Chapter 104

"Wei Mo."

Several girls asked Qin Weimo to sit down and started talking to her.

At the same time, he glanced at the young man parked not far away from time to time, secretly wondering why he didn't come over.

Judging from his clothes and temperament, he should be a scholar, not a servant.

One of the girls in a blue dress knew Luo Qingzhou and whispered: "Weimo, your brother-in-law looks so shy, don't you dare to come over?"

This girl in blue skirt is Song Zixi who invited Luo Qingzhou to Jubao Pavilion a few days ago.

"Brother-in-law?"

"That young master is Wei Mo's brother-in-law?"

"Zixi, is he the Mr. Luo you mentioned?"

When the other girls heard this, their faces showed a hint of surprise, and at the same time, they felt secretly regretful.

It turns out that they were married a long time ago, and they were married.

Song Zixi nodded, stood up and took the initiative to greet Luo Qingzhou: "Master Luo, my sisters and I were talking about you just now. You said that the white snow is too late for spring, so you fly through the trees in the garden, and everyone praises you. I can’t help it.”

The girls all nodded reservedly as a greeting.

Luo Qingzhou bowed his hands politely. Seeing that the seat next to him was empty, he asked the maid who was placing snacks next to him, "Can I sit here?"

The maid nodded when she heard this and said, "Master, please excuse me. There is no room for guests to sit here."

Luo Qingzhou thanked him and sat down next to him.

It was too abrupt to stand there all the time.

There were only women there, and there were no seats left, so it was inconvenient for him to go there.

Qin Weimo saw him sitting there, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but held back.

The other girls laughed and chatted again.

Meng Yulan spoke to several girls and asked them to take care of Wei Mo, then came to Luo Qingzhou and said with a smile: "Master Luo, if you need anything, just ask the maid. I have to go down to receive guests. I’ll excuse you now.”

Luo Qingzhou stood up and said, "Miss Meng, just go and do your work."

Meng Yulan smiled, glanced at him one more time, and left quickly. The short sword between Yue Yao was swinging back and forth, which was particularly eye-catching.

Luo Qingzhou sat down and couldn't help but think of the explanation in the book.

Today's martial artists, most of the martial arts they practice are fist and kick skills.

Those who practice weapons are in the minority.

Because weapons are too expensive.

Warriors can certainly afford ordinary weapons.

But the weapons used by warriors cannot be ordinary weapons.

Those who can fight with warriors are naturally warriors and powerful monsters. Ordinary weapons cannot cause any harm to the opponent at all, but they will be restrained in their hands.

As he is now in the stage of muscle training, it will be difficult to inflict serious damage on him with an ordinary kitchen knife or sword. On the contrary, it will delay the best opportunity to attack.

If it were a more powerful warrior, those ordinary swords would be even more powerless.

As for the monsters, they have thick skin and rough flesh, and are difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords.

Therefore, if a warrior wants to cultivate weapons, they can only use weapons that are specially refined with special materials and have runes engraved by the master of the weapon to be useful.

However, those weapons are extremely expensive.

Ordinary warriors don't even think about it.

Therefore, it is still practical to practice boxing and kicking skills honestly.

Moreover, when fists and kicks are practiced to the extreme, they become extremely powerful weapons in themselves, and they are more sensitive and explosive than external weapons.

The young lady of the Meng family was wearing the short sword in her arms just now. I wonder if she specializes in weapons, uses it for decoration, or uses it as an auxiliary in battle.

Luo Qingzhou sat alone in front of the window, looking at the lights and tourists on the river bank, thinking about these cultivation matters in his mind.

Downstairs, the performance seemed to have begun.

Many people cheered and applauded one after another below.

The girls in the corner were still chatting as if no one was watching.

Just when Luo Qingzhou was about to read back the techniques of muscle training in his mind, a gust of fragrant wind suddenly came from beside him.

Song Zixi, who was wearing a blue dress and had a graceful figure, walked over with a smile and said, "Mr. Luo, you look so lonely sitting here alone. Can I sit down and talk to you?"

Of course, Luo Qingzhou had no reason to refuse. He nodded and turned to look at that building.

