The cruise ship docked.
The sky is full of sunset, and the flowers in the river are like fire.
At the ferry crossing where the setting sun was setting, a fragile girl in a plain white dress stood conspicuously at the front under the protection of everyone.
A young man in Confucian robes got off the boat and walked straight towards her.
The two people looked at each other and seemed to have a thousand words to say.
But at this moment, I couldn't say a word.
The girl seemed to want to run towards him, but she held back after seeing the figure behind him.
She stood there, being supported by the maid, her face pale and bloodless, but her eyes were as bright as stars.
"Second Miss."
The young man stopped in front of her.
"Brother-in-law..."
She murmured softly, her eyes as tender as water.
The two stared at each other lovingly, and when they were about to hold each other's hands, a young woman suddenly came out from behind the young man and reminded him: "You can't call me brother-in-law anymore."
The girl was startled and looked at the snow-white figure not far behind the boy. She was silent for a moment and said softly: "Brother Qingzhou."
In the end, she didn't stretch out her hand and put it on his palm, nor did she throw herself into his arms and give him the most passionate kiss like she had thought about countless times before.
"Let's go, I'm tired."
Seeing that the two of them were still standing stupidly, Song Ruyue was afraid that the two of them could not help but do something unethical, and she was also afraid that the eldest daughter behind her would be embarrassed by seeing them, so she quickly urged them to leave.
Qin Wenzheng also said: "Let's go. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get back."
Just as the group was about to leave, an anxious and delicate voice suddenly came from the boat: "Master Luo, wait a moment!"
A girl in a light blue dress ran out of the cabin with a piece of rice paper in her hand and an anxious look on her face. She only wore stockings on her feet and didn't even have time to put on shoes. She gasped and said: " Mr. Luo, can Hua Yue say a few words to you?"
"Painting the moon?"
"The courtesan of Tianxiang Pavilion in Kyoto, the girl who paints the moon?"
People who were disembarking or picking up people at the ferry had expressions of surprise and excitement on their faces, and they all looked over.
There are big stars in every era, and in Kyoto, this girl with the painted moon is one.
Even among women who have not yet left the government, many regard her as their idol.
In this era, not only the women in brothels were prostitutes, but they also supported many popular entertainers.
Those who can be selected as courtesans are all extremely talented and charming.
In addition to having high attainments in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Huayue can also dance and act on stage, and has performed at many royal banquets.
Even in the aristocratic circle, he is very popular.
At this time, the cruise ship suddenly appeared on the ferry, which naturally attracted the attention and excitement of many people.
Tang Yan'er and Bai Yulou, who were talking at the railing outside the cabin, heard the sound and quickly looked over.
Huayue held up her skirt and held a piece of rice paper in her hand. She was not wearing shoes. She looked anxiously at the crowd on the ferry. She seemed to want to chase her from the pedal, but was held back by two maids behind her. .
There were too many people on the ferry, and they didn't dare let her get on.
After hearing her call, Mr. Luo just looked back and left quickly, with no intention of stopping.
Huayue stood at the step ashore, staring blankly at the figure walking away quickly, as if she was wondering if the voice she just shouted was too low, and the other party might not have heard it.
Tang Yan'er hurriedly walked over and asked, "Hua Yue, what's wrong?"
Hua Yue came back to her senses, quickly grabbed her hand and asked, "That Mr. Luo, did you leave his address?"
Tang Yaner was stunned and said: "Which Mr. Luo?"
Then he reacted: "Oh, are you talking about Mr. Luo from the Qin family in Mocheng? Oh no, I forgot. I was just talking to Mr. Bai."
Huayue was stunned for a moment.
Bai Yulou quickly came up and cupped his hands and said: "Girl Hua Yue, this is Bai Yulou from Jiangnan. I have admired you for a long time. I wrote down the poem last night..."
"Mr. Bai, I'm going back to put on my shoes first."
Huayue was not in the mood to listen to what he continued, lowered her head slightly, turned around and entered the cabin.
The expression on Bai Yulou's face froze. After being stunned for a while, Fang asked, "Miss Tang, who is Mr. Luo?"
Tang Yan'er's face was full of confusion and she said: "The surrogate son-in-law of the Qin family in Mocheng. It's strange, why is Hua Yue so excited all of a sudden? Mr. Bai, excuse me, I have to go in and take a look."
After saying that, he hurried into the cabin.
Bai Yulou stood alone at the railing, frowning, lost in thought.
Everyone in the Qin family got on the carriage.
There were four carriages in total.
Luo Qingzhou, Second Miss Qin, Song Ruyue, Nangong Meijiao and Zhuer Meier were sitting in the same carriage.
Miss Qin and Bai Ling took the initiative to sit in the carriage behind.
Qin Wenzheng and Qin Chuan sat in the third carriage.
In the last carriage were the maids.
Four carriages lined up front and back, heading towards the city.
Not long after driving, Qin Weimo couldn't help but ask: "Sister...brother Qingzhou, was that the girl who painted the moon just now? I often heard people talk about her in Kyoto. Why did you provoke others?"
