Do you know: I am Xu Jiazi

Chapter 652: Rain [Thank you! Goodbye! I owe you 37k]

Molan, who had a smug look on his face just now, froze his smug smile on his face after hearing Rulan's whispered words.

Molan had participated in many such poetry collections before, and although she had recited a few of her own masterpieces, she had never had the influence of these two lines.

Looking at the admiring, appreciative and somewhat worshipful eyes of those noble ladies, Molan herself hasn't enjoyed it enough.

Molan raised her chin slightly, shielded her mouth with a round fan, tilted her head and whispered: "Fifth sister, if you tell, I will be embarrassed, but the Sheng family will also lose face. If father knew..."

Hearing this, Rulan's slightly smug expression disappeared behind her fan, and she whispered, "Fourth sister, how could you do this!"

On the side, Pinlan, who didn't understand what was going on, looked around as the conversation went on.

Minglan frowned, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Fourth sister, we will not make it public, but we will tell the young master."

Rulan's eyes lit up: "Yes, let's tell Brother Yuanruo. I wonder what he would think if he knew what you did today!"

Minglan whispered, "The Chai family girl is the young master's cousin, Fourth Sister!"

Molan looked panicked and said in a mosquito-like voice: "You, you guys!"

After saying that, Molan looked at the noble ladies in the garden again.

The ladies in the courtyard were still savoring these two lines of poetry.

Rong Feiyan sat on the chair with her back straight, her chin slightly raised, nodding continuously, and the jewelry on her bun swayed.

Looking at Li Jia Wu Niang who was writing down the two lines of poetry, Rong Feiyan read them carefully twice, and said softly with admiration in her eyes: "'Wet clothes', 'apricot blossoms', 'rain', these words are really well used by Fourth Miss Sheng."

Hai Chaoyun, who was not far away, had a look of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he was thinking about the spring rain he had experienced. He said with a moving look in his eyes, "The poem doesn't say that the spring rain is as fine as silk, but the words 'soaking my clothes' make me feel like I'm in the rain. It's really wonderful."

The noble ladies around nodded in agreement when they heard this.

"Fourth Miss Sheng, are these just these two sentences?" Chai Zhengzheng asked with a smile.

When Chai Zhengzheng asked, the noble ladies around nodded and looked at Molan hopefully.

Molan took two deep breaths, a smile broke out on her face. She glanced at her three younger sisters beside her, then bowed softly to everyone in the garden.

Seeing this, the girls were a little confused.

After Molan bowed, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. To be honest, I heard those two lines of poetry by chance when I was studying at my own private school. I read them out because they matched the words 'spring rain'."

As soon as this word comes out,
The ladies in the garden had different expressions.

Some were surprised, some felt sorry, some raised their eyebrows, and some pouted.

As the host today, Shen Hezhen nodded calmly, smiled like a little adult, and praised: "I have always heard that Zhuang Xuejiu, who is well-known in Beijing, is now teaching in the Sheng family. Could it be that this old gentleman did it casually?"

After Shin Hezhen finished speaking, everyone in the garden had a look of sudden realization on their faces.

Rulan, who was beside Molan, frowned and was about to stand up to speak, but Minglan, who was quick-witted and quick-handed, grabbed her and whispered in her ear, "Fifth sister, wait until Fourth sister finishes speaking."

Rulan listened to the advice, pursed her lips, sat down, and looked straight at Molan, waiting for what to say next.

Molan smiled and shook her head: "No, these two sentences are not just something that Zhuang Xueji wrote casually."

Before Molan could continue speaking, Zhang's Fifth Lady looked at Minglan who was speaking, her eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Ah? That's right! I heard before that Sixth Sister Sheng's younger brother passed the county exam at a young age. Could it be..."

Seeing this, Minglan hurriedly raised her hands and waved them repeatedly to deny, "Sister Zhang, it's not my brother, it's not him."

As she spoke, Minglan looked at Molan with a look of urgency in her eyes.

Molan took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Everyone, these two lines of poetry were written by my classmate in the academy, my fifth cousin from the Xu family."

After Molan finished speaking, she bowed with a smile, then sat back in her seat with her brows lowered.

The ladies in the garden had different expressions.

When Chai Zhengzheng and Rong Feiyan heard the word "Xu family", the two girls were stunned.

Chai Zhengzheng couldn't help but smile, while Rong Feiyan's eyes were distracted and no one knew what she was thinking.

Zhang Jia Wu Niang's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "Ah? It's actually Brother Xu Wu's work! Wow! It's really good!"

Girls from civil servant families, such as Hai Chaoyun, Shen Hezhen and Li Jiawu Niang, mostly nodded repeatedly.

Li Jia Wu Niang leaned forward and squinted her eyes, looking at Hai Chaoyun beside her, and said with a smile: "There was a song called 'The Rain on the Street Is as Soft as Butter' before, which was also written by Xu Jia Wu Ge, right?"

Hai Chaoyun smiled and nodded: "Yeah! It seems to be three years ago?"

Li Jia Wu Niang echoed, "Yes, I remember that year was the year when Xiangyang Hou had a son and Sister An Mei got married."

