How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

"Excuse me, Liu Qingqing greets all the ladies." Liu Qingqing walked over and bowed. "The music just now was like the sound of nature, cleansing my soul. This sister's sword dance was as graceful as a startled swan and as elegant as a flying dragon. For a moment, I thought I had strayed into heaven and was so mesmerized."

Xia Chu and the others stood up to greet her, and everyone took their seats. Only Lin Lang was immersed in his painting, silent and silent.

Normally, Lin Lang was the talkative one, and she could chat with anyone. Once she quieted down, the situation became awkward with the addition of someone she didn't know.

Liu Qingqing bit her lip. Why didn't she say anything? Did I say something wrong? Did I praise her too much?

No one spoke. Bai Wuxia was afraid that Liu Qingqing would overthink things, so she said, "I usually just enjoy wielding swords and clubs. I'm a rough girl, and I don't deserve such praise from a younger sister."

Finally speaking, Liu Qingqing quickly joined in, "Sister Bai's sword dance is beautiful, agile and heroic. I'm very envious."

Bai Wuxia felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, "No, I was just kidding."

It wasn't awkward when someone was talking, and Liu Qingqing wasn't one for stage-fear, so she immediately asked, "The song just now was really beautiful. I've never heard it before. Could you tell me the name of it so I can go find it?"

Bai Wuxia nudged Xia Chu, who smiled and said, "This is something I wrote for fun when I was bored. It's not something that can be worthy of formal presentation."

Mentioning this, Mo Qingmei couldn't help but say, "Although this piece of music isn't from a famous composer, we all like it very much. There's a copy of this music sheet at Ruyuzhai on Guangmao Street in the south of the city, which I printed specially. If you like it, I'll have someone send a copy to your house."

Liu Qingqing shook her hands lightly. "How dare I trouble you, sister? After the banquet is over, I'll send someone to buy it. I wonder what the title of the book is?"

"The title is 'Nine Heavens Questioning Song.'" Xia Chu had come up with the title herself, and while it was a bit over the top, it was fine. It was just that the nickname she had given herself was truly unflattering.

"I'm still just repeating what others have said. I didn't expect Sister Wang has already started composing music. I really admire her." Liu Qingqing looked at Xia Chu with admiration.

Xia Chu smiled and passed it off. This was all thanks to the modern era. He had heard and seen a lot, and had accumulated some knowledge.

"Miss He is here." Mo Lian said softly.

Everyone turned around and saw a young girl in a goose yellow dress walking slowly through the hanging flower gate, followed by three young ladies.

Bai Wuxia curled her lips. Mo Qingmei sat down next to Bai Wuxia and gently patted the back of her hand. Xia Chu saw that their expressions were not right and guessed that Miss He must be difficult to get along with or had done something wrong.

But, the last name is He, isn't it the He of He Suo? Just as she was thinking about it, Bai Wuxia leaned close to her ear and whispered, "He Suo's biological sister."

No wonder they look like this, it turns out they are from the He family.

"Mrs. Bai, Mrs. Mo, Mrs. Lin, long time no see." Although He Zhilan was greeting them, she raised her chin slightly and spoke in a lazy tone with an uncomfortable arrogance.

"Madam He." Liu Qingqing's family background was not prominent, and she was an orphan, so she took the initiative to step forward and greet.

Bai Wuxia perfunctorily knelt, and Mo Qingmei bowed slightly, but Lin Lang didn't hear a word. Xia Chu glanced at them and, imitating Liu Qingqing's manner, bowed, but didn't respond.

He Zhilan sat at the table in the middle of the pavilion, her eyes sweeping over Lin Lang. Wu Xiaojing, standing behind her, immediately understood, "Madam Lin, how could you be so rude? You didn't even respond to Madam He's greetings."

Xiaoguang had already reminded his young lady once, and now he was anxious, so he leaned close to Lin Lang's ear and whispered a reminder again.

Lin Lang was drawing Mo Qingmei playing the flute and said impatiently, "Stop making noise. Wait a moment."

