What should I do if I am a villain and the heroine likes me?

He Yunxiao almost laughed out loud.

What am I afraid of?

But he tried hard to hold back his laughter and didn't dare to expose himself too obviously. What if Yang Zhe stopped playing?

He Yunxiao suppressed his laughter and looked embarrassed, "How to judge?"

Yang Zhe felt more confident when he saw He Yunxiao acting like this.

If the parties involved have no confidence, then why should this pile of vernacular be called poetry?

He said proudly: "Now is the stage of 'falling flowers'. Whether the poems written by oneself are up to standard must of course be judged by the oiran himself."

He Yunxiao nodded and added: "That's right. But what I want to ask is, how to judge your level?"

Seeing that Yang Zhe was a little confused, He Yunxiao added: "As we all know, there are six levels of oiran ratings: poor, good, excellent, superior, excellent, and excellent. If I can get an 'excellent' rating, then what? Say, you, Yang Zhe, are blind? Don’t you know the real thing?”

Yang Zhe snorted coldly: "You want to bet with me?"

He Yunxiao smiled and said: "Yes, it's just a bet. If I get 'excellent', you can leave on your own. If I don't get 'excellent', I will leave on my own. Yang Zhe, do you dare to bet?"

Yang Zhe asked himself, as the number one scholar in the imperial examination, his literary quality was still in place. In any case, it will not let the real pearl become dusty.

Take He Yunxiao's poems as an example. Even if he has prejudices against He Yunxiao, Yang Zhe himself is very willing to admit that the last poem "Flowers bloom like fire, but also like loneliness" is indeed amazing.

But if you put together a bunch of non-rhythmic vernacular and count it as poetry, it would be very nonsense.

In fact, Yang Zhe's confidence not only comes from his own judgment of poetry, but also from the fact that Du Yinyun himself has a higher literary quality than him in terms of poetry.

When it comes to poetry, this "elegant toy", only ladies and poor scholars are the real experts.

Yang Zhe has martial arts skills, but he is still a martial artist at heart.

A general never fights an unprepared battle. Therefore, based on the above judgment, Yang Zhe believed that Du Yinyun, who had higher requirements for poetry, could not count He Yunxiao's pile of vernacular words as poetry.

Faced with He Yunxiao's bet provocation, Yang Zhe accepted it calmly and even increased the bet.

Wouldn't it be nice to take advantage of the sure-win gamble to completely remove He Yunxiao, an eyesore, from Sister Yin Yun's sight?

Yang Zhe said: "He Yunxiao, there is no need for 'excellent'. As long as your words get 'excellent', I will leave and I will never know my sister Yin Yun again. Likewise, if you don't get 'excellent', you will just be like this." Leave Chunfeng Tower and never bother Sister Yin Yun again.”

He Yunxiao turned back midway just to stop Yang Zhe from robbing his wife. How could there be any reason not to obey at this time?

He immediately said: "It's a deal!"

Yang Zhe was even more afraid that He Yunxiao would regret it. After all, regretting something was common for dandies. Then he said: "Today the two of us are placing a bet, and everyone in Chunfeng Tower is invited to be witnesses!"

Of course, everyone was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. The commander of the imperial army and the son of the general were fighting each other over a woman. This kind of scene was not something they could see.

"no problem!"

"Don't worry, Commander Yang, I'll keep an eye on He Yunxiao!"

"Whoever regrets it is a dog!"

Liu Feiyun, who was sitting next to Yang Zhe, cupped his hands and said to him: "The overall situation has been decided. Feiyun would like to congratulate Commander Yang first."

After hearing this, Yang Zhe became more and more pleased with Liu Feiyun. Said: "Who are you, Liu Feizhan, who is called Liuyun Tanhuashou by people in the world?"

Liu Feiyun's face was filled with joy: "It's my brother. My younger brother has no martial arts talent and is playful by nature, so he manages the family's property in Yinjing. Zuixianju belongs to my Liu family. If the commander wants to come to Zuixianju, My little brother will definitely accompany you all the way.”

Yang Zhe said politely: "Definitely."

Over there, He Yunxiao hired pen and ink to silently write the entire poem on silk paper. This handwriting can not only be said to have collapsed, but also be said to be in a state of chaos.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that after He Yunxiao finished writing the poem, he naughtily wrote "touch hands" on the corner of the paper.

