Strong, healthy muscles; rough but warm hands; a face more handsome than any man in the world…
Raised at home since childhood, Du Yinyun didn't really understand what love was. Her idea of life was simply to reach a certain age, marry a man, and then be his wife and mother until the end...
However, He Yunxiao is not that kind of person. People say he is bad, but in fact he is very interesting, principled, and idealistic. Most importantly, he can believe in himself without reservation.
Even Du Yinyun herself understands that this feeling of being trusted, needed, and relied upon is what has completely poisoned her.
But that's how feelings are; even if you understand it, you're still deeply involved and can't extricate yourself.
Jiang Wuyou had already given the score, and seeing that Du Meimei next to her hadn't made a move yet, she looked over at her.
Du Yinyun stared intently at the silk paper on which He Yunxiao was writing. Jiang Wuyou followed her gaze and saw three hidden words in a corner of the paper: "touching hands".
Sister Jiang's face immediately turned a little red.
She remembered that Du Yinyun and He Yunxiao were still having conflicts; He Yunxiao had been too forceful, and they had almost...
Jiang Wuyou herself wouldn't be jealous of He Yunxiao and Du Yinyun, but she also knew that a well-bred young lady like Du Yinyun was most prone to jealousy.
Fearing that she might ruin their relationship, she quickly explained to Du Yinyun, "Yinyun, it's not what you think. He Yunxiao and I are completely innocent... He touched my hand because..."
Du Yinyun, realizing what Jiang Wuyou had said, reverted to her unfamiliar demeanor towards He Yunxiao and coldly asked, "Has Sister Jiang finished giving her scores?"
Jiang Wuyou nodded, and then collected everyone's scores.
The three top-ranking girls naturally acted according to the moods of the two most popular courtesans, one of whom gave them "excellent" and the other "superb".
Although the three of them couldn't see what made He Yunxiao's poem a poem, they figured they could't go wrong by following the courtesan's lead in scoring.
Thus, under Yang Zhe's confident gaze, the maid announced the score for He Yunxiao's modern poem.
"Excellent."
Excellent!
The score was announced, leaving the entire audience stunned.
How can it be excellent?
Yang Zhe even began to doubt all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life.
No normal person would consider He Yunxiao's poem to be excellent, would they?
He Yunxiao was not surprised by the result at all. The referees were all his people, how could he lose?
He added fuel to the fire, saying, "If Commander Yang hadn't changed the standard from 'excellent' to 'superior,' I would have really packed my bags and left."
Rise and bow.
"I thank Commander Yang for his help. I respectfully see you off. It's dark and the roads are slippery, so please go home soon."
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