My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 52
Luo Qingzhou returned to the bed.

Xiaodie heard the sound and ran out to open the courtyard door.

Qin Weimo was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

Qiu'er knew Xiaodie well, so she took her directly into the small courtyard and whispered, "Is Uncle awake? Miss Su came here specially and said she wanted to see Uncle."

Xiaodie looked back and wondered, "Sister Qiu'er, my son has already rested."

Qiu'er poked her with her finger and whispered: "Uncle didn't go tonight, the madam is already angry. You go in and have a look. If he feels better, it is best to get up and see Miss Su, after all, she is a distinguished guest. , my lady is also very embarrassed."

Xiaodie was helpless and said, "Alright then, I'll go in and have a look."

Su Qingwan entered the small courtyard, looked around a few times, and couldn't help but said, "Wei Mo, your brother-in-law lives here with this little girl? Your sister..."

Qin Weimo sighed slightly: "my sister is not very well, so the two don't live together."

When Su Qingwan heard the words, she smiled faintly: "I'm afraid it's not because of your poor health, right? You came here, and you're a concubine with no status, so you're treated like this, right?"

Immediately he said: "Wei Mo, I'm more direct, don't take it to heart. Since the two of them have already been married, why do they have to make so many rules, husband and wife don't live together, what kind of husband and wife are you? Your brother-in-law is so talented. , and study hard, I will definitely be able to stand out in the future, after all, it is not very good for you to treat him like this."

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

Su Qingwan glanced at her and couldn't help sighing: "I also know that your sister's situation is special, and it may not be suitable to live together. Wei Mo, just pretend that I didn't say this, don't think about it, I know who you are. , You must not feel bad. Hey, there are too many rules in this world, especially for a big family like you. If you don't follow some rules, you will be gossiped by people, and there is no way to do things. "

At this time, Xiaodie quickly walked out of the room and said respectfully, "Second Miss, Miss Su, my son is awake."

Su Qingwan's eyes lit up, she immediately walked to the window, lowered her body slightly and said, "Young Master Luo, I'm really sorry for coming here so late to disturb you. It's just the few poems the son wrote that really made Qingwan feel unbearable. In the evening, I happened to take advantage of my aunt to come over, and Qingwan also followed, and wanted to pay special respect to Mr. Luo."

Qin Weimo also stepped forward with a soft voice and a concerned face: "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better?"

Luo Qingzhou got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and replied, "It's much better, thank you Second Miss for your concern."

The reason why he didn't pretend to sleep anymore was because he didn't want to embarrass Second Miss Qin, and secondly, after hearing what the girl Su said, he thought that the other party was okay, so it didn't matter to say hello.

The window is closed.

The oil lamp was on in the room, his shadow reflected on the window, and he cupped his hands again: "Miss Su, I'm not feeling well tonight, so I won't go out to meet you."

Under the eaves, some rules have to be followed.

Here he is the son-in-law, not the son-in-law.

Su Qingwan said apologetically: "Young Master Luo is not feeling well, Qingwan is really sorry and shouldn't have come to disturb you. But Qingwan really admires the son's poems very much. I came tonight to ask the son for some advice. I'm awake, and I'm sure I won't be able to fall asleep for a while, Qingwan is talking to the son outside the house, and I hope the son will give me some advice."

The room was silent for a while, and said, "Miss Su misunderstood, those poems were not written by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the house was stunned.

Su Qingwan looked surprised: "Why did Young Master Luo say this? Those poems were not written by Young Master, but by whom?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I just read it in a certain book and wrote it down. As for who did it, I really don't remember it."

"Can Master Luo tell Qingwan, which book did you read it in?"

Su Qingwan asked while looking at the long shadow on the window.

Luo Qingzhou was silent again and said, "Forgot."

There was silence outside.

Su Qingwan smiled wryly and said, "Why does this young master do this? Qingwan knows that the young master has a special status and is unwilling to become famous too soon. She just wants to study hard in the cold window, keep a low profile, and become famous when she arrives at the Imperial Examination High School in Japan. Qingwan is here today with no other intentions. , I just like the talent of the son very much, and want to meet the son and talk to him. Qingwan can guarantee that what happened tonight will never be rumored."

The room fell silent.

Su Qingwan looked at the shadow on the window and said softly, "Young Master Luo, since it's not convenient for you to speak, can you do Qingwan a favor?"

The room was silent again, Fang said, "Miss Su, please speak."

Su Qingwan said: "In a few days, Yuanyanglou will hold a poetry party. The title has already come out. Qingwan thought hard and wrote two poems, but she is not satisfied. Can you help Qingwan to write one so that Qingwan can read it? ideas?"

