Chapter 296 This Thing Is Most Emotionally Significant
"Young master, shall we try this?"
Yan Ruxue turned around, smiled at Xiao Mo, and said with a hint of anticipation in her expression.
"Of course," Xiao Mo said, seemingly unconcerned. "Then who will guess?"
"Hmm," the woman lightly pressed her finger to her lips, her elegance tinged with a touch of playfulness and cuteness, "How about you guess, young master?"
"Alright, since you say so, I can only do my best and try not to disappoint you," Xiao Mo said with a smile.
"Are you two playing a poetry guessing game?"
Hearing the conversation between the two, a waitress from the teahouse stepped forward and bowed to them.
"Yes." Xiao Mo nodded.
"Young master, please come this way. We have prepared some items for your use," the maid said to Xiao Mo, leading him to a table.
On this table are various items, including lotus flowers, tea leaves, writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
"Miss, please choose a poem."
The waitress in the teahouse said to Yan Ruxue.
"During the poetry guessing game, Miss, you must not utter a single word of the poem, nor can you reveal the author or title of the poem."
"OK."
Yan Ruxue nodded and stepped forward to look at the red basket handed to her by the maid.
The basket contained dozens of signs, each inscribed with a poem.
Yan Ruxue took out the plaques one by one from the basket and looked them over.
Finally, her gaze fell upon a wooden plaque with only ten characters.
As she looked, a gentle light flashed in the woman's eyes.
Let's choose this line of poetry.
Yan Ruxue picked up the wooden plaque and spoke to the teahouse waitress.
“Yes, Miss…” The maid took it and smiled, “Miss, you can now play a poetry game with this young master.”
Yan Ruxue smiled gently, turned around, and looked at Xiao Mo standing not far away: "Is Young Master ready?"
“Of course.” Xiao Mo fanned himself with his folding fan. “Come on.”
Standing on the other side, Xiaochun looked at her young lady and His Majesty and couldn't help but smile like an aunt.
The more Xiaochun looked at them, the more she felt that His Majesty and her young lady were a perfect match.
Suddenly, however, the image of Princess Qinyang popped into Xiaochun's mind, and she pouted, feeling a bit angry.
If it weren't for that Princess Qinyang, my young lady and His Majesty would have been married long ago.
If all these problems didn't exist, there wouldn't be so many issues now.
But it's okay.
His Majesty and Miss have such a good relationship now.
His Majesty will be overjoyed once the young lady enters the palace.
When the time comes, Miss will give His Majesty another little prince, and let's see how that Princess Qinyang can compete with Miss!
That Princess Qinyang should just obediently become a concubine!
As for whether Princess Qinyang will give birth to a prince before Miss Qinyang?
Impossible! Our young lady is much easier to raise than that Princess Qinyang; she must have been the first!
Compared to Xiaochun, Wei Xun, who was accompanied by guards, didn't think that much.
He was just thinking about whether he should help His Majesty find out which noble lady this was and whether he should let her enter the palace to serve His Majesty.
But soon, Wei Xun shook his head, dismissing the idea.
Since His Majesty hasn't said anything, I shouldn't worry about it for him.
Moreover, now is not the right time, since Yan's daughter and Princess Qinyang will soon be entering the palace.
Now, sending her into the palace to serve His Majesty would be doing her a disservice, wouldn't it?
"We're ready, we can begin," Yan Ruxue said with a smile to the teahouse waitress.
"Yes, miss." The waitress nodded and then turned the hourglass upside down.
“Emmm…” Yan Ruxue pondered for a moment, thinking about how to say it, “This poem is a five-character quatrain, and these two lines are the last two lines of this five-character quatrain.”
Yan Ruxue stretched out her fair and delicate fingers and pointed to the red beans on the table: "The title of this poem is similar to its meaning."
"Similar in meaning to red beans?" Xiao Mo thought for a moment and felt that it must be a poem with red beans as its theme. "Could it be 'Ode to Red Beans'? One bean hidden in the heart, never to be dust in this life?"
“No, young master.” Yan Ruxue shook her head. “The meaning is still a bit lacking.”
“That is Cheng Rong’s poem ‘Asking Red Beans’— ‘Head bowed, not uttering a word, yet a thousand thoughts fill his heart,’” Xiao Mo guessed again.
"No, not exactly." Yan Ruxue shook her head again.
"Not either?"
This made Xiao Mo frown slightly.
Both poems were written by famous poets from the State of Zhou, but surprisingly, neither of them were.
Moreover, Xiao Mo didn't know much about Hongdou's poems, and many of the poems in this world were the same as those in Blue Ocean Star, only the authors were different.
But it is precisely because the verses of the two worlds have intersected.
This only made Xiao Mo feel more confused.
“This poem was not written by a poet from our Zhou state,” Yan Ruxue reminded her.
"Could it be that the poem by the immortal poet of Chen State—'Red beans, their color cinnabar, laden with fruit after frost'?"
No, not exactly.
"That is—coral sinks into the blue sea, red beans weep on the branches?" Xiao Mo said, stroking his chin.
But Yan Ruxue still shook her head.
The woman blinked slightly, trying to figure out how to explain herself.
Finally, Yan Ruxue looked at the red beans on the table, a glint of light flashing in her eyes: "Young Master, please pick up some of the red beans on the table."
Xiao Mo glanced at the red beans on the table and then did as instructed.
"Young master, please take some more," Yan Ruxue continued.
Xiao Mo took some more.
“This line of poetry contains the action that you just performed, young master…” Yan Ruxue said with a smile.
Xiao Mo looked at the red bean in his hand and thought about it seriously.
He felt he was almost there, just a little bit more away.
"Young master, young lady, I'm sorry, time's up."
But just then, the hourglass ran out of sand, a waitress in the teahouse reminded her.
Xiao Mo smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, young lady, but I feel it's just a little lacking. I'm not very knowledgeable."
“It’s alright.” Yan Ruxue stepped forward, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Actually, it’s not your fault, young master. This poem is indeed quite difficult to guess, and it’s also my fault for not knowing how to express myself to you.”
Xiao Mo smiled, and without bothering with polite formalities or shifting blame, simply asked curiously, "Miss, what is this poem?"
"This poem..."
Yan Ruxue's lips curled slightly as she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair wrists, and her slender fingers picked up the red beans from the basket.
"Young master, please extend your hand," Yan Ruxue said softly.
Despite his puzzled expression, Xiao Mo still extended his palm.
One.
Two.
Three.
Yan Ruxue placed the red beans one by one into Xiao Mo's palm.
These two lines of poetry are it.
Yan Ruxue raised her head and gazed intently at the man before her.
May you gather more
This item
"The deepest longing."
(End of this chapter)
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