Chapter 28: 28

Bonus Chapter, Yesterday I said. I’ll post another chapter but then didn’t because My laptop jack broke and Just got back repaired.

He Yunxiao was about to burst into laughter.

Why wouldn’t I dare?

He desperately tried to hold in his laughter, not daring to expose himself, obviously. Otherwise, what if Yang Zhe didn’t play anymore?

He Yunxiao stifled his laughter to the point where he looked embarrassed, “How do you judge?”

Seeing He Yunxiao like this, Yang Zhe felt more confident.

If the person in question didn’t have confidence, then how could this pile of nonsense be called a poem?

He said proudly, “This is the ‘falling flowers’ session. Whether a poem composed by oneself can reach the standard and be counted will of course have to be judged by the Flower girls.”

He Yunxiao nodded and added, “That’s right. But what I want to ask is, how do you judge your level?”

Seeing that Yang Zhe didn’t understand, He Yunxiao added, “As we all know, there are six levels of ratings: Poor, Good, Very Good, Superb, Outstanding and Perfect, so if I get the ‘Perfect’ rating, does that mean that you, Yang Zhe, eyes are blind? Don’t know how to recognize real thing?”

Yang Zhe snorted coldly, “You want to bet with me?”

He Yunxiao laughed, “That’s right, it’s a bet. If I get the ‘Perfect’, you will leave on your own. If I don’t, I will leave on my own. Yang Zhe, do you dare to bet?”

Yang Zhe asked himself if, as the top scholar of imperial examinations, his literary skills were still in place. No matter what, it was not so bad as to leave a true pearl in the dust.

Take He Yunxiao’s poem, even though he had prejudices against He Yunxiao, Yang Zhe himself was very willing to admit that the final line, “Flowers bloom like fire, but also like loneliness”, was indeed very stunning.

But if you take a bunch of words that don’t fit the rhythm and put them together as a poem, that’s pretty much bullshit.

In fact, Yang Zhe’s confidence comes not only from his own judgement of poetry, but also from the fact that Du Yinyun herself has a higher literary knowledge of poetry than he does.

Poetry is an “elegant tool” in which only the most refined and the most sophisticated are the real experts.

Although Yang Zhe was good at poetry, he is still a martial arts warrior to his bones.

A general does not fight unprepared battles. Therefore, based on the above judgement, Yang Zhe believed that Du Yinyun, who had a higher standard for poetry, could not possibly consider He Yunxiao’s collection of nonsensical words to be poetry.

Faced with the provocation of He Yunxiao’s bet, Yang Zhe frankly took it and even raised the stakes.

Wouldn’t it be nice to take advantage of a sure win bet to completely clear He Yunxiao, an eyesore, out of his sister Yinyun’s vision?

Yang Zhe said, “He Yunxiao, there is no need for ‘Perfect’, as long as you get ‘Superb’ for your words, I will leave here and never meet Sister Yinyun again. Likewise, if you don’t get Very Good, you will leave Spring Breeze Mansion and never pester Sister Yinyun again.”

He Yunxiao had returned to prevent Yang Zhe from stealing his wife, so how could he not agree to this?

At once, he said, “It’s a deal then!”

Yang Zhe was even more afraid that He Yunxiao would back out of his promise. After all, backing out is common practice for playboys. So he said, “Today we are betting on each other, so please be a witness for everyone in Spring Breeze Mansion!”

Of course, everyone wanted to enjoy the show, for the son of a general and the commander of the Imperial Army were fighting with each other over a woman, and such a sight was not something you see every day.

“No problem!”

“Don’t worry, Commander Yang, we’ll keep an eye on He Yunxiao!”

“Whoever breaks his word is a dog!”

Liu Feiyun, who was sitting next to Yang Zhe, raised his hand to him and said, “The matter has been settled, so Feiyun congratulates Commander Yang first.”

Hearing these words, Yang Zhe looked at Liu Feiyun more and more favorably. He said, “You are the one who is known as Liu Feiyun’s scouting hand in the country?”

Liu Feiyun’s face showed joy, “It is my brother. I am not gifted in martial arts, and I am a fun-loving person, so I manage the business for my family in Yinjing. The Drunken Immortal Residence is under my family. If you wish to come to the Drunken Immortal Residence, I will certainly accompany you all the way.”

Yang Zhe politely said, “Of course.”

