My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 343 A Poem for Sister Yue
Xiaodie immediately went to open the door.

The door opens.

Tang Yan'er stood at the door, smiling all over her face and said, "Has Mr. Luo rested?"

Song Ruyue got up immediately, with a look of vigilance on her face.

Luo Qingzhou walked to the door, cupped his hands and said, "Miss Tang, what's the matter?"

Tang Yan'er smiled and said, "Is it convenient for the little girl to go in?"

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, stepped aside and said, "Please."

Tang Yan'er entered the room and saw the young lady standing in the room, she was taken aback for a moment, her face quickly recovered, and said: "Mr. Luo, your poem just now is very good, even Miss Huayue They are all full of praise.”

Luo Qingzhou didn't ask who that "Huayue" girl was, but just politely and modestly said.

Tang Yan'er glanced at him, then smiled and said: "Everyone is having a great time playing down there, Mr. Luo, won't you go down?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I'm really tired after driving for days, so I won't go down."

Seeing this, Tang Yan'er couldn't force it, and said with a smile: "Just now the second question came out, with the bright moon as the theme, Mr. Luo, can you try to compose another one, as a way to support the little girl?"

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a while when he heard the words, and said: "The bright moon is the topic? This is not easy to do. Miss Tang, I may not be able to do it for a while, or I will stay here and think about it all night, and I will give the girl an answer tomorrow. May I?"

Tang Yan'er's eyes moved, and she said with a smile: "Of course."

After a pause, she said with a smile on her face again: "Mr. Luo, the little girl only knows that you are from the Qin family, but she doesn't know who your lady is? Can you let the little girl say hello?"

When Luo Qingzhou didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly said, "His wife is in the capital now, not here."

Tang Yan'er was stunned, and said politely: "You are..."

Song Ruyue said: "I am his mother-in-law."

Tang Yan'er hurriedly saluted, and asked again: "When Mr. Luo came up just now, I saw a woman wearing a veil. That woman is..."

Song Ruyue was a little impatient, but thinking that it was someone else's boat, she couldn't lose her temper, so she had to be patient and said, "That's my eldest daughter."

Tang Yan'er seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and said, "Auntie, don't blame the little girl for being talkative. The little girl just heard that Miss Qin, the most talented woman in Mocheng, belongs to your family, so she wanted to ask. That Miss Qin, is Your daughter? Is she not here?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, and said, "She is my second daughter, and she is now in the capital."

Tang Yan'er immediately said happily: "Are you in the capital? Then, when I go back this time, can the little girl visit your daughter?"

A hypocritical smile appeared on Song Ruyue's face, and she said, "Of course."

Seeing this, Tang Yan'er didn't ask any more questions, she cupped her hands and said, "Thank you auntie, the little girl won't bother you."

She just remembered it suddenly.

It is said that Miss Qin, the number one talented woman in Mocheng, has been sickly and weak since she was a child, and her health is not good. Even walking requires the help of a maid. If it is true, then the woman who just boarded the boat is indeed not that Miss Qin.

And this aunt of the Qin family doesn't need to lie to her.

Tang Yan'er went downstairs and returned to the backstage room.

Huayue had already finished reading all the poems and was waiting for her to come in. When she saw her coming in, she quickly got up and said, "Yan'er, what's the matter?"

Tang Yan'er shook her head and said, "Then Miss Qin should not be here."

As he spoke, he recounted the conversation he had just gone up and what he had guessed in his heart.

After Huayue heard it, she was a little disappointed and said: "I also heard that Miss Qin's body is so weak that she can't even blow the wind."

Tang Yan'er smiled and said, "But she's in the capital, so we'll definitely have a chance to see her when we go back this time."

Huayue nodded, and said: "In other words, that little poem just now was written by Mr. Luo. Yan'er, is he thinking about Mingyue as the theme? I really want to see."

Tang Yan'er shrugged, and said: "Mr. Luo said that he can't do it for a while, and he will give me an answer tomorrow."

Huayue heard the words, smiled wryly and said: "That's right, the song "Water Tune Getou" about Mingyue came from Mocheng. It is estimated that talented scholars in Mocheng will be ashamed to write poems about Mingyue again in the future." gone."

