C22 An Old Works of Chen Xilan

When Little Bell followed Chen Youlan into the brightly lit Drunken Spring Restaurant, she immediately saw Li Xin, who was sitting in a private room chatting with Qin Huaiyu. She immediately touched Chen Xiaolan and said, "Miss …"

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Youlan glared at him and said, "You have to call me 'Young Master' or 'Young Master'!"

Little Ling immediately reacted and covered her mouth, looking around carefully. After confirming that no one had heard her words, she stuck out her tongue and patted her chest, "I almost forgot, I almost forgot."

Chen Xiaolan harrumphed and did not pursue the matter.

Little Ling pointed at Li Xin's direction and said, "Lord Chu has already arrived, it's over there!"

Chen Xiaolan followed the little bell's face and saw Li Xin laughing out loud. She didn't know why, but she felt a bit displeased when she saw how happy this fellow was. She silently curled her lips and disdainfully said, "Unrestrained!" "He doesn't even have the grace of a prince …"

Little Ling, on the other hand, didn't understand what was meant by "the manner of a prince". She only felt that Li Xin's smile was very genuine, as if he didn't dislike it at all.

"Today, I will make you suffer this loss so that you will know what it means to be respectful before learning it!" Chen Youlan snorted coldly as she muttered to herself. Then, she took Little Bell and walked forward.

As Li Xin was joking with Qin Huaiyu, he suddenly saw a young master dressed in azure scholarly robes sitting down beside him. Lifting his head, he saw the handsome face of Chen Yulan.

A pair of delicate eyebrows was clearly cut and painted with a calming heart. They lacked the gentleness and gentleness of a woman, and were even more clean and refreshing, exuding a faint, elegant calligraphy aura. The nose was not the handsome nose that was commonly seen in future generations' blushing faces. However, it was small and exquisite. Coupled with Chen Yulan's snow-white skin, it gave people the illusion that it was a work of art.

Her pair of phoenix like eyes were like stars. Her eyelashes were long and slightly trembling. Her pitch-black eyes were also looking at Li Xin. The instant their eyes met, the teasing words that Chen Yulan had wanted to say to ridicule Li Xin had somehow flown to Java.

She could feel something throbbing in her chest. She didn't understand why. The last time she saw Li Xin, she didn't have such a strange reaction. Could it be that the lights or the incense in this Drunken Spring Restaurant weren't too good?

"Brother Zhi Wu is here, please take a seat." Li Xin was the first to react. He politely invited Chen Xiaolan to sit by his side. Then, he smiled at Little Bell, who was standing behind him, as a greeting.

Little Ling was somewhat surprised. How could she have imagined that a dignified prince would take the initiative to smile at her? Could it be that he had thoughts about me? You want me to go over there?

Thinking of this, Little Ling tensed up again and looked away, forgetting to return the greeting.

"I don't want it …" I will serve Miss all my life... In the future, he still had to marry her to her husband's family … "Eh, isn't that the bad family?" Little Ling silently repeated in her heart, and her face unconsciously turned red. That day when Li Xin asked her for her name, a naughty smile appeared on his face repeatedly in her dreams for some reason. She didn't tell anyone.

Li Xin didn't expect that just because he wanted to greet him, he would actually be so disgraced. It seemed that his reputation as a "playboy" was too deeply ingrained. He had no choice but to take a sip of tea from his cup and cover up his embarrassment.

The table was a square one, with Li Xin and Qin Huaiyu sitting opposite to each other. Chen Yulan, on the other hand, sat on the left side of Li Xin. Qin Huaiyu cupped her hands in salute and said: "Brother Chen, we meet again."

Chen Youlan raised her hand in return and said, "Hello, Brother Qin."

Seeing the two of them greeting each other like this, Li Xin frowned and asked in annoyance, "Huaiyu, how did you two get to know each other?"

Qin Huaiyu laughed, "Last Mid-Autumn Festival, Flying Phoenix Pavilion held a poetry meet, and I went to join in on the fun. I just happened to hear Brother Zixu's masterpiece and was immediately shocked by it, hence we got to know each other."

Chen Yulan looked somewhat proud, but he kept saying, "I dare not, Brother Qin is too kind."

Li Xin felt like laughing. So his brother was actually his future wife's delinquent?

He looked at Chen Yulan's complacent expression and asked curiously, "What kind of poem did Brother Zhi Wu say then? I wonder if I have the good fortune to listen? "

Qin Huaiyu nodded and said, "I remember. I'll recite it to you."

Chen Youlan slightly raised her chin, seemingly very proud. She did not stop Qin Huaiyu's actions, as if she was looking forward to Li Xin's expression after hearing about it.

"A jade piece, the Shan Shan next moon wheel, picks up new flowers in front of the palace. "Up till now, it is impossible for things to go wrong. It should be Chang'e throwing things away." Qin Huaiyu read it again, it was indeed a reliable illusion. However, his tone was too disgusting. Li Xin could not help but get goosebumps.

"Good poem, good poem!" Li Xin politely applauded as he glanced at Chen Xiaolan in approval.

Chen Youlan slightly nodded. She was just about to enjoy Li Xin's worship, but she didn't expect him to stop after saying a few "good poems". She then silently drank her tea. She surprisingly opened her eyes wide, looked at Li Xin, and seemed to want to ask: "Is that it? Just say a 'good poem'? So perfunctory? "

Li Xin acted as if he didn't see it, looking to his left and right.

Clenching her teeth tightly, Chen Youlan finally couldn't help but squeeze out a smile and say, "Brother Li doesn't seem to particularly appreciate this humble one's clumsy work. I guess you should have a better Mid-Autumn Festival poem." This humble one is also listening respectfully. I wonder what Brother Li thinks? "

To be honest, Chen Xiaolan's poem was not bad at all. No matter if it was the calligraphy or the usage manual, they were all written to perfection, very successfully depicting a beautiful Mid-Autumn Night, reading it would make one feel relaxed and joyful. If it was anyone else who wrote this poem, Li Xin would have surely praised it.

However, when he saw Chen Yulan's "praise me" expression, he couldn't help but want to tease her a little. He only said a few lines of good poetry in a perfunctory manner before stopping. Li Xin couldn't help but want to laugh as he looked at Chen Yulan's painful expression.

"Actually …" Just as Li Xin said these two words, a woman with a loud voice suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall.

She clapped her hands and said, "Young masters, please calm down! "My Drunken Spring Pavilion's Seventh Festival Poetry Meet is about to begin. Next, my Auntie Hu will introduce the basic rules for today's Poetry Meet to everyone!"

Hearing this, Li Xin shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Chen Yulan, hinting her not to speak as he quickly listened to Auntie Hu explain the rules of the poetry meet.

Chen Xiaolan's teeth were itching in anger. However, this rule was related to her and Li Xin's gambling match today. She really needed to listen to it properly. She could only harrumph and look at Hu Diechang, who was standing in the middle of the hall.