My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 51
The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The little maid was panting, only then saw Qin Weimo, and said quickly, "Second...Second miss..."

Qin Weimo frowned slightly: "brother-in-law is ill and rests in the house. I can't go out tonight."

The little maid suddenly said with a bitter face: "Second miss, but... but the lady's place..."

Qin Weimo glanced at the room from the window again, and said softly, "It's okay, I'll just go and talk to my mother."

The group left the courtyard.

The little girl named Mei Er had to follow her out.

Xiaodie closed the courtyard door, then walked to the window and glanced into the house, Fang returned to her own room, and continued to sit on the bed to embroider.

With the help of Pearl and Qiuer, Qin Weimo entered the Moony Night Tingyu Garden.

In the front, there were maids holding umbrellas to keep out the wind, and in the back, there were a few older maids, who were like traveling princesses.

But the whole team was very quiet.

The willows by the lake are covered with bright lanterns, the evening wind blows, the lake is full of blue waves, and the lotus dances are beautiful.

Qin Weimo looked at her with soft eyes, and a slightly drunk look appeared on her elegant but picturesque cheeks.

The body wrapped in snow-white furs, like a willow branch blown by the evening wind, is delicate and delicate, and it can't help the wind.

"Miss, it's windy on the lake, so we shouldn't get on the boat later."

Holding her Pearl, he persuaded worriedly.

Qiu'er on the other side also said softly, "Yeah, miss, let's just walk by the lake. It's enough to have a lady to accompany the guests."

Qin Weimo was silent for a while, then said softly, "Well."

The two maids looked at each other, secretly surprised, how could the young lady be so obedient tonight?
Immediately, their hearts moved again: it's not because the uncle is not feeling well, so the lady is not in the mood, right?
Soon.

At the round door with the lantern hanging, there was a burst of laughter.

Immediately, a group of maids and servants, surrounded by several graceful ladies, entered the garden chatting and laughing.

As the host, Song Ruyue naturally walked in the middle.

There was a charming and charming smile on that beautiful young face, but it looked very fake.

The young women beside her also had bright smiles on their faces, but what they said was a gun and a stick.

In the seemingly harmonious and happy atmosphere, it is faintly mixed with swords and swords.

As a woman, she likes to chat and compare when she has nothing to do.

Qin Weimo stepped forward and bowed, and politely greeted the young ladies.

"Yo, isn't this Wei Mo, how can you come out and run around with your body, it's windy tonight, you'd better go back to the house and stay, we just need your mother to accompany us."

"Tsk tsk, Wei Mo's face and figure, the longer she gets, the more attractive she looks. She looks much more beautiful than your mother."

"I heard that Wei Mo's poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting are all proficient. Even my family, Qingwan, is full of praise for your excellent works."

Although several noble ladies spoke to Song Ruyue with guns and thorns, they were very fond of this weak and gentle girl in front of them, or rather showed pity, and had a very good attitude.

At this time, a young girl in a light blue dress walked out from behind a noble lady and said with a smile, "Sister Wei Mo, long time no see. The last time I came to your house, I was with Sister Meng. There were several of them. It's been a month."

This girl has a gentle appearance and a light body. Her name is Su Qingwan, and she is a well-known talented girl in Mocheng.

His usual behavior is eclectic, he often shows his face, attends various poetry and song festivals, competes with men to win, and abuses many literati in Mocheng.

Qin Weimo smiled and said, "Sister Su wrote the song "Forgetting Spring" in Yuanyanglou a few days ago, which is being recited everywhere in Mocheng."

Su Qingwan smiled and said, "It's not worth mentioning."

Immediately, his eyes flashed, he looked behind her and the lakeside, and asked, "Sister Weimo, where is your brother-in-law who came in? The song 'Bai Xue is too late for spring, so I wear the trees in the garden to make flying flowers', and that The first 'Cloud wants clothes and flowers want to look', is he really doing it?"

Before Qin Weimo could answer, Song Ruyue said, "Of course it was made by that kid, how can this be fake?"

Immediately, a smug look appeared on his face: "That song 'Yun Xiang Clothes and Flowers Wants Rong' was composed in front of my face."

In my heart, I added a sentence proudly: That kid watched me do it, if it wasn't for my beauty, he could do it?
The woman on the side immediately smiled strangely and said, "Ruyue, what about the brat? Why hasn't he come yet? It's just a brat who came here. With such a big pretense, how many of us have to wait?"

Song Ruyue's smile faded, and she looked at the little maid who had just gone to arrest someone, and asked, "Mei'er, what about the kid?"

Meier lowered her head, her face pale.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, brother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house. I didn't let Meier disturb brother-in-law."

As soon as these words came out, several women suddenly looked at each other and began to discuss yin and yang strangely.

