Absolutely!After crossing over, my maid is also reborn

Chapter 27
The shabby rooms and halls of the Liu Mansion do not have gorgeous decorations. They are covered with grass and used stones as the road, which has a kind of rural charm, but the flowers, plants and trees have been carefully trimmed, which is indeed very artistic.

In the hall, the male and female seats are facing each other, the female seat is Liu Rulan, and the male seat is his elder brother Liu Rulin.

There were not many guests present today, only thirteen, originally there were six young men and six young ladies, but because of Qian Lingshuang's arrival, there was an extra seat for the female guests.

Qian Lingshuang leaned over to Shen Qinglan's side, "Shen Qinglan, look quickly, Mr. Liu is like a tree facing the wind, with outstanding demeanor!"

"Well, it's not bad." Shen Qinglan replied casually, without even looking at it.

"Look, look, Young Master is looking at us!"

"Ah."

Shen Qinglan had noticed Mu Xingze a long time ago, but she didn't want to show off today, so she wanted to have a quiet meal and go home early.

At the beginning of the poetry meeting, Liu Rulan and Liu Rulin first wrote a poem on the spot, and the singer next to her immediately sang, and everyone cheered, and then all the guests also began to write poems, only Shen Qinglan remained unknown, maintaining the mentality of eating melons.

"Guan Shanyue's singing voice is really outstanding, she deserves to be the number one singer in Luoping City." Qian Lingshuang said.

"Well, the name sounds nice."

Shen Qinglan took a sip of tea, and Qian Lingshuang was dissatisfied after seeing it: "Today is a poetry meeting, everyone is drinking, why did you drink tea?"

"His tea is delicious, I want to drink two more sips." Shen Qinglan replied casually.

It wasn't because Shen Qinglan was careful, it was because the original owner's capacity for alcohol was too poor, and he drank once at home after time travel, and he started to stagger after drinking a glass of wine.

Several guests with outstanding literary talents have already shown their talents. Shen Qinglan has been playing soy sauce. Qian Lingshuang didn't play because her literary talent is not enough. She purely came to see the handsome guy.

Another one who is unknown is Liu Rulan's little follower, He Ling. Like Qian Lingshuang, she is also known for being ignorant among the official women in Luoping City.

"Why did Liu Rulan invite me? It's so boring."

Shen Qinglan muttered something, and Qian Lingshuang leaned into her ear, and said, "This Liu Rulan likes the young master, but she is proud of herself, and she doesn't want to blindly show her affection like Wang Yueying and the others."

Shen Qinglan was speechless, this guy still had the nerve to say Wang Yueying, wasn't she the same in the past?
Qian Lingshuang continued: "Every poetry meeting held by Liu Rulin will invite the young master. Most likely, Liu Rulan has also heard about you and the young master, so that's why she invited you to try your skills."

"Fart! Can you test the depth by writing a broken poem?" Shen Qinglan complained in a low voice.

Qian Lingshuang patted her arm, "That's right, it touched my heart..."

"I think it's probably because I made a fool of myself, I'll find an excuse to slip up later, you can play by yourself..."

Qian Lingshuang showed a pitiful expression, "Farewell, dear sister, I don't know how to write poetry either... If you leave, won't I be at the bottom?"

"You can rest assured to see the handsome guy here, so what are you doing!"

Qian Ling gave her a bright look, "Do you understand, the question is about to come up next."

Depend on……

Liu Rulan noticed that Shen Qinglan and Qian Lingshuang were whispering all the time, and felt very dissatisfied. It seems that such an elegant poetry meeting really shouldn't invite these two ordinary people.

"I wonder if Brother Liu has any good questions today?" A talkative guest asked.

"Is it too late to go now?" Shen Qinglan whispered.

Qian Lingshuang tugged at her sleeve firmly, "It's too late, it's too late."

Shen Qinglan pushed hard, but Qian Lingshuang didn't know where the strength came from, the sleeve just couldn't be pulled out.