The room sighed and said, "Miss Su, I really didn't lie to you, I'm not good at poetry."

Su Qingwan lowered her body slightly, bowed her head and said, "Young Master Luo, Qingwan can guarantee that he will not mention this person to anyone. If the son is willing to help, Qingwan will be very grateful. Dare to say no."

Luo Qingzhou still said: "Sorry, Miss Su, I really don't know how to write poetry, and I'm not feeling well tonight, so please go back, girl."

Su Qingwan looked up at the window and said, "Could the son help Qingwan to copy a song? Just copy the book that the son just said, is that okay?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"If the son doesn't agree, Qingwan will be cheeky today and stay here and won't leave."

Su Qingwan said stubbornly.

Qin Weimo, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but persuade softly, "Sister Su, don't make it difficult for my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law is sick today, which is indeed inconvenient."

Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed her head and stood outside the window without speaking.

The courtyard fell silent.

Those maids and maids, you look at me, I look at you, and then they all looked at the shadow on the window, holding their breath.

In the stalemate of each other, time passed by minute by minute.

After a long while, Fang Fang, the young man in the room, sighed and compromised, "Miss Su, please talk about the topic."

Luo Qingzhou clearly knows that if a woman becomes stubborn, ten cows can't pull it back, so just copy one and send it away.

As soon as these words came out, the depressing atmosphere in the small courtyard suddenly relaxed.

Su Qingwan raised her head with a face full of joy and said, "Thank you, son, the topic is plum blossoms. There is a plum garden downstairs at Yuanyang, and standing upstairs can see the first blooming plum blossoms in the garden, that's why I came up with this topic."

The room was silent for a while, and said, "Does Miss Su want poetry or words?"

Just as Su Qingwan was about to speak, she paused again, her eyes flashed, she looked at the shadow on the window, and said cautiously, "Young Master Luo, how about... a poem, a poem, okay?"

She thought to herself, since this Young Master Luo asked this question, he must be good at poetry, but he didn't know what kind of poetry he could make in such a short time.

"Sister Su is so greedy."

Qin Weimo, who was on the side, secretly said in his heart.

At the same time, his eyes also looked at the shadow on the window softly, secretly looking forward to it, wondering if my brother-in-law could make it?

"Xiaodie, come in and study ink."

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the room.

Xiaodie agreed. Just as she was about to run in, Qin Weimo suddenly felt an urge in her heart and summoned the courage to say, "Brother-in-law, Weimo can help you research ink, can you?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the maids and nuns behind them changed.

Even Su Qingwan, who was in front of her, turned her head and looked at her in astonishment.

This kind of thing is not something that Miss Qianjin can do.

What's more, the young man in the room was married, and she was her brother-in-law. How could she take the initiative to study ink?
Facing the eyes of everyone, Qin Weimo's cheeks suddenly flushed, but when he saw the words, he was overwhelmed with water, and he really had an impulse in his heart. He wanted to be the first to see brother-in-law write a poem, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, Wei Mo wants to see you write poetry."

Luo Qingzhou in the room was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "I don't dare to bother Second Miss, just have Xiaodie help me."

The maids and nuns in the courtyard also persuaded in unison.

"Miss, no!"

"Miss, how can you help my uncle study ink? This is what the servants do."

Although Qin Weimo was weak and sickly since childhood, he was quite stubborn. Since he decided to go in to study ink, he didn't hesitate any longer, broke free from Pearl and Qiuer's hands, and walked into the room.

The two little maids were startled and frightened, but they didn't dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported her again, and looked at the old ladies behind them for help.

Those old mamas looked serious, and just as they were about to step forward to persuade, Qin Weimo turned her head, a pleading appeared on her pale pale cheeks, and said softly, "Mother, just let Weimo be self-willed once, anyway, Weimo It's also time... Wei Mo is in, and my heart will be happy..."

After these words, with such a pitiful expression, who can stand it?
Those old aunts who were about to persuade them suddenly turned red when they thought of her illness, and couldn't bear to stop them any longer.

One of the eldest maids immediately said with a trembling voice: "Miss, go in, whoever dares to speak out about tonight's affairs, who dares to chew their tongues, the slaves will never forgive her! If the madam is to blame, the slaves will bear it alone. ."

Qin Weimo said gratefully, "Thank you, Mommy."

Seeing the young lady like this, Pearl and Qiu'er felt uncomfortable, they dared not persuade them, they carefully supported her and walked in.

Xiaodie hurriedly opened the door and led the way.

