The atmosphere seemed to relax a bit.
Although Nangong Meijiao did not directly praise the poem, this sentence clearly showed that the poem was very good.
Being able to receive praise from the arrogant princess from Kyoto, Song Ruyue naturally gained face.
The anger that I originally wanted to vent was no longer easy to vent.
She could only snort coldly, look sideways at the young man who was standing in the hall and said: "It's just a matter of fact. If you say you can't do it, isn't it done? It's okay to be humble in front of outsiders, but in front of your own people. , is there any need to be so hypocritical?"
Qin Weimo defended weakly from the side: "Mother, my brother-in-law may not have thought about it just now..."
Song Ruyue raised her eyebrows and glared at him again: "You are the only one who talks a lot! If I say something to him and you say something to me, am I my mother or is he my mother?"
Qin Weimo lowered his head.
Song Ruyue stood up, looked at the young man in the hall with a cold face and said: "You paint with ink and write poems. Go now. If you can think of better poems, you can write more. This time the eldest princess is here In Mocheng, other families are vying to give you things. If you earn face for my Qin family, I will not be stingy. I will give you whatever you want."
After saying that, he flashed his eyes again, looked at him coldly and said: "If you have made meritorious deeds, you can make up for any wrongdoings you commit in the house in the future! Do you understand?"
Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, he cupped his hands and lowered his head and said, "Yes."
Song Ruyue waved her hand and said: "Go to the study with Wei Mo and think carefully about what other works you can produce. Don't go anywhere today, just think carefully for me in the study. Do you understand me?"
Luo Qingzhou was startled for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Qin Weimo stood up, walked to the study, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, come in quickly..."
Song Ruyue looked at him coldly with a straight face.
Luo Qingzhou did not dare to say anything more. He followed Miss Qin to the door of the study. After hesitating for a moment, he took off his shoes and walked in.
Song Ruyue looked at the pair of shoes at the door, and the corners of her eyes twitched.
Nangong Meijiao also stood up and said: "Unfortunately, no one understands military affairs and war. The eldest princess has loved reading military books and various books about war since she was a child. Many war strategies are learned from books. If someone If you present a book like that, the eldest princess will be so excited that she won’t be able to sleep until she reads it.”
Song Ruyue looked back at the study and said, "Meijiao, how about we go to the bookstore outside?"
Nangong Meijiao shook her head: "The eldest princess read Dayan's military book before she was twelve years old, so there is no need to waste time. Just give me something casually, there is no need for my aunt to be too harsh."
"Why……"
Song Ruyue sighed: "Let's go and see Chuan'er. Didn't you just say you wanted to see him practice martial arts?"
The two walked out of the living room while talking.
Surrounded by the maids and nannies, he walked down the corridor.
When she walked into the yard, Song Ruyue looked back at the closed window of the study and frowned slightly.
Nangong Meijiao suddenly asked: "Aunt, brother-in-law and sister-in-law live in the same room, alone and alone, aren't you worried?"
Song Ruyue's eyes narrowed and she sneered: "What's there to worry about? I'm sorry that kid doesn't dare to do anything outrageous."
Nangong Meijiao glanced at her and said with a smile: "When he didn't come, aunt and Wei Mo sang and praised each other. As soon as he came, aunt became cold-faced and yelled and cursed. Aunt, are you really treating him like this? Do you consider yourself a member of your own family?"
Song Ruyue sneered and said: "What kind of family member is he worthy of being married into a wife? I praised him because I followed Wei Mo and didn't want to make Wei Mo unhappy; I scolded him because I was afraid that he would get carried away and not know what was good or bad!"
Nangong Meijiao smiled and said, "But Wei Mo's study is connected with the sleeping room. As far as I know, even my uncle has never gone in, right?"
Song Ruyue said no more.
Nangong Meijiao didn't ask any more questions and could only say softly: "It can be seen that as soon as he came, Weimo's eyes lit up. When Weimo talked to me before, he was still coughing. As soon as he came, Just a little bit of ink will be fine. Auntie, I think I know what you mean."
Song Ruyue stopped outside the door, looking at the snowflakes in the distance. After a long silence, Fang whispered: "The doctor said, that girl...may not survive this winter..."
Nangong Meijiao fell silent after hearing this.
In the study.
Cigarettes curled up and filled with heat.
The fragile girl in a plain white dress took off her thick snow-white fox fur and sat down in front of the desk.
