Following Yan Wanyun came the man with Mu Li. He wore a moon-white brocade robe with inky bamboo leaves embroidered on the cuffs and a silver-edged flowing cloud pattern around the collar. He wore a wide brocade belt around his waist and a jade pendant with flowing clouds and a hundred blessings. He hid his face, acting mysteriously, and his identity was unknown, sparking much speculation.
Without a second thought, he said calmly, "A cup of fragrant spring milk, boil until it boils continuously."
Yu Rou looked at him suspiciously. This man's voice sounded strange, as if he had taken the same medicine as the princess. Yu Rou had a guess in her mind, but she was not sure.
There were no problems in the first round. Everyone responded quickly and almost spoke the next sentence without thinking.
By the eighth round, everyone was starting to find it difficult. There were many tea poems written by predecessors, but only a few met the requirements of the looping poem order, and the first line of almost every round was different. After several rounds, the stock in their stomachs was used up, so they had to compose new ones on the spot.
But it is not that easy to compose a tea poem on the spot.
Yu Rou's performance was truly astonishing. When did the eldest lady of the Yu family become so powerful?
Those who had wanted to see her make a fool of herself were disappointed. When it was her turn, not only did they not hesitate or feel embarrassed, but they heard a poem being recited with every word being a gem.
In fact, after living in modern times, Yu Rou is different from these ancient people. She does not rely on the ordinary method of writing poems to write tea poems. In her previous life, she has read hundreds of tea poems and has memorized some commonly used words and phrases in them, such as: drink, fry, boil, green, moist... etc. As long as the rhymes are right, the meanings are concise, and they can be related to tea, it will be fine. Although this is opportunistic, no one can find fault with her. She does not expect every line of poetry to be praised by others, as long as it can pass the test, and the one who survives to the end is the winner.
These rigid-minded ancients could not do such a thing.
In the ninth round, the last word of the tea poem written by Mr. Zi Lian is "bing", which is difficult to continue with.
Yu Rou thought for a while and continued, "I remember the delicious water shield soup and the Yuepu-style fried tea."
Master Puji stroked his beard, nodded repeatedly, and said in a low voice, "Not bad."
To be able to receive a word of praise from Master Puji is really quite good.
There was a hint of amusement and excitement in the eyes of the Fifth Prince. His gaze was always attracted by the beautiful young lady from the Yu family again and again, and she also surprised him again and again.
He Yulian had been watching the fight from behind. She felt like vomiting blood and the handkerchief in her hand was almost torn to pieces.
Next it was Yan Wanyun's turn. Except for the first time when Yu Rou left her a simple last word, the words that followed were not commonly seen in ordinary tea poems.
It can be said that they are ruthless and cunning.
This time it was the character "煎", and later the character "铁" was left behind.
Yu Rou wanted to laugh when she saw Yan Wanyun's sad face and the look of him racking his brains.
In the original owner's memory, Yan Wanyun always looked high and mighty, arrogant and cold, as if no one could compare to her.
Now she is stumped.
"This poetry order is really quite difficult. Even the most talented woman has to seek help from others."
"Last time, I heard that she lost to the eldest lady of the Yu family at the flower viewing banquet. I don't think her title of the most talented woman is well-deserved. She couldn't even beat the eldest lady of the Yu family. Everyone knows that the eldest lady of the Yu family is notoriously untalented."
The ladies standing in the back row watching the game were talking to each other in whispers. Whether it was intentional or not, their voices were loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.
Some of the ladies were even chuckling, but their voices were so soft that it was hard to hear what they were saying.
Yan Wanyun's expression instantly hardened. She clenched her hands tightly into fists, her nails scratching red marks on her tender palms. Only she knew how humiliated she felt at that moment.
She struggled for a moment and finally raised the sign to skip.
He Yulian, standing behind, exclaimed, "Wanyun, what's wrong with you?!"
The rules allow you to skip a question once, but if you can't answer it next time, you will be eliminated.
The masked man was not at all as embarrassed as Yan Wanyun, and answered directly, "Snow boiled in an iron pot early, tea boiled in coal late."
Starting with the word "iron" is really difficult. Actually, everyone thought it was understandable that Yan Wanyun couldn't continue, but this man was also too quick to answer. After so many rounds, he was the only one who could always jump out the next sentence without thinking, as if he had prepared it all in advance.
Next, Yu Rou held on without giving up, and although Yan Wanyun held on for a few more rounds, she could not stand Yu Rou's deliberate embarrassment, leaving her with uncommon ending characters, such as: brick, moss, tendon. How could she finish a poem that began with these characters quickly? This was clearly making things difficult for her, but she could only continue with the next sentence honestly, because she knew that rules were rules, and everyone followed the rules. If she couldn't do it, she would blame it on the previous person for leaving the ending character too difficult. Not only would it not change anything, but it would leave a worse impression on people. The most taboo thing in front of so many literati and talented people is to swell up one's own face and pretend to be rich, and to find excuses from others to excuse one's incompetence.
Soon she couldn't finish the next sentence.
Yan Wanyun's face turned very bad. At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on her. She knew that she had no choice but to admit defeat.
But she was unwilling to give up.
So many people were looking at her. She always received praise in such occasions, but this time... she was just a laughing stock.
She could have stayed until the end, otherwise, if it weren't for Yu Rou deliberately making things difficult for her, how could she...
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