Luo Qingzhou returned to bed.
Xiaodie heard the sound and ran out and opened the courtyard door.
Qin Weimo was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.
Qiu'er was familiar with Xiaodie, so he directly pulled her into the small courtyard and whispered: "Is my uncle awake? Miss Su came here specially and said she wanted to see my uncle."
Xiaodie looked back and said, "Sister Qiu'er, my young master has already rested."
Qiu'er poked her with her finger and whispered: "My uncle is not going tonight, and my wife is already angry. Go in and have a look. If he is feeling better, it is best to get up and see Miss Su. After all, he is an honored guest. , my young lady is also in a difficult situation."
Xiaodie was helpless and said, "Okay then, I'll go in and have a look."
Su Qingwan entered the small courtyard, looked around a few times, and couldn't help but said: "Weimo, your brother-in-law lives here with this little maid? Your sister..."
Qin Weimo sighed slightly: "My sister is not in good health, so we don't live together."
When Su Qingwan heard this, she smiled faintly: "I'm afraid it's not because of her poor health, right? She came into the family as a bastard with no status, so that's why she's treated like this, right?"
Then he said: "Wei Mo, I speak more directly, so don't take it to heart. Since the two of them are already married, why do they need to make so many rules? What kind of couple are they if they don't live together? Your brother-in-law is so talented. , and studies hard, he will definitely be able to stand out in the future, after all, it is not good for you to treat him like this."
Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
Su Qingwan glanced at her and couldn't help but sigh: "I also know that your sister is in a special situation and may not be suitable for living together. Weimo, just pretend that I didn't say this. Don't think too much about it. I know who you are. , you must feel uncomfortable. Hey, there are too many rules in this world, especially for a wealthy family like yours. If you don’t abide by some of the rules, people will gossip about you. There’s nothing you can do about it.”
At this time, Xiaodie quickly walked out of the room and said respectfully: "Second Miss, Miss Su, my young master is awake."
Su Qingwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked to the window, lowered her body slightly and said, "Master Luo, I'm really sorry for coming to bother you so late. It's just those few poems written by the master that really make Qingwan feel itchy. Today I happened to take advantage of my aunt's arrival in the evening, and Qingwan also came over, wanting to pay a special visit to Mr. Luo."
Qin Weimo also stepped forward, with a soft voice and concern on his face: "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better?"
Luo Qingzhou got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and replied, "Much better. Thank you, Miss Second, for your concern."
The reason why he didn't pretend to be asleep anymore was that he didn't want to embarrass Miss Qin Er, and he heard what Miss Su said and felt that the other person was okay and it didn't matter to say hello.
The windows are closed.
The oil lamp was on in the room, and his shadow was reflected on the window. He cupped his hands and said, "Miss Su, I don't feel very well tonight, so I won't go out to meet you."
When you are under the roof, there are some rules that you have to abide by.
Here he is a son-in-law, not a son-in-law.
Su Qingwan apologized: "Mr. Luo is not feeling well. Qingwan is really sorry and shouldn't have come to disturb you. However, Qingwan really admires the young man's poems and came here tonight to ask for his advice. Mr. I'm already awake, I guess I won't be able to sleep for a while, Qingwan is talking to the young master outside the house, and hopes that the young master will give me some advice."
There was silence in the room and he said: "Miss Su misunderstood, those poems were not written by me."
As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the room was startled.
Su Qingwan looked surprised: "Why did Mr. Luo say this? Those poems were not written by Mr. Luo, but who wrote them?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I just saw it in a book and wrote it down. As for who did it, I really don't remember."
"Then Mr. Luo, can you tell Qingwan which book you read?"
Su Qingwan asked looking at the long shadow on the window.
Luo Qingzhou was silent again and said, "I forgot."
There was silence outside.
Su Qingwan smiled bitterly and said: "Why are you doing this, Master? Qingwan knows that Master has a special status now and does not want to become famous too early. She just wants to study hard, hide her talents and bide her time, and wait for the imperial examination in high school to become famous in one fell swoop. Qingwan came here today with no other intention. , I just like the young master’s talent very much and want to meet him and have a few words. Qingwan can guarantee that what happened tonight will never be spread to anyone.”
The room fell silent.
Su Qingwan looked at the shadow on the window and said softly: "Mr. Luo, since it's not convenient for you to talk, can you do Qingwan a favor?"
There was silence in the room again, and then Fang said: "Miss Su, please speak."
Su Qingwan said: "There will be a poetry meeting held in Yuanyang Tower in a few days. The title has been announced. Qingwan thought hard and composed two poems, but she is not very satisfied. Can the young master help Qingwan compose one so that Qingwan can read it? There are also Ideas?"
