In the courtyard, snowflakes are flying.
A tall girl in a lavender dress was holding a whip and standing in the yard with a proud face. On the ground in front of her was a branch.
Song Ruyue and her daughter, dressed in the same snow-white fox fur, stood under the eaves and watched, surrounded by their maids and grandmothers.
Song Ruyue said with a smile: "Meijiao is so powerful, women are not inferior to men!"
The other maids and grandmothers also echoed the praises and were full of praises.
But when Luo Qingzhou stepped into the courtyard, these sounds suddenly stopped again.
After Nangong Meijiao saw him, the pride on her face instantly turned into cold arrogance. She put away her whip, twisted her hips, and turned back to the eaves.
The smile on Song Ruyue's face also turned cold.
Only the weak girl under the eaves, supported by Qiu'er and Zhu'er, still had a smile on her face and soft eyes.
Song Ruyue took Nangong Meijiao and a group of maids and servants, turned around and entered the house, and sat down in the living room.
Luo Qingzhou stopped in the courtyard, wondering whether he should go in or not.
Qin Weimo whispered under the eaves: "Brother-in-law, come in..."
When Luo Qingzhou came closer, the weak girl glanced at him softly and chuckled softly: "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, Weimo will protect you."
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes beckoning him to enter the room.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to go in, walked up to the young and beautiful woman sitting in the living room, lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Mother-in-law, what are your instructions for calling Qingzhou?"
Song Ruyue held the tea cup, lowered her head and took a slow sip. Fang looked up at him and said, "Can you compose a few heroic poems, preferably about ambitions, achievements, or national events?"
Luo Qingzhou said without hesitation: "No."
"Um?"
Song Ruyue held the teacup in her hand for a moment, then slowly placed it on the coffee table next to her. She looked at him coldly and said, "No?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said: "Qingzhou is stupid, he really doesn't know how."
Just thinking about it carefully, he couldn't do these thankless things.
These poems are for the eldest princess.
Poems that discuss national affairs and wars are not as good as those romantic poems. If they are not well written, or if the meaning is wrong, and someone with an evil intention finds out about it, wouldn't it be asking for trouble?
Anyway, he is just a son-in-law, and he is not qualified to meet the eldest princess, let alone flatter her, so why bother?
Song Ruyue's face darkened and she looked at him with an evil look.
Qin Weimo said softly from the side: "Mother, everyone's literary style is different. My brother-in-law is not good at writing such poems. It's understandable. Didn't Sister Meijiao just say that the eldest princess also likes painting? Mo can make a painting, and then think of a poem and write it on it. Although he may not be able to come up with it, he is always considerate, and the eldest princess will not blame him. When the time comes, his mother will give him some other gifts, which will be the icing on the cake. ."
"snort!"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly, rolled her eyes and said, "Some people don't know the use of raising him. At the critical moment, he is not even as good as a weak woman."
Nangong Meijiao sat aside, drinking tea, with a cold and arrogant face, saying nothing.
Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and bowed his head without saying a word.
When Song Ruyue saw that he was silent, she suddenly became angry and her heart and lungs were up and down. Just when she was about to slap the table and get angry, Qin Weimo quickly said: "Mother, in this way, when the time comes, Weimo will draw a picture. Ask your brother-in-law to write a short story, or write a poem that uses scenes to describe people. In this case, it should be possible."
Song Ruyue snorted sarcastically: "Can he?"
Qin Weimo glanced at the young man standing respectfully with his head bowed in the hall, and answered for him: "Brother-in-law will."
Song Ruyue's slender eyebrows twitched and she squinted at her.
Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to him, finally said, "Wei Mo, are you familiar with your brother-in-law? Do you even know this?"
Qin Weimo said softly: "Sister Meijiao, my brother-in-law is talented. Not only Weimo knows about it, but my mother also knows about it. Everyone in the Qin family knows about it."
"Hey, don't add me, I don't know!"
Song Ruyue sneered and turned away.
Nangong Meijiao smiled faintly: "Talented? If you are really talented, you can't just stick to one style. Even if other styles are not good, you can still do it. Weimo, don't be fooled."
Qin Weimo smiled softly: "Sister Meijiao, Weimo knows this well."
Nangong Meijiao frowned and looked back at the young man standing in the hall.
He looks good, but it's a pity that he looks so weak and doesn't have anything different from other scholars.
She really couldn't understand how Qin Jianjia could marry such a person.
Guza
What's more, I don't understand that even the weak little cousin next to me seems to be fascinated by this guy.
Every time she came here to talk to her, she was heard talking about her young husband, and her eyes sparkled every time she mentioned him.
It seemed like there was no other topic on her mind to talk about except this guy.
Is this guy really that charming?
Why can't she see it?
"Luo Qingzhou!"