Subsequently, the paper involving the fate of the two men was delivered to the tables of the five scoring girls in Chunfeng Tower.

In fact, Yang Zhe's guess was half correct.

Du Yinyun is very accomplished in poetry and poetry. If it were not for Fan Ziruo of the Fan family, Du Yinyun would probably be regarded as the most talented woman in Yin Jing.

He Yunxiao's modern poems are indeed very poetic, but they are too far ahead of the times, so it is normal for them not to be understood.

According to the usual rules, Du Yinyun would not agree with such a very obscure and extremely controversial modern poem by He Yunxiao for the sake of stability, or because he could not understand it, or for other reasons.

Because reviews are based on face.

If this poem was written by a great Confucian, it would be recorded in the annals of history and be studied carefully. Because Da Ru has been beaten down by previous works, his level is guaranteed.

But it was written by someone like He Yunxiao, whose literary level is actually negative in the eyes of others. If it is not thrown directly into the trash, it can be regarded as respectable.

But after all calculations, Yang Zhe guessed one thing wrong, that is, Du Yinyun now, or any woman in love, is simply unreasonable.

Regardless of your poems, do you want He Yunxiao to stop "entangled" with you? Don’t even think about it!

Du Yinyun got He Yunxiao's poem, and the more she looked at it, the more cute his scrawled handwriting became.

Soon, she noticed the three words He Yunxiao wrote quietly below, "touch hands".

Du Yinyun quietly clamped her legs together and her face turned red.

She hurriedly "reduced her fever" and returned to her expressionless and cold appearance, but she couldn't stop her brain from breaking down and began to recall the image of He Yunxiao sitting on her bed.

Strong and healthy muscles, rough but warm hands, a face more handsome than any other man in the world...

Raised at home since childhood, Du Yinyun didn't really understand what love was. She thought her life was to marry a man when she was old enough, and then take care of him and raise children until the end of her life...

But He Yunxiao was not that kind of person. Others said he was bad, but in fact he was very interesting, very principled, and very idealistic. Most importantly, he could believe in himself without reservation.

Even Du Yinyun herself understood that this feeling of being trusted, needed, and relied on was actually what made her completely poisoned.

But love is like this. Even if you understand it, you are still deeply trapped in it and can't extricate yourself.

Jiang Wuyou had already scored it. Seeing that Du Meimei next to him hadn't moved for a long time, he looked over at her.

Du Yinyun stared at the silk paper where He Yunxiao wrote. Jiang Wuyou followed her gaze and saw three words hidden in the corner of the paper: "touch hand".

Sister Jiang's face suddenly turned red.

She thought that Du Yinyun and He Yunxiao were still in conflict. He Yunxiao was too strong and almost...

Jiang Wuyou herself would not be jealous of He Yunxiao and Du Yinyun, but Jiang Wuyou also knew that a lady like Du Yinyun, who was born in a wealthy family, liked to be jealous.

Fearing that she would cause the two of them to have no chance at all, she hurriedly explained to Du Yinyun: "Yinyun, it's not what you think. There is nothing wrong between He Yunxiao and me... He touched my hand because..."

Du Yinyun woke up after hearing what Jiang Wuyou said, and resumed her unfamiliar appearance with He Yunxiao, and said coldly: "Has Sister Jiang finished the rating?"

Jiang Wuyou nodded, and then collected everyone's ratings.

Of course, the three red-card girls acted according to the expressions of the two courtesans. One of them gave "excellent" and the other gave "excellent".

Although the three of them could not tell where He Yunxiao's poem was considered a poem, they could not go wrong by following the courtesan's scoring.

So, under Yang Zhe's confident eyes, the maid read out the score of He Yunxiao's modern poem.

"Excellent."

Excellent!

When the score came out, the whole audience was stunned.

How could it be excellent?

Yang Zhe even began to doubt his life's learning.

Any normal person would not think that He Yunxiao's poem was excellent, right?

He Yunxiao was not surprised at this result. The referees were all his people. How could he lose?

He added fuel to the fire and said, "If it weren't for Commander Yang changing the standard from "excellent" to "excellent", I would really leave."

He stood up and saluted.

"He thanked Commander Yang for his help. I would like to see you off. It's dark and the road is slippery. Go home early."