The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
There were many maids and grandmas standing in the small courtyard, and there were people standing in the house, but when the lark flew in, there was silence.
Bai Ling looked at the courtyard, then looked at the house through the open window, frozen on the spot.
Everyone was embarrassed.
Including her.
At this time, my sister-in-law was actually in her brother-in-law's room, standing so close to her brother-in-law, and she even had an ink stick in her hand. She had obviously just finished grinding ink for her brother-in-law...
The maids and nuns suddenly felt guilty and blushed.
After all, the girl in front of me is none other than the eldest lady's personal maid.
And the young man in the room is the newly married husband of the eldest lady, but at this time, their young lady...
Bai Ling was also embarrassed.
If there was someone else in the room, she would have gone up to question and reprimand her, and even called Xia Chan over, but the person in the room was the second young lady...
She would rather not see it.
There was silence for a moment.
Qin Weimo put down the ink stick in his hand, lowered his head slightly to the young man in front of him, and said in a soft voice: "Brother-in-law, excuse me, you have a good rest, Weimo takes his leave..."
Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at her, and nodded.
Qin Weimo walked out with the support of Zhu'er and Qiu'er.
As soon as I left the house, I was blown by the wind and started coughing again.
The maid at the door quickly held up an umbrella to block the wind for her.
Qin Weimo slowly took away the moon-white handkerchief covering his mouth.
The handkerchief was actually stained with a touch of bright red blood.
When Qiu'er saw it next to her, her expression suddenly changed and she said in a trembling voice: "Mommy, the young lady is coughing up blood again..."
The nuns on the side suddenly panicked and hurriedly urged: "Let's go, let's help the young lady go back. Go and call Doctor Sun!"
A group of people surrounded the frail girl and hurried out of the courtyard.
When passing by Bai Ling, Qin Weimo glanced at her timidly, as if he wanted to speak, but was hurried away by the maid.
The courtyard soon became quiet.
Bai Ling frowned, withdrew his gaze from outside the door and looked into the room.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window and looked at her.
Xiaodie stood behind him, head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong and was facing his parents, feeling guilty and uneasy.
"Uncle, you are so brave."
Bai Ling looked at him from the window with a complicated expression.
Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "I have not sorry for the eldest lady, nor have I done anything to feel sorry for the second lady."
Bai Ling was silent for a moment and then said in a slower tone: "Is my uncle feeling better?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Much better, thank you Miss Bai Ling for your concern."
Bai Ling nodded slightly, turned around, and prepared to leave.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly looked back at him, her beautiful cheeks showing two shallow dimples in the moonlight, and said softly: "Uncle, you may have misunderstood, I didn't mean to blame you just now. Second Miss Whatever you like, my uncle can just follow her, and the eldest lady also means the same."
After saying that, he left the small courtyard and disappeared into the night outside the door.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window for a while, then turned around and said to Xiaodie: "When Qiu'er and Zhu'er ask about me from now on, just say that I am very busy, studying in the room, and don't want anyone to disturb me. You know Yet?"
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment and nodded: "I understand, Master."
Then he couldn't help but ask: "Master, you don't want to see the second lady again, right?"
Luo Qingzhou didn't answer. He sat down at the desk, opened the book, and looked at the ink that was gradually condensing in the inkstone and the ink block he just held in his bare hands.
After a long silence, Fang said two words: "Trouble."
Xiaodie didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she left the room and closed the door for him.
Luo Qingzhou calmed down and continued reading.
"Practitioners don't understand the Dao at first, but want to achieve it quickly. They look like a gaunt tree, their hearts are as gray as death, and their spiritual consciousness is kept inside, with an unyielding will. The yin spirit can be released by focusing on the center, which is a ghost of pure spirit, not pure yang. An immortal. Because of his one will, the ghost spirit never dissipates, so he is called a ghost immortal. Although he is called an immortal, he is actually a ghost..."
"Ghost fairy?"
Luo Qingzhou muttered this word secretly in his heart. If Yinhun has successfully cultivated, he can become an immortal without a physical body?
However, according to what is said in the book, people who become immortals like this are still ghosts after all, and it is difficult to reach the great road.
After becoming a ghost and immortal, what else can be accomplished?
He continued to look, but found another story on the next page.
The records in this book are intermittent, vague, and may be true or false. Most of them are handed down from ancient times, or they are made up based on speculations from certain stories.
Most of them are not true.
Naturally, Luo Qingzhou didn't believe it all.
He opened another book.
A lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is bright.
There was silence in the small courtyard.
Listen to the rain garden on a moonlit night.
The lakeside is still full of lanterns.
In the middle of the lake, lights were also lit on the elegant attic.
At this time, Song Ruyue had already led the ladies and maids to the attic and sat at the table at the top railing, eating melon seeds and snacks, admiring the moon, chatting, comparing and showing off.
The young women were chatting and talking about Song Ruyue's son-in-law.
