My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 104

"Micro ink."

Several girls greeted Qin Weimo to sit down, and they all started talking to her.

At the same time, from time to time, he glanced at the young man who stopped not far away, secretly wondering why he didn't come over.

Judging by his clothing and temperament, he should be a scholar, not a servant or something.

One of the blue-skirted girls knew Luo Qingzhou, and said in a low voice, "Wei Mo, your brother-in-law looks so shy, don't you dare come over?"

The girl in the blue dress was Song Zixi who had invited Luo Qingzhou to Jubao Pavilion a few days ago.

"Brother-in-law?"

"That son is Wei Mo's brother-in-law?"

"Zixi, is he the Mr. Luo you mentioned?"

When the other girls heard the words, they all showed a look of surprise on their faces, and at the same time, they all secretly felt a little regretful.

It turned out that they were married a long time ago, and they were married.

Song Zixi nodded, got up and took the initiative to greet Luo Qingzhou: "Mr. Luo, my sister and I were still talking about you just now. Your sentence Bai Xue still thinks spring is late, so you wear garden trees as flying flowers, everyone praises you It's endless."

The girls all nodded reservedly, as a greeting.

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands politely, seeing that the seat next to him was empty, he asked the maid who was laying out snacks, "Can I sit here?"

The servant girl nodded and said: "My lord, please go ahead, there are no guests here."

Luo Qingzhou thanked her and sat down beside her.

It was too abrupt to stand there all the time.

It was full of women again, and there were no seats left, so it was inconvenient for him to go there.

Seeing him sitting there, Qin Weimo moved his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but held back.

The other girls laughed and chatted again.

Meng Yulan talked to a few girls and asked them to take care of Wei Mo, then came to Luo Qingzhou again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Luo, if you need anything, just ask the servant girl. I will go down to receive guests. I will excuse you first."

Luo Qingzhou got up and said, "Miss Meng, just go and do your work."

Meng Yulan smiled, took another look at him, and walked away quickly, the dagger at her waist dangling back and forth, which was particularly eye-catching.

Luo Qingzhou sat down, and couldn't help but think of the explanation in the book.

Today's warriors, most of the martial arts they practice are fist skills.

Those who practice weapons are in the minority.

Because weapons are too expensive.

Ordinary weapons, of course warriors can afford them.

But the weapons used by warriors cannot be ordinary weapons.

Those who can fight with warriors are naturally warriors, and powerful monsters. It is difficult for ordinary weapons to cause any damage to the opponent, and holding them in their hands will restrict their hands and feet.

As he is now in the stage of training his tendons, it is difficult to cause serious damage to him with an ordinary kitchen knife or sword, and it will delay the best time to attack.

If it is a more powerful warrior, those ordinary swords are powerless.

As for the monsters, they are even more thick-skinned and rough-skinned, and it is difficult for ordinary swords to hurt them.

Therefore, if warriors want to cultivate weapons, they can only use weapons that are specially refined with special materials, and they must rely on the weapons that are inscribed with runes by the master of the weapon.

However, such weapons are extremely expensive.

Ordinary warriors, don't even think about it.

Therefore, it is better to practice boxing and kicking skills honestly.

What's more, if the fists and feet are cultivated to the extreme, they are extremely powerful weapons in themselves, and they are more sensitive and explosive than external weapons.

The short knife was pinned to the waist of the Meng family lady just now, I don't know if she specializes in weapons, or for decoration, or for auxiliary use in battle.

Luo Qingzhou sat alone in front of the window, looking at the lights and tourists on the river bank, thinking about these cultivation matters in his mind.

Downstairs, it seems that the show has already started.

The booing and applause of many people sounded one after another from below.

The girls in the corner were still chatting like no one else was there.

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to read back the techniques of muscle training in his mind, a scent of fragrance suddenly came from beside him.

Song Zixi, with a graceful figure in a blue dress, came over with a smile, and said, "Master Luo, it's so lonely to see you sitting here by yourself, can I sit down and talk to you?"

Of course, Luo Qingzhou had no reason to refuse, nodded, and turned to look at the building.

Qin Weimo's eyes just turned over, and there was an apologetic and helpless expression in his eyes, as if to say: Brother-in-law, it's not that Weimo can't come to accompany you, can't leave...

"Mr. Luo, what books are you reading at home recently? Are there any interesting books, can you introduce them to me?"

Song Zixi sat down on the opposite side, and took the initiative to speak.

Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "They are all exam preparation books, Four Books and Five Classics, Dayan Culture, etc. I guess Miss Song won't be interested."

Song Zixi smiled when he heard the words, the light in his eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Mr. Luo, I recently heard that there is a story called "The Story of the West Chamber". It is said that the original version was handed down from the Qin family, does Mr. Luo know who wrote it?"

Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "I haven't heard of it."

It should be his mother-in-law showing off.

Song Zixi smiled, and didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Mr. Luo, I know your talent. Later, the talents below will have a poetry competition, Mr. Luo, don't miss it. Trust Mr. Yi Luo Talent, tonight will definitely be a blockbuster, Zixi will wait and see."

Luo Qingzhou was about to speak when Zhu'er suddenly walked up quickly, and when she passed by him, she glanced at him, then at Song Zixi, without saying a word, walked quickly to the girls' desks and said: " Miss, Madam calls you down."

