The system forces me to be a scumbag

"Young master, do you want to fight poetry or chess?"

Lin Qiao looked at him suspiciously.

The man understood, "Is this your first time here, sir?"

Lin Qiao nodded, and the man told him about the rules of Qiyun Pavilion.

The Qiyun Hall is indeed a small hall, but it is not an ordinary small hall. It only entertains literati and refined scholars.

The small restaurants are proficient in various talents and have a roster. If you like one, you will have to compete for a talent competition. You can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Only those who win can see the selected young lady. If you lose, I am sorry. You can't even meet him face to face, let alone talk about one kiss Aizawa.

I didn't expect Qiyun Pavilion to be like this.

But Zhao Ning usually only eats, drinks, and has fun. He doesn't have any talent. He probably used money to let others compete, and his wealth is about the same.

Lin Qiao became interested, "Which one of you is the most beautiful here? Tell him to come out, I want to compete with him!"

He is the emperor, so he naturally wants to find the best one. He still has one thing to figure out.

The person who received him laughed when he heard this, "Master, you don't know, the most famous person here is Mr. Yun Le, it's not easy to meet him..."

The man still wanted to put on an official tone, but Lin Qiao stopped him directly, "Don't talk nonsense, how can I meet him."

It seems that he is another rich and powerful master.

"You have to pay a meeting fee of 1000 taels before you can compete."

1000 taels is enough for a meeting. If you win, it’s okay, but if you lose, it’s nothing.

1000 taels is not a small amount, so it is rare for someone to order Mr. Yunle as soon as they come.

Lin Qiao urged Qian Sheng on the side, "Give me the money."

Qian Sheng also knew that the master couldn't persuade him, so he had to obediently give the money.

After receiving the 1000 taels of silver, Lin Qiao was taken to the private room on the second floor.

The legendary Mr. Yun Le was dressed in pure white gauze, and his face was covered with white gauze. Just by looking at his figure, it was not difficult to see that he was a beauty.

Lin Qiao wanted to see if it was worth it for making it so mysterious.

"What do you want to compete, young master?"

The delicate boyish voice sounded very comfortable, but at this moment Lin Qiao thought of Yan Lu's deep voice.

He still prefers the more masculine.

"Just compare it to Go."

Among the princes, he is the best in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, riding and shooting, otherwise it would not be his turn to inherit the throne.

He originally saw a chessboard on the table, trying to save trouble, but he didn't expect that the person who entertained him just smiled.

"Young Master, our Master Yun Le is best at playing chess. I think you should try another game."

For the sake of 1000 taels, he kindly reminded him.

Yun Le is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially good at playing chess. After being here for more than a year, countless people have succeeded in the competition, so no one has seen her true face so far.

Lin Qiao spread out his folding fan, and coolly refused, "There's no need to change it, it's just like playing chess!"

He wants to see what level he is best at playing chess.

Persuasion and persuasion, it's none of their business whether they listen or not, they wish a few more idiots would come to give the banknotes.

Lin Qiao graciously sat opposite Yun Le, and took the chess box containing the chess pieces.

Yun Le looked at him carefully, just now he was far away, but now at a close distance, this guest has a good appearance.

The eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, the temperament is outstanding, and every gesture exudes nobility.

With such an appearance, even he himself was not sure that he could win. He thought that he was good-looking enough, but he did not expect to meet a fairy-like figure today.

"Playing chess? Why are you not moving?" Seeing him staring at her in a daze, Lin Qiao waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Yun Le came back to his senses, noticed his lack of focus, and quickly said, "I'm sorry I lost my mind, young master please."

The two fought back and forth for a while, and finally ended with Yun Le losing to the third son.

Yun Le put down the chess box, looked at Lin Qiao, "I lost."

Lin Qiao leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at him with all his leisure.

Yun Le didn't hesitate, and raised her hand to take off the veil.

A beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes, and beauty was beautiful, but Lin Qiao couldn't say how excited he was when he saw many beauties.

Seeing that the person in front of him was so calm when he saw his true face, Yun Le was a little disappointed.

He should have been sad when he lost the chess game, but he was willing to give this fairy-like figure in front of him for the first time, but he didn't expect that this person didn't look half happy.

"My lord, I lost, you can do whatever you want tonight." Yun Le reminded.

Lin Qiao snorted, and was about to ask her doubts, but the door was kicked open.

The two people in the room looked towards the door, only to see Yan Lu coming in viciously.

"Follow me!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Why are you here?" Lin Qiao was quite surprised to see Yan Lu here, but was picked up by Yan Lu and carried out directly.

It was useless to let Lin Qiao struggle as he carried people all the way to the General's Mansion.

When finally put down by Yan Lu, Lin Qiao's voice became hoarse.

"Yan Lu, why are you crazy?!" Lin Qiao glared at him dissatisfied.

Yan Lu stared back with a more fierce look, which made Lin Qiao's heart tremble with fright.

"Why did you go to the Qiyun Pavilion?!"

Lin Qiao didn't answer, Yan Lu pinched his chin to force him to look at him, and asked again.

"Why did you go to the Qiyun Pavilion, talk!"

"You, you pinch me, me, what do you say?"

Lin Qiao tried to break Yan Lu's hand with both hands, but the difference in strength was too great, and he couldn't break it.

Yan Lu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and slowly let go of Lin Qiao.

"Why did you go to the Qiyun Pavilion?"

Lin Qiao, who was free, became arrogant again, "What is your attitude? I am the emperor, why do you question me?! I haven't asked you what you are doing there yet? You can't be..."

He went to clarify a question in his heart, but why did Yan Lu go?

Could it be that he likes...

Seeing Lin Qiao's shocked appearance, Yan Lu's anger was completely extinguished.

He explained, "My cousin always likes to go to Qiyun Hall recently. My aunt is worried that he will fail in his studies, so I just ask me to catch him back, not because I want to go."

Lin Qiao hummed, this is more or less the same.

"What about you? What are you going to do?" Yan Lu leaned forward and pressed Lin Qiao again.

The two were very close, and their breaths were entangled, and Lin Qiao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"I, why didn't I go there, I just heard that Zhao Ning's leg was broken by his father because he went there, so I wanted to see what kind of place it was."

Strange, why did he explain so much to Yan Lu?

"Get up, what are you doing so close?" Lin Qiao became furious, and pushed Yan Lu away who was about to stick to her body.

Hearing his explanation, Yan Lu's face, which had been cold all night, finally warmed up.

"Just go and have a look, if you do other things, I..."

I really don't know what I will do.