On stage.
Oiran Wuyi started to liven up the atmosphere and prepared to announce the second competition.
When the mother and daughter of the Qin family were thinking about their own thoughts, Tang Jiasong walked over with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said: "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, the divination just now was really exquisite and amazing."
Song Ruyue looked at him with a smile on her face: "It's just a matter of course, so-so. It's a pity that Jia Song, you didn't bring out your poems to compete, otherwise you would definitely beat that guy named Yue Mo."
Tang Jiasong: "..."
At this time, the oiran on the stage had already announced the topic of the second competition.
"Today the bright moon is bright and clear, and it is a beautiful time. This second competition is based on the bright moon. There is no limit to the poems. It only takes one stick of incense, so you must work hard."
"The theme is the bright moon?"
When Tang Jiasong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he felt secretly happy.
He happened to come across a piece at home a few days ago, which happened to be about the bright moon. He polished it carefully for several days. It is definitely a rare masterpiece.
The opportunity has come!
A stiff smile appeared on his face, he raised his hand to Song Ruyue again, and said respectfully: "Aunt Song, I missed this first competition, and I don't want to miss this second competition again. Later. When this junior makes it, I hope Aunt Song and Miss Qin can help give me some advice."
"Again?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at him and muttered secretly in his heart.
Song Ruyue said with a smile on her face: "Okay, you can just do it here later. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready."
After saying that, he looked at someone and his smile disappeared.
Qin Weimo's eyes also looked over.
Luo Qingzhou was silent.
When Tang Jiasong saw this scene, he felt reassured. He raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hands to him: "Brother Qin, I'll finish it later. I hope you can help correct me."
Qin Weimo frowned slightly and wanted to correct his title, but hesitated and said nothing.
Luo Qingzhou didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but seeing how enthusiastic he was, he had to say: "I don't understand poetry, I'm sorry."
Tang Jiasong's mouth twitched, he smiled awkwardly, and had to retract his hand.
Qin Weimo pursed her lips slightly.
Tang Jiasong looked at her with a smile on his face and said politely: "Miss Qin, it's not convenient for me to stand and write. I'll read it later. Miss Qin can help me write it on the paper. Is it okay?"
Qin Weimo frowned and was about to decline when Song Ruyue on the side said with a smile on her face: "Jiasong, do you have a draft already?"
Tang Jiasong smiled and said, "Already."
Song Ruyue said "Oh", turned to the little maid standing next to her and said, "Zhu'er, come here and study the ink. He will read it and let Wei Mo write it."
Pearl agreed, walked over and picked up the ink stick.
When Tang Jiasong heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter, his Adam's apple twitched, and he hurriedly came over, preparing to read poems near Miss Qin Er.
Before the result was even close, he suddenly bumped into the arms of a figure with a "bang" sound.
Looking up, his smile froze.
Luo Qingzhou stood between him and Miss Qin, but his eyes were looking at the stage in the distance, as if he hadn't seen him.
Tang Jiasong's face darkened slightly, and when he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly shouted coldly: "How dare you look at it! If you look at it again, your eyes will be gouged out! Is the woman from the brothel so beautiful? She has taken away your soul, right? I want you to come over and read it. Poetry, didn’t you hear?”
After Tang Jiasong was stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly reacted and the muscles on his face suddenly twitched.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, turned sideways, and looked at the mother-in-law.
The two looked at each other.
Song Ruyue's eyes widened: "Who do you think I'm talking about?"
Qin Weimo secretly stretched out her slender jade fingers from below, tugged on his clothes, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, read quickly..."
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
Did he say he was going to do it?
But when he lowered his head and looked at the girl's charming and pitiful pleading eyes, his heart suddenly couldn't help but soften.
Hey, I owe you...
If good deeds are done to the end, send Buddha to the West.
Luo Qingzhou sighed lightly, moved closer and lowered his head.
Seeing this, Qin Weimo lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "I really have a brother-in-law... or my mother understands my brother-in-law..."
Song Ruyue on the side frowned, feeling that there was something strangely wrong with this sentence.
She didn't think any more, and suddenly smiled at Tang Jiasong, who had a stiff face, and said, "Jiasong, please wait a moment. Let Wei Mo compose a song first. You can help guide and correct it, and then you can do it again."
A smile appeared on Tang Jiasong's face, he cupped his hands and said nothing.
"Brother-in-law, you can read now..."
Qin Weimo held a pen in his hand, lowered his thick eyelashes, and said softly.
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and decided to do something more powerful this time, so that the guy wouldn't dare to bother and show off anymore.
He lowered his head and came closer, sniffing the faint fragrance of the girl. He glanced at the girl's beautiful and reddish side face, then looked at her delicate bare hands, and whispered: "Ci Pai, Shui Tiao Ge Tou..."
The girl is ink-dropped.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
The pen in the girl's hand trembled, then she tightened it and continued writing.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
"Nung, moon and new moon."
Luo Qingzhou finished reading in one breath.
The girl shook her bare hands lightly, sketched with pen and ink, and the beautiful small characters were soon covered with the snow-white rice paper.