"Ruyue, you didn't say that before. You said that kid would definitely come tonight."

"Yeah, Ruyue, you were bragging about that kid just now. Are those poems really written by him? If it's true, why don't you get sick early or late, but did you get sick when we came? You ah you , don't be deceived by that kid, maybe those few poems were copied by that kid from somewhere else."

"That's right, it's too coincidental to get sick sooner rather than later."

Song Ruyue's face was ugly, she glared at her daughter, and said coldly: "I know if I copied it, so I won't bother a few people. When the kid recovers, it won't be too late for you to come back for testing. When I speak, Song Ruyue, I never falsify, unlike some people."

"Hehe, Ruyue, don't be angry, everyone is worried that your mother and daughter will be deceived. Those poems are indeed extraordinary, not ordinary people can write, so everyone is suspicious and wants to see your son-in-law. Since he's sick today, let's go another day. Come on, get on the boat."

Seeing that she seemed angry, a woman quickly persuaded her with a smile.

Although the other women stopped talking, their faces were full of sarcasm, and their hearts were secretly gloating.

Song Ruyue snorted and didn't say any more. She took the lead and walked towards the lakeside, and said in her heart: "That stinky brat made me lose face today, what a shame!When he recovers, I have to whip him with a whip to write a poem for me!At least [-] songs!Otherwise suck his ass!
A group of maids and old ladies surrounded a few noble ladies to the lake, and carefully got on the boat.

Today, a lot of boats are prepared, and there are several servants with excellent water to escort them.

"Hey, Qingwan, why are you standing there stupidly? Come on up."

A lady sat on the boat and looked at the girl on the shore with a puzzled face.

Su Qingwan said softly, "Auntie, let's go and play. Sister Weimo and I have not seen each other for a long time. I want to talk to her."

The noble lady glanced at Qin Weimo and reminded: "Weimo is not well, so don't disturb her. If you want to talk, go back to the house and talk, it's windy outside."

Su Qingwan nodded and said, "I know, aunt can rest assured to play."

After all the boats slowly left the shore, Su Qingwan looked at the weak girl beside her and suddenly smiled, "Sister Weimo, I want to ask you one thing."

Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Sister Su, please speak."

Su Qingwan glanced at the ladies who were still talking about the son-in-law on the boat, and said with a smile, "I want to visit your brother-in-law now, okay?"

Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment, and then explained softly, "Sister Su, my brother-in-law is really sick. He..."

"It's okay, I'll go take a look."

Su Qingwan took her arm and said with a smile on her face: "Don't worry, I'm just outside the house. If he's awake, I'll talk to him; if he's asleep, I'll just take a look. You know, I have always loved poetry since I was a child. The ones written by your brother-in-law are of the highest quality. My aunt and the others would doubt it, but I wouldn't. Because I know your character, you won't lie. So I'm curious. , what kind of person is your brother-in-law, let me visit, okay?"

Qin Weimo wondered: "Sister Su, if it's too late today, I'm afraid it's not convenient."

She doesn't care.

She and her brother-in-law are in the same family, and her brother-in-law is ill. It is only natural and natural for her to visit her brother-in-law at night.

But the girl in front of her was an outsider, and she didn't know her brother-in-law.

It was so late that she took her there, it was really unreasonable.

Su Qingwan couldn't help laughing: "Sister Weimo, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? I've always been like this, everyone knows who I am, as long as I come across a good poem, no matter day or night, as long as I have time, I will go to communicate. I'm here tonight for your brother-in-law. If you don't let me see him, I'll be sleepless tonight."

Qin Weimo was still in a dilemma: "But..."

"Sister Wei Mo, if you can't do it, then you can take me to your sister, and I will tell her in person. I am an upright and innocent person, and I am not afraid of any gossip."

Hearing what she said, Qin Weimo had to sigh inwardly.

She knew that even if she went to her sister, the result would be the same.

Her sister wouldn't care about that boy.

Even when he was sick, he didn't even look at him.

at the same time.

In the room.

Luo Qingzhou had already got up from the bed and was sitting at the desk looking for a book to read.

The bronze mirror of the sun and the moon was placed on the desk again. The side carved with the moon faced the moonlight pouring in from the window. The mirror surface was hazy and dark and gloomy.

He rummaged through the bookshelf for a while, and suddenly found another good book.

One of the words made his heart move.

"Reborn and reborn, there is a body outside the body. When gathered, it takes shape, and when it is scattered, it becomes Qi. This is the Yang God. When a thought is clear, the soul consciousness is not scattered, like a dream, like a shadow. It is similar to a ghost, and this Yin spirit is also..."

Not long after, there was a slight knock on the door outside.

(End of this chapter)