The man in the room sighed and said, "Miss Su, I really didn't lie to you. I'm not good at poetry."
Su Qingwan slightly lowered her head and said: "Mr. Luo, Qingwan can promise that she will not mention the young master to anyone. If the young master is willing to help, Qingwan will be grateful. If Qingwan is useful in the future, Qingwan will never Dare to refuse."
Luo Qingzhou still said: "I'm sorry, Miss Su, I really can't write poetry, and I'm not feeling well tonight. Miss, please come back."
Su Qingwan raised her head and looked at the window and said, "Then Master, can you help Qingwan copy a song? Just copy the one from the book that Master just mentioned, is that okay?"
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"If the young master does not agree, Qingwan will be shameless today and stay here and not leave."
Su Qingwan said stubbornly.
Qin Weimo, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but persuade softly: "Sister Su, please don't embarrass my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law is sick today, which is indeed a bit inconvenient."
Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed her head and stood outside the window, saying no more.
The small courtyard fell into silence.
The maids and nuns all looked at me, and then at you, and then they all looked at the shadows on the windows, holding their breath and concentrating.
Time passed minute by minute in the stalemate between each other.
After a while, the young man in the room sighed and compromised: "Miss Su, please tell me the topic."
Luo Qingzhou knew clearly that if a woman became stubborn, she would not be able to pull back ten cows, so he just copied the song and sent it away.
As soon as these words came out, the depressing atmosphere in the small courtyard suddenly relaxed.
Su Qingwan raised her head with joy and said: "Thank you, sir, the topic is plum blossoms. There is a plum garden downstairs in Yuanyang. Standing upstairs, you can watch the first blooming plum blossoms in the garden, so I came up with this topic."
There was silence in the room for a moment, then he said, "Miss Su, do you want poems or lyrics?"
Just as Su Qingwan was about to speak, she suddenly paused, her eyes flickered, looking at the shadow on the window, and said cautiously: "Mr. Luo, how about... a poem, a word, okay?"
She secretly thought to herself that since Mr. Luo asked this question, he must be good at poetry, but she didn't know what kind of poetry he could produce in such a short time.
"Sister Su is so greedy."
Qin Weimo on the side said secretly in his heart.
At the same time, his eyes were softly looking at the shadow on the window, secretly expecting in his heart, I wonder if my brother-in-law can make it?
"Xiaodie, come in and study ink."
Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the room.
Xiaodie agreed and was about to run in when Qin Weimo suddenly felt an impulse in his heart for some unknown reason and mustered up the courage to say: "Brother-in-law, Weimo can help you grind the ink, can you?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the maids and grandmothers behind him changed.
Even Su Qingwan in front of her turned back and looked at her in surprise.
This kind of thing is not something that a rich lady can do.
What's more, the young man in the room is a bride-in-law and her brother-in-law. How can she take the initiative to study ink because she has a distinguished status?
Qin Weimo's cheeks suddenly turned red when she faced everyone's gaze, but as soon as the words came out, she couldn't hold them back. There was indeed an impulse in her heart. She wanted to be the first to go in and see her brother-in-law write a poem, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, Wei Mo wants to see you write poetry."
Luo Qingzhou in the room was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "I don't dare to trouble the second lady, I just need Xiaodie to help me."
The maids and nuns in the courtyard also began to persuade him in unison.
"Miss, no!"
"Miss, how can you help my uncle grind ink? This is a servant's job."
Although Qin Weimo had been weak and sickly since he was a child, he had a rather stubborn temperament. Now that he had decided to go in and study ink, he no longer hesitated and broke away from Zhu'er and Qiu'er's hands and walked towards the house.
The two little maids were frightened and frightened, but they did not dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported her and looked at the old ladies behind with pleading eyes.
The old ladies looked serious, and just as they were about to step forward to persuade, Qin Weimo turned his head, with a hint of pleading on his beautiful and pale cheeks, and said softly: "Mommy, let Weimo be willful for once, anyway, Weimo It's also time... once Wei Mo goes in, I will feel happy..."
After these words and this pitiful expression, who can bear it?
The old ladies who were about to persuade her suddenly had red eyes when they thought of her illness, and they no longer had the heart to stop her.
One of the eldest nuns immediately said in a trembling voice: "Young lady, just go in, whoever dares to talk about what happened tonight, who dares to gossip, I will never spare her! If Madam is blamed, I will bear the responsibility alone." ."
Qin Weimo said gratefully: "Thank you, mama."
Seeing the young lady like this, Zhu'er and Qiu'er both felt uncomfortable and did not dare to persuade her any more. They carefully supported her and walked in.
