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

Chapter 87 Poetry Collection Released

The incident at the snow-cooked banquet was such a big fuss that by almost night time, it had already spread throughout the elite circles in the capital.

Everyone was talking about it for a while.

Before the banquet was over, Xue Shu asked Qin Xiang for a collection of poems. Qin Xiang knew the pros and cons and was very agile. As soon as he got home, he put the collection of poems in his arms and returned it to Xue Shu without stopping.

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Xue Shu looked at the collection of poems and almost didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This collection of poems had only been away from her for a few days, but because it had been read so many times, the edges of the paper were yellowed. It looked like it had been through many vicissitudes of life, so it saved her the trouble of making it old.

Qin Xiang scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Maybe my mother has too many friends, so..."

Even if they were careful enough when reading, they were still a large group of people after all. There were too many people touching them. No matter how careful they were, the paper would inevitably get worn.

"No problem." Xue Shu shook her head. She originally wanted to make this collection of poems old.

Only by making this collection of poems look older will everyone believe that Chu Chu's poems were copied.

Time is the ironclad proof that proves everything.

"Thank you for your trip," Xue Shu handed the collection of poems to Qingyu and took Qin Xiang's hand into the bedroom. "My brother and the Hou Mansion gave me all the tea leaves, plus mine.

There are six packs, I’ll give you half of them to take away.”

At the banquet today, she could see that Qin Xiang also liked the tea.

"Six packs?" Qin Xiang counted silently in his mind.

Xue Chen, the three Lu brothers, plus Xue Shu herself, aren’t there five people in total?

Qin Xiang rolled his eyes and then smiled quite ambiguously: "I guess the sixth package was given to you by Young Master Jing, right?"

Seeing her ghostly look, Xue Shu couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, you are quite clever in this kind of thing."

"Who said that I am not smart about anything?" Qin Xiang said, sitting down in front of the case, holding his face in his hands and looking at Xue Shu, "Shu'er, Mr. Jing gave you all his own tea leaves.

Don’t you have any ideas?”

Xue Shu was stunned for a moment, and then said in confusion: "It's just a bag of tea leaves, what can I think?"

What's more, even if Jing Xing doesn't give it to her, she still has five bags, which is a lot.

A portion from a person with a high level of scenery is not too much, and a portion from a line from a person with a small amount of scenery is not too much.

Besides, Jing Xing was a man, and this was scented tea. Although it was rare, few men would like it, so it was reasonable to give it to her.

Qin Xiang looked at her helplessly and emphasized: "But each person only has one bag of tea?"

As the saying goes, rare things are valuable, but each person only has one bag of tea!

It’s so rare, isn’t it?

"So what?" Xue Shu was really confused by what she said, "Why are you so fussy when you come here today?"

Qin Xiang lay down on the table in frustration: "Forget it, you'd better bring me the tea quickly, I have to go back as soon as possible."

It was so cold outside that she just wanted to fly back to her warm bedroom and never come out again.

With a puzzled expression on her face, Xue Shu took out the tea leaves and handed them to her, watching her wrap herself in a cloak and run away.

"This girl..." Xue Shu tilted her head, but she didn't figure out the intention of what she just said.

Qin Xiang, on the other hand, returned to the carriage and rubbed his face. Looking at the tea in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh.

Today, she finally understands the so-called "girls should be rich".

Not rich in economy, but rich in spirit.

In Qin Xiang's view, if a person can give her such a rare thing, then he must have a good impression of her, and with her character, she will repay her a thousand times better, and she will not hesitate to go through fire and water.

But Xue Shu didn't think so.

That was just one pack of tea leaves. Without this pack, she still had five packs.

There is no shortage at all.

Qin Xiang looked at the three bags of tea in his arms, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Ha, who is not a girl who is loved by others?

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In the evening, a large group of people suddenly wanted to visit the mansion. The crowd was so big and they were all female relatives, so Xue Lu naturally had to come to receive them in person.

In the past, when they met, everyone would inevitably have to exchange pleasantries, but today, contrary to normal, they went straight to the point and explained their purpose of visit.

"Collection of poems?" Mr. Xue Lu frowned, then looked around with surprise in his eyes, "Everyone... you are not here for the collection of poems, right?"

Everyone's eyes were eager, and they lost half of their usual reserve, nodding their heads like garlic.

Xue Lu had heard about that book of poems, but when she found out, Qin Xiang had already taken the book of poems away, so she had not read it.

At this time, Mr. Xue Lu became very curious about the collection of poems.

She really wanted to see how charming that collection of poems was to attract so many people?

"Go and ask Shu'er to come over." Mrs. Xue Lu turned her head and ordered to Zhang's mother.

Zhang’s mother quickly took the order and left.

After a while, Xue Shu came with a collection of poems: "I'm really sorry for the long wait."

"What are you talking about, Miss Xue!" Everyone was very considerate and their eyes were as hot as fire, staring closely at the book in her arms.

Xue Shu pursed her lips and smiled, and handed the collection of poems to Xue Lu. She also sat down beside her and said as if unintentionally: "It seems to be fate. A few days ago, I asked Qingyu to go to the street to find some story books for me.

This girl brought me a box directly, and this collection of poems was also included in it. I thought the store had misplaced it, but I didn't expect this collection of poems to be so extraordinary."

This was the rhetoric she had prepared early in the morning.

Anyway, she has been obsessed with reading storybooks recently, and the storybooks were brought home in boxes. Maybe the store was negligent and brought the wrong ones. Anyway, it was not strange that there was a collection of poems like this among the boxes of books.

Everyone was also envious, saying frankly that the poems included in this collection of poems were probably written by gods in the sky, and Xue Shu was destined to have this collection of poems because of her destiny.

The more people talked, the more mysterious they became. Xue Shu and Qing Yu looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

No, couldn't it be just a coincidence?

Why do you have to involve gods?

Then wouldn't it mean that she was lying under the guise of a god?

It will shorten your life!

Xue Shu closed her eyes and silently apologized to all the gods in her heart.

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After a while, Xue Lu had already roughly flipped through the collection of poems, and then handed the collection to the woman sitting closest to her.

"Okay Shu'er, you got such a good thing, but you didn't know to send it to your mother to see?" Xue Lu pretended to be angry, "I think you, girl, don't take your mother into your heart, do you?"

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"My daughter has realized her mistake," Xue Shu quickly sat down and acted coquettishly and begged for forgiveness. "My daughter will never dare to do it again. Next time, no matter what happens, she will show it to her mother as soon as possible, okay?"

Did she have an easy day? How many people did she have to coax?

Mrs.

After they read it, I will ask Mother Zhang to send the collection of poems back to you properly."

Xue Shu then smiled and did not forget to take advantage of the opportunity to be nice: "No need, let me read it by myself. My happiness is more important than any collection of poems!"

"Stinky girl." Xue Lu smiled and nodded her forehead, urging her to go back quickly.

(End of chapter)