Chapter 18 Beautiful Son

On the second floor, Li Yu's eyes lit up. Compared with the first floor, there were two worlds. There were more women covering their faces with gauze scars on the second floor. With a hazy appearance and a graceful posture, she was completely seductive.

Qin Shubao took a closer look and found that there were at least 20 women in the top 85 articles, and there were many women in the top 90 articles, but the gauze towel covered his face, and it was not clear whether the face under the gauze scarf met the standard of 90 articles.

On the second floor, the poetry couplets are obviously better than the first floor, with more Danqing and game, but it is not for people to taste, but to fight with others.

Of course, Qin Shubao is not interested in these high-level things, but he is the focus no matter where he goes... Son, I'm interested.

The milky white Confucian shirt is cut, a thin spring silk brocade is covered with Confucian yarn, painted with a strong bamboo against the wind, and the white jade belt at the waist is as thin as mutton fat, full of water.

If this rich and noble look, it will not become the focus of the whole audience. Which sorghum son in Bianliang City does not have such a style?

This person is better than his outstanding appearance. He has an egg-shaped face, without the angular lines of a man. On the contrary, he is as delicate as a woman and white as snowflakes. Several women do not envy him, and the star eyes on his face are eye-catching, which makes people unconsciously lost.

The silky hair is orderly and clearly combed, wearing a Confucian hat and a slightly purple jade in front of the hat, but how can this beautiful jade compete with his appearance has become a foil.

"Fat, do you know that man?" Qin Shubao knocked Li Yu, who was focusing on the woman, with a folding fan and pointed to the overly charming prince.

Li Yu's eyes were a little wide, and some saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, but after a while, he scolded: "This skin is blind! Damn, it's a little woman. Even if I give up this body, I will join in the fun, but the fat man only eats meat and doesn't eat fishy food.

After Li Yu scolded, he found that he did not answer Qin Shubao's question. Ha ha, he patted his fat stomach and said, "This young man is probably a man outside Bianliang City. I have never seen a fat man. If he is really a son in Bianliang City, the fat man dares to promise. Except for a few princes who don't like the road, everyone else has seen the fat man. What? Is the third master good at this?

Qin Shubao gave Li Yu a fan and secretly touched his face and said, "When did I like Lord Rabbit?" Besides, that guy is shorter than the third master. At this point, the third master can beat him all his life.

Li Yu smiled secretly. In terms of appearance, Qin Shubao is also one of the most handsome men in Bianliang City. Except for losing to Yan Qing, Qin Shubao has not met an opponent. At this moment, another one has won him. Can Li Yu not laugh secretly?

"Go, go up and explore the wind."

Li Yu followed happily. He was not afraid of Qin Shubao causing trouble.

"Son, who are you from? Are you in time for the exam today?

Hearing Qin Shubao's question, the handsome man turned around. As soon as he saw Qin Shubao, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. His mouth, red lips and white teeth made Qin Shubao feel a little sorry.

"Xiaosheng's surname is Zhao, and his single name is Xing. He doesn't rush to take the exam. He just heard that Huacai will have a reputation. I came to see it today."

Qin Shubao's eyes glanced at the flat chest and did not find a bulge. The foreign prince named Zhao Xing was not disgusted at all, and he wanted to be looked at so much.

"It turned out that Mr. Zhao has been looking forward to it for a long time!"

Zhao Xing returned the gift with no interest, and was very uninterested in this kind of polite words that could not be beaten.

"Since Mr. Zhao is here for the first time, it's up to me as the host to take Mr. Zhao on a tour."

Zhao Xing's eyes were even more disgusted. He just wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but Qin Shubao did not give him a chance. Don't worry, I'm the grandson of loyal Qin Hu. I'm also a little famous in Bianliang City, and I won't have any other bad thoughts about the prince.

"Yes! The third master is one of the best people in Bianliang City and never bullies people. Li Yu can guarantee this with his life. Li Yu saw that Qin Shubao was full of interest and became a guarantor.

Zhao Xing snorted coldly in his heart. What kind of ability can a cowardly ditch who borrowed the virtue of his ancestors and a fat son who is bullshit?

"Then bother Mr. Qin!"

Qin Shubao kept staring at Zhao Xing. Seeing that Zhao Xing's eyes were more disgusted, he did not hear the trend of his family. Instead, he was as disgusted as usual. Qin Shubao felt more and more interesting in his heart.

Accompanying Zhao Xing, Qin Shubao talked about some topics that might arouse Zhao Xing's interest, but Zhao Xing lacked interest and fell in love with poetry and Danqing more.

