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

The young Confucian scholar was so ashamed that he felt embarrassed.

But he still knew how to correct his mistakes. He bowed and clasped his fists, and made a great salute to Su Yu: "Brother Su, I have studied for several years in vain, but I am not as good as you, a young man who has not even reached the age of twenty. I will learn from your teachings today." After saying that, he was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he covered his face with his wide sleeves and left in a hurry.

Qin Yuehua looked at the young man in blue who was talking in front of her, and her eyes gradually softened.

He looked different from most people. He was tall and broad, as steady and reliable as a small mountain. He wore a simple blue shirt, and a blue belt tied his hair neatly up, revealing his white and thick neck.

His shoulders were broad and solid, giving him a sense of security. Although his body was as thick as a barrel, this did not affect his charm, but instead made people feel that he was particularly down-to-earth and reliable.

Qin Yuehua quietly stared at the boy's back, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

For the first time in this world, since her mother passed away, someone other than her grandfather was willing to stand up for her.

Although we met by chance in the mountains last time, and this time we met again, we were just strangers after all. Besides, I was wearing a veil today, so he definitely didn't recognize me.

And after hearing his novel interpretation today, she felt an indescribable emotion spreading in her chest, as if there was a wild beast in her chest about to break out of its cage.

The shopkeeper of Jinling Tower had cold sweat on his forehead and was extremely anxious. Looking at the students arguing with each other, he was really afraid that if he was not careful, the matter would get out of hand and it would be difficult to resolve. It was not a good topic to bring about such confrontation between men and women.

So he didn't care about anything else and hurried to the second floor. When he reached the door, he asked the guard outside for permission. After getting permission, he carefully pushed the door open and walked in.

At first glance, Mr. Bei Mo was sitting calmly at the table in the private room. He was stroking his beard and concentrating on playing chess with the elegant, noble and handsome middle-aged man opposite him.

The middle-aged man was dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with an elegant and dignified temperament. His every move exuded a charm that was hard to ignore.

Behind the man stood two imposing personal servants. They were tall and straight, with stern expressions, and exuded a fierce aura.

When the shopkeeper's eyes accidentally swept over them, the two men's sharp eyes immediately shot over, as if they could penetrate people's souls.

The shopkeeper suddenly felt a chill, and a trace of fear surged in his heart. He quickly lowered his head and never dared to look up again.

The two players on the chessboard were fighting back and forth, with the two sides locked in a fierce battle. Mr. Bei Mo, holding the white pieces, was defending well, but his attack was somewhat lacking.

The man in gorgeous clothes on the opposite side played the black chess pieces. He was decisive and murderous. Every move was full of murderous intent. He pressed forward step by step, putting the white chess pieces in a passive position.

Soon, the white pieces were surrounded by the black pieces, attacked from both sides. Faced with such a predicament, Mr. Bei Mo fought hard, but ultimately, he was powerless. At the last moment, he had no power left to fight back and had no choice but to surrender.

"You lose." The handsome man opposite smiled slightly, looking calm, as if he had already won.

He gently placed the chess piece in his hand back into the chess box with an elegant and graceful movement, showing a noble royal temperament.

Bei Mo originally had an ethereal and elegant demeanor, and was highly sought after by thousands of students, but now he immediately became frowsy and scowling, completely losing the demeanor of a scholar.

He muttered, "Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young?"

The handsome man chuckled softly, his deep, rich voice as melodious as a cello: "But we are obviously the same age, brother."

Xiao Beimo couldn't help but smile bitterly, not wanting to admit that although he was also thirty-five, he had a mature and elder face that surpassed his peers.

The man opposite was his junior apprentice. Both were close disciples of Prime Minister Qin Hui. His apprentice's name was Li Ruize, the younger brother of the current emperor, Li Ruian, and because of his exceptionally handsome appearance, he was given the title Ye Wang, which signifies beauty and sunshine. He was greatly beloved by both the late emperor and the current emperor.

At first glance, the junior brother's face was as delicate as a sculpture, with sharp eyebrows, narrow and long phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a clear jawline, a long neck, a tall body with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and strong chest muscles that made his clothes look three-dimensional and stylish.

Today, my junior brother was wearing a light golden round-necked wide-sleeved robe, a jade-shaped golden crown on his head, a gold-threaded hollow leather jade belt around his waist, and a high-quality crescent fish pendant hanging on the belt.

Although he is already thirty years old, he still looks like a handsome young man. He is more mature than ordinary teenagers, which adds to his charm. No wonder there are so many people who admire him over the years, and their admiration has never stopped because of his indifference.

It was truly unfair. Whenever the two of them attended events together, I would always be mistaken for his elder by people who didn't know them. It was truly terrifying.

The shopkeeper, who had been watching the situation closely, saw that both players had stopped playing and guessed that the game was over.

He hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said to Xiao Beimo, "Boss, there's a woman downstairs who wants to participate in our poetry competition!"

Then, the shopkeeper briefly recounted what had just happened and specifically mentioned Su Yu's point of view.

"Interesting," Prince Li Ruize praised. His aura was softened by the curve of his mouth.

Bei Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he ordered: "Let that young lady participate and say it was my idea."

"Yes," the shopkeeper hurriedly left.