This month's competition is coming to an end. The matchmaker walked onto the stage and said with a smile: "In the last step, we invite the girl who serves as the bookkeeper. She will write the first couplet. The gentlemen will answer the second couplet. The one who writes the first couplet will be today's water."
Free wine”
"The waiter is showing off his ugliness, the first couplet is 'The east wind blows out thousands of green hills'"
"Spring rain brings new things to everything." Shuangqing was the first to answer, immediately attracting the attention of many people.
Mo Yang's face isn't very pretty, and Gu Yue's face isn't much better either.
The woman in red smiled and said: "This young master is very clever and quick. Today, all the water and wine on the young master's table will be free of charge."
"The tree is half dead and the trees are half dead"
"Sure enough, it has nothing to do with it."
"A white lotus in the sky, the wind holds the Buddha in its arms"
"A few yellow chestnut trees in the gorge, the moon is far away from the resentful ape"
"Midnight"
The lively atmosphere calmed down, everyone was meditating on the second line, and no one spoke up for a good half-quarter of an hour.
The servant smiled and said: "If no one responds, then the servant will publish the next couplet..."
At this time, a lazy voice came: "Mid-Autumn Festival in the middle of August"
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a man in a purple brocade robe, sitting casually drinking wine. He looked charming, noble, male and female, frivolous, dissolute, and arrogant.
Gu Yue glanced sideways at the man in purple, her expression slightly restrained.
Mo Yang also noticed the man in purple robe. He was more feminine than a woman. In Mo Yang's eyes, he used two words to describe it: coquettish.
Shuangqing whispered in surprise: "He, why is he here?"
Mo Yang asked casually: "Do you know him?"
"No, I don't know him. How could I know him?" Shuangqing immediately denied, "It's almost over, let's go back quickly."
Shuangqing's words seemed a bit concealing.
...
At nightfall, it has been found out that the purple-robed man in Taozhi Yaoyao today is Bei Yeying, and that the eighth princess of Beiye Dynasty is named Bei Yeqing.
After a while, Ming Qing had new news, "Sir, Bei Yeming sent a killer to assassinate Bei Yeling in the woods. Bei Yeling was seriously injured. His subordinates didn't know whether Bei Yeling should be saved, so they rescued him first.
, when the young master fell down, it was already an hour ago, and he may not be able to save him."
Bei Yeling realized that she might die like this. Suddenly, she felt a pair of cold hands roughly tearing her clothes apart. She tried to open her eyes several times, but she could only see a hazy black figure in the weak candlelight.
Before I could see clearly, fatigue came over me again...