Over there, He Yunxiao asked for a pen and ink and wrote the entire poem silently on silk paper. With this handwriting, it could be said that the poem was not only falling apart, but also flying.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that after He Yunxiao finished writing the poem, he naughtily wrote “touching hands” in one corner of the paper.

Afterwards, the paper, which involved the fate of two men, was sent to the tables of the five scoring girls.

In fact, Yang Zhe’s guess was half right.

Du Yinyun was very accomplished in poetry and song, and if there was no Fan Ziwei from the Fan family, Du Yinyun could probably be considered the number one talented girl in Yinjing.

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He Yunxiao’s modern poems did have a poetic rhythm, but they were so far ahead of their time that it was very normal for them not to be understood.

According to the usual rules, Du Yinyun would not have approved of such a very obscure and extremely controversial modern poem by He Yunxiao for the sake of stability, or because she could not read it, or for other reasons.

The reason for this is simple.

If this poem had been written by some great scholar, then it would have gone down in history for proper study. Because the great scholar has previous works to play down, the standard is guaranteed.

But if it had been written by someone like He Yunxiao, whose literary level was negative, it would have been considered respectful enough if it hadn’t been thrown straight into the rubbish heap.

The only thing that Yang Zhe guessed wrong was that the current Du Yinyun, or any woman in love, is simply unreasonable.

Regardless of how the poetry is, you want He Yunxiao to stop from meeting us? Don’t even think about it!

The more she looked at He Yunxiao’s poem, the more she thought his handwriting was cute. (TL: Completely forgot that she is supposed to review the poem lol)

Soon, she noticed the three words He Yunxiao had quietly written at the bottom, “Touching your Hands”.

Du Yinyun quietly clamped her legs together and her face flushed red.

She hurriedly brought her fever down and returned to her expressionless, cool demeanor. But she couldn’t stop her brain from going wild as she kept remembering the way He Yunxiao had sat on her bed touching her hands.

Strong, healthy muscles, rough but warm hands, a face more handsome than any man in the world.

Sheltered at home, since a young age. Du Yinyun didn’t quite understand what it meant to be in love. All she thought she wanted to do in life was marry a man when she was old enough and then raise a family for him until the end of her life.

But He Yunxiao is not that kind of person, people say he is bad. But in fact he is very interesting, very principled, and at the same time very idealistic, and most of all believes in her without reservation.

Even Du Yinyun herself understands that this feeling of being trusted, needed and relied upon is what has completely poisoned her.

But feelings are like that, even though they are understood, they are still deep in them and cannot be extricated.

Jiang Wuyou had already scored, and seeing that Du’s sister next to her was hesitant to move, she looked over at her.

Du Yinyun stared at the silk paper on which He Yunxiao had written, and Jiang Wuyou followed her gaze down to see three words hidden in the corner of the paper: “Touching your hands”.

Jiang’s face suddenly flushed a little.

She thought of the conflict between Du Yinyun and He Yunxiao, who was too aggressive and almost–

Jiang Wuyou wouldn’t be jealous of He Yunxiao and Du Yinyun herself, but Jiang Wuyou also knew that a lady like Du Yinyun, a young lady born to a large family, would be likely to be jealous.

Fearing that the two would not progress in love because of herself, she hurriedly explained to Du Yinyun, “Yinyun, it’s not what you think, everything is clear between me and He Yunxiao …… He touched my hand because …… ”

Du Yinyun was so said by Jiang Wuyou, snapped out of it, resumed not being familiar with He Yunxiao, and coldly said, “Has sister Jiang finished assessing the score?”

Jiang Wuyou nodded and then collected everyone’s ratings.

The three girls of course, looked at the faces of the two flower leaders, one of whom gave an ”Outstanding” and one an ”Superb”.

Although the three of them could not see how He Yunxiao’s poem could be considered a poem, they could not go wrong by following their scores.

So, under Yang Zhe’s confident gaze, the maid read out He Yunxiao’s modern poem’s rating.

“Outstanding.”

“Superb!”

The moment the score came out, the whole audience was stunned.

How could it be Superb or Outstanding?

Yang Zhe even began to doubt everything he had learned throughout his life.

He Yunxiao’s poem would not be considered Good by any normal person, right?

He Yunxiao was not surprised by the result. The judges were his people. How could he lose?

He added fuel to the fire, “If Commander Yang hadn’t changed the standard from ‘Perfect’ to ‘superb’, I would really have had to pat my buttocks and leave.”

He got up and saluted.

“I thank you for your help, and I’d like to see you off. It’s dark and slippery, return to home early.”

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