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

There was a lot of noise downstairs.

Upstairs, "It's your turn, Senior Brother Xiao," said Prince Li Ruize with a smile on his face.

He just raised his hand slightly, and the two personal guards who were originally at a distance immediately understood and walked forward.

One of the guards, named Anhuo, swiftly removed the chessboard.

At the same time, another guard named Yue Ren respectfully presented a cup of freshly brewed Rain Pre-Longjing tea. The aroma of the tea was intoxicating.

Both of them are experts in fighting on the battlefield and have served Prince Li Ruize for many years.

The slightly taller Anhuo was specially selected by the current emperor from the secret guard camp. He has been protecting his younger brother's safety since childhood. He has a serious and resolute square face and ordinary features. He is the kind of person who would not be remembered at first sight if he were seen on the street.

Yue Ren was the younger, an elite recruited by Li Ruize on the battlefield. He looked more like a scholar than a warrior, with a slightly more refined demeanor. Both were top-tier secret guards, the kind the nobles desired but could not possess.

"I'll be back soon," Xiao Beimo said with a smile. He gently stroked his long-growth beard, as if it were a symbol of his status.

Then he put one hand behind his back and walked downstairs slowly, showing a calm and confident posture.

As he reached the stairs, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Mr. Bei Mo is here!" The voice was clear and loud, and it seemed to be from a young man. Everyone who had been making so much noise turned around and looked towards the stairs.

When Xiao Beimo heard the call, there was no trace of surprise on his face, as if this kind of call was already common to him. He did not pause for a moment and continued to walk slowly downstairs.

Everyone's eyes moved towards the stairs, and they saw a man wearing a black auspicious cloud robe with gold piping, a silver crown in his hair, and a white jade hairpin with cloud pattern pinned in his hair, which was passed through the crown.

This is a middle-aged man whose face is not handsome. He has a slightly long face, but fortunately his facial features are regular. He has a long beard and one hand behind his back. He has a slender figure and a dignified manner. His every move reveals a sense of elegance.

The restaurant hall, which was originally as bustling as a vegetable market, suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Xiao Beimo touched his beard habitually and asked with a smile: "Su Yu, which student is it?"

Su Yu moved the wooden chair under him, and the wooden chair rubbed against the wooden floor, making an uncontrollable sizzling sound.

Only then could he slowly stand up with his fat body. Su Yu bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Beimo, I am your student."

Xiao Beimo looked at the young man who was speaking, observing him closely. He saw that he was about seven and a half feet tall, with a stout build, thick arms and legs, and a waist as thick as a barrel, with no curve at all. (P.S.: Seven and a half feet in this dynasty is roughly equivalent to 7cm in modern times.)

Only after the young man finished his greeting could I see his face clearly. His face was round, and the accumulation of fat made it seem as if only a tiny gap could be seen. However, his skin was unusually white and tender without a single pore.

This young man was so different from what he had imagined that he couldn't help but feel a deep disappointment in his eyes.

If he had not read the peach blossom poem, his reaction would not have been so great. It was just that the artistic conception of the poem was too beautiful, as if he saw peach blossoms and beauty right in front of him, and a handsome young man waiting for the beauty.

Suddenly seeing the huge contrast between Su Yu and his poems, he found it hard to accept for a moment.

(If Xiao Beimo were a modern person, he would understand what it means to meet someone online and die in the spotlight.)

He originally wanted to take her as his disciple, but when he saw Su Yu, he really didn’t like her!!!

Su Yu certainly didn't know that because of his appearance, he missed out on a great scholar of the time.

Of course, even if Su Yu knew, there was nothing he could do. After all, fat is not gained by eating a single bite, nor can it be reduced by eating a single bite.

However, Xiao Beimo did not show any disgust on his face, and still praised Su Yu sincerely. Although he could not become his apprentice, he was really amazed by this poem about peach blossoms.

So he recited in his clear and rich voice, "Last year on this day, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other in this door. I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

He nodded slightly and praised Su Yu, saying, "You are a promising young man. The words used in this poem describing peach blossoms are exquisite.

It depicts both peach blossoms and a girl who is like peach blossoms, and recalls the girl I met among the peach blossoms last year. It can be called a rare masterpiece in the history of this dynasty.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. I'm truly humbled," Su Yu replied respectfully. There wasn't a trace of pride or complacency in his tone, which only made Xiao Beimo admire him even more.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, but Su Yu's appearance was really not to his liking.

Then, he glanced at the shopkeeper, who had been waiting for a long time and immediately handed over the pine needle wine that had been prepared long ago, and respectfully handed it to Xie An, Su Yu's personal servant.

Xie An took it carefully. He was also secretly happy for Su Yu, but he was used to not showing his joy on his face, and only people close to him could see the slightly raised curve in his expression.

Xie Nanxing, who was standing next to him, had eyes sparkling on her thin and yellow face, full of admiration for the young master.

The wine bottle is a long-necked ceramic bottle with a bean green glaze, the porcelain color is uniform, and the porcelain surface is carved with a lifelike pine needle pattern. The bottle itself is so exquisite that even those who know the art will be amazed, knowing that this wine bottle is something special.

Xiao Beimo still seemed to think it was not enough and glanced at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper quickly took out a green purse with exquisite embroidery from his sleeve and handed it to the servant Xie An. The purse was embroidered with a few green bamboo leaves, which was very elegant and beautiful.

Only then did Xiao Beimo reveal a satisfied expression.

Su Yu understood that this was an unexpected reward, so he bowed to Xiao Beimo again and said to him sincerely: "Thank you for your appreciation, sir. I am really unworthy of it."

He was speaking from his heart. Plagiarism was wrong. If he hadn't been tricked by those dogs of Song Xuanzhi, he wouldn't have plagiarized other people's works.

His respectful attitude made Xiao Beimo praise him even more, and his liking for him rose to a new level.

Qin Yuehua in the crowd felt a little regretful that she didn't get the pine needle wine this time, but she was convinced of her defeat in the poem. It was just a pity about the jar of wine, and she didn't know if she could let him give it up.

Song Xuanzhi and the other two were so angry that they were about to go crazy. Not only did this fail to embarrass Su Yu, but it made him famous.

Song Xuanzhi clenched his fists, his pupils drooping slightly. This time, Su Yu was lucky, but it wouldn't be so easy next time.

Lin Lantian looked at Su Yu angrily, thinking to himself: "Su Yu must have written this question in advance and asked someone to write it for him. That must be it." He comforted himself silently.

He was not convinced, very much not convinced, but since Mr. Bei Mo praised Su Yu so much, he didn't dare to say anything more. He could only secretly think about how to teach Su Yu a lesson next time.

Han Qin was not as excited as the other two. All his attention was attracted by the graceful young lady.

Everyone went from being in disbelief at first to accepting the fact now. Everyone was just following the crowd, and while they were a little awkward at first, now they were all talking about and praising Su Yu.

I have completely forgotten how I complained before.

Some praised Su Yu for his brilliant literary talent, while others praised Su Yu as the God of Literature who had descended to earth.

At the end of the praise, even Su Yu's three-month-old belly was praised, saying it was a sign of blessing. The praise became more and more outrageous, and Su Yu said she didn't want to listen.