We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

“Young master, shall we play this?”

Yan Ruxue turned around and said to Xiao Mo with a smile, her expression carrying traces of anticipation.

“Naturally,” Xiao Mo didn’t think much of it. “So who will guess?”

“Emmm…” The woman’s finger gently pressed against her lips, elegant yet carrying a few traces of playful cuteness. “How about the young master guesses?”

“Alright then. Since the young lady has said so, I can only do my best and strive not to disappoint you,” Xiao Mo said with a smile.

“Are you two going to play the poetry guessing game?”

Hearing their conversation, the tea house maid stepped forward and bowed respectfully to them.

“Yes,” Xiao Mo nodded.

“Young master, please come this way. We have prepared some items for your use,” the maid said to Xiao Mo, leading him to a table.

On this table were placed various items, including lotus flowers, tea leaves, writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and so on.

“Miss, please come choose a poem.”

The tea house maid said to Yan Ruxue.

“During the poetry guessing process, the miss cannot say any character from the verse, nor can you reveal the poem’s author or title.”

“Understood.”

Yan Ruxue nodded and stepped forward to look at the red basket the maid handed over.

Inside the basket were dozens of plaques with verses written on them.

Yan Ruxue took out plaques from the basket one by one to examine them.

Finally, her gaze fell upon a wooden plaque with only ten characters.

As she looked at it, a soft glow flashed through the woman’s eyes.

“I’ll choose this verse.”

Yan Ruxue picked up the wooden plaque and said to the tea house maid.

“Very good, miss,” the maid accepted it with a smile. “Miss, you may now play the poetry guessing game with this young master.”

Yan Ruxue smiled gracefully, turned around, and looked at Xiao Mo standing not far away, “Is the young master ready?”

“Naturally,” Xiao Mo fanned his folding fan. “Come on.”

Standing on the other side, Xiao Chun watched her young miss and His Majesty, unable to help but reveal an auntie smile.

The more she looked, the more Xiao Chun felt His Majesty and her young miss were a perfect match. However, suddenly, the image of Princess Qinyang popped into Xiao Chun’s mind, and her mouth pouted with some anger in her heart.

If it weren’t for that Princess Qinyang, her young miss and His Majesty would have already been married.

Why would there be so many complications now?

But it was fine.

His Majesty and the young miss had such a good relationship now.

After the young miss entered the palace, His Majesty would certainly be extremely delighted then when the young miss bore His Majesty a little prince, let’s see how that Princess Qinyang could compete!

That Princess Qinyang should just obediently be the lesser consort!

As for whether Princess Qinyang would bear a prince before the young miss?

Impossible! Her young miss was much more suited for childbearing than that Princess Qinyang. It would definitely be the young miss first!

Compared to Xiao Chun, Wei Xun, who was guarding to the side with the guards, wasn’t thinking so much.

He was only thinking about whether he should help His Majesty inquire about which distinguished family’s young lady this was, and whether to have her enter the palace to serve His Majesty but soon, Wei Xun shook his head and dismissed this thought.

His Majesty hadn’t said anything, so he shouldn’t worry on His Majesty’s behalf.

Moreover, now wasn’t the right time. After all, the daughter of the Yan family and Princess Qinyang would soon be entering the palace.

Having her enter the palace to serve His Majesty now, wouldn’t that be harming her?

“We’re ready. We can begin,” Yan Ruxue said with a smile to the tea house maid.

“Very good, miss,” The tea house maid nodded, then turned over the hourglass.

“Emmm,” Yan Ruxue pondered slightly, thinking about how she should explain. “This poem is a five-character quatrain, and these two verses are the last two lines of this five-character quatrain.”

Yan Ruxue extended her fair delicate finger and pointed at the red beans placed on the table, “The title of this poem is similar in meaning to this.”

“Similar in meaning to red beans?” Xiao Mo thought for a moment and felt it should be a poem with red beans as the subject. “Could it be ‘Ode to Red Beans’? ‘One hidden in the heart’s depths, in this life not to be dust’?”

“That’s not it, young master,” Yan Ruxue shook her head. “The meaning is still somewhat different.”

“Then it must be ‘Asking the Red Beans’ written by Cheng Rong, ‘Head lowered without a word, heart’s matters already a thousand fold,'” Xiao Mo guessed again.

“That’s not it either,” Yan Ruxue still shook her head.

“Also not?”

This made Xiao Mo furrow his brow somewhat.

These two poems were both written by famous poets of Zhou Kingdom, yet unexpectedly neither was correct.

Moreover, Xiao Mo didn’t know many poems about red beans. Plus, quite a few verses in this world were the same as verses from Blue Star, only with different authors but it was precisely because the verses from the two worlds were intermingled.

This made Xiao Mo even more confused.

“This poem was not written by a poet from our Zhou Kingdom,” Yan Ruxue reminded him.

“Could it be written by that Poetry Immortal from Chen Kingdom, ‘Red beans condense crimson color, after frost the branches full of seeds’?”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then it must be, ‘Coral sinks in azure sea, red beans weep on branch tips’?” Xiao Mo said, stroking his chin but Yan Ruxue still shook her head.

The woman’s eyes blinked gently as she thought about how to explain.

Finally, Yan Ruxue looked at the red beans on the table, a bright gleam flashing through her eyes, “Young master, please pick up some of the red beans on the table.”

Xiao Mo glanced at the red beans on the table, then did as told.

“Young master, pick up some more,” Yan Ruxue continued.

Xiao Mo picked up some more.

“This verse contains the action the young master just performed,” Yan Ruxue said with a smile.

Xiao Mo looked at the red beans in his hand and thought carefully.

He felt he was about to figure it out, just missing a tiny bit.

“Young master, miss, my apologies, but time is up.”

But at this moment, the small hourglass had finished flowing, and the tea house maid reminded them.

Xiao Mo smiled helplessly, “My apologies, young lady. I felt I was so close. This humble one’s learning is too shallow.”

“It’s no matter,” Yan Ruxue stepped forward, the corners of her mouth curving slightly. “It’s not the young master’s fault at all. This poem is indeed quite difficult to guess, and it’s also this young lady’s fault for not knowing how to express it to the young master.”

Xiao Mo smiled and didn’t engage in mutual courtesies and deflection of responsibility. He only asked curiously, “Young lady, what is this poem?”

“This poem…”

Yan Ruxue’s lips curved slightly. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing her fair wrist, and her jade-green fingers grasped red beans from the basket one by one.

“Young master, please extend your hand,” Yan Ruxue said softly.

Though Xiao Mo looked puzzled, he still extended his palm.

One bean.

Two beans.

Three beans.

Yan Ruxue placed the red beans one by one into Xiao Mo’s palm.

“These two verses are…”

Yan Ruxue raised her head and gazed deeply at the man before her.

“‘I hope you gather them abundantly… This object… most embodies longing…'”