After writing, she suddenly couldn't help but look up at him with complex eyes, and whispered softly: "Brother-in-law... you shouldn't marry into the family..."
"Ahem!"
The sound of coughing from beside her brought her back to reality.
The girl lowered her head and looked at the pen and ink on the paper. She looked dazed for a moment and then wrote the inscription: Luo Mo.
Song Ruyue, who was peeking at the side, immediately said: "Ahem!"
The girl put away her pen, carefully picked up the rice paper on the table, and couldn't help but read it over again, with a complicated expression on her face, and murmured: "This kind of poetry, how can a mortal be able to do it..."
"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"
Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Ruyue could only remind her anxiously: "The name was written wrong."
The girl turned to look at her, with a hint of stubbornness in her soft eyes, and said softly: "Mother, Wei Mo wants to write this name for this song, is it okay?"
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, her eyes suddenly became gentle, she turned away and looked out the window: "Whatever you want."
The girl whispered: "Thank you, mother."
After finishing speaking, she glanced at the words in her hand reluctantly, hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen again, and copied it on another piece of rice paper.
Not a word changed.
Then, she picked up the second piece of rice paper, handed it to Zhu'er next to her, and said, "Zhu'er, send it up."
Zhu'er took it and was about to take it away when Tang Jiasong beside him quickly said, "Miss Qin, can I take a look?"
Only then did Qin Weimo think of him. He hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn't bear it, but he still nodded and said, "Well, Mr. Tang, please take a look."
Song Ruyue turned her head, with a look of gloating on her face.
Tang Jiasong took the rice paper from Zhuer's hand, lowered his head and looked at it intently.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
After just reading the first few sentences, his heart was shaken and his hands began to tremble.
After reading the entire poem, his hand holding the rice paper was already shaking, his face turned slightly pale, and he looked lost.
He was stunned for a moment and said nothing. He handed the rice paper to Zhu'er, bowed deeply to everyone with his hands raised, and then turned and left without saying a word.
Never came again.
Song Ruyue curled her lips with a look of disdain and boredom.
Zhu Er took the work and left.
Song Ruyue hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Wei Mo, I'm going to tell Aunt Zhang and the others that it's getting late and we should go back."
Qin Weimo glanced at her and nodded gently.
It turns out that my mother is also thinking about her brother-in-law.
As soon as the lyrics came out, it is estimated that those people backstage would come out immediately and look for the lyricist one by one. Then there would be trouble.
Song Ruyue was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at the two of them and immediately said to Luo Qingzhou with a straight face: "You come with me. If you two are left alone together, I don't know what I will do again." What an immoral thing!"
Qin Weimo's face turned red.
Luo Qingzhou was speechless and had no choice but to follow behind.
Qin Weimo looked at his back, thinking about what he just said, and was in a daze.
Qiu'er stood aside and was about to speak when a figure suddenly came over.
Song Ruyue came to the table of the ladies and was about to say goodbye when she was forced to sit there.
"Ruyue, why are you going back so early? The second competition is not over yet. My nephew also participated. Let's take a look at his later. He must be on the list."
"By the way, Ruyue, how is that Tang family scholar? How are you and Weimo doing?"
"Has Wei Mo taken a liking to him? I think he's a very talented person and treats people well. He's a good son-in-law."
Several ladies were chattering and asking questions non-stop.
Song Ruyue was perfunctory for a while, but seeing that she couldn't leave early, she had no choice but to say to Luo Qingzhou, who was standing next to her: "You go to Weimo's place first, and Qiu'er and Qiu'er take care of Weimo. I'll be there later."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and retreated.
But when he came to his seat, he suddenly found that Miss Qin Er was no longer there.
Qiu'er was still standing nearby.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and asked: "Where is the second young lady?"
Qiu'er replied: "I was just called away by Miss Song. Miss Song said she had something to say to the second young lady. I wanted to follow, but Miss Song refused and said she would take good care of the young lady."
Luo Qingzhou frowned: "Miss Song? Song Zixi?"
Qiu'er nodded.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at the crowd. He didn't see them, but he saw the girls who were upstairs just now.
When they were upstairs, Song Zixi stayed with those few people.
How could she talk to Miss Qin Er alone at this time? And also while he and his mother-in-law were away?
Even if you want to whisper, there is an empty seat in the corner of the hall.
"Qiu'er, have you seen where Miss Song took the second young lady?"
Luo Qingzhou suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart and asked quickly.
Qiu'er looked at the stairs not far away and said, "Miss Song is supporting the second young lady and seems to be going upstairs."
Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled and he said: "You wait here. If my wife comes back, leave her here and don't go anywhere."
Qiu'er was stunned, but before she could respond, Luo Qingzhou had already left in a hurry and quickly went upstairs.
As soon as I got to the second floor, I suddenly saw Song Zixi in a blue dress hurriedly walking out of the front cabin room alone.
When she saw him, Song Zixi hurriedly ran over and said with an anxious look on her face: "Master Luo! Quick, go and see Wei Mo! She just fainted suddenly in the room, she seems to be sick..."
Thanks to the leader of "Sanyu Mist" for the reward! I’ve rewarded several alliance leaders, thank you!
(End of chapter)
