The courtyard was quiet for a moment.
The little maid was panting. Then she saw Qin Weimo and said quickly: "Second...Second Miss..."
Qin Weimo frowned slightly: "Brother-in-law is sick and resting in the house. He can't go out tonight."
The little maid immediately said with a bitter face: "Second Miss, but... but Madam's place..."
Qin Weimo glanced at the room from the window again, and said softly: "It's okay, I'll just go and tell my mother."
The group of people left the courtyard.
The little maid named Meier had no choice but to follow him out.
Xiaodie closed the courtyard door, walked to the window and took a look inside, then returned to her room and continued to sit on the bed and embroider.
Qin Weimo entered the Moonlit Night Tingyu Garden with the support of Zhu'er and Qiu'er.
There is a maid in front holding an umbrella to protect her from the wind, and there are a few older nuns in the back, like a traveling princess.
But the entire team was unusually quiet.
The willows by the lake are covered with bright lanterns. The evening breeze blows, the blue waves in the lake are shining, the lotus flowers are dancing, and it is so beautiful.
Qin Weimo looked at her with soft eyes, a slightly tipsy look on her elegant but picturesque cheeks.
The body wrapped in snow-white fur clothes is like a willow branch blown by the evening breeze, delicate and delicate, as fragile as the wind.
"Miss, it's windy on the lake. We'd better not get on the boat later."
Pearl, who was supporting her, persuaded worriedly.
Qiu'er on the other side also said softly: "Yes, miss, let's just walk by the lake. It's fine as long as my wife will accompany the guest."
Qin Weimo was silent for a moment and said softly: "Yes."
The two maids looked at each other, secretly surprised, why is the lady so obedient tonight?
Then the two of them thought again: Could it be that the uncle is not feeling well, so the lady is not in the mood?
Not long after.
There was a sudden burst of laughter at the round door with a lantern hanging on it.
Immediately, a group of maids and servants, surrounded by several graceful ladies, entered the garden talking and laughing.
As the host, Song Ruyue naturally walked in the middle.
There was a charming and charming smile on that beautiful young face, but it looked fake.
The young women beside her also had bright smiles on their faces, but the words they spoke were full of guns and sticks.
The seemingly harmonious and joyful atmosphere was actually mixed with the shadows of swords and swords.
Women, when they have nothing to do, they like to chat and compare, just to have fun.
Qin Weimo stepped forward and bowed, and greeted the young ladies politely.
"Hey, isn't this Wei Mo? How can you run around with your body like this? It's windy tonight. You'd better go back to the house and stay there. We just need your mother to accompany us."
"Tsk, tsk, Weimo's face and figure are getting more and more charming as she grows longer. She looks much prettier than your mother."
"I heard that you are proficient in Wei-mo poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even my Qingwan is full of praise for your masterpieces."
Although several ladies spoke harshly to Song Ruyue, they showed special affection, or pity, to the weak and gentle girl in front of them, and their attitudes were very good.
At this time, a girl in a light blue dress walked out from behind a noble lady and said with a smile: "Sister Wei Mo, long time no see. The last time I came to your house, I was with Sister Meng. There were several It’s already a month.”
This girl has a gentle appearance and a light body. Her name is Su Qingwan, and she is a very famous and talented girl in Mocheng.
He usually behaves eclectically, often appearing in public, participating in various poetry and song gatherings, competing with men, and torturing many literary talents in Mocheng.
Qin Weimo smiled and said: "The song "Forgetting Spring" that Sister Su composed in Yuanyang Tower a few days ago is being recited everywhere in Mocheng City."
Su Qingwan smiled and said, "It's not worth mentioning."
Then his eyes flashed, and he looked behind her and at the lakeside, and asked: "Sister Weimo, where is your brother-in-law who came into the family? That song 'White snow dislikes the late spring, so flowers fly through the trees in the courtyard', and that song Is the poem 'Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Face' really composed by him?"
Before Qin Weimo could answer, Song Ruyue said: "Of course it was that kid who did it. How can it be false?"
Then a look of pride appeared on his face: "The song 'Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Face' was written in front of me."
I added proudly in my heart: That boy watched me do it. If I hadn't been as beautiful as a flower, how could he have done it?
The woman on the side immediately smiled strangely and said: "Ruyue, where is that little guy? Why hasn't he come yet? He's just a son-in-law. He's such a big-ass, why do you want us to wait?"
Song Ruyue's smile faded, and she looked at the little maid who had just gone to catch someone, and asked, "Mei'er, where is that young man?"
Meier lowered her head and turned pale.
Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, my brother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house. I didn't let Meier disturb my brother-in-law."
As soon as these words came out, several women immediately looked at each other and began to talk strangely.