At this time, the servant girl came in with a stack of rice paper and said, "Miss, some young masters have already finished their work, so the servant girl will collect it first."

Seeing this, Tang Yan'er didn't bother any more, and withdrew, saying, "I'll go and see if Mr. Bai has made it."

Huayue nodded, took the rice paper from the servant girl's hand, and looked down seriously.

Upstairs, in the room.

Song Ruyue was questioning Luo Qingzhou: "How did she know that Weimo belongs to our family?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Kong Zhe has been to the mansion, so he guessed it."

When Song Ruyue heard him mention those cronies and friends down below, and remembered the topics they had talked about down below, she immediately said with a sullen face: "Don't make friends outside, those few people don't look like good people at first sight, don't take you with you. broken."

Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "Yes, mother-in-law."

Song Ruyue endured it, but in the end she couldn't hold back and said: "I heard that there are brothels everywhere in the capital, Qingzhou, will you go there in the future?"

Luo Qingzhou said firmly: "No."

Song Ruyue glanced at him, and said earnestly: "When we get to the capital, we will marry Wei Mo and treat Wei Mo well. You usually study hard at home to prepare for next year's spring. If you pass the Jinshi exam, then you You are worthy of your mother. Your mother worked hard to raise you alone, and tried her best to support you in education. You must not live up to her expectations."

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and bowed his head and said, "Your mother-in-law's teachings, Qingzhou will definitely keep in mind."

Seeing that his attitude was good, Song Ruyue was very satisfied, and said in a slow tone: "As long as you strive hard, our Qin family will be proud of you, and your mother-in-law will satisfy you whatever you want. Kyoto is very prosperous and there are many temptations. Stay true to your heart, and you can't be blinded and let yourself fall. Weimo has done so much for you, I hope you don't let her down."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Mother-in-law, don't worry, Qing Zhou will definitely not disappoint Second Miss."

Song Ruyue nodded, fearing that if he continued to talk too much, it would arouse his disgust, so she changed the subject and said, "Why didn't you write poetry just now? Did you not think of it, or did you not want to talk to her?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I don't want to talk to her."

Song Ruyue showed a smile on her face, said without further words, "Okay, let's go to bed and rest."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then at Xiaodie next to her, and then at the bed, with a look of uneasiness on her face.

Song Ruyue sat on the chair and said, "Don't worry about me, you just sleep. I'm not sleepy at all, I'm going to read all night tonight."

After speaking, he opened his mouth and yawned twice.

Both Luo Qingzhou and Xiaodie looked away to save her from embarrassment.

"Xiaodie, go to bed and rest, I'm not too sleepy."

Luo Qingzhou said something, sat down by the window, and picked up the book next to him.

Xiaodie saw the two of them sitting and she was the only servant, so she dared not go to bed alone to rest, so she could only say: "Young master, slaves... are not sleepy."

Song Ruyue glanced at the two of them, yawned again, and thought to herself: This is not the way, sitting here by themselves, they must be embarrassed to go to bed.

Also, she was sleepy.

"Forget it, I'm going back to my room, you guys rest."

Song Ruyue thought for a while, stood up, opened the door and walked out, and pushed the door of the next room.

in the room.

Qin Jianjia was sitting by the window reading a book.

Holding the sword, Xia Chan stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, motionless.

Bai Ling was sitting on the bed, tinkering with a sachet.

Song Ruyue walked to the bed and said, "Bailing, you look in good spirits, are you drowsy?"

Bai Ling raised his head, with two dimples on his face, and said with a smile, "Ma'am, I'm not dozing off, I'm in good spirits."

Song Ruyue said with a smile all over her face: "That's great, you go over there and help me look after that kid."

When Bai Ling heard this, the smile on his face froze.

"Ma'am, I...I..."

"What? Are you afraid of that kid?"

Song Ruyue asked doubtfully.

Bai Ling immediately said: "Yes, no."

Song Ruyue glanced at Xia Chan by the wall, and said, "If you don't want to, you can let Chan'er go. But Chan'er doesn't rest during the day, I'm afraid she won't be able to take it anymore."

