Over there, the fun has already begun.

Drinking games, filling in lyrics, guessing riddles, composing poems...

Following the order, one by one, let's start with the drinking game.

Jar after jar of fine wine was brought up, and delicacies were laid out on the small tables in front of everyone. Pretty girls of about eighteen or nineteen came over personally to wait on each invited guest.

Beside Yang Ruqing, naturally came another person.

"Master, your servant will serve you some dishes and wine!" the girl said softly, her eyes betraying her admiration.

If she hadn't stuck on those two little whiskers, Yang Ruqing was still very confident in her appearance. But once she stuck on the whiskers, Yang Ruqing felt like she suddenly resembled Shen Gongbao. Every whisker radiated a sense of sleaziness. Would this girl even be attracted to me? Her taste is quite unconventional.

"No, no need for that," Yang Ruqing hastily waved her hand.

The girl was puzzled and unwilling to leave.

Yang Ruqing winked at the girl and whispered, "Then you should sit a little farther away from me. There's a tigress at home, you know what I mean."

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The girl immediately understood and politely moved back a little distance.

Earlier, the drinking game reached its peak, with cheers and applause non-stop.

Yang Ruqing savored the wine by herself, her gaze sweeping over the crowd before her like a hunter's, as if they were all prey.

After the drinking game, it was time for the riddle session.

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Riddles, both about characters and objects, endlessly emerge, each one a tricky puzzle.

All the students were itching to get started, eager and excited. The prize was truly enticing: a piece of fine bluestone from Jinnan County, along with a set of high-quality writing implements.

Yang Ruqing noticed that the scholar in white had not participated in the drinking orders and poem writing earlier. When it came to riddles, however, he showed a few points of interest.

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And these few points of interest were immediately seen by the scholar in purple, who took the initiative to bring a bamboo slip to the scholar in white: "Brother Bai, I have long heard that you won the top prize for guessing lantern riddles on the Lantern Festival when you were ten years old. Tonight, just happens to be an item where we guess riddles. Brother Bai, would you be interested in showing us your skills and opening our eyes?"

The scholar in white glanced at the scholar in purple, smirking with disdain. “Solve a riddle? I haven’t played this in years, but tonight, I feel like it. A little fun wouldn’t hurt!”

Mr. Ziyi beamed with delight and hurriedly turned to instruct the attendant behind him to prepare ink and paper.

The boy attendant spread out the paper in front of the young scholar in white, and prepared the ink and brush.

Here, the scholar in purple presented a bamboo tube containing bamboo slips to the scholar in white, gently shaking it and smilingly gestured with his hand as if to say 'please'.

The young scholar in white then casually pulled one out.

"Brother Bai, please give me some face and let me try reading the poem?" the scholar in purple smiled.

The scholar in white raised an eyebrow and casually handed the bamboo slip to the scholar in purple.

The young scholar in purple then raised his bamboo slip and read aloud, "A person draws a bow lying in the grass. Please guess the character."

Everyone below fell into thought, Yang Ruqing also pondered with her chin in her hand.

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I'm sorry, she doesn't have a talent for that.

The scholar in white had already picked up his brush and, after a few strokes on the paper before him, set it down again.

The young scholar in purple robes curiously picked up the paper with the answer to the riddle and read aloud, "Tí!"

Below, everyone nodded.

Yang Ruqing also looked up at the character, eh, it's true, if you break down this character, there really are bow and grass radicals, quite fitting!

“Brother Bai is skilled. You haven't finished three rounds yet, please draw another topic.” The scholar in purple smiled and handed the bamboo tube to the scholar in white.

Although he smiled with great enthusiasm and his words were full of flattery, Yang Ruqing could sense that the young scholar in purple was not being sincere. Behind this dazzling smile, there lurked thoughts of "raising him up to praise him only to bring him down."

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It's not a good bird!

Yang Ruqing shook her head secretly.

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Over there, the scholar in white seemed very confident about riddles. He casually picked up another bamboo slip and handed it to the scholar in purple.

The sun sets in the west, and the moon rises in the east.

The scholar in purple just finished reading, and the scholar in white immediately picked up his brush and wrote a large "Ming" character on the paper.

Below, the crowd erupted in cheers once more.

Next, the third question.

"On all sides, there is no wind. Inside, it's freezing cold. Brother Bai, please write the answer." The scholar in purple said.

This round, the scholar in white seemed to hesitate.

And then below, they began to whisper to each other. The faces of the scholars were all different, making all kinds of thoughtful expressions.

This time, Yang Ruoheng blinked. She had heard this riddle before.

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During the Lantern Festival, she had dinner and drinks with Dayan and Mukizuka. They played this game together.

“Brother Bai, why don't you write the answer to the riddle? We're still waiting for you to reveal it to us!”

The scholar in purple robes was polite and courteous.

The scholar in white lightly furrowed his brows.

The scholar in purple attire let a barely perceptible smile play at the corner of his lips. He then turned to the others and said, "Brother Bai is stingy with his teachings. I wonder if anyone else here can unravel the mystery? The prize will be doubled!"

Under a heavy reward, many people responded, but unfortunately, none of them answered correctly.

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Turning his gaze back to the scholar in white, the purple-clothed scholar said: "Brother Bai, we've gone around in circles. Everyone has failed to uncover the mystery. If Brother Bai knows the answer, please enlighten us!"

The scholar in white raised his eyes and glanced at the purple-clad scholar whose smile didn't reach his eyes. He finally realized that he seemed to have jumped into a pit dug by the purple-clad scholar.

Give up completely and admit defeat?

It's too embarrassing.

Need to hire help?

The scholar in white swept his eyes across the room. These self-proclaimed literati, these so-called men of letters, were nothing more than sycophants...

"Brother Bai."

A clear voice rang out.

Across the way, in an inconspicuous corner, a young scholar stood up. He was dressed in azure robes, with a handsome face and two distinctive sideburns. He smiled serenely at me.

“Brother Bai, this riddle you posed to me during our last drink, I failed to answer back then. After returning home, I racked my brains for days before finally figuring out a single character. Today, you’re reluctant to reveal the riddle, could it be that you’re afraid if I hear it, I’ll come prepared and win our bet, forcing you to buy me a drink?” the scholar in green robes asked with a faint smile.

The scholar in white was taken aback.

The young scholar in blue robes before him was unfamiliar, and he couldn't remember ever making a wager with this person, enjoying a drink together, or engaging in riddles.

But as this person spoke, they subtly winked in my direction. Was that my imagination? There was a glint of cunning in their eyes after all?

But his eyes were bright and clear, kind and full of goodwill, as if he were here to save the day.

The young scholar, Bai, inexplicably felt a surge of impulsiveness and decided to take a gamble.

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“Why must you expose my thoughts? It’s better to pretend we don't see through each other, wouldn't you agree? That way we can still be good friends.” The scholar in white also smiled faintly and raised his wine cup, gesturing towards the scholar in blue.

The scholar in green laughed brightly, then turned to the scholar in purple and raised both hands in a standard Confucian salute.

"Young Master Hang, this matter stems from a wager my brother Bai and I made last time. I wonder if today you could, perhaps, lend me your platform to reveal the answer to my riddle, allowing Brother Bai to verify it? This way, all the talented individuals present could serve as witnesses for me, preventing Brother Bai from reneging on his promise of fine wine, wouldn't you agree?" The scholar in green robes smiled and sought input from the scholar in purple.

The God Emperor of Nine Heavens

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