Luo Qingzhou replied: "I didn't provoke her. I haven't even seen her or spoken to her. If you don't believe me, just ask my mother-in-law."
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and said, "I asked you to write a poem carelessly. Why do you write so well? Someone must have seen the poem you wrote."
Luo Qingzhou wanted to argue a few words, but thought about it and gave up.
Qin Weimo chuckled and said: "With my brother-in-law's talent, even if he writes a piece so-so, it will definitely be a top-notch masterpiece."
Then he asked deliberately: "Brother-in-law, I just called you to talk, why did you ignore me?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and said, "I don't know her."
Qin Weimo smiled and said: "The girl who painted the moon is famous in Kyoto. She is the oiran of Tianxiang Pavilion. Many literati in Kyoto wanted to meet her but couldn't. My brother-in-law actually refused. What a pity."
Luo Qingzhou knew that she was teasing her intentionally and remained silent.
Song Ruyue secretly remembered the name "Tianxiang Pavilion" and decided to stay away from there in the future.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Qin Weimo was about to speak when he suddenly coughed again.
Beside her, Pearl hurriedly took out a handkerchief and put it in front of her mouth.
Qin Weimo's pale cheeks flushed with blood. After breathing for a while, Fang calmed down, took away the handkerchief, and said softly: "I'm fine."
Pearl said with tears in her eyes: "Miss, but you are..."
"Jewel."
Qin Weimo glanced at her.
Pearl bit her lip and said no more, tears welling up in her eyes.
Song Ruyue said with worry on her face: "Weimo, your face looks very ugly. Have you gotten sick again recently?"
Qin Weimo smiled and said: "Mom, I'm fine, I just cough a few times now and then."
Beside her, Pearl shed tears silently.
Wherever I cough occasionally, I obviously cough up blood frequently, and it has become more and more serious recently.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly asked: "Second Miss, have you finished taking the medicine?"
The medicine he mentioned was naturally the medicine he gave me.
Qin Weimo said softly: "There are still some. I only take them when I feel really uncomfortable. The effect of that medicine is very good. Every time I take it, Weimo feels better."
At this time, Princess Nangong, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "In recent times, Wei Mo has not only been writing books and looking at the store, but also looking for a new house. He has worked too much and sometimes stayed up all night. He has fainted this month. Twice.”
As soon as these words came out, Song Ruyue's expression suddenly changed and she said in a trembling voice: "Wei Mo, fainted again? Why didn't you tell mother?"
Qin Weimo said softly: "It's okay, maybe it's just too hard. I will go to bed earlier these days."
Song Ruyue felt heavy in her heart.
She didn't know her daughter's condition, which was obviously getting worse.
Once in Mocheng, the doctor categorically said that she would not live for more than a month, but she still survived. She thought a miracle had happened and her daughter's condition might get better. But now it seems that it just delayed for some time and the disease remains the same. Still there.
No telling when it will...
Her eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs: "Wei Mo, you have to have a good rest and don't work too hard anymore. This time we moved our family here just to treat you. Don't worry, your father will definitely find a good doctor to help you." You cured it."
Nangong Meijiao said: "My father found the imperial doctor from the palace and showed it to Wei Mo. The situation is not optimistic. Aunt, the doctor may be useless. You need to find another person."
Song Ruyue said quickly: "Meijiao, do you know who you are looking for?"
Nangong Meijiao said: "I heard from the imperial doctor that there was an eminent monk in Jinchan Temple who seemed to have treated such a disease. However, that eminent monk has not come out of the temple for a long time, and even the people in the temple have not come out for a long time. I have never seen him. It is said that he has been in seclusion for decades. My father went to look for him personally last time, but unfortunately he did not see him."
Song Ruyue immediately said: "Is Jinchan Temple in Kyoto? We will look for it tomorrow. No matter what the cost, as long as there is a chance, we will never give up."
Nangong Meijiao nodded and said, "It's on Jinchan Mountain outside the city. I'll go with you tomorrow."
She sighed secretly.
In fact, there was no chance at all. The eminent monk couldn't even ask the late Emperor to come out when he was sick, let alone them.
But she always wanted to give them some hope, and also give some hope to the sickly girl next to her.
Only with hope can she have the motivation to continue living.
Song Ruyue held her daughter's cold little hand and looked at her pale face and thin body. She felt extremely distressed and said softly: "Wei Mo, don't be afraid. Mother will definitely invite that eminent monk to treat you." Sick. You will be fine. When you get better..."
She suddenly choked up and couldn't speak any more. She wiped her tears and looked at the young man next to her: "Luo Qingzhou, don't you have anything to say to Wei Mo?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, looked at the sickly girl beside him, and suddenly said: "Second Miss, shall we get married? Let the father-in-law and mother-in-law choose a good day, and we will get married. I'd better get married. From now on, the family will listen to you. I will always be with you, okay?"
Qin Weimo was stunned, and tears suddenly filled his eyes.
(End of chapter)
