My wife has a secret

Chapter 10: Poetry that Shocks Everyone
Xiao Zhong, who was standing opposite Xu Qing, had a gloomy expression on his face and asked again without giving up.

"Is this poem really written by my friend's wife?"

"Yes, Mr. Xiao, you see, the central idea of ​​this poem is not the scenery in the garden, but the bright moon in the sky and the homesickness."

"really."

Xiao Zhong had already discussed this poem with his old friends and agreed with Xu Qing's understanding.

"What kind of day makes you miss home? Of course it's the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yes, this poem was written by my wife on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xiao Zhong was speechless.

He went over it silently in his mind and found that everything was exactly as Xu Qing said, it was a poem describing the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival.

If that's the case, it would be a pity.

Women cannot enter officialdom, no matter how talented they are.

"Xu Qing! Do you have any shame? We are competing in poetry, and you actually bring out your wife's poems to compete?"

Xu Qing looked at the furious Feng Tuo and blinked.

"I've already said that I copied the poems, and you didn't say it's not okay... And I copied my wife's poems, so aren't they our common property? What, do you want to deny it?"

Feng Tuo's face flushed red as he shouted angrily, "How can it be yours? You are stealing the literary reputation and are despised by the world!"

"No and no."

Xu Qing said with a smile: "What if this poem is called "Sending My Lover Off on the Night of the Full Moon"? Wouldn't that be a poem that my beloved wife wrote specifically for me?"

"you you!"

Lu Wanhe was the white moonlight in Feng Tuo's heart. When she heard Xu Qing repeatedly emphasizing this matter in front of her, she was so angry that she rolled her eyes.

The people around him were helpless about Xu Qing's rogue and scoundrel behavior and could only silently condemn him in their hearts.

Anyone who messes with this kind of thug will suffer.

Not to mention that his family is very powerful, and provoking him would affect one's future career.

Feng Tuo's eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something.

"Okay! I accept the bet! But this poem was not written by you, so I can't give you this Pu Garden. If I have to give it to you, it should be to Miss Lu."

Xu Qing really didn't expect that this guy would admit defeat, so he nodded and said, "Please do as you please."

……

On the pleasure boat, Lu Wanhe's eyes were misty and she was extremely anxious.

Just as she was adjusting her skirt and preparing to take Ji Xia to the poetry reading, a more hurried sound of footsteps rang out in the lobby.

Ji Xia held his breath, thinking that Young Master Xu had already sold all the land.

The young lady is not favored by the old lady because of her health condition. If she causes such a thing again today... I really don't know what kind of punishment she will receive.

If the Xu family stops giving the young lady medicine, the Third Hospital will be finished.

When Miss He saw that the servant who brought the news was walking in a hurry and looked frightened, she displayed the demeanor of a lady from a noble family and advised the servant not to be too anxious.

The servant did not dare to answer, but staggered to the front of the ladies in the boudoirs and placed the newly copied poems on the table.

After doing all this, he walked towards where Lu Wanhe was standing.

Ji Xia subconsciously protected his young lady, but he didn't expect the servant to stop and speak first.

"My Lord lost this bet. He said he was convinced of his defeat. After the poetry gathering, Miss Lu, please go to my account office to collect the title deed of Puyuan."

After saying this, the servant bowed neatly to Lu Wanhe and retreated.

When the ladies present heard the servant's words, they did not react at first, until Miss He read the entire poem and its annotations.

"The ground in the courtyard is white, crows are roosting on the trees, cold dewdrops are silently wetting the osmanthus flowers. Tonight the moon is bright and everyone is looking at it, but I wonder whose house the autumn thoughts fall on... Written in the sixth year of Zhengde, on the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, by Lu of the Xu family..."

Anyone who has a little knowledge of poetry and prose knows that Marquis Jingdong’s defeat was not unfair.

But what is even more intriguing is the servant's behavior and the note in the poem.

"This poem is really well written, but who is this Xu family's Lu? Is there another man named Lu in the Xu family?"

Hearing the question from the people around her, a young lady touched her friend's arm and reminded her, "You are so stupid. Who else is there in the Xu family's Lu clan besides the third wife of the Xu family?"

"Is this a poem written by Miss Lu?"

Everyone present looked at Lu Wanhe in unison, their eyes filled with admiration.

Lu Wanhe was stunned, and her mind felt blank.

She bit her thin lips and thought about it over and over again, but couldn't think of any clues about the poem.