"I haven't seen you for so long, and Lin Lang still doesn't take me seriously." He Zhilan's face turned cold. Lin Lang had invited her to his house to paint for him many times before, but she always refused with various excuses. Now, when they met, he pretended not to see her! He didn't take her seriously at all. This was too much! How dare the small Lin family be so arrogant!

"Madam Lin is engrossed in her painting. Madam He, please don't bother with her." Mo Qingmei explained softly, "I'll apologize to everyone on her behalf."

Wu Xiaojing sneered, "Madam Mo is really Madam Lin's good sister. She's already protecting her master..."

Bai Wuxia interrupted her, "Mrs. Wu is as talkative as ever. She never stops talking. Even the rooster at home is quieter than you."

I learned this phrase from Xia Chu. Her original response was, "My dog can't bark like you," which she found quite amusing. But saying "dog" seemed a bit over the top, so she changed it to "rooster," even though she'd never seen one. But Xia Chu said roosters start crowing before dawn every day, making a very loud noise.

Wu Xiaojing raged, but she didn't dare to do anything. Bai Wuxia was the type who would actually resort to violence when she got angry. She couldn't even handle them with one hand. But what was a rooster? The kind used for soup? Comparing herself to poultry was outrageous!

"White Snake has been around so much with the lower class that she doesn't mind the dirtiness of her mouth even when it comes to animals and poultry." He Zhilan said lightly. She had seen this chicken before. Her brother liked cockfighting and had several at home. They would start crowing before dawn, making a lot of noise and making people irritable.

"You don't mind getting your mouth dirty when you eat, so why does it get dirty just because I talk to you? Your brother loves fighting cocks, and he probably has quite a few at home. You live with chickens, so make sure you don't get the smell of chicken manure on your body." After Bai Wuxia finished speaking, he waved it in front of his nose, as if he really smelled something.

"Bai Wuxia!" He Zhilan could no longer maintain her composure and nearly slammed the table in anger. The chicken was kept in her brother's yard, separated from hers by a garden. How could it possibly have been contaminated by the smell?

Bai Wuxia chuckled inwardly. After spending so much time with Xia Chu, she had become irritated with her words. She feigned concern, but her words only served to pierce her heart. "What's wrong? You're being so loud! Don't lose your status as a young lady. I, a rough man, don't care. This is all you have left."

Xia Chu quietly gave her a thumbs-up under the table. She wasn't trying to teach her. It was just that during their earlier chat, when they mentioned He Suowei, Lin Lang had mentioned how He Zhilan was harsh and picky. None of them were a match for her, and they often felt so frustrated that they wanted to cry.

Bai Wuxia was not upset at all. She just took action when she was anxious.

So Xia Chu taught them the biggest secret to quarreling: don't prove yourself, don't follow what the other person says, there is only one purpose of quarreling, which is to make the other person angry to death.

They even simulated it a bit, with Lin Lang imitating He Zhilan's speech and Xia Chu casually retorting. Bai Wuxia and Lin Lang's eyes lit up, full of admiration.

Mo Qingmei's family couldn't compare to the He family, so she was a little worried. "If I say that, I'm afraid I'll offend the He family."

Li Yun didn't like to get into conflicts, but she analyzed the situation. The He family had four branches, and He Suo was the least promising. Everyone was afraid of him just to give the He family face.

As for He Zhilan, she was a girl, and if she had a few arguments with others, she couldn't go back and complain to the head of the family. That would be too much of a fuss. So just scold He Zhilan a few times and don't mention the He family, and there will be no problem.

Let's look at He Suowei's case this time. If the He family really took it that seriously, they wouldn't have been so clueless. He was just beaten up, not disabled, and he didn't lose his life. Furthermore, He Suowei's behavior was not good, and the fourth branch was not valued, so it was let go.

If someone from the eldest house was beaten, it wouldn't be so quiet.

So, Bai Wuxia acted without restraint and vented the anger he had suffered in the past.