CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 180: LEARNED IN A DREAM

"Qinglan, be honest, where exactly is this person?" Shen Qingfeng asked unwillingly.

Shen Qinglan replied, "The poems I learned in a dream, I haven’t met the person. I also want to know where they are."

"Learned in a dream?" Shen Qingfeng said, "This is the first time I’ve heard you can learn in a dream."

"Qinglan has divine favor, you cannot, but she can!"

They turned around to see Jiang and Shen He, along with Zhang Xiaolian, walking in with things in their hands.

The person who just spoke was Shen He.

Just as they arrived, the two elders of the Shen Family and Shen Tang also arrived.

Meanwhile, Dong Yao had already finished preparing the meal, and Shen Qingzhu and Shen Shan were helping to bring it out.

Shen Qingfeng and the old man surrounded Shen Qinglan, asking her to write more of the poems she learned in her dreams.

Shen Qinglan didn’t refuse, writing down several ancient poems she learned in her past life for them.

The two looked over the poems repeatedly, constantly praising them, even saying things like if they could meet these poets once, they’d have no regrets in life.

The old lady couldn’t stand it and shouted, "Stop looking, take them to stick at your bedside after dinner, and you’ll surely see them every day."

"What do you know, old lady?" The old man said with a trembling voice, "Those who can compose such poems must be rare and romantic figures. If you could see them once a year, that’s a blessing cultivated over lifetimes!"

Shen Qingfeng nodded in agreement.

The old lady snorted coldly, "I don’t understand, but you do! Fine, just sit there staring at the poems, don’t eat your meal. Maybe the poets’ faces will appear if you stare long enough."

The others burst into laughter hearing this.

"You’re something, old lady."

After the old man spoke, he waited for the ink to dry, then folded the paper and tucked it into his chest.

When everyone in the Shen Family was seated, Jiang said, "Qingju will be back tomorrow."

"Yes!" Dong Yao sighed, "We missed Qingju this New Year’s Day; next year, we’ll be without Qinghe, and in a couple of years, I’m afraid Qinglan won’t be able to spend it with us either."

Shen Qinghe blushed and lowered her gaze, while Shen Qinglan continued eating her food without any change in expression.

"That’s a good thing," the old lady said, "With fewer people on the first day, there’ll be more on the second day, won’t there?"

Jiang laughed lightly, "Mother, you’re absolutely right!"

The old lady glanced at Shen Qingning and said, "Qingning, you’re not young anymore, your younger sisters are getting married, and you’re still with no news, that’s not good!"

Shen Qingning replied indifferently, "Whoever meets someone first marries first, what’s the big deal?"

"It’s a good thing you weren’t born in Nanfeng Country," Shen Qingfeng said, "With that thinking in Nanfeng Country, your sisters would have been dragged down by you."

"What’s up with Nanfeng Country?" Shen Qingning was puzzled, as were the others.

Shen Qingfeng explained, "In Nanfeng Country, there’s a rule that marriage in families follows the order of seniority. If an older brother hasn’t married, his younger siblings can’t marry either."

Shen Qingning frowned, "Then what if the elder brother is ill and no one wants to marry him, won’t the younger siblings be unable to marry too?"

"That’s an exception," Shen Qingfeng said, "I’m talking about when everyone in the family is healthy."

"Oh." Shen Qingning realized, "Thank goodness I wasn’t born in Nanfeng Country."

"This child!" Jiang said helplessly, "There’s a nice girl from Liu Family Village, why not have your mother go look into it for you after the New Year?"

Shen Qingning shook his head, "Don’t worry about my marriage plans, I have my own ideas."

The elders felt helpless upon hearing this, but Shen Qinglan thought that Shen Qingning’s ideas were quite advanced, not bound by parental orders or matchmakers’ words.