Chapter 48 A Rare Night of Heavy Drinking (2/2)

There was a popular saying that went, ”why sleep for so long when you can sleep forever once you are dead.”

However, Shen Lian was one of the minorities.

When he walked down to the lounge of the inn, Bai Yufei had already reported for work. He looked hard working as usual and no one could tell that his real identity was actually a world-famous thief.

The higher you soar, the more you would enjoy the down-to-earth feeling.

Bai Yufei's martial arts skills were not top-notched but Shen Lian believed given ten or twenty years, Bai Yufei would peak.

It was a pity that he had no fate with the road to Dao. But that was not something worthy to be sad about.

There were just way too many people who were fated to be part of neither Dao nor Jianghu. Instead, they lived an ordinary life.

Steward Wu handed Shen Lian an invitation. It was an invitation to Shen Ruoxi's poetry gathering.

A purple invitation signified an honorable invitation.

A poetry gathering by Shen Ruoxi was big news to the city.

Entertainment was limited during the bitter winter. Initially, Shen Ruoxi only invited a couple of familiar faces to her gathering. Who knew that it would turn out to be a hit among people?

The plum blossom appreciation and poetry gathering were held at the manor of the Shen residence. Horse carriages filled the roads, a huge crowd turned up for the party.

From talented men, beautiful women to wealthy merchants, there were, however, no sights of commoners.

The type of people who would be bored during winter were not commoners who were busy making a living.

Poor people would not have first world problems such as being too bored due to the lack of entertainment. When one was poor, a slice of meat or a glass of wine was the highest form of enjoyment.

Shen Ruoxi was from a wealthy family. In her lifetime, she would never understand poverty.

Young girls were generally poetic. But young girls from a poor family had no choice but to suppress their poetic intention.

Shen Ruoxi was very fortunate. She could compose her own poem or she could just get someone to write one for her.

The Qing State had always been a place that lacked literature. By the time the party ended, no one heard of anything impressive. However, everyone present was in good mood.

”The plum blossoms thrive in the wintery forest,

Not mingling with the plums and peaches to be reduced to secular;

Suddenly, the refreshing fragrance permeates through the night,

It scattered became the new spring of the world.”

The poem was recited deliberately but it did not mask the elegance of the poem.

The crowd's face changed color when they heard the poem.

A couple of scholars could not help but bow down to this poem that was destined to spread through the ages.

The charm of this poem lies in the meaning that goes beyond border, class and even culture.

A man's nature was good at birth. It was the materialistic approach to life that caused people to be vain and calculative.

The charm of a song of a thousand years old lies in its ability to bring out the good in humanity.

Shen Ruoxi stood on the stage with a veil covering her face. She saved this poem for the last.

The settings of the poem were quiet and calm. Even though people have memorized the poem, Shen Ruoxi could not help but feel a sense of loss after hearing for the second time.

She felt that she knew a little bit more about her cousin now.

Unfortunately, Shen Lian was not by her side. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she could not find him among the audience.

She did not notice someone waved to her and disappeared into the winter night.

The twelfth month of the lunar year came to an end. Spring was to approach soon.