Is my wife farming today?

Chapter 51 The poetry meeting is coming soon
  Xue Hanxiang stayed for less than a quarter of an hour and then left. He refused and asked Jiang You to find a carriage to take him off.

After today, everyone in the Xie Mansion knows the steward who manages the courtyard for his second young lady, so his attitude has also changed dramatically. Before, no matter whether he came in person or as a servant who sent messages, he would inevitably face some difficulties. But now, it's better. When they heard that he was leaving, everyone rushed to pick up a car to see him off.

It made him feel embarrassed.

Xue Hanxiang knew that his master was afraid that he would be wronged and deliberately punished the servants in a big way in order to shock the servants in the mansion. He was grateful and moved in his heart.

I can only secretly make up my mind to take care of the vegetable farm's business in an orderly manner and not let the master worry about it in the slightest, as a reward.

Late at night.

Xie Xie was still writing something at the desk. Jiang You turned on the lamp and checked several times. He saw that she was either scratching her ears or her cheeks, as if she had a severe headache.

Then he stepped forward in an understanding manner and asked, "Why are you still not sleeping, young lady? Are you copying books? Can the little one come and help you copy?"

Decline didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.

Jiang You walked forward with a new oil lamp in hand. Dozens of hemp papers filled with words were stacked on top of the desk. The handwriting was scrawled, and the ink spots stained her sleeves.

She ignored it and continued to write tirelessly.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy."

"There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous. It will be scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."

Jiang You learned some words from Xie Xie, and he could only recognize the poems on the paper, but he didn't know what they meant, so he just whispered them.

Xie Xie found him standing behind him, turned around and asked him: "Jiang You, what do you think of this poem?"

Jiang You was stunned for a moment and said honestly: "The poem written by the young lady must be good, but I just can't understand it."

Her honesty annoyed Xie Xie, so she simply threw the pen away, causing ink stains all over the desk.

"I won't write anymore. I can just sing a song tomorrow. I don't like him. Why should I ask him to value me so much?" She shouted plausibly, then took off her shoes and socks all the way, and climbed onto the bed.

Seeing this, Jiang You hurriedly called for his servants to come in and wash her up.

Xie Xie looked at the servant in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the handsome and cold green slave from before. I wonder how he was doing at Shen Yiming's place? I am going to Yuxiang Tower tomorrow anyway, so I would like to ask him how he is doing.

The servants were very quick with their hands and feet, or they might have been waiting outside the door for her to rest so that they could come in and get acquainted. At this moment, they took off her makeup and hair for her.

"Where are you touching your hands?" declined suddenly. The little slave who was about to take off her obscene clothes was so frightened that he knelt down in a hurry. She waved her hand, "Forget it, you all can go down."

Jiang You said: "Young Master, you think Lianxiang is clumsy, right? He has been like this since he was a child. He has a clumsy mouth, but his hands are also very clumsy. When he is young, he will be transferred to another place to avoid being clumsy here and disturbing your eyes." ."

In fact, it was not the case. Xie Xie was in a bad mood tonight, and the servants could see it, so they became a little nervous, and that's why they made a mistake.

Jiang You also knew her temperament, so he said it deliberately, which was actually to coax her.

Xie Xie knew it in his heart, and sighed, "I'm afraid I won't die, so I'll let that person undress me in the future..." His tone was full of melancholy and worry.

Jiang You took advantage of the situation and asked: "Miss, are you worried about tomorrow's poetry meeting? If you don't want to go, just complain about illness, and I will refuse to go on your behalf."

"I don't want to go, but Naihe has already agreed to him."

"he is?"

He closed his eyes and waved his hand, "The boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge. Stop talking and blow out the lights for me. You should also go to bed early and wake me up early tomorrow."

"Yes, miss." Jiang You blew the oil lamp on the table next to the bed, closed the propped window, and then quietly stepped out.

Have a good night's sleep.     Sleep until three o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Wenxi's carriage stopped outside the door, but the man rushed in with a groan. When he heard the refusal and didn't get up, he suddenly became furious.

"Didn't you agree to go to the Poetry Club? Why are you still sleeping at this hour? There won't be a good seat if you're late!" Zhou Wenxi patted the door, "Thank you Luoyi, thank you Luoyi! Wake up!"

This voice woke up the rejection from the sweet dream.

The servants were busy dressing and tidying up for her, while Zhou Wenxi was so angry that he walked around the bedroom. He accidentally saw the messy documents on the desk and went over to take a look.

Stunned with fear.

"This, this, this, this is what you wrote?" Zhou Wenxi glanced at the hemp paper filled with ghost symbols several times, "Yes, this is your handwriting! You can't even write correctly, but you can still make mistakes. poetry?"

He refused to get up because he was angry, and looked too languid to pay attention to her words.

Zhou Wenxi was not in a hurry. He sat in front of the bookcase and flipped through the pages one by one. Finally, he carefully selected one of them and said with a smile: "Anyway, you have written so many poems, and you don't care about this one, so you gave it to me." Let’s show off for once!”

Xie Xueyi raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at where she was, "100 taels of silver a piece, give me the money."

Zhou Wenxi jumped up, covered his face and cried, "Why don't you go and grab it! Do you think 100 taels of silver is easy to earn?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, it will be 200 taels."

Zhou Wenxi gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth.

Half an hour later, the two of them arrived in a carriage at the largest teahouse in the East City.

Both the upstairs and downstairs were full and overcrowded. Not only the teahouse, but also the street downstairs was crowded with noble ladies holding paper fans from south to north.

In the past, most of the poetry gatherings were organized by the Grand Tutor, and most of them were held in the suburbs, such as Xishan and other sparsely populated, wilderness and secluded places. However, this time Dugu Xiwei advocated "appreciation for both refined and popular people", so the poetry gathering was specifically The address was chosen in the crowded Dongshi.

Xie Xie and Zhou Wenxi had no choice but to abandon the carriage and walk, and had just reached the bottom of the teahouse.

Then a servant in green clothes hurried up from upstairs, made an invitation gesture, and asked the two of them to go upstairs. He also said: "My young master has already reserved a place for you two, please follow me upstairs."

He declined and nodded, thinking that Dugu Xiwei was quite considerate in his work, so he followed the others up without much thought.

Unexpectedly, he was led all the way into the elegant room of the teahouse. Shen Yiming was dressed in red and seduced people. He held a paper fan in his hand and opened it with a "swish" sound. There were four big characters on it, "Long Moon". Brilliance".

He declined and smiled, stepped forward and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Yiming shook the paper fan, bringing up a cool breeze that made the two strands of black hair on his forehead sway, "Why can't I come?"

Although Zhou Wenxi is a foodie, he has also heard of Shen Yiming's name for a long time.

Especially after she refused to give him away in public, Shen Yiming's reputation for fierceness became even worse. I heard that he actually injured two boys overnight and rushed out of the mansion with murderous intent.

When he thought of this, Zhou Wenxi couldn't help but choose the farthest seat.

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