Song Ruyue suddenly spoke sternly: "What Weimo just said, can you do it?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment and looked at the weak girl next to him. Just when he was about to speak, Nangong Meijiao suddenly said: "Literati study, not just to recite some romantic poems. World affairs, national affairs, you all I should be concerned. I heard Wei Mo talk about a few of your poems. The literary talent is indeed decent, but the ideas are a bit petty. Apart from moaning for nothing, it is the love between children. If you can do some poems that are ambitious and aimed at the country, then that is A true talent.”
Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "Meijiao is right. Luo Qingzhou, can you do it?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said: "Qingzhou doesn't..."
"If you can't, go and plant flowers in my back garden now! You don't have to study anymore, just be a gardener, and let your little girl with the same room go too. From now on, both of you, master and servant, can't step out again. Half a step to the back garden!”
Song Ruyue frowned coldly and spoke harshly.
Luo Qingzhou raised his head and glanced at her, and suddenly heard what she was thinking: This idiot, Wei Mo and I just praised him in front of Mei Jiao, and now he wants to slap me and Wei Mo in the face? If he dares to embarrass me in front of outsiders today, I want him to look good! 】
Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, even if you want your brother-in-law to do it, you should give him a few days. Why don't you ask for it on the spot? You just ask your brother-in-law to do it on the spot. You...are a bit of a bully."
"Um?"
Song Ruyue turned to look at him and glared angrily: "You said I bullied this kid?"
Then he said angrily and angrily: "Do you know how your son-in-law lives every day in Aunt Zhou's house? He gets up before dawn every day, goes to wait outside your Aunt Zhou's door, does laundry, sweeps the floor, and does cow work. Being a horse means doing all the dirty work.”
"Your Aunt Zhou's daughter still despises him. Even the maids dared to insult him. She didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. Your Aunt Zhou even asked him to carry your sedan chair and drive the carriage for your Aunt Zhou. She always used slaps and whips to serve him. ."
"Which son-in-law in other people's houses does not live like this? He is worse than the servants and can be bullied and reviled by anyone."
"Look again, what kind of life does this boy live in our house? Those are the days of a fairy! He is well-fed and well-clothed. He doesn't have to do anything except study every day. He has a little girl from the same room to take care of him, and he can... With such a beautiful wife and Yue... Humph! He should burn incense and worship the Buddha, Amitabha!"
Qin Weimo lowered his head and did not dare to say anything anymore.
In fact, she knew in her heart that what her mother said was right. The married women in other houses had a very bad life, and even the maids and servants looked down upon them.
But……
In her heart, her brother-in-law is not comparable to an ordinary son-in-law.
My brother-in-law is talented and well-spoken. He can recite poems and lyrics, and write wonderful short stories. He is a good person and has a good personality. He can also...protect her and make her happy.
Anyway, her brother-in-law is a good person, and she will not allow others to bully him.
Neither can my mother.
Luo Qingzhou's face turned pale when he saw this popular mother-in-law, and his body was shaking as he spoke a series of words.
She seemed to feel sorry for her daughter, and felt a little regretful, but she had not vented her anger completely, so she could only hold it in.
After Miss Qin spoke for him, she lowered her head after being scolded and pouted her mouth. She seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to continue to argue for him.
Seeing that mother and daughter, both wearing the same snow-white fox fur and equally beautiful, seemed to be quarreling over him again, Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to break the tense and depressing atmosphere and said: "Mother-in-law, Qingzhou just thought about it and remembered something. A poem, I don’t know if it’s appropriate.”
Song Ruyue glanced at him angrily and said nothing.
Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, said, "Read it and listen."
Qin Weimo also raised his head.
Song Ruyue suddenly said: "Zhu'er, go to the study to study ink and ask Qiu'er to write it down. If he dares to fool me, this will be the last poem he writes in the Qin Mansion!"
Zhu'er agreed and quickly entered the study with Qiu'er.
Luo Qingzhou sighed secretly in his heart, brewing his emotions for a while, and then said loudly: "The gold is mixed with the sword and the white jade is dressed, and the light shines through the window at night. The man has not accomplished his merits in vain, but he has taken care of Bahuang independently with the sword. Jinghua made friends They are all extraordinary men, and they live and die together. They are shameless in the history of thousands of years, and they repay the emperor with a heart of loyalty. You come to join the army in the Han Dynasty, and Nanshan is covered with snow and jade. Woohoo! Although three households in Chu can destroy Qin, how can there be a majestic fire and nothingness? people!"
The tone of this poem was sonorous and powerful, without any pause. After reading it in one breath, a surge of heroic ambition and blood surged in his chest involuntarily!
Although Song Ruyue didn't understand it immediately, when she heard the momentum, her heart suddenly became awe-inspiring, and the look on her face also changed.
After Qin Weimo heard this, she couldn't help clenching her little hands. A blush of excitement suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks. Her eyes were shining, and her lips moved, as if she wanted to speak, but she just looked at the girl in purple skirt next to her.
Nangong Meijiao pondered for a while, seeming to be recalling some of the sentences.
After a while.
She looked at Song Ruyue and said, "Aunt, I have a gift for the eldest princess. I am sure that the eldest princess will like this poem."