“I didn’t write this…”

Lu Wanhe's voice was so weak that it was drowned out by the chattering of the girls.

She murmured the poem twice, then turned her skirt and walked to the table.

Miss He, who had been friends with her before, smiled and handed her the rubbing of the poem.

"Xiao He, I've heard that you could compose a poem in seven steps when you were young. You were a rare genius in the literary world. Now that I've seen you, I know the true weight of this sentence."

Lu Wanhe was so eager to read the poems that he did not hear clearly what Miss He said.

"If it weren't for the eldest son of the Xu family taking out the poem you wrote, I'm afraid this pearl would have been covered in dust."

The girls all felt sorry when they thought that such a great work was used by the eldest son of the Xu family for gambling. It was such a waste of such a good thing.

After confirming that the poem was not written by him, Lu Wanhe raised his head and saw many eyes staring at him.

She seemed to realize something, took a deep breath, and announced to everyone: "This poem was not written by me."

"Xiao He, I know you are a pure-hearted person who doesn't like fame... But who is Xu Qing? Can he write such a poem?"

Miss He raised her eyebrows, and her red lips soaked with lip balm looked even more beautiful.

"Or you can go back to the mansion and ask who wrote this poem? Even if he is just a servant beggar, I, He Shishi, will invite him to the He Mansion and marry him."

This joke caused the girls to laugh, and Lu Wanhe was speechless and at a loss for what to do.

Although there are four wives in the Xu family, which is a large number of people, the only possibility besides himself is the eldest lady Shen Shuangxu.

But on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the eldest young lady had already gone to the capital.

Xu Qing...could it be him?
Lu Wanhe suddenly remembered that the day after Xu Qing fell into the water and lost his memory, he had revised a poem in front of her.

But can Xu Qing really write a poem that is elegant and refined, or one that expresses longing for love under the moon?

When the girls saw Lu Wanhe remained silent, they all thought that Miss Lu had agreed.

He Shishi took one look at this beautiful woman who looked like a willow tree and looked sickly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Once you enter the door, it's like entering a deep sea. Every family has its own problems.

Judging from Lu Wanhe’s eagerness to explain just now, I’m afraid the Xu family is not a good place to stay.

Looking back to the past and present, the only woman who can write such a poem is Lu Wanhe.

As a woman, I must help her more.

……

Cruise ship, private room.

Miss Liu was savoring the poem that shocked everyone. After a while, she raised her jade finger and commented.

"I never thought that the Jiangnan poetry world is actually a place where talented people hide. A young lady from an official family that has fallen on hard times could write such an outstanding poem."

The Liu family is somewhat different from the ladies on the cruise ship. Although they are both ladies from aristocratic families, the Liu family is a legitimate Heluo prestigious family, and their relatives have a certain influence in the court.

Miss Liu's family is of noble status, so even if she were to marry a noble or duke with a surname beginning with the character "Li", they would be considered a good match.

Miss Liu, who grew up in such a family, naturally has a very high vision. For example, the poem written by Marquis Jingdong was only rated as good by her.

But this new piece fascinated her.

"Alas... What a pity that this Lu is not only a woman, but also married. Otherwise, with her literary talent and achievements, she could have been recommended by Xiao Zhong to serve as an official in the court."

Miss Liu talked to herself for a long time before she realized that her best friend hadn't said a word. She raised her eyes and glared at her, pretending to be angry.

"My Lord, what are you thinking about?"

The jade-like woman stopped thinking, her cherry lips slightly turned up, revealing a sweet and playful smile.

"This princess never thought that Lu, who studied poetry, prose and painting, could achieve such success."

The princess' skirt fluttered and she crossed her legs.

From the opening line at the bottom, you can vaguely see the smooth and delicate leg outline with graceful lines inside.

The princess was not at all afraid of exposing herself due to her indecent posture. Instead, she raised her face seriously and smiled meaningfully twice.

"The backyard of the Xu Mansion is really interesting. Even this princess is looking forward to the days ahead."

Young Miss Liu frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Are you really going to obey the Queen Mother's order and marry Xu Qing as a concubine? You and I can see clearly the character of that person. He dared to play with the maid beside him before everyone..."

At this point, even the well-educated Miss Liu couldn't help but blush and her heart beat faster.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, so she continued talking.

"Now he is using his wife's poems to bet with Marquis Jingdong. He is truly an incorrigible scum."