"Ruyue, that's not what you said before. You said that boy would definitely come tonight."
"Yes, Ruyue, you were bragging about that kid just now. Are those poems really written by him? If it's true, why didn't you get sick earlier or later, but why did you get sick when we came? You, you , don’t be deceived by that boy, he might have copied those poems from somewhere else.”
"It's just that if you don't get sick early, you won't get sick later. It's such a coincidence."
Song Ruyue looked ugly, glared at her daughter, and said with a cold face: "I know whether it was copied or not, so I won't worry about it. When the kid recovers, it won't be too late for you to come and check again. I, Song Ruyue, never lie when I speak, unlike some people."
"Haha, Ruyue, don't be angry. Everyone is worried that you mother and daughter will be deceived. Those poems are indeed extraordinary and cannot be produced by ordinary people, so everyone is suspicious and wants to meet your son-in-law. Since he is sick today, let's wait for another day. Let's go and get on the boat."
A woman saw that she seemed angry and quickly tried to persuade her with a smile.
Although the other women stopped talking, their faces were full of sarcasm, and they were secretly gloating in their hearts.
Song Ruyue snorted, said nothing more, and took the lead to walk towards the lakeside. She was secretly annoyed and said in her heart: That brat made me lose face today, how disgusting it is! When he recovers, I will whip him with a whip and compose poems for me! At least a hundred songs! Otherwise, beat his ass to pieces!
A group of maids and women followed several ladies to the lakeside, and carefully got on the boat.
The boat was well prepared today, and there were several servants with excellent water skills escorting it.
"Hey, Qingwan, why are you standing there stupidly? Come up quickly."
A noble lady was sitting on the boat, looking at the girl on the shore with confusion.
Su Qingwan said softly: "Aunt, you go and play. Sister Weimo and I haven't seen each other for a long time and I want to talk to her."
The noble lady glanced at Qin Weimo and reminded: "Weimo is not in good health, please don't disturb her. If you want to talk, go back to the house and talk. It's windy outside."
Su Qingwan nodded and said: "I know, aunt can just go and play with peace of mind."
After all the boats slowly left the shore, Su Qingwan looked at the weak girl beside her and suddenly smiled: "Sister Weimo, I want to ask you something."
Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Sister Su, please tell me."
Su Qingwan glanced at the ladies on the boat who were still talking about the bride-in-law, and said with a smile: "I want to visit your brother-in-law now, is that okay?"
Qin Weimo was stunned and explained softly: "Sister Su, my brother-in-law is really sick. He..."
"It's okay, I'll just go take a look."
Su Qingwan held her arm and said with a smile on her face: "Don't worry, I'm right outside the house. If he's awake, I'll say a few words to him; if he's asleep, I'll just take a look. You know, I have loved poetry since I was a child, and the ones your brother-in-law wrote are the best. My aunt and others will doubt it, but I won’t. Because I know your character and you won’t lie. So I am very curious. , what kind of person is your brother-in-law, just let me go and visit, okay?"
Qin Weimo wondered: "Sister Su, it's getting late now, I'm afraid it's not convenient."
She doesn't care.
She and her brother-in-law are in the same family. When his brother-in-law is sick, it is natural and natural for her to visit her brother-in-law at night.
But the girl in front of him was an outsider, and she didn't know her brother-in-law.
It was unjustifiable for her to take her there so late.
Su Qingwan couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Weimo, I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of? I've always been like this. Everyone knows who I am. As long as I encounter good poems, no matter day or night, as long as I have time, I will go there to communicate. .I came here tonight specifically for your brother-in-law. If you don’t let me see him, I will definitely have trouble sleeping tonight.”
Qin Weimo was still embarrassed: "But..."
"Sister Weimo, if you can't stand it, then take me to your sister and I'll tell her personally. I am an aboveboard, innocent person and not afraid of any gossip."
Qin Weimo could only sigh secretly in his heart when he heard what she said.
She knew that even if she went to her sister, the result would be the same.
Her sister wouldn't care about that boy.
Even though he was sick, he didn't even look at him.
at the same time.
inside the house.
Luo Qingzhou had already gotten up from the bed and was sitting at the desk looking for a book to read.
The sun and moon bronze mirror was placed on the desk again, with the side engraved with the moon facing the moonlight spilling in from the window. The mirror surface was hazy, dark and gloomy.
He rummaged on the bookshelf for a while and suddenly found another good book.
One of the passages made his heart move.
"Reborn, there is a body outside the body. When it gathers, it takes shape, and when it disperses, it becomes Qi. This is the Yang God. A thought clears the spirit, and the soul consciousness is not dispersed. It is like a dream or a shadow. It is similar to a ghost. This is the Yin God..."
Not long after, there was a slight knock on the door suddenly.