"Ruyue, you are not a talkative sister. That is the bastard whom the Chengguo Mansion does not want. I heard that he may not necessarily be Naluo Yannian's son. They throw it to you like rubbish, but you should treat it like a treasure. How can you marry into the family? My son-in-law doesn’t understand the rules so much, and he doesn’t even come when you call him.”
"That's right, Ruyue, look at the son-in-law of the Zhou family. He gets up before dawn every day and stands outside Zhou Lan's courtyard with his head bowed, waiting for greetings. He goes there again every night. He does cows and horses every day, and other dirty work. He does all the hard work, he is diligent, he is sensible, and he is obedient. How about a son-in-law like yours who feeds you well all day long and stays in the room studying, you don't know what he can do."
"As for those poems you mentioned, do you think they were really written by him? I think they were prepared in advance and specially used to deceive you. They are almost the same."
"Ruyue, you don't really expect that boy to pass the exam for you when the time comes, do you? If he really has that ability, will the Chengguo Mansion be willing to let him marry you?"
Several women had just been compared with her because of their youth, beauty, skin and figure. They felt very unhappy and had no choice but to operate on this unlucky son-in-law.
When Song Ruyue listened to their sarcastic remarks, her face suddenly darkened. She lowered her head and ate melon seeds without answering.
The women pretended not to see her expression, and laughed and sarcastically said a few more words.
One woman also read those poems with a strange smile, which made several people laugh.
Song Ruyue felt ashamed and angry, and when she saw what they were talking about, she could only turn to Mei'er and shouted: "From tomorrow onwards, let that kid go to my back garden to plant flowers for me! Stay in the house and study all day. , what use can it be? Our Qin family doesn’t raise useless people!”
Meier lowered her head and agreed with worry in her heart.
When the women saw her getting angry, they looked at each other and were about to make fun of her a few more times before stopping. At this time, a maid suddenly went upstairs and reported: "Madam, Miss Qingwan is here."
One of the noble ladies said strangely: "Didn't that girl go to talk to Wei Mo? Why did she come here again?"
Not long after, Su Qingwan went upstairs out of breath, with an excited look on her face and two pieces of rice paper in her hand.
"Qingwan, why are you so happy?"
"Look at your blushing face. Did you run up here? Did you compose a new poem?"
"Hey, our talented girl from Mo City has a new work coming out. I guess it will make those talented people feel ashamed again tomorrow."
Several noble ladies saw the rice paper in her hand and started teasing her with a smile.
Su Qingwan stood in front of several ladies and breathed for a while. Fang handed the rice paper in her hand to one of the women. Her face was full of excitement and she gasped: "Aunt... Aunt, look... …”
The noble lady was born into a scholarly family and had been studying since she was a child. She was quite talented. She took the rice paper with a smile and read the first page first.
The first piece of paper is written with a seven-character quatrain.
She thought it was her niece who made it, so she read it out with a smile: "The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, 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."
When she read the last sentence, the smile on her face froze.
After hearing this, the other ladies were stunned. One of them immediately grabbed it and said, "Let me take a look."
Then, he couldn't help but read it again.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"Meixu is as white as the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms... This sentence is really exquisite! Qingwan, you are indeed my first talented girl in Mocheng, and you deserve the title!"
The other ladies all tutted in praise.
Su Qingwan's aunt smiled brightly, with a touch of pride on her face. She looked at Song Ruyue next to her and said with a smile: "Ruyue, my Qingwan's poems are better than those of your son-in-law..."
"Aunt! I didn't do this!"
Before she could finish speaking, Su Qingwan immediately gasped: "Yes...it was written by Mr. Luo! These two poems were just written by Mr. Luo..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
"Master Luo? Who is Master Luo?"
her aunt asked in surprise.
At this time, after Song Ruyue was stunned for a few seconds, her heart suddenly shook and she became excited, and her beautiful face turned crimson with excitement.
Sure enough, the next second, she heard a familiar name!
"Luo Qingzhou, Wei Mo's brother-in-law, is the father-in-law Mr. Luo you just discussed."
Su Qingwan took a cup of tea from the table, drank a few sips and then said.
There was sudden silence in the attic.
Song Ruyue's face was flushed with excitement at this time, with a bright and exaggerated smile on her face, and she quickly said: "Next song! Isn't there another word? Read it quickly, read it quickly!"
The woman woke up, looked at the rice paper in her hand, scanned it first, then her face suddenly changed, her pupils shone, and her eyes were fixed on the following sentences.
"Xiangmei, read it quickly!"
A lady next to me urged.
The woman took a deep breath, her eyes were complicated, and she slowly read out: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post, I was lonely and without an owner. It was already dusk and I was sad alone, with more wind and rain. I had no intention of struggling for spring, and I was jealous of all the flowers. . It fell into pieces and turned into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same..."
The whole attic gradually became silent.
All you can hear is Su Qingwan's still somewhat rapid breathing...