Liu Rulin clapped his hands, and the two servants brought a stool and placed it in the center of the hall. There was something on the stool, and it was covered with a red cloth, mysteriously.

I saw Liu Rulin standing up, came to the center of the hall, and said: "This is a pot of crabapple flowers that I have carefully cared for. Today, I will use this flower as the title, and each person can only write one sentence as brother. How about taking the lines out of the lines and forming a poem, which line is the most expressive?"

"That's right, this combination of poems can best show literary talent." It was that talkative guest again.

"Then who? Why is he everywhere?" Shen Qinglan asked in a low voice.

"He! He is the younger brother of Qi Mian, the master of Sanfang Academy in Ziyun Lane, Qi Li." Qian Lingshuang replied.

"Show a fart's literary talent..."

"that is……"

Liu Rulin lifted the red cloth on the potted plant, and it turned out to be a potted white crabapple. Under the candlelight, the flowers were like jade.

"Brother Liu is really elegant, this crabapple is very rare." Mu Xingze said.

"Young Master, thank you." Liu Rulin bowed to Mu Xingze, and then returned to his seat.

"This crabapple flower is so well-raised. In my opinion, it not only embodies the word Fengya, it also shows Brother Liu's compassion for the fragrance and jade, haha..."

After Qi Li finished speaking, all the guests laughed.

"Where is that? Brother Qi laughed wrongly. Let me, the host, do the first sentence. My first sentence is the door of the shabby room where the night light chases the shadows, and the night is the beginning of the wine." Liu Rulin said.

At the beginning of the chapter, let me explain the background first, Liu Rulin is leaving the opportunity to play to others.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Li chanted the second line, "Pushing a cup and changing a cup is not enough fun, it attracts poetry and songs."

Everyone applauded one after another, as expected of a scholarly family, they wrote it without thinking.

"Young Master, the third sentence is up to you." Liu Rulan said.

Mu Xingze thought for a moment, then said: "Under the moon, the red canopy can't cover it, and the charm is just beginning to appear."

"The first appearance of demeanor makes you dull, what's the explanation for this sentence?" Qi Li asked.

"Our eyes are all looking at this place, and our thoughts are vague, isn't it just Ling Wushen?" Liu Rulan laughed.

"Sure enough, the young master has a good sentence!" Qi Li looked convinced, "Then who will answer this last sentence?"

Qian Lingshuang silently dropped the chopsticks on the ground and pretended to find them. Shen Qinglan also bowed his head and drank tea in silence.

Liu Rulan on the main seat looked around for a week, and finally set her eyes on Shen Qinglan.

"Why don't you let Miss Shen answer the last sentence. I heard that Miss Shen is the young master's childhood sweetheart, and their temperaments are naturally somewhat similar. It is most appropriate for you to answer this sentence." Liu Rulan said.

After hearing this, Qian Lingshuang stopped looking for chopsticks, sat up straight and began to taste wine gracefully. Anyway, he had already ordered someone else, so he hung up high and watched the excitement!
"Miss Liu is probably flattering her. She was born in a merchant house, and it's all for merchant girls to learn how to do business. It's useless to learn these things." He Ling said.

"Sister He Ling is right. From my point of view, Sister Liu shouldn't have invited her here. The land of scholarship attracts ordinary people to set foot here, dirtying the doors of the Liu Mansion! Hmph, if Miss Shen can't do it, just forget it. Then follow the rules. Three cups of self-punishment is enough."

It was Qian Lingshuang's nemesis, Wang Yueying, who said this. They almost got into a fight at the gate of Sanfang Academy that day.

Shen Qinglan wiped her mouth lazily. Mu Xingze picked up the wine glass and was about to speak for her, but she who had been silent all this time opened her mouth at this moment: "It's not that I don't want to make this last sentence, I'm just afraid that I will make everyone look down upon me if I do." The scholarly children of merchants feel ashamed."

(End of this chapter)