Luo Qingzhou listened in the room, secretly regretting that he was soft-hearted, should not have gotten up, and should not have promised the girl Su outside to help her write poetry.

If you really let Miss Qin's noble little hand study ink for him, not to mention how the mother-in-law would ruthlessly fuck him when she found out, even Bailing Xiachan and the others would want him to look good when they found out.

But he just heard the pitiful words of Miss Qin, and he didn't know how to refuse.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, what Wei Mo does is naturally borne by Wei Mo, and brother-in-law just writes."

With the help of two maids, Qin Weimo entered the house, bowed to him, and said softly.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, his face full of confusion: "Second miss, this is really inappropriate, if the madam and the eldest miss know..."

"Brother-in-law, Wei Mo will take the initiative to explain to them. If they punish her brother-in-law, Wei Mo will punish her brother-in-law."

Qin Weimo said softly.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him, puzzled: "Why does Second Miss do this?"

Qin Weimo was silent for a while: "I don't know, it's just tonight... I suddenly want to watch my brother-in-law write."

The room fell silent.

No one spoke any more, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

The old lady at the door had red eyes and couldn't help but said, "Uncle, since Miss likes it, let her go. It's rare for Miss to go out once, and it's rare to be happy again. Even if it's a bit unreasonable, we should try our best to make it happen. It depends on her. Madam, the old man will explain it himself."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then glanced at the pale and sickly girl in front of him, sighed secretly, no longer hesitated, and walked to the desk and sat down.

A soft smile appeared on Qin Weimo's face, she walked over, stretched out Yubai's plain hand, and gently picked up the ink stick.

Xiaodie hurriedly came over and added some water to the inkstone.

Qin Weimo studied the ink lightly and said softly, "Brother-in-law, in fact, Wei Mo is often alone in the room and researches ink by himself. Wei Mo thinks that this can help you meditate and calm your mind... Wei Mo likes to smell the fragrance of ink. ."

Luo Qingzhou sat at the table, holding a pen, looking at her slender white wrists and small hands, silent.

"Brother-in-law..."

Qin Weimo reminded softly.

Luo Qingzhou woke up, spread out the rice paper, stretched out his pen and dipped it in ink, pondered for a while, and wrote down on the paper.

There are oil lamps on the table.

Xiaodie lit another one, held it in her hand, and stood on the other side.

Qin Weimo rubbed the ink lightly, while looking at the beautiful small characters that the ink fell on the rice paper.

The first is a poem, "Xuemei".

"Mei Xue contends for the spring but refuses to come down, and the saucy people put aside the writing fee to comment.

Seeing the last two sentences, the ink stick in Qin Weimo's hand trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou took away the rice paper with the ink on it, spread out the second sheet, stretched out the pen and dipped it in the ink.

Qin Weimo gradually stopped to study the ink, and his eyes were fixed on the tip of the pen that spit ink softly and the words it drew. He was supposed to hold his breath, but his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Luo Qingzhou completed it in one go, and the ink became a chapter.

After writing the last word, he put down the pen, picked up the rice paper and blew it, then handed it to Xiaodie beside him.

Xiaodie put down the lamp, took it carefully, and took it out.

Qin Weimo was still standing by the table, still holding the piece of ink stone in his hand, his eyes were dazed, his expression dazed, and he muttered in his mouth: "It's broken into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains..."

"Miss……"

Pearl beside her shouted softly.

Qin Weimo came to his senses, looking at the young man who stood up from the table with his tender eyes under the light, just as he was about to speak, Su Qingwan's surprised voice suddenly came from outside the window: "Good poetry! Good words! Good one! No intention to struggle for spring, Ren Qunfang is jealous!"

Immediately, he said excitedly: "Young Master Luo, I've been disturbing you tonight. Qingwan will thank you again in a few days. Qingwan went to her aunt and showed them these two poems by the way, so that they would not be suspicious of slandering the son. The talent of the son is really true. Unparalleled in the world, Qing Wan worships!"

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he quickly opened the window and said, "Miss Su, didn't you just say you wouldn't tell others about tonight's events?"

Su Qingwan had already held the poem and ran to the gate of the small courtyard excitedly. Hearing this, she turned her head and laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo, I will tell my aunt and the others, don't tell anyone else, you can rest assured."

After speaking, he ran out the door and disappeared into the night.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The courtyard suddenly became quiet.

The house was equally silent.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze from the window and looked at the girl in the room. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door of the small courtyard: "Uncle, are you awake? Why did I hear you making noise here?"

Under the moonlight, Bailing in a pink dress walked in from the gate of the small courtyard with a puzzled face.

(End of this chapter)