The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 4475: Leaving in a Fling of Sleeves

Everyone looked at the unfamiliar young scholar in blue, their expressions varied but mostly disdainful.

Why?

Because the familiar faces they recognized were prominent figures in Tianhai County, such as Bai Gongzi and Hang Gongzi.

The former was the eldest son of the largest gentry family in Tianhai County, and the latter was the son of the county magistrate of Tianhai County...

This scholar with a blue robe and small mustache, where did he come from? He must have read a few books and thought he was smart...

Here, as the host, the purple-clothed scholar was not foolish. Of course, he could see that the blue-clothed scholar who suddenly appeared was there to help the white-clothed scholar out of trouble.

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But what they said was so reasonable, and in front of everyone, I couldn't forcefully refuse.

The scholar in purple robes adopted a magnanimous and open-minded demeanor, saying: "My friend is too kind. Guests are always welcome. Tonight's poetry gathering was intended to cultivate our sentiments. Please feel free to enjoy yourselves."

The young scholar in green nodded with a smile, hands clasped behind his back. After a moment's thought, he said: "Four sides are windproof and the inside is piercingly cold, it is a character '图'."

"Brother Bai, have I said something wrong?" he asked the scholar in white with a smile.

The scholar in white suddenly realized, his eyes flashing with a glimmer.

He raised his hand and clapped, "Congratulations, you got it right! It's indeed a character with hidden intentions!"

At this time, the others in their seats also tasted the logic within and nodded in approval.

The scholar in white glanced again at the scholar in blue across from him. This stranger who had inexplicably come to his aid, showing kindness towards him, what was he plotting?

The scholar in white smiled enigmatically, saying: “Look back, and fine wine will be offered.”

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The young scholar in blue paused, about to sit down, but was called back by the purple-clad scholar once more.

"I didn't expect that this fellow was also a master of riddles, hidden in plain sight! I admire you. May I ask your esteemed name and address?" The scholar in purple smiled and asked.

Hearing this, the scholar in blue's smile became somewhat strange.

“Mr. Hang, that makes me feel a little awkward. After all, you are the host of tonight's gathering. The invitation I'm wearing was personally written by you. You invited me to participate in your poetry society. I got on board and actively participated, yet you ask about my family background? Well... I can only say hehe...”

The scholar's words caused some people below to stifle their laughter, accompanied by whispers.

The scholar in white laughed directly, “Young Master Hang has a lot on his plate and many important people to deal with. It’s normal for you to forget things like this. There’s no need to dwell on it!”

The young scholar in blue robes flicked open the paper fan in his hand with a soft *pa-da* sound, gently fanned himself once, and smiled faintly while shaking his head slightly. Please note: I've removed the unnecessary <<< and >>>tags from your request. If you have other text you'd like me to translate, please provide it without these tags. Let me know if you have any other questions!

The scholar in purple blushed and gave an embarrassed smile, raising his hand to gesture towards the scholar in blue. "My memory is poor, I'm ashamed, ashamed. Please sit down, brother, let's continue playing."

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The young scholar in green didn't argue. He smiled and sat down.

Yang Ruqing didn't originally want to attract attention, but the scholar in white was her target. To get close to him, she naturally had to show kindness.

Since he couldn't answer the riddle just now, it was a good opportunity. Opportunities are fleeting and must be seized.

Then, after they sat down again, the scholar in white across from them kept looking over. His gaze was intense.

Yang Ruqing also raised her cup and gestured to the scholar in white across from her, taking a light sip.

The scholar in white also smiled slightly, picked up his wine cup. The two of them drank to each other from a distance, as if the entertainment of the other people in this elegant room had nothing to do with them.

Outside the chamber, a man in a dark robe stood tall and straight. His gaze went beyond the crowd and landed on Yang Ruqing and the white-clothed scholar who kept raising his cup to her.

A man's brow was furrowed.

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Although he knew his daughter-in-law had come to the banquet tonight to help him with the case, seeing this scene made him feel like a cat was scratching at him in his chest, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Had he known his wife would be so bold and stand out from the crowd, he should have stuck some whiskers on her mouth before going out, maybe even a full beard.

As for Bai, you better be honest! If you dare to lay a finger on my daughter-in-law, I'll skin you alive!

"Master, Lord Hang has been waiting for you on the third floor for a long time." Ye Yi quietly approached and whispered to Luo Fengtang in a low voice.

Luo Fengtang had just come to his senses.

Before leaving, he cast one last glance at the scholar in white within the study. Just as the scholar looked up, their gazes met.

The scholar in white felt a sudden chill run down his spine, as if an ice knife had been pressed against his scalp. He shivered from head to toe.

By the time he came to, the man in the dark robe was gone.

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The man in white stood there, his heart full of suspicion. He could only quickly raise his cup and take a big gulp to calm himself down.

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The urgent, torrential drumming suddenly ceased. A red flower ball landed in the bosom of the scholar in purple robes.

Then everyone laughed and said, “Host, it’s your turn now. Time for you to recite a poem.”

Yang Ruqing and the scholar in white both turned their gazes to the scholar in purple. Only then did they realize this part of the competition was an impromptu poem about a painting of a woman holding a pipa.

The game is like passing a flower with drums. Whoever receives the flower has to do something, that's the rule.

So, the young scholar in purple smiled and rose to his feet. He bowed to the crowd first and said, "I'll offer a few lines as a starting point."

"When the waning moon sets, beauties bid farewell with tears. The golden lute is adorned with jade feathers, and its strings sing like yellow warblers. The people by the window resemble the moon, while those in the green windows seem like flowers! A full house of red sleeves beckon, urging me to return home early!"

The young scholar in purple robes recited his poem with expressive intonation, seeming to be lost in its beauty.

Others also shook their heads and followed suit, savoring the poems of the scholar in purple. Their expressions varied, many appearing intoxicated. Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

The young scholar in white smiled faintly and said, “Young Master Hang is truly a man of many lovers. These emerald-slim figures, all beauties, are full of affection for women in every word and line. It’s truly poetic and picturesque, gentle and idyllic. Life is so short, how wonderful! But he doesn't mention the suffering of humanity, the sorrows of the people, or the rise and fall of the country and family. Alas!”

The young scholar in purple robes wore a smug smile, but he hadn't expected the young scholar in white, who had been praising him just moments ago, to suddenly turn his words into criticism, saying that he only knew about frivolous things like flowers, snow, and moonlight.

Even a scholar in purple robes, no matter how good-natured and cunning, would not want to endure this any longer.

"Brother Bai, discussing the wind and moon is not contradictory to having a heart for the world. Tonight, under this beautiful scenery, we have gathered here. Brother Bai, please give us some face and don't always say such gloomy things."

The scholar in white let out a cold snort. “Still the same words, I'm here to attend this gathering of romantic poetry and elegance to fulfill my filial duty to my father. His orders cannot be disobeyed. If you all find my presence a blight on your festivities, then feel free. I shall take my leave now, farewell!”

The scholar in white, having said his piece, truly got up and brushed his sleeves to leave. No one could stop him.