it any longer. A group of big men bullied a weak woman together. He said: "Brother, may I ask if your mother is a man or a woman?"

The young scholar said without thinking: "Your Excellency, you are talking nonsense. It must be a woman."

Su Yu said: "According to what you said, only women and villains are difficult to raise. Does that mean your mother is as difficult to raise as a villain?"

The scholar's face turned red when he heard this. If he said yes, he would be unfilial. If he said no, he would be denying what he had just said. No matter which one it was, he was speechless.

Su Yu also explained to him very seriously: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise." This sentence comes from the Analects of Confucius. The original words are, "Only women and villains are difficult to raise. If you get close to them, they will be disrespectful. If you keep them far away, they will complain."

"It means that it is difficult for immature women and men of low moral character to get along with each other. If they are too close, they will easily be corrupted by bad company. If they are too far away, they will easily be envied."

"It's not as you think that all women are as difficult to raise as villains."

The ladies of wealthy families who had come out to dine with their husbands, the young ladies who were at the party, and the country maids who were watching the fun, all understood Su Yu's simple and clear words.

I felt extremely happy. It was the first time I heard such an explanation in so many years. It was really gratifying and I applauded Su Yu warmly.

So this scene appeared: the ladies were gouging their husbands, meaning that they were saying, "You have studied for so many years, why have you never thought about clearing the reputation of women?"

There are also mothers who teach their sons and nephews that they should read more in the future, not follow the crowd, have their own ideas, and not just study blindly, and so on.

Su Yu certainly could not have imagined how widespread the butterfly effect of his words would be.