The whole family stocked up on supplies two years in advance, so they could live a life of luxury wh

Xing'er wanted to laugh when she saw him break down.

But she held back, only letting a disdainful smile appear at the corner of her mouth:

"Of course I am not anything, because I am a human being, so of course I am not something."

As for whether you are a thing or not, I don't know.

"You...you, how could you possibly compare to me!"

Nan Xiucai's face turned red with anger at her arrogant manner.

But he had to maintain his image in front of his classmates.

Seeing this, Xing'er continued to provoke:

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll only know after we take it out for a spin. If you're so capable, why don't you compete with me in a flying flower game?"

"If I lose, I'll give you the money I made selling pork today. But if you lose, you'll lose all the money you have."

Before the Southern Scholar could speak, the Yao Scholar beside him shouted loudly:

"Brother Nan, why don't you have a contest with her? She's just a country girl; surely she can't be more learned than you?"

"Don't you think so, Brother Lingfeng?"

Young Master Lu Lingfeng nodded in agreement, snapped his fan shut with a "click," and said with great interest:

"Brother Wentian is right. Brother Nan, don't be afraid of losing face. This woman is just a village girl. You're bound to win no matter what."

Although Lu Lingfeng said this, another feeling arose in his heart.

He had a premonition.

Nan Yu is going to lose!

Da Ya whispered to herself:

"Sister Xing'er, can you read? How come I don't know how to read?"

The dog lowered its head and said:

"Have you forgotten about Sister Xing'er being struck by lightning? Ever since she was struck by lightning, Sister Xing'er has gained all sorts of abilities. Who knows, she might actually be able to beat Scholar Nan!"

Tiger Head also joined in the whispered discussion:

"Since Xing'er dares to say that, then she can beat Nan Xiucai. Let's just watch quietly. Xing'er will definitely win, and then she'll teach Nan Xiucai a lesson."

"He'll be so embarrassed!"

"Yes, we'll embarrass him to death later, and teach him a lesson for bullying our Sister Xing'er."

Dog hates Nan Xiucai the most. He thinks he's something special just because he's a scholar. His eyes are practically on the sky.

Now that the scholar was in a difficult position, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

"I didn't know you were good at the 'Flying Flowers' game. Tell me, what do you want to compete in?"

Xing'er calmly said:

"Since it's about flying flowers, let's use the character 'flower' (花). Don't tell me you don't know how!"

The scholar from the south snorted coldly and said:

"That's easy, just use flowery characters!"

Xing'er clasped her hands in a fist salute and said:

"Then let's have Scholar Nan begin!"

The scholar from the south glanced at the osmanthus blossoms in the courtyard and spoke his first words:

"The cassia blossoms fall in the quiet of the day; the spring mountains are empty in the stillness of the night."

Xing'er immediately received the message after hearing it:

"The trees by my inkstone-washing pond, each blossom bearing faint traces of ink."

Lu Lingfeng and Yao Wentian had never heard of this poem before, and they both looked at Xing'er with amazement.

This girl is definitely something else!

Nan Xiucai was surprised that she could actually answer the question; wasn't she illiterate?

Why can she recite poetry?

He was puzzled, but not wanting to lose face, he continued, shaking his head and saying:

"Its blossoms do not bloom among a hundred flowers; their solitary beauty by the sparse fence remains endless."

Xing'er continued, seemingly unconcerned:

"Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees burst into bloom."

Upon hearing such interesting poetry, Lu Lingfeng immediately envisioned a scene of pear blossoms in full bloom in spring. He couldn't help but quietly clap his hands in admiration, while Yao Wentian, standing beside him, was also immediately immersed in the beautiful poetry.

The scholar from the south hadn't expected her to be able to continue, and he angrily replied:

"It's not that I particularly love chrysanthemums among flowers, but that after this flower blooms, there are no more flowers left."

Xinger calmly replied:

"The face is gone, I know not where; but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

She had just finished speaking.