The palace lady-in-chief standing behind Li Jia Wu Niang listened to the conversation of several noble ladies and nodded slowly. She thought that she would have some new topics to talk about after returning to the palace.

The poem will continue.

The ladies continued to discuss poetry and songs.

Hai Chaoyun, who was standing by, listened to the conversations around her and somehow fell into deep thought. She vaguely remembered that during the Lantern Festival that year, she had also heard a poem by Xu Zaijing and had revised it.

after awhile,

"Sisters, we have been discussing poetry for quite some time. Why don't we take a break and have some tea?"

Shin Hezhen said with a smile.

Naturally, all the guests agreed.

The maids of the Shen family also brought over various kinds of tea.

"Shuangjing, Xieyuan, Yunwu, Yujin, Jinpian. Sister Hezhen, you have a really complete range of good teas here." Chai Zhengzheng said in surprise.

Hearing this, Zhang Jia Wu Niang, who had a puzzled look on her face, suddenly realized something and said with a smile: "Yes, this tea is called Yujin. I almost didn't recognize it."

On the other side,
Rulan, who only recognized one type of tea, pursed her lips and looked at Minglan and Pinlan beside her, and asked, "How many did you recognize?"

Pinlan held up four fingers, hesitated for a moment, put one down, and said, "Three."

Minglan pursed her lips, looked at Pinlan, and said softly, "I also have three."

Mo Lan on the side glanced at her lips and said: "Five kinds of tea, how can it be so difficult to recognize them?"

"Then Fourth sister, can you tell us a little bit about it?" Rulan said with a smile.

Molan's expression froze, and she turned her head and snorted coldly: "Go home and read a book."

In the garden,
Shen Hezhen smiled like a little adult and said, "These are all little things produced in our tea garden. If you like them, it would be my honor."

Chai Zhengzheng smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Yunmu and said softly, "It looks similar to the one sent by our tea house."

Yunmu nodded, bent down and whispered, "Yes, young lady! I still remember that if my family buys tea in bulk in Jiangnan West Road, the Shen family's tea shop will also ship it."

"Ah."

Subsequently,

Everyone tasted the tea.

The four Lans of the Sheng family looked at the noble lady who was speaking from time to time, listening to her comments that they seemed to understand but not quite.

Maids Xi Que Xiao Tao, Yun Zai and others looked blankly at the maids beside Chai Zheng Zheng and other noble ladies, who were skillfully manipulating the tea sets and making tea.

We had lunch at noon, and then arranged flowers and enjoyed their fragrance in the afternoon.

The four Lans of the Sheng family seldom spoke. They mostly watched and listened. After all, they had not yet learned these things specifically.

in the afternoon,

When everyone returned home, Shen and Zhen both gave gifts to each other.

Moreover, before the four Lans from the Sheng family left, Shen Hezhen held Pinlan's hand and said a few words to her, which made Pinlan look honored and she nodded repeatedly with a smile.

evening,

Jiying Lane, Shengjia.

Linqi Pavilion, the outer room of the main house.

Molan held a box of exquisite tea in her hand and said with a smile, "Dad, it is because my daughter is good at poetry that Miss Shen specially gave me these boxes of tea."

Sheng Hong smiled and waved his hand: "Mo'er, Daddy has some tea here, you can keep this good tea for yourself."

Lin Qinshuang on the side looked at Sheng Hong with a smile: "Honglang, this is all Mo'er's kindness, you should accept it, don't hurt the child's filial piety."

Glancing at Lin Qinshuang, Sheng Hong smiled and stretched out his hand to Molan: "Okay! Then daddy will listen to your mother and accept Moer's gift." Molan smiled, bowed, and handed the tea to Sheng Hong.

"Good boy! Your love for you is not in vain."

Molan smiled.

Lin Qinshuang took the tea from Sheng Hong with a smile, opened the wooden box, took out the tea cake and handed it to Sheng Hong.

"Sniff." Sheng Hong sniffed it, his eyes full of surprise, and said, "Hiss, this tea smells really good!"

Hearing this, Molan's smile became even brighter.

the next day,
Nanjiangtang Lane, Rong’s House, Huixueyuan.

early in the morning,
The golden sunlight from the east passed over the eaves and shone onto the wall of the west wing in the courtyard.

The flowers and trees in the yard, which had turned green, swayed gently in the morning breeze.

After the sound of footsteps, Rong Feiyan, with a smile on her face, walked through the moon gate and into the yard with four maids.

"Xi Bu, do you think a child this old knows anyone?"

Xi Bu smiled and said, "Miss, you should be able to recognize people now! The young master even smiled when he saw you!"

Rong Feiyan smiled and nodded: "Look, now that there's a nanny, the kid has gained a lot of weight these days!"

Ningxiang smiled and said, "Miss, you are right! I think the young master is closer to you."

Rong Feiyan smiled and said, "I wonder when my brother will come back home! I think he will be surprised to see such a big fat boy when he comes back."