Qin Weimo happened to look over, with an apologetic and helpless expression in his eyes, as if to say: Brother-in-law, it's not that Weimo can't come to accompany you, and you can't leave...

"Master Luo, what are you reading at home recently? Are there any interesting books that you can introduce to me?"

Song Zixi sat down opposite and took the initiative to speak.

Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "They are all exam preparation books, the Four Books and Five Classics, Dayan Culture, etc. I guess Miss Song won't be interested either."

Song Zixi smiled when he heard this, with light flowing in his eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Luo, I recently heard that a story called "The Romance of the West Chamber" has been spread, and it is passed down by word of mouth among the rich ladies, and they are full of praise. Listen. It is said that the original version came from the Qin Mansion. Does Mr. Luo know who wrote it?"

Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "I've never heard of it."

It was probably his mother-in-law who showed it off.

Song Zixi smiled, and did not ask any more questions, saying: "Master Luo, I know your talent. Later, the talented people below will compete in poetry. Master Luo, don't miss it. I believe Master Yiluo." His talent will definitely make a big splash tonight, Zixi will wait and see."

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, Zhu'er suddenly walked up quickly. She glanced at him as she passed him, then glanced at Song Zixi. Without saying anything, she walked quickly to the table of the girls and said, " Miss, the madam calls for you to come down."

Qiu'er, who was standing next to Qin Weimo, asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Zhu'er hesitated a little, but she still said: "A Mr. Tang was talking to Madam below and asked about Miss, so Madam asked her slave to call Miss to come down."

Qin Weimo was startled for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

She turned her head almost subconsciously and looked at Luo Qingzhou.

"Miss, the madam is waiting."

Pearl was a little anxious.

She was afraid that if the young lady refused to be stubborn, the madam would make a fool of herself in public. With the madam's face-saving character, she would definitely not be able to take advantage of her.

Qin Weimo didn't embarrass her. He nodded, said sorry to the other girls, and left his seat with Qiu'er's help.

When she reached Luo Qingzhou's seat, she stopped and said softly: "Brother-in-law, can you go down with me?"

There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Luo Qingzhou did not hesitate, stood up, and said goodbye to Song Zixi.

Song Zixi smiled slightly and said, "Aunt Song wants to see you for something, so you go down first. We will go down later, and the poetry competition will probably start soon."

Luo Qingzhou followed the worried second lady and slowly went downstairs.

Downstairs, there are artists invited from the brothel playing the piano.

Covered lightly by tulle, the figure playing the piano is looming behind the curtain, seeming to give people a sense of mystery and entice people to find out.

Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin to a seat by the window on the right.

Song Ruyue was sitting there alone, and a young man wearing a Confucian shirt stood in front of the table, holding a folding fan, bowing his head slightly, and talking to her politely.

The young man was of average height, fairly handsome, and had a good temperament. He had a comfortable smile on his face, spoke softly, and looked gentle.

Song Ruyue looked at him from time to time while talking to him.

"Mother."

With the support of Qiu'er, Qin Weimo walked over slowly and shouted softly.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned sideways and looked at her. His eyes suddenly lit up. He tightened his fingers slightly on the folding fan. He still maintained a polite smile on his face and quickly looked towards the ground.

Song Ruyue said: "Wei Mo, this is Mr. Tang."

Then he said to the young man: "Jia Song, this is my daughter Wei Mo. She knows a little bit about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she has a quiet temperament and likes to stay indoors and is unwilling to come out to interact with others."

Tang Jiasong immediately lowered his head and cupped his hands and said: "Miss Qin, I have heard of her name for a long time and I have admired you for a long time. I must read those few poems of Miss Qin every day. She is really a woman who cannot be compared to other men. She is no worse than those men." .

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

At this time, Wuyi, the leading brothel host, walked onto the stage and announced the start of tonight's poetry competition with a smile.

The talented literary ladies gathered in the audience were all working hard.

Song Ruyue said: "Come and sit down and look at Jia Song's poems later."

Tang Jiasong smiled quickly and said, "Don't let Miss Qin laugh at you. I am very talented and have little knowledge. I can't compete with those talented people. I will just join in the fun later."

