"Why don't you see it anymore? Isn't there anything you can see?"

The maid asked, and then picked up the work Xiangling placed on the table, looking curiously.

Her master loved poetry and served her for so long. She also knew poetry well under her influence. At least she appreciated it. After reading a few poems, her eyes suddenly lit up and she looked up at Xiangling and said:

"My wife, this poem looks pretty good. I'll read it with you."

Xiangling shook her wrist slightly in a lack of interest.

The maid understood it, looked back at the words in her hand, cleared her throat, and recited it: "Yu Linling:

The cicada was sad and sad. When the night of the long pavilion, the rain had just stopped. The capital tent was drunk without any thoughts. The orchid boat was urging us to see each other. I held my hands and looked at each other with tears, but I was speechless. The thoughts went away, the smoke and waves of thousands of miles, the dusk mist was deep and the sky was vast..."

"I held hands and looked at each other with tears in my eyes, and I was speechless..."

Listening to the maid's recitation, Xiangling, who was originally indifferent, suddenly became stunned and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice. Then a pair of beautiful eyes shone with a flash of radiance. She suddenly raised her head and looked at her maid, and said anxiously:

"Where is the second half of the verse? Why don't you read it?"

"Ah, I'll continue reading." The maid panicked and hurriedly continued: "The second half is:

Since ancient times, I am so sad that I am farewell, but I can’t be ignored. Where can I wake up from the Qing Autumn Festival tonight? The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon. After years, it should be a good time and a beautiful scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you about it!”

"So affectionately since ancient times, it is even more slight at the Qing Autumn Festival... Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you..."

Xiangling murmured, and suddenly remembered her family who had been separated for a long time, and had to sell herself in a brothel in order to pay off the foreign debts owed by her family. She also broke off her childhood sweetheart's engagement. She couldn't help but burst into tears.

This poem is clearly a portrayal of her life.

"Madam, why did you cry?" The maid was panicked when she saw this and asked hurriedly.

Xiangling raised her hand to wipe her tears, and said calmly: "Nothing is wrong, who wrote this poem?"

"Let me see..." The maid looked at her whereabouts and signed her name, and raised her head and said, "It was written by Mr. Li Xiuran and Li."

"Is it him?"

Xiangling was stunned and instantly recalled the figure of Li Xiuran who had just written two masterpieces in the hall, but was still humble. A trace of turbulence appeared in her beautiful eyes, and then she said softly: "Go and invite Mr. Li to come in."

"Ah..." The maid was surprised and called him directly. Wouldn't that mean that the first guest his master wanted to receive was him? But after looking at the manuscripts left in his hand, he hesitated:

"There are still many poems, but I won't read them anymore?"

"No need to read it." Xiangling's voice was soft, but her eyes were particularly firm: "No matter how good the rest is, it's better than this poem. Go and invite people in."

"Yes, my wife wait a moment, I will go now." The maid stopped talking and quickly walked out of the door.

...

The originally packed second floor has fewer people.

Some of the guests who thought they were selected were gone, but only a few were looking forward to it with confidence.

Lin Fengkai was exceptional. He was waiting for Li Xiuran to be selected, and his expression was quite sighing: "I didn't expect that Brother Li would not show off his mountains and hide in his daily life, but he actually had such a poetic talent.

I think it is definitely Brother Li who can be selected by Miss Xiangling today and become the first guest to enter the curtain."

Low-key, low-key, and the result has not been achieved yet. Don’t brag too much. If it’s not me, it would be embarrassing... Li Xiuran said modestly: "Brother Lin has been awarded. There are many talents coming today. Who can catch the eyes of Miss Xiangling? It’s not certain."

Lin Fengkai immediately looked like you scolding me, and said proudly: "Although my poetry is mediocre, I think I still have no problem in terms of appreciation ability.

Brother Li’s poem just now, let alone those present tonight, even if they search for the literary world, they are afraid that they can’t find anyone who can match their opinions on lovesickness.

The one who can win the lead tonight must be Brother Li.”

"laugh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer rang out next to him, but Hu Ruikang heard this and immediately said with a sneer: "I just wrote two lines of poetry, but I really think I am amazing and unparalleled in the world?"

You can’t find anything better even if you search the literary world. You are too arrogant. What a joke!

Not to mention anything else, I must be the one who can win the favor of Miss Xiangling tonight, and it is not your turn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Ruikang saw the maid who had been following Xiangling just now hurriedly walked downstairs and walked directly towards him.

Hu Ruikang's face suddenly turned happy, especially when he saw the maid getting closer and closer, almost as if he was coming towards him, the pride on his face could not be hidden, and he looked at Lin Fengkai and Li Xiuran provocatively: "Did you see it? You're here!"

He said that he had finished his clothes and was ready to be invited. Then he saw that the maid didn't even look at him, and directly walked over to Li Xiuran behind him, bowed and said:

"Mr. Li, please invite me."

"brush!"

Hu Ruikang's face was instantly stiff.

The surroundings were also suddenly filled with an uproar, and they all looked at Li Xiuran, their faces full of envy and jealousy.

"Hahahaha, it seems that Miss Xiangling is not you who invites you, but Brother Li." Lin Fengkai laughed loudly, looked at Hu Ruikang, and ridiculed mercilessly.

"It's really my turn. It seems that Miss Xiangling prefers her mad work, which really disappoints Mr. Hu." Li Xiuran stood up and teased.

Hu Ruikang's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt a burning pain on his face. Haikou, which was praised in public, became a laughing stock. He had no shame to stay any longer. He looked at Lin Fengkai and Li Xiuran with resentment, snorted coldly, and finally said nothing, and stood up and left without saying anything.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing his defeated look, Lin Fengkai burst into laughter again. The revenge he had made for was avenge by him just now, and he felt relieved. Then he looked at Li Xiuran and said:

"Brother Li, since Miss Xiangling has invited you, go quickly and don't let the beauty wait for a long time."

Although Xiangling, who had been thinking about her for a long time, was not the one who chose him in the end, and he was relieved to use this to slap Hu Ruikang in the face.

"Then you..." Li Xiuran looked at him and Yang Wenxin and Chi Qingwan next to him.

"It's getting late, and I should go back too. See you tomorrow." Yang Wenxin stood up and said.

Chi Qingwan then stood up and looked at Li Xiuran playfully: "Miss Xiangling is treating you, not us. It's so late. Of course, we will go back to our houses and not disturb Mr. Li's good things."

It smells so jealous. You are not jealous... Li Xiuran muttered secretly and smiled: "Okay, be careful on the way."

"Haha, Brother Li, don't worry about us. You might as well go quickly. Miss Xiangling is still waiting." Lin Fengkai teased with a smile.

Li Xiuran nodded and looked at the maid: "Let's go."

"Young Master, come with me." The maid said softly and took Li Xiuran upstairs.
Chapter completed!