The master and servant chatted and laughed as they entered the house.

inside the house,

"Oh, Xibu, bring me the book where you copied the poems from the Shen family gathering yesterday."

"Yes, girl."

"Miss, do you want to write? I'll grind ink for you." Ningxiang said with a smile.

"Ah."

Rong Feiyan smiled and nodded, then sat down on the chair behind the table.

After a while,
Xi Bu handed over a thin booklet.

Rong Feiyan raised her chin, then put it on the table with careful steps.

Then, Rong Feiyan supported her chin with one hand and began to flip through the pages with the other.

Standing by the table, Ningxiang, who was grinding ink, glanced at Xibu with a meaningful smile, but was glared at by Xibu with a warning.

Seeing this, Ningxiang quickly put away her smile and continued grinding ink.

After looking at the booklet for a few seconds, Rong Feiyan stretched out her hand.

Ningxiang hurriedly took a brush from the pen holder, moistened it with ink, and handed it to Rong Feiyan.

After writing a few words, Rong Feiyan flipped through the book again.

Looking at the two lines of poetry in the booklet, Rong Feiyan's mouth corners unconsciously raised, and then she began to write carefully.

At this time,

The man who had left walked over with tea in his hand: "Miss, moisten your throat."

"Well, put it here." Rong Feiyan said without raising her head.

He responded with careful steps, put the teacup away, and glanced at the words written by his daughter.

When he looked up again, Xibu looked helplessly at Ningxiang who was smiling again.

Ningxiang's eyes were full of a look of 'See, I was right'.

Xibu could only smile.

After writing for a while, Rong Feiyan looked at the words on the paper and nodded with satisfaction.

She took a look at it carefully and said, "Miss, I think your handwriting is really good. How about asking someone to frame it?"

Rong Feiyan pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then looked around the room and nodded, "My room lacks some literary atmosphere. Okay, frame it."

Ningxiang was listening to their conversation from the side, looking at Xibu with admiration in her eyes, thinking: It is said that Sister Xibu is the young lady's most caring maid, look at what she said.

The paper with the words on it was taken out by the maid. Rong Feiyan sat on a chair and drank a sip of tea. She said, "Qingzhi, who is next to Sister Pingmei, is getting married soon, right?"

"Yes girl."

"Prepare some gifts for him. If you don't have enough money, come to me."

Ningxiang smiled and said, "Miss, I think it's better to forget about the gift. Silver and money are more suitable."

Rong Feiyan was stunned for a moment, then recalled some interesting stories about Alan, and nodded with a smile: "Then it's up to you."

Another day passed.

The weather was fine in the morning.
At noon, dark clouds came and covered the sun.

in the afternoon,

When Rong Feiyan woke up from her nap, it was already gloomy outside.

"Xibu, what time is it?" Rong Feiyan asked while stretching.

"My dear, it's just after 1 p.m." (After 1 p.m.)
Rong Feiyan said: "Hmm! Looking at the sky outside, it doesn't look like the afternoon."

"That's right, young lady." Ningxiang, who came in from outside, echoed, "It looks like evening already."

As she spoke, Ningxiang patted her clothes.

"It's raining outside?" Rong Feiyan asked in surprise.

"Yes girl, but the rain is not heavy." Ningxiang said with a smile.

"Oh?" After saying that, Rong Feiyan put on her slippers, pulled on a jacket, and walked quickly out of the house.

"Girl, where are you going? Slow down!" Seeing this, Xibu hurriedly chased after her.

"Get a cloak for the girl." Xi Bu waved his hand and ordered while chasing.

"Oh." Ningxiang looked at Rong Feiyan's back and walked quickly to the side.

He chased his girl out of the house and saw that she was already standing in the yard. She was closing her eyes and looking up, letting the spring rain fall on her nose, face and eyebrows.

Seeing Rong Feiyan's slightly smiling expression, he walked slowly towards the drizzle, but in the end he did not go over to disturb Rong Feiyan.

"Sister Xibu, put on your cloak." Ningxiang walked out of the house and was about to walk towards Rong Feiyan.

"Hmm? Sister, what's wrong?" Ningxiang asked puzzledly as she looked at Xibu who was holding her.

"Wait a minute, go get an umbrella first." Xibu looked at Rong Feiyan and said softly.

"Oh."

after awhile,

Rong Feiyan, whose hair, face and clothes were covered with a layer of fine raindrops, smiled and opened her eyes with bright eyes.

Xibu hurriedly took the cloak and called Ningxiang over.

Looking at the maid beside her, Rong Feiyan looked down at her clothes covered with water droplets and said with a smile: "Xibu, Ningxiang, do you think he wrote those two lines of poetry in such weather?"

Ningxiang looked up and was only concerned about whether the umbrella was covering Rong Feiyan. She was stunned when she heard the question.

Xibu put a cape on Rong Feiyan and said, "That guy rides a horse to school every day. I think it's just like what the girl said."

Hearing this,

Rong Feiyan smiled until her eyes curved. She poked her head out of the umbrella, looked at the rainy sky, pursed her lips, and smiled, "That's great."

(End of this chapter)