Qin Weimo nodded politely to him, and with Qiu'er's help, sat down on the soft seat next to him.

As soon as he sat down, he waved to Luo Qingzhou who was standing not far away: "Brother-in-law, come here... stand closer."

Tang Jiasong was stunned for a moment and turned to look.

Luo Qingzhou passed by him and stood next to Miss Qin Er, blocking his view of Miss Qin Er.

Tang Jiasong frowned and had no choice but to move to the side. He still maintained an elegant smile on his face and said, "This is..."

Qin Weimo said politely: "My brother-in-law."

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Tang Jiasong smiled awkwardly, and could only bow his hands to Luo Qingzhou and said, "What do you call this young master?"

Luo Qingzhou did not return the gift. He looked at the stage with a dull face and ignored him, as if he didn't hear him.

When this man saw Miss Qin Er for the first time, he thought in his heart: What a sickly little beauty! Although I heard that this young lady from the Qin family was not going to die soon, and the rush to find her husband was just to cheer her up, I didn't suffer any loss. By marrying this little beauty, the Qin family's property will naturally be at my fingertips. Even a small half of it will be enough for me to be happy. When she dies of illness...

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he stopped listening.

Is this the person like Jia Baoyu that his mother-in-law said? So blind...

Forget it, let him block it for the second young lady.

Tang Jiasong saw that he was ignoring her, and the smile on his face froze. He had to face Song Ruyue and said, "Aunt Song, this young master..."

"Don't talk yet and listen to her questions."

Song Ruyue looked at the oiran on the stage intently and waved her hand to interrupt him.

Tang Jiasong smiled stiffly and had no choice but to look at the stage, and then walked a few steps forward, listening carefully, while his eyes were fixed on the graceful and sexy body on the stage.

At this time, the oiran named Wuyi said the title of the first poem.

"After discussions with several seniors, the title of this first competition was "Plum". I think many guests know why this title was chosen. Some time ago, a masterpiece with the title of Plum was circulated... Lingluo Turned into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains..."

"Almost everyone was full of praise for this poem, but there were also many talented people who were not convinced, so within a few days, various new works were produced..."

"Of course, I don't mean that your works must be compared with this poem. Everyone should do their best. There is no limit to poems..."

When the graceful and beautiful oiran was speaking on the stage, Qin Weimo turned his head and looked at the young man beside him.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou was also looking at the oiran above.

"Brother-in-law, do you look good?"

The girl suddenly asked in a low voice.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the stage, looked at her and said, "The second young lady means..."

Qin Weimo pursed her lips and said, "Is the stage... nice?"

Luo Qingzhou was startled and nodded.

Qin Wei's dark eyebrows moved and she said, "What about the beauty on the stage?"

The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and just when he didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly looked at him coldly and said, "You'd better think carefully about your answer."

It turned out that the two of them were whispering just now, and she had been listening in.

Qin Weimo's cheeks turned slightly red.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look at his mother-in-law again and heard what she was saying in her heart: "If this brat dares to say that the brothel girl is good-looking, I want him to look good when I go back tonight!" 】

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "It doesn't look good."

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and snorted coldly: "What you say is not true. You are so beautiful and have a good figure. What's so bad about you?"

Luo Qingzhou could only whisper: "If my mother-in-law and the second young lady were not here, she would be fine."

"Um?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously, and said with a cold face: "What do you mean? Tell me clearly!"

Qin Weimo pursed her lips slightly, with a smile in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon? With the bright moon in the sky, even the brightest stars are eclipsed."

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment and muttered a few words silently. She could no longer suppress the curvature of the corners of her mouth, so she had to turn her face away, snorted coldly, and continued to look at the stage without saying anything. She quickly recited these words silently in her mind many times. Write down one sentence.

Qin Wei's beautiful eyes flashed, with a smile on her lips, she whispered: "It turns out that my brother-in-law can also coax people with sweet words."

Luo Qingzhou's face changed slightly and he quickly said: "You can't use the word sweet talk."

Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Why?"

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "It's okay, just use it."

There is actually nothing wrong with this word, but in his time, this word has become a special word between lovers. Miss Qin Er suddenly said it just now, and he was naturally startled.

