Xue Baochai could not help asking in confusion, "Baoyu, do you know that Courtesan Queen?"
The Yellow-robed Woman beside them pretended not to care, but she quietly pricked up her ears as well.
Song Qingshu shook his head blankly. "No." Thinking back, whether it was his original identity or any of his disguised ones, he had never met this Courtesan Queen. He was quite confident in his memory. He was not some scumbag like Duan Zhengchun, who flirted everywhere and still could not tell, upon seeing Ye Erniang at the Shaolin Temple assembly, whether he had once had an affair with her.
"Then why did she help you?" Xue Baochai looked deeply suspicious. That poem he had written earlier had been complete nonsense, yet after the Courtesan Queen casually revised it, it had become quite a good piece of poetry.
"Maybe she thought I was handsome?" Song Qingshu shrugged, wearing an expression that said, I don't want it to be this way either.
Xue Pan burst into laughter and threw an arm around his shoulder. "Baoyu, I haven't seen you in ages, but I've discovered that you're getting more and more shameless. You're practically catching up to your big brother here."
Xue Baochai rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to those two oddballs.
"Has any other young master composed one?" The maid swept her gaze around the room and asked.
The noise in the hall immediately died down somewhat. Though the Song dynasty prized literature, this was only a remote little town. How could there be so many great poets here? Even in Lin'an City, there might not be many talented scholars capable of producing a poem that fit the topic in such a short time.
Just when everyone thought it was about to end, Xue Baochai stood