Lu Xianzhe walked in through the hanging flower gate and couldn't help but clap his hands and shout:

"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"

When the old butler saw his master approaching, he immediately stepped forward and said:

"Master, you've arrived. This old servant was just about to bring this young lady to you, but I didn't expect that the eldest young master would have her here to compete in the Flying Flower Order with the Southern Scholar."

Lu Xianzhe's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. "Did what I told you go smoothly? The girl I mentioned really showed up?"

"In reply to your question, sir, she is similar to the young lady you described."

"Okay, okay!"

When Lu Lingfeng saw his father arrive, he quickly closed the fan in his hand and walked over. At the same time, he instructed the servant next to him, "Go and bring a chair for the master to sit on, and bring over a few plates of tea and fruit."

The servant bowed his head and replied:

"Yes, young master! I'll take care of it right away."

Xing'er looked at the person in front of her. He was tall and slender. Although he was middle-aged, he did not look bulky at all. He was wearing a blue silk robe, a black turban on his head, and a dark blue belt around his waist. Only a jade pendant of excellent quality hung from his waist.

His eyes were gentle yet concealed a shrewdness.

He addressed the crowd present:

"You can continue. I'm just listening. The winner will receive ten taels of silver as a prize."

Lu Lingfeng stood respectfully beside his father and whispered:

"Dad, this village girl is quite interesting. Since you're free today, you can join us and have some fun."

Lu Xianzhe nodded with a hint of authority as he faced his son.

Yao Wentian and Nan Xiucai first greeted Master Lu before continuing to participate in the Flying Flower Order game.

Lu Lingfeng said to Nan Xiucai:

"Brother Nan, it's your turn."

After thinking for a moment, the scholar continued:

"The thatched eaves are swept clean and free of moss, and the flowers and trees are planted in neat rows by hand."

Xing'er continued:

"A few peach blossoms bloom outside the bamboo grove; the ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms."

The scholar hadn't expected her knowledge to far exceed his expectations. Although he was angry, he couldn't do anything about it and continued:

"The swallows do not return, spring is late; a stretch of misty rain falls, apricot blossoms are cold."

The two of them went back and forth like this for half an hour.

The scholar had only one line of poetry left in his mind; he could only hope that Li Xing'er, that vile woman, would stop talking.

He spoke with a hint of panic:

"Flowers bloom and fade without regret, fate comes and goes like flowing water."

Xing'er stared into Nan Xiucai's eyes with a hint of fierceness and said:

"When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither!"

This decisive move was delivered.

Everyone present was stunned.

Great sentence!

This is really well done!

Lu Xianzhe almost stood up and clapped, disregarding his status.

Yao Wentian and Lu Lingfeng were also stunned. They never expected that the seemingly ordinary village girl would have such amazing knowledge. They were afraid that even the two of them combined could not compare to her!

After she finished speaking, the scholar thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. He was completely stumped, and finally glared at Li Xing'er and said:

"You won by sheer luck today, but don't think you can win back my heart just like that. You... dream on!"

"Here's the silver."

After he finished speaking, he angrily took out all six taels of silver he had on him and threw them on the stone table.

Then he turned to Master Lu and the others and said:

"Sir, I am feeling unwell and would like to take my leave now."

Lu Xianzhe knew that he was unhappy about losing to a village girl, but since she was his son's classmate, he didn't say much and could only wave him away to leave on his own.

When Xing'er saw him about to leave, she knew her chance for revenge had come.

She shouted:

"Don't go! Scholar Nan, you're just leaving like this without even saying goodbye? Where's your manners and etiquette?"

Nan Xiucai knew what she wanted to do. He was trembling with anger, but he could only coldly say in front of everyone:

"What are you trying to say!"

Xing'er almost burst out laughing when she saw his angry expression, but she still calmly said:

"Scholar Nan, how could you lose to a mere village girl like me? You should know you're a student of Donglin Academy!"

"You should know shame!"

"Go back and study hard!"