At this time, many people had returned to their seats and began to consider poems with the theme of "plum".

After half a stick of incense.

Tang Jiasong, who had been thinking about it for a long time, suddenly turned around and walked back, holding his hands with a smile on his face and saying: "Miss Qin, can you make it? I just had a thought and came up with a song. There may be some flaws. I hope the second lady can help correct it. One or two."

Qin Weimo glanced at him and said politely and softly: "Weimo hasn't made a decision yet."

After hearing this, Song Ruyue turned around and said, "Has Jia Song done it yet? He is indeed very clever."

Then he said to Zhu'er next to him: "Go and get some pen and ink, and let Mr. Tang write it down. Let's take a look at it first, and then send it to the competition later."

Tang Jiasong was all smiles.

Zhuer hurriedly went to ask other maids for pens and ink.

Tang Jiasong's eyes were still looking at the weak girl in front of him, and he smiled and said: "Miss Qin, here is this poem..."

"Brother-in-law, where's yours?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Weimo suddenly looked at Luo Qingzhou beside him.

As soon as these words came out, not only Tang Jiasong was stunned and looked over, Song Ruyue also immediately pricked up her ears, but her eyes were still looking away.

Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled when he heard this and said, "Second Miss, I..."

"Brother-in-law..."

Qin Weimo shouted softly again, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth slightly pursed, and her eyes looking at him had a touch of pleading, and even a hint of coquettishness.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned and understood.

Does she not want to have any more entanglements with Mr. Tang in front of her, so she wants him to take action so that he has no chance to show off?

"Madam, here comes the pen and ink."

At this time, Pearl brought over pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Tang Jiasong tugged on his long sleeves and was about to step forward when Song Ruyue suddenly turned around and said coldly: "Luo Qingzhou, I saw Young Master Tang talking to you just now, and you dismissed it. Young Master Tang just said that he wanted to write poems." Yes, you have a sneer on your face. It seems that you look down on Mr. Tang, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face darkened.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned. Just when he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly snorted coldly: "Zhu'er, grind the ink, give the pen to this arrogant guy who looks down on Mr. Tang, and let him compose a poem." . If he can do it, no matter whether it is good or bad, I will not blame him for his rudeness; if he can't do it, hey, there is no need to get off the boat tonight."

Qin Weimo frowned and looked at the gorgeous oiran on the stage.

The courtesan will spend the night on the boat tonight, right?

There are other brothel girls, rich girls, official ladies, talented girls, noble ladies...

"Uncle, give me a pen."

Zhuer forced the pen into Luo Qingzhou's hand, then picked up the ink block and began to grind the ink in the inkstone.

Qin Weimo glanced at the ink stick in her hand, her lips moved, and the two hands on her legs also moved. She seemed to want to speak, but in the end she did not dare to speak.

Luo Qingzhou held the pen, feeling the hostility coming from Mr. Tang next to him. He glanced at Miss Qin again, tightened the pen in his hand, and did not hesitate again.

at this time.

Many talented men and women have finished their work, written vigorously, and then submitted their works.

There are also many people who are still frowning and thinking hard.

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment, raised his pen and dipped it in ink, and was about to start writing when a white hand suddenly stretched out from beside him and stopped his pen.

The ink on the pen tip fell just short of her soft, boneless little hand.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, facing those clear eyes that were rippling like water.

The girl whispered: "Brother-in-law, you read it and I will write it..."

There was a hint of doubt in Luo Qingzhou's eyes, but it only took a moment before he suddenly understood.

It's not that she heard her voice.

He didn't know why he could see through this girl's thoughts so quickly.

——He can't appear on stage tonight.

The guests tonight are too complicated.

She was thinking about him.

As for the Mr. Tang next to him, his words are unfounded.

Besides, I'm afraid this person is more reluctant to spread the word than anyone else.

Luo Qingzhou handed the pen in his hand to the small snow-white hand.

Their fingertips touched.

The girl's little hand trembled slightly, she clenched her pen and lowered her head.

"Ahem."

Song Ruyue's cold warning voice came from the side: "Are you sneaky again? Do you think I don't exist?"

"Brother-in-law, read..."

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, she held the pen and said softly.

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