Bai Ling twitched, didn't say no, and didn't say go.

Song Ruyue yawned a few more times, walked to the bed and said, "Whoever you want to go, I'm going to sleep first. Anyway, remember to keep an eye on him, the girls below are all vixens, don't hook that kid away .”

After speaking, he went to bed and fell asleep soon.

Bai Ling stood in the room for a while, looked towards the wall and said, "Chanchan..."

Xia Chan turned her face away and ignored her.

Bai Ling pouted and said, "My uncle is not mine anyway, if he runs away, I won't be the one who is sad, hmph."

Silent night.

The banquet in the hall downstairs has ended at some unknown time.

After drinking and eating, the scholars all went back to their rooms to rest.

The whole cruise ship fell silent.

Early morning.

Luo Qingzhou tossed and turned, unable to sleep, after thinking about it, his soul came out of his body.

Passed through the roof, stood on top of the cruise ship, looked at the river in the night for a while, then took out the communication treasure and sent a message to that sister Yue.

[Sister Yue, what are you doing?Are you still practicing in Yuanyang Building?I’m on the way to Kyoto and can’t sleep]

After a while, the message party replied.

【Reading】

Luo Qingzhou: [What book are you reading?Sister Yue, I’m not bragging, you only need to read the first two paragraphs on the first page, and I’ll know what the book is]

Sister Yue: 【】

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, what did you post? 】

Sister Yue: [Alien text]

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful, how about the moonlight in Mocheng, okay? 】

Sister Yue didn't reply again.

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, haven't you finished translating the remaining ancient monster characters I gave you last time? 】

Sister Yue: [No]

Luo Qingzhou: [Oh, sister Yue, do you want to hear a story?The scriptures are also available. 】

Sister Yue: [Not used for now]

Luo Qingzhou: [Oh, Sister Yue, you said that Xiaoyue has gone to the capital, will I meet her then?I always feel that she is plotting against me. Is she a good person? 】

Sister Yue didn't reply again.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, then had to say again: [Sister Yue, tonight I am on a cruise ship, there is a poetry meeting on the cruise ship, the master invited me to compose a poem with the theme of the bright moon.When I heard this topic, I suddenly thought of you, Sister Yue.In fact, I have already made it in my heart, but I just don’t want others to see it first.Sister Yue, do you want to see it? 】

Sister Yue: [whatever]

Luo Qingzhou: [This poem is somewhat offensive, I'm afraid that if I write it out, Sister Yue will be angry]

Sister Yue: [Then you don’t need to write]

Luo Qingzhou: [But I want to write.Sister Yue, the title is "Drinking alone under the moon in Limo City to give to Sister Yue". If I write it, this poem will spread, and by then, Sister Yue may know who I am.Sister Yue, do you want to listen? 】

Sister Yue: [not listening]

Luo Qingzhou: [I read a sentence in the book, when men and women chat, if girls say no, most of them will.Sister Yue, then I will take it as if you want to listen.I wrote it out? 】

Sister Yue didn't reply again.

Luo Qingzhou: [A jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people face each other.The moon does not drink, and the shadow follows me.暂伴月将影，But still for a while I want to accompany the moon, 行乐须及春。 I should be to enjoy life in the spring.My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadow is chaotic.醒时同交欢，Pursue pleasure when I am awake, 醉后各分散。 When drunken I reel, our companionship ends.Forever and ruthless travel, we will meet each other for a long time. 】

In the room, in front of the desk.

The figure in a snow-white dress was looking down at the jade in his hand.

When they read the last two lines, "We meet each other when we wake up, and we disperse when we are drunk. We will be together forever and love each other, and we will meet each other forever", a dazed look appeared in my eyes.

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, don't get me wrong, it's just a poem, no offense intended.I just think that Sister Yue is too cold. She is close in front of her eyes, but she seems to be far away in the sky, very similar to the moon.I still don't know if the two of us are friends.Last time I asked Sister Yue, Sister Yue said that we were just using each other, to be honest, I was a little sad]

After waiting for a long time, there was no reply.