"If Mr. Zhao wants to be proficient in poetry and songs, why don't he show his hand and let this group of self-respecting talents bow their heads?"

Zhao Xing pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and turned his head to ask Qin Shubao, "Mr. Qin must be an amazing person. It's better to show Zhao his hand and let Zhao understand the gap between himself and Bian Liang Shizi."

Qin Shubao opened the folding fan with a 'pop', laughed and did not answer. The silk fan was painted with a picture of a lady's play butterfly.

"Dan! Waste!" Zhao Xing scolded in his heart and did not want to be with Qin Shubao.

"Ms. Zhao, there is a question over there. Let's go and join in the fun."

After saying that, Qin Shubao took Zhao Xing's hand and walked forward. He was weak and boneless, comparable to a woman.

Zhao Xing's mind was blank, and his whole body was stupid. He let Qin Shubao pull it. When Qin Shubao stopped, Zhao Xing had not recovered and hit Qin Shubao on the shoulder.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Xing covered his forehead, and the expression on his face was like a woman. Qin Shubao obviously heard the sound of swallowing saliva. If it hadn't been for Zhao Xing's strong voice, Qin Shubao would have believed that he was a woman.

Zhao Xing suddenly pulled out his hand held by Qin Shubao. As if he met a fierce beast, his face turned pale, and his two sword eyebrows were straight into his eyebrows. His star eyes were full of murderousness, and he couldn't wait to remove Qin Shubao into eight pieces.

Li Yu stood aside with a short circuit in his mind. In this situation, he couldn't figure out what had happened to the two.

"Does Mr. Zhao not like others touching his body? Qin was abrupt at one time.

Zhao Xing originally wanted to slap Qin Shubao in the face and then turn around and leave, but this was not his territory. He had more unspeakable secrets, so he went down the steps given by Qin Shubao.

"It's only to blame Zhao for not explaining that Mr. Qin has been regarded as a woman since he was a child. Gradually, I hate others touching my body, especially men who have no idea about me."

An imperceptible look flashed in Qin Shubao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth naturally raised up, and his appearance became more and more frivolous.

"How does Mr. Zhao think this question 'Yongmei' should be written?"

Zhao Xing was not used to Qin Shubao's sudden change of topic, but he didn't want to think much about that annoying topic. He pondered a few times and said, "Plum blossoms have been high and bright things since ancient times. If it is an ordinary sentence, it is not enough to praise. Zhao does not dare to be talented. Please ask Brother Qin for advice."

Qin Shubao's eyes tilted up and did not retreat. Instead, he said with a smile, "Then I will make a fool of myself!"

Zhao Xing smiled secretly in his heart: "Just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself!" I'd like to see how ugly you can be! Grass bag!"

"I don't know the whole poem, just one sentence."

"Please say!"

"Meixun snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance."

Zhao Xing tasted carefully in his heart and swallowed the sarcasm at his mouth, and his eyes were colorful, but after a moment, his face changed.

"Brother Qin, is this what you did?"

The ivory folding fan in his hand flipped up and down, like a butterfly flying up and down between his fingers, which was dazzling. Many scholars found it interesting and secretly tried their hands, but there was a sound on the ground.

"I bought it with money." Qin Shubao said frankly and didn't care about the faces of all the readers present.

"Sure enough!" Zhao Xing was sure that if Qin Shubao could make such amazing words, he would not be named.

"Dare to ask who is the famous person who wrote this poem?"

Qin Shubao shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Dead!"

Zhao Xing's face was awe-inspiring and slightly away from Qin Shubao. For this kind of guy who was not only humiliating to buy poems, but also killed people, Zhao Xing couldn't wait to ask someone to cut him immediately to pay tribute to his dead talent.

"Svenly sweep the floor!"

"Why can such a dren step on this holy temple?"

"Kight him out!"

"Huashi Building doesn't welcome you to be such a dung beg. Let's go!"

The anger was ignited by Qin Shubao's sentence 'bought for money' and shouted crusade one after another. They couldn't wait to beat the shameless dunge to death, but everyone just roared loudly, and no one really dared to do it.

"I still remember a goose poem. Do you want to listen to it, Mr. Zhao?" Qin Shubao didn't have any anger on his face, as if he only heard the dog barking with a showy expression on his face.

"Ms. Qin, please!" Zhao Xing couldn't wait to draw a gap with Qin Shubao, but his love for poetry suppressed his disgust.

"Goose, goose, goose,

The song goes to heaven,

White hair floating green water,

Red palms clear the waves."

What a broken poem! Have you ever learned the final sentence?

"Get out!"

"Don't pollute our ears!"

Zhao Xing stood up for a small step in a scolding and praised, "Good poem!"