In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

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Su Zhen hit the target three times, a total of twenty-four "arrows," without missing a single one. According to the bet with Lü Huiqing, Lü Huiqing needs to endure twenty-four punishments.

Excluding the two instances of Su Zhen "designating rules" and "distributing rights," there were twenty-two more. Apart from a few excessive issues, Han Zhi and his group basically dug up all of Lü Huiqing's past.

It took Lü Huiqing about an hour to complete all his punishments. Seeing his pale face, everyone laughed.

Han Zhi was worried that Su Zhen would laugh so hard she couldn't breathe, so he personally poured her a cup of tea and said, "Eighth Sister, stop laughing. Take a break and have some tea."

"Ah."

Su Zhen was completely satisfied as Han Zhi fed her water. Han Zhi even thoughtfully wiped her mouth himself.

At that moment, he felt his clothes being tugged – it was Su Zhen. Then he heard Su Zhen say, “How is it, my lord? Just now, Young Master Lü made fun of you, but now I’ve gotten justice for you.”

"Eighth Sister is amazing! When we get back, I'll buy whatever you want to eat!" Han Zhi replied in a low voice.

"Really? Then I want to eat so much, my lord, you'll have to use all your private savings to feed me today." Su Zhen said, then paused, as if he had thought of something.

But soon, she regained her usual smile and said, "Anyway, my lord doesn't mind that I'm fat, so I'll eat more and it'll be good to deduct some of your private savings."

"I'll take the money back then. I've already told Ba Niang that I like her no matter what."

"Shameless." Su Zhen rolled her eyes at Han Zhi again.

"Doesn't Eighth Sister like it?"

"Of course I do."

But at that moment, an oblivious voice rang out: "Um... Brother Han, Lady Su, let's be careful. There are still people here."

But then Su Zhen picked up another bamboo chopstick, flicked her wrist, and threw it again, hitting the target once more. She then gave Lü Huiqing a teasing look, and the latter immediately understood Su Zhen's meaning and obediently shut her mouth.

But before shutting up, Lü Huiqing added, "It seems I won't be able to joke with Brother Han anymore. Today he almost found out everything about me."

Wang Qian covered her mouth and chuckled, then said, "It's because Master Lü lacks discernment that he suffered a loss at Madam Su's hands, yet he still insists on speaking up. Isn't he just asking for trouble?"

Han Zhi and Su Zhen, no longer bothered by the pleasantries, asked, "Would you all like to continue this pitch-pot game?"

Lu Huiqing said, "Of course we must continue, otherwise it would be so boring. But this time, Lady Su will be the chief judge."

Indeed, given Su Zhen's unerring method, she and Han Zhi would ultimately benefit. Su Zhen herself had no objections and therefore agreed.

"Come on, come on, I'll go first!" Lü Huiqing picked up the bamboo chopsticks and threw them out.

......

They played until dusk, leaving bamboo chopsticks scattered all over the ground.

The person holding the bamboo chopsticks was Wang Qian. She coughed lightly twice, took a sip of tea to calm herself, and then began to aim, throwing the chopsticks at the spout of the teapot. However, she missed by a fraction, and the chopsticks grazed the spout before landing on the ground.

"Oh!"

Wang Qian let out a soft cry and actually started clapping her little hands, seemingly "angry at her lack of ambition".

"Madam Wang missed this time. Will she choose Truth or Dare?" Su Zhen, the referee, asked.

Shen Kuo then spoke up, suggesting, "Madam Wang is in poor health and may not be able to complete the dare. How about we play truth instead?"

Wang Qian did not object and nodded: "Then let's speak the truth."

Su Zhen smiled slightly, his eyes flashing, and suddenly asked, "Madam Wang, have you ever had your eye on any particular gentleman?"

Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to Wang Qian, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air. A blush instantly spread across Wang Qian's cheeks. She lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her dress, appearing somewhat flustered.

After a long while, Wang Qian remained silent, only glancing almost imperceptibly at Shen Kuo sitting beside her. Then, in a voice barely audible, she said:

"May I not say it? Perhaps I can use writing lyrics instead..."

Those around them exchanged glances, all assuming that Wang Qian was simply shy and hesitant to speak openly, thus trying to answer with words. Seeing that no one spoke, Su Zhen then said:

"In that case, Madam Wang may also try writing one."

Wang Qian nodded, then picked up a pen and paper and began to write:

"The clear water flows gently, the willows are bright, and the recluse's demeanor lingers in my dreams. The sound of reading echoes deep within the fragrance of ink. My heart dances with the poetry, and my emotions linger lightly at the tip of my pen."

Thoughts linger beneath the moon and flowers, a melancholy longing to be expressed yet difficult to express. In dreams, that person's name frequently appears. A half-hidden figure by the water, hand in hand, we walk together.

Su Zhen took the poem and began to read it. Everyone was still wondering—what did this have to do with the person Lady Wang liked?

However, after pondering it over and over again, Su Zhen suddenly looked up at Wang Qian, his eyes flashing with a meaningful light, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

She gently handed the paper to Han Zhi beside her. Han Zhi took it, read it carefully, and his brows gradually relaxed, as if he had also realized the mystery within.

"Madam Wang, your poem is truly exquisite! It not only depicts your feelings but also cleverly conceals your true thoughts between the lines. It truly captures the essence of 'the truth'!"

Han Zhi smiled, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Shen Kuo, who was slightly flushed. Needless to say, Shen Kuo understood the implication and was currently overjoyed!

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion seemed to fill the small courtyard. It didn't belong to Su Zhen and Han Zhi, but to whom it belonged—everyone present knew perfectly well.

Lu Huiqing watched with great interest, saying, "Interesting, very interesting."

Wang Qian's face was burning hot. Su Zhen couldn't bear to see her so embarrassed any longer, so he said, "Alright, alright, gentlemen. It's getting late, why don't we call it a day?"

Lu Huiqing hadn't had enough of this gossip yet, so she could only say, "Alright, alright, we'll bring Lady Wang over again tomorrow."

Zhang Huaimin replied, "We've already sat here for half a day; how could we possibly come back tomorrow?"

“Where else can we go? Are we going to make Lady Wang run around again?” Lu Huiqing said.

"concubine......"

Wang Qian wanted to say something, but Shen Kuo spoke up at this moment, saying, "Well, let's stop here for today. We can talk about tomorrow tomorrow. We still need to plan where to go, so let's go back for now."

"Let's go back for now. I thank you all for accompanying me."

"In that case, let's do as Lady Wang says."

Helpless, Lü Huiqing had no choice but to put away her complaints, and the day's trip could be considered over.