"Sir, shall we play this game?"
Yan Ruxue turned and smiled at Xiao Mo, a hint of anticipation in her expression.
"Of course." Xiao Mo didn't think it was a problem. "Who's going to guess?"
"Um..." The woman lightly pressed a finger to her lips, demure yet playfully charming. "How about you guess, sir?"
"All right. Since you say so, I'll do my best and try not to disappoint you." Xiao Mo smiled.
"You two are going to guess a poem, right?"
Hearing their conversation, a teahouse maid stepped forward and bowed to them.
"Yes." Xiao Mo nodded.
"Sir, please come this way. We've prepared some items for you to use." The maid spoke to Xiao Mo and led him to a table.
Various things lay on the table, including a lotus, tea leaves, and brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
"Miss, please choose a poem."
The teahouse maid spoke to Yan Ruxue.
"While guessing, you mustn't say any of the poem's words, nor reveal its author or title."
"Understood."
Yan Ruxue nodded and stepped forward to look at the red basket the maid held out.
The basket contained dozens of wooden slips, each bearing a line of poetry.
Yan Ruxue took out the slips one by one and examined them.
At last, her gaze settled on a wooden slip bearing only ten characters.
As she looked at it, a soft light flickered in the woman's eyes.
"I'll choose this line."
Yan Ruxue picked up the wooden slip and spoke to the teahouse maid.
"Certainly, miss..." The maid took it from her and smiled. "You may begin guessing with this gentleman."
Yan Ruxue smiled, turned, and looked at Xiao Mo, who stood a short distance away. "Are you ready, sir?"
"Of course." Xiao Mo fanned himself. "Let's begin."
Xiao Chun, standing