Gu Yun had no interest in those sour literati poems to begin with, but when he saw Yu Jiao, he became a little restless. To him, listening to those literati composing poems was not as interesting as teasing Yu Jiao.
"Are you here to listen to your brother composing poetry?" Gu Yun stood on the embankment. The midday sun was shining brightly, shining on his handsome face, making his thick eyebrows and starry eyes look even more handsome.
The girls on the surrounding pleasure boats were staring at the pavilion in the middle of the lake and all looked towards the embankment.
Yu Jiao nodded.
Gu Yun noticed the prying eyes around him, frowned in displeasure, lowered his head and said to Yu Jiao, "Sitting in the painting boat, how can you see clearly from the pavilion? Come here, I will take you into the pavilion."
Yu Jiao was not prepared for him to say this, and there was some surprise in her eyes when she looked at Gu Yun.
The pavilion in the middle of the lake was full of men, and the girls who came to watch the fun were sitting properly in the pleasure boats. Although she didn't care about etiquette, she would not do anything so unique.
She refused, "Thank you for your kindness, Master Gu. It's great for me to sit here so I can see clearly."
Gu Yun sneered. A few days ago in Xiyuan, she said such frivolous words, and he thought she was fearless and didn't care about etiquette at all. But now she was pretending to be obedient.
He was impatient with Yu Jiao who had been talking with his head down, so he kicked the bow of the boat and said, "I have something to tell you, come here."
Yu Jiao frowned. Although she was a little annoyed and didn't want to deal with Gu Yun, she was also concerned about his arrogant and frivolous nature. He might do something shocking if she was not satisfied. After hesitating for a moment, she stood up, walked out of the houseboat and walked to the bow.
The boatman had already walked to the stern very tactfully.
Yu Jiao stood at the bow, looked up at Gu Yun, and asked, "What do you want to see me about, Master Gu?"
Gu Yun sighed softly, "Why do I have to bow my head even though I'm standing at the bow?"
Yu Jiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him.
Gu Yun grinned, "Little dwarf." He lifted up his shirt, half squatted down, and said, "This is much more comfortable."
Yu Jiao took a deep breath, secretly told herself not to be angry, and asked calmly, "What exactly does Mr. Gu want to say to me?"
"You're sitting in the pleasure boat, and my neck hurts from bending down so low." Gu Yun said with disdain.
Did she come out just to avoid having to bow her head? How was she short? The draft of this pleasure boat was several dozen inches lower than the quay, so standing at the bow would naturally be much lower. Yu Jiao pursed her lips in displeasure.
Gu Yun squatted in front of her, attracting many people's attention. Yu Jiao could even hear the whispers around her.
She said with a cold face, "If Mr. Gu has nothing to do, I will go back." She didn't want to stand stupidly at the bow and entertain Gu Yun.
"Don't you want the consultation fee?" Gu Yun pulled out two silver bills from his sleeve and waved them in front of Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao was about to turn around, but when she saw the banknote, she was unable to move. She prepared herself mentally and pulled a fake smile at the corner of her lips, "So Mr. Gu is giving me the medical fee. Thank you very much."
She held out her hand.
Gu Yun saw that her eyes lit up when she saw the banknote, so he put the banknote back into his sleeve and smiled, "If you say something nice to make me happy, I'll give it to you."
Yu Jiao: ...
Is this Gu Yun sick?
Gu Yun smiled and picked his ears, looking like he was waiting to hear something.
Yu Jiao can say nice things, but why should she say them to Gu Yun?
She frowned and said mockingly, "I didn't expect that you, with a background like yours, would be so stingy. You're so slow to even pay the consultation fee. Is the mansion out of money? If you're short of money, you can just tell me and I'll treat it as helping the poor."
After hearing what she said, a trace of shame and annoyance appeared on Gu Yun's face. This woman's mouth was really annoying.
"My master wants you to help the poor and needy? If this gets out, it'll make people laugh!" Gu Yun said angrily, "It's just two hundred taels of medical fee, I'll give it to you."
He took out the medical fee that he had just stuffed into his sleeve and handed it to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao took it quickly and stuffed it directly into her sleeve. Her movements were smooth and without any hesitation, as if the selfless words she had just said about helping the poor and the needy did not come from her mouth at all.
"You..." Gu Yun realized that he had fallen into her provocation and gave her the consultation fee so easily. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You are really greedy for money!"
Yu Jiao didn't expect Gu Yun to be so straightforward. He gave her the money after just a few provocations.
She smiled at Gu Yun, revealing her white teeth, and her smile was as brilliant as the one Gu Yun had just given her. "Although I love money, I get it in a proper way. I just took what I deserved."
Her eyebrows and eyes are lively, and her pair of round and bright almond eyes are full of smiles at this moment. There is a cunning hidden in her pupils, which are dazzling and charming.
Gu Yun's heart stagnated as he watched, and two words suddenly emerged in his mind: bright eyes, charming smile, red lips and white teeth.
His anger subsided for a moment, and he pursed his lips and snorted, "Little money-grubber!"
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Yu Qizhe saw Yu Jiao smiling brightly and charmingly at the man next to her. His face darkened slightly and he clenched the wine glass on the low table.
If the game of passing the flower had not been going on in the pavilion, he would have been unable to sit still.
Yu Qizhe held the wine glass, his eyes still fixed on the two people on the pleasure boat.
The man who was talking to Yu Jiao had previously sat next to Magistrate Yang. Yu Jiao must have met him when she went to Yang's house for a medical consultation.
There was a hint of coldness in Yu Qizhe's peach blossom eyes as he stared at Yu Jiao's figure. He had the idea of locking her up and never letting her see outsiders again.
Yu Jinshu, who was standing by, noticed his absent-mindedness and his eyes flickered slightly. As the drums beat, the hydrangea was passed to him. He held the hydrangea and was reluctant to pass it to Yu Jinyan. He stared at Yang Yuanchen, who was beating the drums with his back to the crowd.
Just as Yang Yuanchen delivered the final blow and the drum sounded, Yu Jinshu passed Yu Jinyan and threw the hydrangea into Yu Qizhe's arms with incredible speed.
The drums stopped beating. Yang Yuanchen turned around and saw the embroidered ball in Yu Qizhe's hand. He smiled and said, "Yu Wulang, why don't you write a hidden-head poem? Let's use the autumn water of Bi Bo Lake as the hidden-head poem."
He wanted to test Yu Qizhe and try out Yan Jie'er's vision.
Yu Qizhe glanced at Yu Jinshu calmly. Yu Jinshu smiled at him innocently and said softly, "Fifth brother, don't blame me. There is no father and son on the battlefield."
Yu Qizhe picked up the hydrangea and placed it on the table. He glanced in Yu Jiao's direction before picking up the pen, dipping it in ink, and starting to write on the paper.
"Hey, it's your brother who is writing poetry this time." Gu Yun noticed the movement in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and said to Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao also looked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake and saw Yu Qizhe bowing his head over the low table in front of him, writing quietly with a pen in hand. She said, "Why are you writing an acrostic poem for no reason?"
The previous students just randomly picked a topic, but when it came to Yu Qizhe, Yang Yuanchen suddenly raised the difficulty.
"Are you worried that your brother can't write it?" Gu Yun sneered, "If he can't even write such a simple acrostic poem, why would he take the imperial examination?"
Yu Jiao was too lazy to pay attention to him and just stared at Yu Qizhe.
You only have one stick of incense to compose a poem. If you can't finish it within that time, it's considered not completed.
Fortunately, Yu Qizhe stopped writing when there was only half an inch of incense left.
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