Is my wife farming today?

Chapter 80 White Horse Poetry Society
  While they were joking, Yuxianglou also arrived.

When he got out of the car, he saw the Dugu family's carriage also parked in the stable, and he couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth.

Deng Tong saw it and asked hurriedly: "Hey, Sister Xie, why are you laughing?"

She declined deliberately and said, "I won't tell you, because I'm afraid you'll explode again." After saying that, a few laughters rang out from behind, and she took the lead into the Yuxiang Tower.

Every waiter in the building was very familiar with her face, and they were about to send a message to Shen Yiming right away.

"No, I have other things to do today, so don't bother your shopkeeper."

After that, the waiter smiled and joked, "Where are you, second lady? The shopkeeper has been looking forward to your visit every day these days!"

Liu Fang and others were following her, pointing at Deng Tong's head and saying something.

I declined and didn't hear clearly, so I asked about the wing where the poetry meeting was inscribed, and then went straight up.

Not long after she went up, Shen Yiming came down from upstairs.

"The second lady is here?"

"Yes, it's about the poetry club. It's in the third wing upstairs." The waiter wittily relayed the words without telling the exact words. Shen Yiming nodded and waved to her, "Send someone smarter up to say hello. He said that all the food in Room 3 is free today, I’ll take it.”

"Ah? Shopkeeper, there are about ten of them! Do you really want to exempt them all?"

Shen Yiming curled his fingers, admiring the newly dyed impatiens nails today, blew on his breath and asked, "What? Do you think your shopkeeper can't afford this meal?"

"No, no, I will go up and tell the second lady." After saying that, he disappeared.

In the third wing.

As soon as Xiexie sat down, he heard someone knocking on the door.

He also raised his voice and said, "Thank you, Second Lady, thank you, Second Lady."

She looked up and saw that it was the waiter in the building who was familiar with her, and immediately waved, "What's wrong?"

The waitress cleared her throat and didn't come in. She just stood by the door. She first said a few pleasant words, and then said loudly: "Everyone, my shopkeeper said that today's poetry meeting will be free of charge. Please give me a free meal." Everyone, have a great time eating and drinking!”

There were cheers in the side room for a while.

"It seems that we have all benefited from Mrs. Xie today!"

"Come on, let me give my second sister a drink first!" Deng Tong was a straight-tempered person. The four of them put together today's meal and spent a long time writing about it. In the end, Mr. Dugu decided to stay at Yuxiang Tower.

Several people were feeling a little embarrassed because they were short of money.

As a result, I declined to bring the God of Wealth with me for free!

I was confused when I declined.

I didn't expect that Shen Yiming would do something like this.

Should she say it or not, this can be regarded as giving her a high hat in front of everyone in the poetry club.

She looked a little embarrassed, but she still returned the favor one by one with a drink.

Dugu Xiwei was sitting on her left side. After she finally sat down, he quietly placed a white soft handkerchief in front of her.

Xie Xie smiled knowingly, picked it up and wiped the corners of his mouth.

He took out a festive purse embroidered with SpongeBob SquarePants from his arms and handed it over.

"I brought you a gift from Nanling," she said.

Dugu Xi was slightly startled, then reached out to catch it without changing her expression or heartbeat, then lowered her head and gently stroked the strange patterns on it.

It took a long time before he asked in a low voice: "What is this?"

Refusing to laugh out loud, "This thing is called SpongeBob SquarePants. It was my favorite animal...thing when I was a child."

"Honest and cute, just like you." He opened his thin lips and spat out a few words.

After refusing to listen, he asked with a straight face, "What do you mean?"

But he looked at others seriously and began to participate in the discussion about what to name the poetry club.

After drinking for three rounds, he refused to caress his slightly swollen belly to recuperate.

Deng Tong and the Cheng sisters brought wine glasses over. “Thank you, Miss Second, we respect you!”

"Hey, we are all sisters, why should we be polite? You should also imitate me and say thank you to the second sister. How kind and sweet it sounds? Isn't that right? Thank you to the second sister."

Xie refused with a smile and nodded, "Yes, in that case, please ask Sister Deng to drink this cup for me."

Deng Tong was filled with wine and still didn't understand.

The Cheng family sisters next to them were already laughing.

"Sister Deng, I don't even know when our second Miss Xie sold her for candied haws!" Cheng Shuang said quickly and took the opportunity to tease her fiercely.

Cheng Xue glanced at Dugu Xi slightly and scolded: "Don't be rude."

"Nothing, today we are members of the Shihui family, there is no need to worry about so many etiquettes." He declined and poured the remaining wine into Dugu Xiwei's cup, "Come on, I won't be in Kyoto these days. Thank you for your hard work." Yes, I respect you!"

Dugu Xi frowned slightly, just when everyone thought he was most likely to be angry.

But he pinched it with two fingers, brought the green wine glass to his lips, stood up and said, "Drink first as a token of respect."

Drink it all in one gulp.

Cheng Xue opened her mouth slightly, as if she couldn't believe it.

The same goes for Deng Tong and Cheng Shuang. Not only them, but in the eyes of the entire Kyoto people, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Young Master Dugu, who has the most talents in Kyoto, would one day drink the wine left in someone else's glass?
  Is this still the number one prince in Kyoto that they remember from a distance?
  Xie Xie burped and urged the Cheng sisters to drink all the wine.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Drink quickly. After drinking, come up with a good name for the poetry club. I won't drink anymore. I'm afraid I'll go crazy with alcohol later and scare you."

After hearing what she said, the others stopped coming forward to toast and started discussing the real purpose of today's gathering.

She declined and sat on the armchair, with a touch of pink on her jade-white cheeks. She looked at Dugu Xiwei with naked eyes, looking at this stunning face.

He didn't shy away either.

Their eyes met.

There was a lot of noise all around, but it didn't seem to affect them at all.

Dugu Xi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stared at her for a long time before saying: "You have turned a bit darker."

Decline pursed his lips and smiled, "Today Sir Xie said that my eldest sister is getting married soon and asked me to enter the palace as soon as possible to ask for your majesty's marriage."

He heard the words and said nothing, but lowered his gaze a little, and even his jawline became a little colder.

She continued to ask: "I want to ask you, have you thought clearly?"

Dugu Xi's expression was slightly expressionless, and he raised his eyes and looked directly at her for a long time, "Do I have any other choice?"

These words seemed to be asking her, but also seemed to be asking themselves.

The intoxicated look in Xie Rui's eyes gradually became sober.

Today, when she heard his words, she felt unwilling to do so.

She had no intention of forcing him, but she didn't want to miss it either.

Therefore, I can only force myself to smile generously and say: "If you don't want to, I can wait until you are willing."

Dugu Xiwei's hands suddenly clenched tightly, and she suddenly didn't know how to answer.

He was silent.

Decline and remain silent.

There seemed to be a stagnant atmosphere circulating between the two of them.

No one spoke first, and no one spoke again.

It wasn't until everyone started discussing that the poetry club should be named the "White Horse Poetry Club" that Xie Xie said lazily: "The white horse is not a horse, yes or no. It's interesting. This is a good name."

"In that case, let's call it White Horse Poetry Club!"

　I've been a little busy recently, so it's hard to update. Please understand, I'll try my best to find opportunities to update!
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