After rebirth, the female supporting role only wanted to have a grand funeral

Chapter 42 Silent Poetry

As night fell, Tangli was in the middle, and Xue Shu had finished her dinner and was sitting on the porch to rest.

Qingyu handed over a booklet and said: "Girl, the move over to Yuegui Xiaozhu is almost complete. Everything has been registered and sealed in the warehouse. Please take a look at it, girl."

Xue Shu took the booklet, flipped through it a few times, and then her eyes widened in shock: "Why did you dig out the tree?!"

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard of Yuegui Xiaozhu is so big that two people can hug it.

As a result... it was... dug out?

"Then where did they put the tree?" It couldn't have been put in the warehouse.

"The Marquis of Zhenbei came to visit in person and moved the tree to Guizhong," Qingyu said with an innocent look on her face, "The Marquis said that this tree has been with the girl for so many years and she has worked so hard that it needs to be moved to the Marquis' mansion to take good care of it!

"

Xue Shu blinked: "That tree has grown so big. If it is suddenly moved, it will die..."

Qingyu waved her hand and said: "No! The Marquis has called all the female officials in the palace who are in charge of flowers, plants and trees! With those female officials here, they can definitely keep the girl's osmanthus tree safe!"

As soon as she heard that there were people coming from the palace, Xue Shu couldn't even sit still: "How did you make such a big noise? Why didn't I hear anything?"

Qingyu thought to herself that the Marquis of Zhenbei had personally ordered to hide it from her, just so that he could give her a surprise when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms next year. Who dares to say anything?

The Marquis of Zhenbei has been on the battlefield, and his murderous aura is terrifying.

"The girl has been very worried today, and I didn't tell you." Qingyu's face was still full of innocence, "Besides, Zhenbei Hou always does things in a measured way, and will never involve the girl. Don't worry, girl."

Well."

Xue Shu opened and closed her mouth, repeated this process several times, and then she sat back down again: "That's it, that's it, you go get my seal, and then send someone to tell the second sister, tell her...

…Let’s hire a mason to repair the Laurel Building first, and then move it there.”

She originally wanted to let Xue Yao move there directly.

However, after weighing the weight of the booklet in her hand, she estimated that there was probably nothing left in Yuegui Xiaozhu now, and it would be better to find workers to repair it again.

"Yes." Tangli was in the middle and there was no shortage of maids to call. On the way to the study, Qingyu grabbed one of them and gave them a few words, and then stopped worrying.

Xue Shu stamped her personal seal on the album, gave it to Qingyu, and asked her to send it to the study for her files.

When the night came, Xue Shu asked someone to fetch a jar of osmanthus wine, and drank it with Qing Yu under the moonlight.

It was said that they were drinking together, but Qingyu was very sensible and knew that this was her girl's favorite, so she didn't drink a cup of it, only drank tea and ate some exquisite snacks.

In the end, Xue Shu drank half of the jar alone and was so drunk that she could no longer stand. Qingyu had to risk her life to carry her from the yard to the bed.

I was so sweaty that I even took a shower before going to bed.

Although you will get drunk if you drink too much of this wine, you won't have a headache when you wake up the next day. This is what Xue Shu likes most.

When I woke up, I felt that all the bones in my body were numb and very comfortable.

After stretching out on the bed, Xue Shu reached out to lift the curtain and called Qing Yu in.

Qingyu seemed to be particularly sleepy today and couldn't even open her eyes.

Xue Shu asked her what happened last night, but Qingyu didn't say anything. He only looked at her with a resentful look, which made her scalp numb and had to change the topic elsewhere: "A few days ago, my brother sent a letter to Bailudong Academy.

, I don’t know if there is any response.”

"Lushan Mountain is far away from our capital. It's only been a few days, so I guess the letter hasn't arrived yet." Qingyu pouted and followed her words, "After all, Bailudong Academy is also ours.

The most famous academy in Daliang, a place like this must also pay great attention to the background of students, I don’t know if it can be..."

"It won't be a problem. People who are good to me will be grabbed wherever they go." If nothing else, she has almost blind trust in Xue Chen's knowledge.

There is no way, Xue Chen is too dazzling.

He passed the autumn exam at the age of seventeen. If nothing happens, he will pass the spring exam next year. Then there will be the palace examination, and finally he will be the top scholar.

In his previous life, he was only eighteen years old when he won the top prize.

Throughout history, such characters are also a rare species.

Qingyu nodded.

She has blind trust in her girls.

If the girl says it's okay, it will definitely work.

After dressing up, Xue Shu went to Xue Lu's courtyard to say hello, and had lunch with her before returning to Tangli Residence.

In the afternoon, Xue Shu had nothing to do, so she asked Qingyu to lay out some paper and pen, and started writing poems.

Speaking of poetry, we have to mention Chu Chu.

In her previous life, Chu Chu's literary talent was astonishing. As soon as she wrote an essay, it would become a famous sentence through the ages. The more people read it, the more profound the meaning becomes, until they can't stop.

Xue Shu also read it, and is still deeply impressed by the poems in it.

Such a good poem, no matter who reads it once, cannot bear to forget it. He will always take it out and read it again from time to time. The more times he reads it, the more he will naturally remember it.

Fortunately, she doesn't feel jerky when writing now.

Qingyu has been with Xue Shu since she was a child and has read many books. However, in her opinion, even the poems written by many great writers in the world are far from comparable to the poems written by Xue Shu.

She looked at it and couldn't look away unconsciously.

She knew that her girl was quite talented, but she didn't expect that she was so talented!

“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.”

Such a majestic and desolate artistic conception can be put into writing. Qingyu has read many poetry books and has a lot of knowledge, but she has never seen anyone who can write poetry with such skill.

Xue Shu kept writing, and unknowingly she wrote from noon to sunset. The paper at hand had already piled up into a pile, nearly two fingers wide.

After Chu Chu became famous as a talented girl, she would be invited to almost every poetry gathering in the capital. Chu Chu would go whenever invited. Once she got to the poetry gathering, she would sing at least three or five poems, and as many as seven or eight.

First, otherwise it will be difficult to end.

But Chu Chu didn't hide her secrets. The most she did was she wrote more than a dozen poems in a row at a poetry meeting, which shocked the whole city.

Since that poetry meeting, Chu Chu has completely won the title of the most talented woman in the capital.

Thanks to this, Xue Shu gained a lot of knowledge.

"Huh..." Finally, Xue Shu breathed a sigh of relief and moved her sore and swollen wrists. She turned around and saw Qing Yu's expression as if she had seen a ghost. She suddenly laughed, "Why are you opening your mouth so wide? Are you hungry?"

?What to eat?"

Qingyu quickly closed her mouth and said: "Girl...where did you hear these poems?"

Hearing this, Xue Shu's eyes dimmed.

She has been taught by famous teachers since she was a child, and it is surprising that she wrote such a poem, but that Chu Chu, an orphan girl from a peasant family in her previous life, was far inferior to her in all aspects, so it is not surprising that she wrote such a poem.

People feel like something is wrong.

Now that I think about it, it's really weird.

"Girl?" Qingyu called again, "Are you tired?"

(End of chapter)