395 The scapegoat (1)

As he copied more and more poems, Xu Qi ‘an gradually found the trick of scholars “divinity show.” Only melonrind would answer what others asked.

He had to keep them in suspense.

Just like now, from the fourth to the guests, from the guests to the courtesans, from the courtesans to the maidservants at the table, they were all looking at him, waiting to see what would happen.

Under everyone’s gaze, Xu Qi ‘an stood up and paced around the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said slowly, “”It takes ten years to sharpen a sword.”

Chu Yuanqi was stunned. He had just said that he was nurturing his sword, and Xu Qi ‘an immediately said this. It was obvious that the poem was written for him.

Number four was touched. He had never met Xu Qi ‘an before, but he was willing to compose a poem for him after a few drinks and a few words of conversation. He was so friendly and enthusiastic. It was really shameful.

No. 3 was a chivalrous scholar. Although he had some small shortcomings in pursuing profit, he was a person worth befriending in general. His cousin was even more warm-hearted than him. They were indeed brothers.

At the same time, Chu Yuanyou thought of the example of recluse Zi Yang and felt a little excited. He was also a scholar and loved poetry. He had no reason not to look forward to such a rare opportunity.

Xu Qi ‘an looked around at the crowd and read the second sentence, “”I haven’t tried the Frostblade.”

It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but he had never tried the Frostblade … The officials present chewed on the poem with smiles on their faces and bright eyes.

The couplets were neat. Whether it was the charm or the mood, it was not as good as Xu Qi ‘an’s previous poems. However, the charm of poems was not only in the charm and mood.

It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the Frostblade had never been tested!

It was a short sentence, but it was full of ambition and pride. It took ten years to sharpen a sword. Only a young man like him could have such an extraordinary spirit.

Chu Yuanxi’s eyes lit up, and she unconsciously straightened her back. She leaned forward, looking forward to the next couplet.

It was too appropriate, too appropriate.

He had travelled far and wide over the years to broaden his horizons and cultivate his sword energy. This Supreme magical artifact of the human sect had always been hidden in its scabbard and had never been displayed.

It would eventually be unsheathed, but Chu Yuanyou had never thought about what kind of situation would make him unsheathe this sword.

It wasn’t until recently that the head of the Dao of the human sect sent a flying sword to summon him back to fight with li Miaozhen, a disciple of the heavenly sect, that Chu Yuanyou suddenly realized that he had been waiting for this moment.

However, he felt a little regretful. This sword was bound to be earth-shattering when it was unsheathed. He didn’t want to use it to kill li Miaozhen.

“What’s the lower Association? It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. Under what kind of circumstances will it be unsheathed?”

Chu Yuanxi muttered in her heart. She was filled with a desire to ‘learn’ from this.

“I haven’t thought of the second half yet.” Xu Qi ‘an shook his head and sighed.

“!!!”

“This, how did it disappear? It can’t be without it. How can a poem only have the first half?”

“Lord Xu, don’t be willful. We are still waiting.”

“What’s the second half? think again, think again …”

In the hall, everyone’s eyes were wide open, unable to accept this fact.

Xu Qi ‘an spread his hands and returned to his seat with a glass of wine. He said helplessly, “”Indeed, I haven’t thought about it yet. How about this, I’ll make half a song first, and I’ll give the other half to brother Chu in the future. How about it?”

“…… That’s the only way.” Chu Yuanqian said disappointedly.

Everyone reluctantly accepted this result.

The drinking game continued. Although it was elegant, the atmosphere was a little dull. Fu Xiang proposed a finger-guessing game, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.

The courtesans played finger-guessing games with their customers, having a lot of fun.

“Why don’t we play pitch-pot?”

Scholar Chu, who was not accompanied by a beauty, suggested.

This banquet was specially held to welcome him. He was the main character of the banquet, so he had the final say.

Pitch-pot had its own rules. It was very simple. A pot would be placed in the hall, and each of the drinkers would have three arrows. Those who did not hit would be punished to drink, and those who hit could order anyone on the field to drink.

After a few rounds, this group of high-ranking officials were slightly tipsy. They gradually changed from game participants to spectators, and then from spectators to cheering crowds.

Only Xu Qi ‘an and Chu Yuanqian were playing pitch-pot on the field. They hit every target. The two seemed to be in a fit of pique, and neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

The courtesans were waving their flags and shouting at the side. If either Xu Qi ‘an or Chu Yuanqi hit the mark, they would cheer loudly, their faces red with excitement.

It was rare to see such an exciting pitch-pot match.

In the beginning, the courtesans treated each other fairly and did not favor either side. Slowly, the twelve courtesans were divided into two camps. One side supported Chu Yuanqian, while the other side was Xu Qi ‘an’s fan … They were all women who had slept with Xu Qi ‘an, such as Fu Xiang, Ming Yan, and Xiao Ya.

“We can’t decide the winner this way, so I suggest we cover our eyes.” Xu Qi ‘an said.

Chu Yuanqian thought for a moment and shook her head. even if you cover your eyes, you’ll still hit the target. My suggestion is that each of you should shoot twenty arrows. Whoever finishes shooting first wins.

He knew how to play!

The customers and courtesans ‘eyes brightened as they expressed their agreement.

Fu Xiang ordered the maidservant to bring a silk scarf to cover their eyes. Xu Qi ‘an found that the silk scarf was hazy and had good light, and he could vaguely see the outline of a Barnacle.

He silently turned around, his back facing the field.

Chu Yuanqian was stunned. She shook her head with a smile and also turned her back to him.

The atmosphere became even more lively. Not only did they cover their faces, but they also turned around. They had never seen this before.

“How do we play with this?” “Who can hit the bullseye?” Ming Yan said in a tender voice.

“My Lord, I’ll serve whoever wins tonight,” another courtesan giggled.

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