Chapter 52

Luo Qingzhou returned to bed.

Xiaodie heard the sound and ran out and opened the courtyard door.

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

Qiu'er was familiar with Xiaodie, so he directly pulled her into the small courtyard and whispered: "Is my uncle awake? Miss Su came here specially and said she wanted to see my uncle."

Xiaodie looked back and said, "Sister Qiu'er, my young master has already rested."

Qiu'er poked her with her finger and whispered: "My uncle is not going tonight, and my wife is already angry. Go in and have a look. If he is feeling better, it is best to get up and see Miss Su. After all, he is an honored guest." , my young lady is also in a difficult situation."

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

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

Qin Weimo sighed slightly: "My sister is not in good health, so we don't live together."

When Su Qingwan heard this, she smiled faintly: "I'm afraid it's not because of her poor health, right? She's married into a wife, and she's a bastard with no status, so that's why she's treated like this, right?"

Then he said: "Wei Mo, I speak more directly, don't take it to heart. Since the two of them are already married, why do they need to make so many rules? What kind of couple are they if they don't live together? Your brother-in-law is so talented. , and if you study hard, you will definitely be able to stand out in the future. After all, it is not good for you to treat him like this."

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Su Qingwan glanced at her and couldn't help but sigh: "I also know that your sister is in a special situation and may not be suitable for living together. Weimo, just pretend that I didn't say this. Don't think too much about it. I know who you are. , you must feel uncomfortable. Hey, there are too many rules in this world, especially for a wealthy family like yours. If you don't follow some rules, you will be gossiped about. There is nothing you can do about it."

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

Su Qingwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked to the window, lowered her body slightly and said, "Master Luo, I'm really sorry for coming to bother you so late. It's just those poems written by the master that really made Qingwan feel unbearable. Today I happened to take advantage of my aunt's arrival in the evening, and Qingwan also came over, wanting to pay a special visit to Mr. Luo."

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

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

The reason why he didn't pretend to be asleep anymore was that he didn't want to embarrass Miss Qin Er, and he heard what Miss Su said and felt that the other person was okay and it didn't matter to say hello.

The windows are closed.

The oil lamp was on in the room, and his shadow was reflected on the window. He cupped his hands and said, "Miss Su, I don't feel well tonight, so I won't go out to meet you."

When you are under the roof, there are some rules that you have to abide by.

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

Su Qingwan apologized: "Mr. Luo is not feeling well. Qingwan is really sorry and shouldn't have come to disturb you. However, Qingwan really admires the young man's poems very much. She came here tonight to ask for advice from the young master. Since the young master I'm already awake, I guess I won't be able to sleep for a while, Qingwan is talking to the young master outside the house, hoping that he will give me some advice."

There was silence in the room and he said, "Miss Su misunderstood, those poems were not written by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the room was startled.

Su Qingwan looked surprised: "Why did Mr. Luo say this? Those poems were not written by Mr. Luo, but who wrote them?"

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

"Master Luo, can you tell Qingwan which book you read?"

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

Luo Qingzhou was silent again and said, "I forgot."

There was silence outside.

Su Qingwan smiled bitterly and said: "Why do you do this, Master? Qingwan knows that Master has a special status now and does not want to become famous prematurely. She just wants to study hard in a cold window, hide her abilities and bide her time, and wait until the day when she will take the imperial examination and become famous. Qingwan came here today with no other intention. , I just like the young master’s talent very much and want to meet him and have a few words. Qingwan can guarantee that nothing will happen tonight.”

The room fell silent.

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

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

Su Qingwan said: "A poetry meeting will be held in Yuanyanglou in a few days. The title has been announced. Qingwan thought hard and composed two poems, but she is not very satisfied. Can you help Qingwan compose one so that Qingwan can read it? There are also Idea?"

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

Su Qingwan slightly lowered her head and said, "Mr. Luo, Qingwan can promise that she will not mention this person to anyone. If you are willing to help, Qingwan will be grateful. If Qingwan is useful in the future, Qingwan will never do it." Dare to refuse."

Luo Qingzhou still said: "I'm sorry, Miss Su, I really can't write poetry, and I'm not feeling well tonight. Miss, please come back."

Su Qingwan raised her head and looked at the window and said, "Then Master, can you help Qingwan copy a song? Just copy the one from the book that Master just mentioned, is that okay?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"If the young master doesn't agree, Qingwan will stay here today with a thick face."

Su Qingwan said stubbornly.

Qin Weimo, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but persuade her softly: "Sister Su, don't make things difficult for my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law is sick today, which is indeed a bit inconvenient."

Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed her head and stood outside the window, and stopped talking.

The small courtyard fell into silence.

The maids and nannies also looked at each other, and then looked at the shadow on the window, holding their breath.

Time passed by in the stalemate.

After a while, the young man in the room sighed and compromised: "Miss Su, please tell me the topic."

Luo Qingzhou knew clearly that if a woman became stubborn, ten cows couldn't pull her back, so just copy a poem to get rid of her.

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

Su Qingwan raised her head with joy and said, "Thank you, sir. The topic is plum blossoms. There is a plum garden under the Yuanyang Building. Standing on the building, you can enjoy the first blooming plum blossoms in the garden, so this topic was chosen."

There was silence in the room for a while, and then said, "Miss Su, do you want a poem or a lyric?"

Su Qingwan was about to speak, but suddenly paused again, her eyes flashed, and she looked at the shadow on the window and said carefully, "Mr. Luo, how about... a poem or a lyric, okay?"

She thought to herself that since Mr. Luo asked this, he must be good at both poetry and lyric, but she didn't know what kind of poem he could come up with in such a short time.

"Sister Su is so greedy."

Qin Weimo, who was standing aside, said secretly in his heart.