Luo Qingzhou sent another sentence: [Sister Yue, I just silently recited this poem a few times, and suddenly felt that it should not be seen by others, let alone given to others.So, I decided not to let anyone else know except sister Yue]

【Sister Yue, good night】

After a while.

The message replied: [Good night]

Luo Qingzhou looked up, the night sky was deep and the moon was bright and clear.

At this moment, is that moon-white figure still standing on the mandarin duck building, looking at the darkness in the distance, thinking about things that can never be finished?
Who will accompany her in the next night?

She stood there desolately and coldly, spending every dark night, would she feel lonely and sad?

Looking at the moon and thinking for a while, he returned to the room, fascinated.

the next day.

During the meal, Tang Yan'er came to ask about poetry.

Luo Qingzhou told her that she only wanted to say a few words, but she didn't think about it completely, and hoped to give him a few more days.

Tang Yan'er didn't force herself after hearing this.

Of course, there was no hope.

Because none of the poems titled "Bright Moon" last night could be praised by the girl who painted the moon.

Even the song composed by Bai Yulou is very ordinary.

Two days later.

The cruise ship finally sailed to the ferry outside Kyoto.

Qin Wenzheng, Qin Chuan, and others had arrived the day before.

Waiting at the ferry.

Besides them, Qin Weimo, who got the news, also came from the city under the escort of Nangong Meijiao.

When Qin Wenzheng saw her, she was coughing, and the snow-white handkerchief on her hand was already stained red.

Her cheeks grew thinner, her face paler, and her body seemed weaker.

Qin Wenzheng was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.

Several people persuaded her to get into the carriage and wait, but she stubbornly refused to go in, coughing, and said softly: "I hope that when my brother-in-law gets off the boat, he can see me first, and I want to be the first to see me too." he……"

Qin Chuan's tall body stood beside her, holding an umbrella for her to shield her from the wind, and sighed secretly.

Zhu'er supported her frail body, looking at her pale face, tears rolled in her eyes.

at dusk.

The beautifully decorated cruise ship finally sailed towards the ferry.

On the boat, each guest is packing up and saying goodbye to the host.

Luo Qingzhou also took Miss Qin and the others downstairs, found Tang Yan'er, first thanked her, then handed her a piece of paper, and said apologetically, "That poem was only scribbled today, I didn't want to write it down. Take it out to make a fool of yourself, but since you agreed to Miss Tang, you can't break your promise. Thank you for taking care of Miss Tang along the way, and when I go to the capital, if there is a chance, I will come to thank you."

He didn't mention the toll, and the other party wouldn't ask for it if he did, and would be rude instead.

Take this poem as travel expenses.

Tang Yan'er was busy, when she heard this, she took the rice paper and handed it to the maid behind her, asking her to take it to the house, then smiled and gave him a note with her address in Kyoto written on it.

Because many guests bid farewell to her, she just said a word and hurried away.

Luo Qingzhou didn't care, and looked at the pier in the distance, and at a glance saw the delicate figure in the crowd, dressed in plain white, supported by the maid, standing softly and weakly under the umbrella.

There was light in his eyes, and he took a step forward unconsciously.

The snow-white figure beside him glanced at the pier, turned his face slightly, and looked at him.

In the wing behind the stage.

Huayue and the servant girl are packing their things.

At this time, a servant girl knocked on the door and came in, put a piece of rice paper on the table, and said respectfully: "Miss Huayue, that Mr. Luo gave it to my lady, and said that it was finished today."

Huayue glanced at the table, nodded and said, "Okay, I see."

The maid bowed her head and retreated.

Huayue didn't take it seriously, and continued to pack the xylophone, calligraphy and painting, etc.

When she finished packing, the cruise ship had just docked.

Only now did she have time to walk to the table, picked up the rice paper on the table, and was about to take a look at it before throwing it away.

Even the poems written by Mr. Bai, who is known as one of the seven great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, could not catch her eyes, let alone other people.

But when she saw the first sentence on the paper, her heart suddenly jumped, and the casual and indifferent expression on her face immediately became serious.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment..."

　gone tonight
　
(End of this chapter)