The princess lowered her head and supported herself with her hands.

She looked at Miss Liu with a resentful expression and said teasingly, "What should I do? You go find a wife for me... Okay, don't glare at me. I know what that old woman is thinking. She just wants to give birth to a descendant of royal blood in my belly."

Miss Liu was a little confused when she heard this, "Since you understand, why are you still jumping into the pit?"

"In the court, the Queen Mother and her group are in control of the government. My brother is still young and weak, and cannot make the decision. What can this princess do?"

Miss Liu opened her mouth, but couldn't think of any more effective way.

Because the current court is indeed as the princess said, Queen Mother Xu has absolute power inside and outside the palace, and any document or memorial requires her approval.

"Okay, stop thinking about me. It's better to think about your Erlang. When do you think he will send someone to your house to propose marriage?"

Miss Liu was amused by the princess and blushed, pretending to be angry.

The princess's beautiful eyes were smiling, and the corners of her lips were curved into an alluring arc, which was in stark contrast to her beautiful face.

In fact, deep down in the princess' heart, she wished Xu Qing would be arrogant and presumptuous.

In other words, Li Jiner's husband must be as bad as possible.

……

Puyuan, accountant.

The room was well-lit, with rows of account books neatly stacked, each containing detailed accounts.

As soon as Lu Wanhe entered the room, he saw a neatly dressed, handsome young man sitting on an ebony chair, calculating his accounts.

It has to be said that Marquis Jingdong has a handsome appearance, which is particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

The smell that filled the room was also Lu Wanhe's favorite scent of ink and paper.

"You came?"

Lu Wanhe bowed slightly and saluted.

"My name is Lu, and I have come to take the contract... to meet the Marquis."

Lu Wanhe originally thought that the person staying in the accounting office was an accountant, and when Ji Xia was stopped by someone, she didn't think too much about it.

Now, seeing this noble man in purple brocade robe, I can guess roughly what he is thinking.

"Why should we be so distant from each other? Do you still remember that we met by the bank of Xiaojiang Lake when we were young?"

Lu Wanhe is not good at talking and doesn't like dealing with outsiders.

Now that I heard that Jingdong Marquis Feng Tuo wanted to talk to me, I didn't know how to respond.

As a wife, she shouldn't meet other men in private, but she can't give up the land deed that her husband won.

This is a dilemma.

"Ever since you saved me that day, I have been thinking about you and have always had a crush on you."

"Master Hou..."

Lu Wanhe lowered her head and wanted to bring up the matter of the land deed directly, but her voice was too soft and was drowned out by the voice of Marquis Jingdong.

"I heard that you fell seriously ill after that day. It really broke my heart and made me sleepless... I was not surprised to lose to you at the poetry meeting today. You were a talented writer when you were young, and it was only natural for you to achieve what you have today..."

"Master Hou!"

Lu Wanhe raised her voice and stopped Feng Tuo from speaking.

This distant address contained a hint of shame and annoyance.

"This poem was not written by me, and what happened back then was just a coincidence."

"coincide?"

Lu Wanhe took a deep breath, his chest stopped rising and falling, and his words became more confident.

"I was young at the time, and I just happened to see someone falling into the water by the lake, so I pointed the direction to the people in Jingdong Marquis' Mansion."

"Whether you admit it or not, this is still considered saving my life."

Seeing that Lu Wanhe looked away and remained silent, Feng Tuo really didn't want to mention this matter, so he downplayed the idea of ​​reminiscing about the past.

"What about the poem? Someone has already told me that you don't want to admit that the poem was written by you because you are worried about the power of the Xu family... Don't worry, I can use my family title to ask the emperor for mercy and let Xu Qing divorce you."

When Feng Tuo said this, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"For you, I am willing to give up everything I have."

Lu Wanhe bit her cherry lips lightly, and her small hand hidden in her sleeve tightly grasped the short blade to protect Mingjie, and whispered.

"I married into the Xu family voluntarily."

……

On the carriage back home, Xiaohuan looked at her young master with some uneasiness.

Xu Qing seemed not to notice her gaze. From time to time, he lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the passers-by.

Whenever he saw something new, he would ask Xiaohuan to introduce it to him.

"What is this? It's golden yellow, so beautiful."

"Those are the scallops brought by merchants from Minqing. They have the effects of nourishing yin and kidney, and regulating the stomach..."

(End of this chapter)