At the same time, his eyes also looked at the shadow on the window softly, and he secretly expected in his heart, wondering if his brother-in-law could do it?

"Xiaodie, come in and grind ink."

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the room.

Xiaodie agreed and was about to run in. Qin Weimo didn't know why, but suddenly he felt an impulse in his heart and mustered up the courage to say: "Brother-in-law, can Weimo help you grind ink?"

When these words came out, the faces of the maids and nannies behind him changed.

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Even Su Qingwan in front of her turned around and looked at her in surprise.

This kind of thing is not something a rich lady can do.

What's more, the young man in the room is married into the family, and he is also her brother-in-law. She is of noble status, how can she take the initiative to grind ink?

Qin Weimo's face flushed in front of everyone's eyes, but she knew that once she said it, it was too late to take it back. She was indeed tempted to go in and see her brother-in-law write poems first, so she said softly, "Brother-in-law, Weimo wants to see you write poems."

Luo Qingzhou in the room was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I dare not trouble the second young lady, Xiaodie can help me."

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

"Miss, no!"

"Miss, how can you help the son-in-law grind ink? This is what servants do."

Although Qin Weimo was weak and sick since childhood, she was quite stubborn. Since she was determined to go in and grind ink, she did not hesitate and broke free from Zhu'er and Qiu'er's hands and walked into the house.

The two little maids were shocked and frightened, but they did not dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported her and looked at the old maids behind for help.

The old maids looked serious and were about to step forward to persuade her. Qin Weimo turned her head and a pleading expression appeared on her pale face. She said softly, "Mammy, let Weimo be willful for once. Weimo has been in a long time... Weimo will be happy when he goes in..."

Who can bear these words and this pitiful expression?

The old maids who were about to persuade her thought of her illness and their eyes suddenly turned red. They no longer had the heart to stop her.

One of the oldest maids immediately said in a trembling voice, "Miss, go in. Who dares to tell others about what happened tonight? Who dares to gossip? I will never forgive her! If the lady blames me, I will bear it alone."

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

Zhu'er and Qiu'er were upset when they saw the young lady like this. They didn't dare to persuade her anymore. They carefully helped her and walked in.

Xiaodie hurried to open the door and led the way.

Luo Qingzhou listened in the room, secretly regretting that he was soft-hearted. He shouldn't have gotten up, let alone agreed to let the Miss Su outside help her write poems.

If he really let Miss Qin's noble little hands grind ink for him, not to mention how the mother-in-law would punish him severely if she knew, even Bailing Xiachan and the others would make him look bad if they knew.

But he didn't know how to refuse after hearing Miss Qin's pitiful words just now.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry. Wei Mo will naturally bear the responsibility for what he did. Brother-in-law, just write."

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

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said with embarrassment: "Second Miss, this is really not appropriate. If the lady and the eldest lady know..."

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

Qin Weimo said softly.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him and asked in confusion: "Why did the second young lady do this?" Qin Weimo was silent for a while: "I don't know, it's just that tonight... I suddenly wanted to see my brother-in-law write."

The room fell silent.

No one spoke anymore, only each other's breathing could be heard.

The old lady at the door had red eyes and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, since the lady likes it, let her do it for once. It's rare for a lady to go out once, and it's rare to be happy. Even if it's a bit unreasonable, we should try our best to be as smooth as possible. Leave it to her, madam, and I will explain it myself."

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

Qin Weimo showed a soft smile on his face, walked over, stretched out his jade-white hands, and gently picked up the ink stick.

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

Qin Weimo gently grinded the ink and said softly: "Brother-in-law, actually Weimo is often alone in the house and grinds the ink by himself. Weimo thinks that this can calm the mind and calm the mind... Weimo likes to smell the fragrance of ink. .

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

"Brother-in-law..."

Qin Weimo reminded softly.

Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, spread out the rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the paper.

There is an oil lamp on the table.

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

Qin Weimo gently rubbed the ink while looking at the beautiful small characters outlined by the ink on the rice paper.

The first one is a poem, "Snow Plum".

"The plum blossoms and the snow are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so the poet spent money on writing and commenting. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms."

After seeing the last two sentences, the ink cube in Qin Weimo's hand trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou took away the ink-stained rice paper, spread out the second one, dipped his pen in the ink, and started writing without thinking.

Qin Weimo gradually stopped studying the ink, staring closely at the soft tip of the ink-spitting pen and the words it drew. He was about to hold his breath, but his breathing became quickened unconsciously.

Luo Qingzhou completed the work in one breath, and the ink fell into pieces.

After writing the last word, he put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, blew on it, and 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 wandering, his expression was in a trance, and he murmured: "It has turned into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same..."

"Miss……"

Zhu Er on the side shouted softly.

Qin Weimo woke up and looked at the young man who stood up from the table with her gentle and watery eyes under the light. Just as he was about to speak, Su Qingwan's surprised voice suddenly came from the window: "What a poem! What a lyric! What a poem." I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will be jealous of everyone!"

Then he said excitedly: "Master Luo, I'm sorry for bothering you tonight. Qingwan will come back to thank you in a few days. Qingwan went to find her aunt and showed them these two poems by the way, so as to save them from doubting and slandering you again. Your talent is really real." Unparalleled, Qingwan admires me!"

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

Su Qingwan had already taken the poem and ran excitedly to the door of the small courtyard. After hearing this, she turned around and laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo, I will tell my aunt and the others not to tell anyone else, so you can rest assured."

After saying that, he ran out of the door and disappeared into the night.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The small courtyard suddenly became quiet.

The room was equally silent.

Luo Qingzhou looked away 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 the commotion here?"

Under the moonlight, Bai Ling, wearing a pink dress, walked in from the door of the small courtyard with a puzzled face.

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