After a brief moment of shock, everyone's attention was once again drawn to the jade pendant on the table, its emerald green hue shimmering.

The topic naturally shifted back to the competition.

Kangshen smiled and asked Yang Ruqing, "Miss, when you came in just now, was what you said a joke, or did you mean it?" Please provide me with the text you would like me to translate. I'm ready!

Yang Ruqing also glanced at Kang Sheng.

Earlier, outside, I kept hearing that noisy sound.

>

It was that voice, constantly tripping up Luofeng Tang.

Seeing this deity now, she secretly curled her lips.

A face pale with kidney deficiency, a white and lifeless complexion, utterly lacking any appeal.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

“The jade pendant on your table is so real, and my words are just as true.” she said.

Kangshen was stunned for a moment, then smiled again.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"If you lose, General Luo will have to fulfill his promise and spend a night with Miss Furong at the Yihong Building!"

Yang Ruqing rolled her eyes: "Cut the crap, let's get started. I can already see that jade pendant waving at me!"

This girl, is she so eager to push her man to sleep with another woman?

That's quite a strange fellow.

Kang Sheng thought to himself, he was just about to announce the start of the competition, when another person stopped him.

"Wait a minute!"

This time, the one who spoke was Bingqing County Princess.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” Kang Sheng asked.

Ice-Clear County Princess ignored Kang Sheng, her anxious gaze falling on Luo Feng Tang.

“General Luo, a bet is like a mountain, once lost, one cannot go back on their word.” she said.

He glared at Yang Ruqing with displeasure: "Hurry up and tell your fiancée not to cause trouble!"

Ice-clear County Princess said.

Luofeng Tang, he is the man in her icy and pure image.

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How could he possibly spend a night of spring with the ugliest courtesan, Fu Rong, from Yi Hong Lou?

It's impossible!

Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!

Upon hearing Ice Pure Princess' words, Luo Fengtang smiled faintly.

This smile, it's still for Yang Ruqing.

"Qinger knows her limits, I trust her." he said with absolute certainty.

When he said this, his gaze couldn't bear to leave Yang Ruohua. His eyes and eyebrows even revealed joy and pride.

When Ice-Pure Princess saw this, her heart shattered into pieces.

If it weren't for the fact that all the people at the table were famous and elegant scholars of Lichi City, she probably would have really flipped the table.

"Alright," Bing Qing County Princess retreated.

Here is the translation of your text: Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to maintain the elegant demeanor of a lady. Turning to Yang Ruohui, she instructed, "General Luo trusts you so much, you must know your limits. Even if you're playful, there should be boundaries."

Yang Ruqing's lips curled into a smile as she said to Bing Qing, the princess: "Thank you for reminding me, Your Highness. But rest assured, I, Yang Ruqing, no matter how mischievous I am, will not push my man to another woman."

"Those women who want to steal my husband away, they'll end up with nothing in the end!" she said.

Ice-Clear Princess was so angry that she nearly fell off her chair.

She wanted to argue a few more words with Yang Ruqing, but Yang Ruqing had already withdrawn her gaze.

“Young Master Kang, let’s begin! I can hardly wait!”

She turned to urge Kangsheng, who was beside her, her words carrying a touch of impatience.

Kangshen came to his senses and immediately became excited.

He had been eagerly anticipating the start for a long time, hoping to begin sooner and send Luofengtang to look for Furong earlier!

And the others at the table secretly exchanged glances, all harboring a certain disdain for Yang Ruohua.

A young woman doesn't stay home to be a wife, raise children, and serve her in-laws; she engages in needlework and other crafts.

To actually come to this kind of occasion and compete with them in poetry?

This little punk, has no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!

You'll be crying later when I win!

After Kang Sheng briefly reviewed the competition rules again, the contest officially began.

The first to recite poetry is still Xu, the member with the highest 'education' here.

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He pondered for a moment, then shook his head and mumbled the words.

“A heart as pure and clear as crystal,Following the three obediences and four virtues throughout the day. Longing for her husband's return with every breath, She tosses and turns all night long, unable to sleep. Her love for family and friends never wanes!”

"Good poem!"

Kangsheng was the first to clap.

Everyone else looked on in admiration.

Xu Wei nodded slightly, squinted and smiled: "It's improvised, please don't praise it. Brothers continue."

Then the protagonist also recited a poem: "A wave of my hand sends us apart, three watches pass and I wake up searching everywhere. Five grains feel the wind's blow, six days warm. On the seventh day, love returns, hearts meet in August. Ten hold fast to nine, a true love bond!"

"Laughing at oneself, laughing at oneself. In the end, the last phrase "nine and ten reversed" was wrong. I'm not as good as Xu Member, I bow down to him."

The solution blushed and said,

But Xu was smiling and waving his hand, “Brother Fang is too modest.”

Then, Kang Sheng and the others also racked their brains to compose poems one by one.

All sorts of far-fetched explanations have come out.

When Yang Ruqing heard this, she was stunned.

I was also impressed by the students of this era.

"Words flow effortlessly from her pen, it's truly amazing!"

Compared to Xu Wei and Fang Yuan, who were comprehensively analyzed in the text, Kang Sheng and others displayed a noticeably lower level of cultural sophistication.

However, all of them can be done from one to eight.

The rules of the game are that as long as you reach four, it doesn't count as winning or losing.

Neither can I win the top prize, nor do I have to sleep with that so-called Hibiscus Girl.

When everyone else was done, only Yang Ruqing remained.

All eyes were on her.

Scornful, questioning, mocking, gleeful...

In short, she didn't feel any kindness from him.

Of course, the man standing behind her doesn't count.

He and she were one, sharing both glory and misfortune.

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"Ahem, my turn? Alright, I'll improvise a few lines as well!"

She said.

The body leans back, resting against the backrest.

Fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the chair, a clear and pleasant voice reciting a famous poem from her past life vividly and eloquently.

After our parting, we are separated by two lands. Let's just say it will be three or four months, who knows if it will be five or six years?

A seven-stringed qin is played without heart, eight lines of writing are beyond transmission,nine interlocking rings broken in the middle,ten miles long pavilion, gazing with longing eyes.

"A hundred thoughts, a thousand worries, ten thousand woes all directed at you!"

After reciting the piece, she realized that everyone at the table was looking at her differently.

Especially the Luo Fengtang behind him.

He unconsciously placed his hand lightly on her shoulder, his lips moving, the guilt on his face no longer able to be concealed!

He doesn't understand poetry and prose.

>

But, he understood something from the girl's poems.

It's his fault. He always breaks his promises to her, keeps her waiting, and doesn't even send a word back.

The girl's heart, in reality, harbored resentment, didn't it?

I'm sorry!

Just as Luofengtang was consumed by guilt, Kang Sheng was the first to recover from his shock over there.

“This young lady is truly talented! Not only did she complete numbers one through ten, but she also included hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands!”

"Goodness gracious, there are always people outside of people and heavens outside of heavens. Kang, you've got my admiration!"

Kang Sheng put on a look of excitement and deliberately said these words.

Yang Ruqing smiled mischievously.

It's not that she is talented, but that Zhuo Wenjun herself is incredibly gifted.

She, Yang Ruqing, is not a poet; she is merely a carrier of poetry.

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