Luo Qingzhou stood beside him, picked up the ink block, and slowly studied the ink in the inkstone. He looked at the elegant and slightly pale girl in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the embarrassing incident last night.
Qin Weimo unfolded a roll of snow-white rice paper, looked up at him and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, the ink you grind must also be talented. If I draw with ink, I will definitely draw better than before."
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Second Miss can also joke."
Qin Weimo's eyes curled up: "When I'm with my brother-in-law, I always feel relaxed. I can't be depressed as much as I want."
Luo Qingzhou's smile faded slightly, he avoided her gaze, lowered his head and studied the ink and said, "What painting are you planning to draw, Miss Second?"
Qin Weimo looked at him a few more times, then withdrew his gaze, thought for a while and said, "It should be more consistent with the poem my brother-in-law just made."
"That's right, brother-in-law."
She raised her head and said, "Do you have any other poems?"
Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, she smiled and said: "Brother-in-law, have you noticed that my mother actually knows you better than Wei Mo? Every time my mother forces her brother-in-law to compose poems, Wei Mo is always worried and nervous for her brother-in-law. I want to persuade my mother to spare my brother-in-law, but every time my brother-in-law can do it all at once, and each song is better than the other. Now that I think about it, my mother really knows my brother-in-law very well, right?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment and whispered: "Could she just be innocent and deliberately want to find trouble and teach me a lesson?"
Qin Weimo covered her mouth and smiled softly, and said: "That's true, but brother-in-law needs to know that my mother is always praising and showing off my brother-in-law when he is not around or in front of Aunt Zhang and others."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment.
For some reason, it reminds me of the family of that era.
Parents are dissatisfied with their children at home. When their children are around, they say all kinds of things about them in front of others; but when their children are not around, they defend and show off their children in front of others.
In this way, does the mother-in-law really regard him as one of her own?
Qin Weimo glanced at him and hesitated: "Brother-in-law, actually last night..."
Luo Qingzhou studied the ink, looked at her and said, "What's wrong?"
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. Brother-in-law, can Weimo do what my mother did and force my brother-in-law to write good poems?"
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing: "The second young lady is not as intimidating as the madam, I won't be afraid."
Qin Weimo blinked and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, aren't you afraid? Then tomorrow Weimo will go and tell his mother that his brother-in-law stayed away last night and slept at Weimo's place, and... he slept in the same room as Weimo. Quilted."
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"Second Miss, I suddenly thought of another poem, which was written specifically for the general. It must be more suitable for the eldest princess. If the second miss draws another heroic portrait of the eldest princess holding a sword and wearing armor in the military camp, it should be good."
Qin Weimo pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law really wants to force me."
As he said that, Su took the pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said: "Brother-in-law, read it and write it with a little ink. Write the poem first to see the momentum and atmosphere."
Luo Qingzhou nodded, pondered for a while, studied ink, and read: "The general opens the gate, and Geng Jie stands in the wind. The generals want to talk, but they patrol around and dare not enter. The sword energy shoots into the sky, and the sound of drums shakes the earth. The yellow dust When the road is blocked, the horsemen are chasing the soldiers. The bows are bent and the arrows are flying like rain. They are surrounded for a hundred miles and five thousand beheaded. The horses bleed to death, and the barbarians hold their saddles and weep. In ancient times, armored soldiers were raised, and they were often attacked in case of trouble. . Take advantage of my luck in the temple and sit on the envoys to fight in war. When you return to the capital after presenting your honor, how can your military appearance be so good?"
He read one sentence, paused, and after the girl finished writing, he continued to read the next sentence.
Guji
After the whole poem was read, the rice paper was already filled with beautiful and graceful small characters.
Qin Weimo put down the pen, lowered his head and read it again carefully. Fang raised his head, looked at him with complicated eyes and said: "Brother-in-law, this poem cannot be given to the eldest princess."
Luo Qingzhou asked in confusion: "Why? Is there something wrong in the writing?"
Qin Weimo suddenly smiled and said: "It's not that there's anything wrong, it's just that the writing is so good. If the eldest princess sees it, she will take her brother-in-law to the military camp as a staff member. In that case, Weimo will see her brother-in-law."
Luo Qingzhou smiled when he heard this, ignored her last sentence and said, "There is also a song called "Joining the Army". Would you like the second lady to write it down?"
Qin Weimo quickly dipped his pen in ink and said, "Yes."
