The two of them chatted idly for a while, and the second young lady seemed to have opened up, asking him where his hometown was, where he studied, and how he ended up coming to the Xiao family as a servant.

  Lin Wanrong was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This Xiao Yufeng, although young in years, was indeed a strange and eccentric person who could ask the most bizarre questions, even more so than Dog Crying Brigade.

  After chatting for a while, seeing that her injuries were getting better and she could stand up and walk slowly on her own, Lin Wanrong felt greatly relieved. He didn't bother with Xiao Yuxiang's attempts to retain him and bid farewell, escaping quickly. He really couldn't bear this little girl's meticulous questioning of every detail; rather than this, he would have preferred to fight a battle with General Zhenyuan.

  Returning to the accommodation, he didn't see any sign of Fu Bo. Lin Wanrong secretly resented this old man who had sold himself out to Xiao Yu Shuang. Thinking again about today's experience with Miss Xiao Er, it was indeed a bit bizarre that she had been subdued by his "Ass-Kicking Skill". Lin Wanrong couldn't help but sigh in admiration at his own good fortune.

  The next morning, Lin Wanrong had just arrived at the study when he saw Biao Shao Ye holding a calligraphy work: "Good kid, it turns out you're hiding your talents."

  Lin Wanrong didn't know what he meant, so she smiled and said: "But I don't know what young master is asking about?"

  Young Master Bai threw the painting in his hand to Lin Wanrong and said, "You take a look yourself."

  This is a fine piece of Xuan paper, with the ink and brushstrokes spreading out in all directions, showing clear and distinct veins. The writing on the paper is elegant and dignified, comparable to Dong Qiaoqiao's, and it's indeed beautiful, at first glance you can tell it's written by a woman's hand, the content of the calligraphy is exactly the poem Lin Wanrong recited yesterday.

  Only Lin Wanrong and Xiao Yuxiang knew about this poem, it goes without saying that it was written by Miss Xiao. Unexpectedly, although the young girl was eccentric and willful, and still young, her handwriting was also so beautiful, previously I had somewhat underestimated her.

  "This was given to me by my cousin today, she said it was written by you, Lin San. I didn't expect that you had such talent, I underestimated you." The young master said with a huff, he had read the poem several times and couldn't believe that a servant could have such skills, how could he not be annoyed. He knew his own family's affairs, if he wanted to possess such talent, it would probably take him being reborn in the next life.

  Mr. Xi bowed deeply to Lin Wanrong and said: "It turns out that the master is such a hidden genius, I am enlightened."

  Lin Wanrong hastily said: "How can this be, I only occasionally obtained it, how can I bear Mr. such a great gift."

  Mr. Xi is also a down-to-earth person, seeing that others' knowledge surpasses his own, he humbly yields and concedes, not in vain has he been called a scholar.

  Originally just wanted to fool that little girl, who knew that little girl was so impatient, let Lin Wanrong become the scapegoat, Lin Wanrong was very unhappy. Playing dumb and pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, this is interesting, this little girl is deliberately making things difficult for me.

  Mr. Xi's strong invitation to study together was rejected, Lin Wanrong was furious in his heart, Xiao Yuxiang that girl, isn't this a trap for herself? Clearly knowing she wasn't interested in those poems and yet still making such a big show of it, could it be that spanking her little butt yesterday wasn't enough?

  Young Master still looked unhappy, Lin Wanrong hastily approached him and whispered: "Young Master, don't worry, actually this poem - I copied it."

  Young Master's eyes lit up: "Really?"

  Lin Wanrong Zheng emphasized: "Of course. Think about it, with your wise and powerful young master unable to do good poetry, how can I, a low-ranking servant, achieve it?"

  Young Master nodded and said: "That's also true." He then seemed to remember something and said: "Lin San, where did you copy this poem from? Is there a collection of writings?"

  This young master's eyes rolled around, and Lin Wanrong knew he was going to spout some nonsense. Needless to say, it would definitely be about plagiarism again. As a rich young man like him, he didn't have the enthusiasm for learning, but his skills in deceitful ways were plentiful.