Xiaodie hurriedly opened the door and led the way.
Luo Qingzhou listened in the room, secretly regretting that he was soft-hearted and should not have gotten up, let alone agreed to the girl Su outside to help her compose poems.
If Miss Qin Er's noble little hands were really allowed to grind ink for him, not to mention how the mother-in-law would torture him if she knew about it, even Bailing Xiachan and the others would want him to look good if they knew about it.
But he just heard Miss Qin Er's pitiful words, and he didn't know how to refuse.
"Brother-in-law, don't worry. Weimo will naturally be responsible for what Weimo does. Brother-in-law just writes."
Qin Weimo entered the room with the support of two maids, saluted him and said softly.
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head with confusion on his face: "Second Miss, this is really not appropriate. If Madam and Eldest Miss find out..."
"Brother-in-law, Weimo will take the initiative to explain to them. If they punish brother-in-law, Weimo will take the punishment on his behalf."
Qin Weimo said softly.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him and asked in confusion: "Why is the second young lady doing this?"
Qin Weimo was silent for a moment: "I don't know, but tonight... I suddenly want to see my brother-in-law write."
The room fell silent.
No one spoke anymore, only each other's breathing could be heard.
The old lady at the door had red eyes and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, since the lady likes it, let her do it for once. It's rare for a lady to go out once, and it's rare to be happy. Even if it's a little unreasonable, we should try our best to be as smooth as possible. Keep her company. Madam, I will explain it myself."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then at the pale and sickly girl in front of him, sighed secretly in his heart, no longer hesitated, walked to the desk and sat down.
A soft smile appeared on Qin Weimo's face. He walked over, stretched out his jade-white hands, and gently picked up the ink stick.
Xiaodie quickly came over and added some water to the inkstone.
Qin Weimo gently grinded the ink and said softly: "Brother-in-law, actually Weimo is often alone in the house and grinds the ink by himself. Weimo thinks that this can calm the mind and calm the mind... Weimo likes to smell the fragrance of ink. ."
Luo Qingzhou sat at the table, holding a pen, looking at her delicate and white wrists and small hands, silent.
"Brother-in-law..."
Qin Weimo reminded softly.
Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, spread out the rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the paper.
There is an oil lamp on the table.
Xiaodie lit another one, held it in her hand, and stood on the other side.
Qin Weimo gently rubbed the ink while looking at the beautiful small characters outlined by the ink on the rice paper.
The first one is a poem, "Snow Plum".
"The plum blossoms and snow are not willing 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."
After seeing the last two sentences, the ink cube in Qin Weimo's hand trembled slightly.
Luo Qingzhou took away the ink-stained rice paper, spread out the second one, dipped his pen in the ink, and started writing without thinking.
Qin Weimo gradually stopped studying the ink, staring closely at the soft tip of the pen that spit out ink and the words it sketched. He was about to hold his breath, but his breathing became quickened unconsciously.
Luo Qingzhou finished the work in one go, finishing the work in one fell swoop.
After writing the last word, he put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, blew on it, and then handed it to Xiaodie beside him.
Xiaodie put down the lamp, took it carefully, and took it out.
Qin Weimo was still standing by the table, still holding the piece of ink stone in his hand, his eyes were wandering, his expression was in a trance, and he was muttering in his mouth: "It has turned into mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same..."
"Miss……"
Zhu Er on the side shouted softly.
Qin Weimo woke up and looked at the young man who stood up from the table with her gentle and watery eyes under the light. Just as he was about to speak, Su Qingwan's surprised voice suddenly came from outside the window: "What a poem! What a lyric! What a poem." No intention of fighting for love, only to be jealous of others!"
Then he said excitedly: "Master Luo, I'm sorry for bothering you tonight. Qingwan will come back to thank you in a few days. Qingwan went to find her aunt and showed them these two poems to save them from doubting and slandering you again. Your talent is really real. Unparalleled, Qingwan admires me!"
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he quickly opened the window and said, "Miss Su, didn't you just say you wouldn't tell others what happened tonight?"
Su Qingwan had already taken the poem and ran excitedly to the door of the small courtyard. After hearing this, she turned around and laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo, I will tell my aunt and the others not to tell anyone else, so you can rest assured."
After saying that, he ran out of the door and disappeared into the night.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
The small courtyard suddenly became quiet.
The room was equally silent.
Luo Qingzhou looked away from the window and looked at the girl in the room. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door of the small courtyard: "Uncle, are you awake? Why did I hear the commotion here?"
Under the moonlight, Bai Ling, wearing a pink dress, walked in from the door of the small courtyard with a puzzled face.