Then he smiled and said: "This time I don't have to use Wei Mo, my brother-in-law will do it, it's rare."
Luo Qingzhou smiled and said: "The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart. Yazhang said goodbye to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled the Dragon City. The snow withered flag paintings, and the wind was full of drums. I would rather be a centurion than a commander. A scholar."
After Qin Weimo finished writing, he murmured: "It is better to be a centurion than a scholar..."
After reading, she frowned, looked up at him and said, "If my brother-in-law really joins the army, he will never come back, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "It's just a poem. Are these enough?"
Qin Weimo looked at him with a faint look: "If Weimo says enough, my brother-in-law will say it's getting late and it's time to go back to study, right?"
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
He was indeed prepared to say so.
"It's not enough, Wei Mo wants more."
The girl's tone sounded like coquettishness: "Besides, my mother just said that my brother-in-law should stay here today and not go anywhere."
Luo Qingzhou said: "I wanted to ask just now. It's already afternoon and it's going to be evening soon. When is she going to let me leave?"
Qin Weimo lowered his head, pretending not to hear what he said, did not answer, and replaced it with a piece of clean rice paper.
Luo Qingzhou continued to study ink.
The room fell silent.
After a while.
Qin Wei Mo Fang said softly: "Brother-in-law, let me draw a picture first. If you are tired from standing, just go and rest on the couch. Wei Mo will call you later when he needs you, okay? If you stand here , Wei Mo is a little embarrassed to draw."
Luo Qingzhou saw that it was still early, and thought that if he left now, the mother-in-law would probably scold him again if he left now, so he could only nodded.
"Brother-in-law, there are books on the couch. They are the books you usually read. You can read them when you are bored."
Qin Weimo said softly.
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he glanced at her and remembered that she said last time that she was reading these books and would give him a test after the New Year. Not only did Luo Qingzhou feel warm in his heart, he walked over.
When he came to the beauty's bed, he hesitated.
The mother-in-law was lying here last night. If she knew that he had sat on it, would she have buried him on the spot?
Anyway, I’ve already sat there.
Luo Qingzhou didn't think any more, sat on it, picked up a few books from the side, leaned on the couch, and read at random.
The room was warm and quiet.
There is only the occasional sound of writing and ink, and the sound of turning books.
Luo Qingzhou was lying on the couch, and after a while he fell asleep and closed his eyes.
After a while.
Qin Weimo turned to look at him, looked at him for a while, slowly stood up, walked to the front of the cave, picked up the fleece blanket from inside, and gently covered him.
Then he stood there with soft brows and gleaming eyes, looking at him quietly.
I do not know how long it has been.
She suddenly bit her pink lips, walked closer, slowly lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling, and came close to his sleeping cheek.
And her fair cheeks were quietly stained with two blushes.
At this moment, the sleeping body suddenly trembled and said: "Senior..."
The girl hurriedly backed away, with a shy look of panic on her face. She stared into his eyes carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't wake up.
But all the courage I had just mustered up has been used up.
She blushed and sighed inaudibly. Fang turned around, returned to the table, sat down, and picked up the pen again, but her mind could no longer calm down.
"Senior, why are you here?"
Luo Qingzhou was sleeping soundly when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in his dream.
The figure's whole body was emitting moon-white light, and it was suspended in the void looking at him. A strand of hair flew out from the halo, and the figure's clothes were fluttering, like a god.
Luo Qingzhou thought it was just a dream at first.
But it soon dawned on him.
This was not a simple dream, but the senior soul came into his dream to find him.
The moon-white figure stood there, looking at him quietly without speaking.
Luo Qingzhou felt that her aura was colder and colder than before, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and asked again: "Senior, do you have anything to talk to me about?"
After a long time, the moon-white figure said in an ethereal voice: "At midnight tonight, go to Yuanyang Tower and wait for me."
After saying that, the moon-white figure suddenly dispersed like moonlight and disappeared.
Luo Qingzhou's body lying on the beauty's couch suddenly trembled. When he opened his eyes, the moon-white blurry figure still appeared in his mind.
After a while.
He Fang gradually woke up.
"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?"
Qin Weimo stood up from the table, walked to the front, and looked at him with concern.
Luo Qingzhou put down the book in his hand and said in a daze: "It's okay."
He lowered his head and saw the fleece blanket covering his body. He was startled and looked at the girl in front of him.
There were still two alluring blushes on the girl's pretty face.