  Lin Wanrong blinked and said, "These are all works by the talented people from my hometown. I suppose you haven't heard of them before, and there aren't any collections here either." Seeing the deep disappointment on Simiao's face, Lin Wanrong changed his tone and said, "However, I do remember quite a few of them."

  Young Master Tai turned his anxiety into joy and said: "Lin San, you really remember?"

  Lin Wanrong said: "I remember a little, but it's enough for you to use, young master. Young master, rest assured, with me here, I guarantee that the two ladies will look at you in a new light."

  This sentence has hit the nail on the head of Master Biao's heart, and the gratitude in Master Biao's heart cannot be expressed in words.

  Lin Wanrong said a few more words in a soft voice, and the young master's face was filled with joy beyond measure. He repeated them over and over again, taking great pains to memorize them completely, and then grasped Lin Wanrong's hand even tighter, having already surrendered to his selflessness with all his heart.

  Just as the two were talking, they saw Miss Xiao Er smile and push open the door to enter. She greeted Mr. with a bow: "Hello, sir."

  Lin Wanrong saw that she was walking with some difficulty, knowing that her injury from yesterday had not fully recovered. He thought to himself, "Today I will have to teach this girl another lesson, lest she reveal my secrets again."

  Mr. Xi hastily returned the courtesy, Xiao Yuxiang turned her head and glanced at Lin Wanrong, but subconsciously touched her buttocks, apparently still remembering his rough behavior yesterday.

  Lin Wanrong secretly smiled in his heart, letting the little girl have her own ideas. He pretended to be respectful and bowed to Xiao Yuxiang, saying: "Good morning, Second Miss."

  Xiao Yuxiang hummed softly in her nose, pouting at him with a hint of shyness on her face, but didn't speak to him. Instead, she turned to Guo Wuchang and said, "Guo brother, you're also up quite early today, aren't you?"

  Young Master Tai saw Second Miss taking the initiative to talk to him and hastily replied with joy: "Second Cousin, I've been waiting for you here all along."

  "What are you waiting for me to do?" Second Miss asked strangely.

  Young Master Shao said: "I specially composed a new poem for my cousin yesterday, and today I'd like to ask my cousin to give me some guidance."

  As soon as he spoke these words, not only the second young lady but also Mr. Xi was somewhat surprised. This young master, who is good at everything, just can't write poetry.

  The second young lady covered her mouth and giggled: "Don't tell me it's another affair with Guan Guan Yu?"

  Cousin smiled and said: "What are you talking about, cousin? Yesterday was just a joke between us. Actually, I've had a great idea for a long time."

  Young Master Bai tapped his feet lightly and gently swayed his jade fan, as if chanting: "The Jade Building rises to the sky, with the sound of a flute, The wind carries the laughter and whispers of the palace ladies."

  The moon's shadow moves with the sound of the night watch, the crystal curtain rolls up near the autumn river.

  The second young lady and Mr. Xi were both stunned, clearly not expecting such a good poem to come from the mouth of the young master, who had only opened six of his seven apertures yesterday, but today suddenly possessed such talent?

  Xiao Yuxiang was young, but she had a delicate mind. Thinking of Lin Wanrong's outstanding performance yesterday, she couldn't help but glance at him. She saw Lin San shaking his head and reciting softly, as if he too was enchanted by the young master's excellent poem.

  Is this poem really written by Tabo? Although Xiao Yuxiang had a big question mark in her heart, Lin Wanrong's expression was normal, and for the time being, she couldn't see anything.

  Mr. Xi clapped his hands and said: "Young Master Biao, with these two sentences, you are simply a genius! I'll go inform the madam of this good news right away."

  Young Master Bai hastily pulled him back and said: "Sir, don't be in a hurry, I'll report to my aunt after I've achieved success."

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  Important characters are about to appear, and the plot will be fully unfolded, hehe.

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