Qiu'er, who was standing beside Qin Weimo, asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Zhu'er was a little hesitant, but she still opened her mouth and said: "A Mr. Tang was talking to Madam down below, and even asked about Miss, so Madam asked the servants to call Miss to go down."

Qin Weimo was startled for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if thinking of something.

She turned her head almost subconsciously and looked at Luo Qingzhou.

"Miss, madam is waiting."

Pearl was a little anxious.

She was afraid that the lady would make a fool of herself in public if the lady was not stubborn. With the lady's face-saving character, she definitely couldn't afford to go around.

Qin Weimo didn't make it difficult for her, nodded, apologized to the other girls, and left the seat with Qiu'er's support.

When she walked to Luo Qingzhou's seat, she stopped and said softly: "Brother-in-law, can you go down with me?"

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Without hesitation, Luo Qingzhou stood up and bid farewell to Song Zixi.

Song Zixi smiled slightly and said: "Aunt Song has something to ask you, so you go down first, and we will go down later, the poetry competition is probably about to start."

Luo Qingzhou followed the preoccupied Second Miss and slowly went downstairs.

Downstairs, there are artists invited from the brothel playing the piano.

The tulle is lightly concealed, and the figure playing the piano is looming behind the curtain, which seems to be specially designed to give people a sense of mystery and attract people to find out.

Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin Er and walked to a seat by the window on the right.

Song Ruyue was sitting there alone, and a young man in a Confucian shirt was standing in front of the table, holding a folding fan, bending slightly and lowering his head, talking to her politely.

The young man was of medium height, handsome in appearance, and good in temperament. He had a comfortable smile on his face, spoke softly, and looked gentle.

Song Ruyue looked at him from time to time while talking to him.

"Mother."

With Qiu'er's support, Qin Weimo walked over slowly and shouted softly.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned sideways and looked at her. His eyes lit up immediately, and he gave a little force with his five fingers holding the folding fan. He still kept a polite smile on his face, and his eyes quickly turned to the ground.

Song Ruyue said, "Wei Mo, this is Mr. Tang."

Then he said to the young man: "Jia Song, this is my daughter Wei Mo, who knows a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she has a quiet temperament, likes to stay indoors, and doesn't want to come out to communicate with others."

Tang Jiasong immediately lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Miss Qin, I have heard her name for a long time, and I have admired her for a long time. Miss Qin's poems, I must read every day. They are really women, and they are not inferior to those men. .”

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly, but did not speak.

At this time, Wu Yi, the top name of the brothel who presided over tonight's poetry meeting, walked onto the stage and announced with a smile that tonight's poetry competition had begun.

The literary talents gathered in the audience are all struggling.

Song Ruyue said: "Come and sit down, and read Jia Song's poems later."

Tang Jiasong hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't make Miss Qin laugh, I'm not very talented, I can't compare with those talented people, I'll just join in the fun later."

Qin Weimo nodded to him politely, and with Qiu'er's support, she sat down on the soft seat beside her.

As soon as he sat down, he waved to Luo Qingzhou who was standing not far away: "Brother-in-law, come here... stand closer."

Tang Jiasong froze for a moment, then turned his head to look.

Luo Qingzhou passed by him and stood beside Miss Qin Er, just blocking his view of Miss Qin Er.

Tang Jiasong frowned, and had no choice but to move to the side, still maintaining a refined smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "This is..."

Qin Weimo said politely: "My brother-in-law."

Tang Jiasong smiled awkwardly, and had no choice but to cup his hands at Luo Qingzhou and said, "What's the name of this young master?"

Luo Qingzhou didn't return the salute, and looked at the stage with a wooden face, ignoring him, as if he didn't hear him.

When this man saw Miss Qin Er for the first time just now, he thought in his heart: What a sick and petite beauty!Although I heard that Miss Qin's life is not long, and the rush to find a husband is just to make her happy, but I don't suffer.After marrying this little beauty, the property of the Qin family is naturally at your fingertips. Even if it is a small half, it is enough for me to be happy. When she dies of illness...

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he stopped listening.

Is this the person his mother-in-law said was like Jia Baoyu?really blind...

Forget it, let him block for Second Miss.

Seeing that he ignored him, Tang Jiasong froze the smile on his face, so he cupped his hands at Song Ruyue and said, "Aunt Song, this young master..."

"Don't talk yet, listen to her question."

Song Ruyue focused her gaze on the oiran on the stage, and interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

Tang Jiasong smiled stiffly, and had no choice but to look towards the stage, then walked a few steps forward, listening carefully, and stared at the graceful and sexy body on the stage without moving.

At this moment, the oiran named Wu Yi spoke out the title of the poem for the first fight.

"After discussions among several seniors, the theme of this first competition is "Plum". Many guests must know why this topic came up. A few days ago, there was a peerless masterpiece with the theme of plum... Ling Luo Turn into mud and grind into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."

"Almost everyone is full of praise for this poem, but there are also many talents who are not convinced, so in a few days, various new works have been produced..."

"Of course, it doesn't mean that your works must be compared with this poem. Everyone will do their best, and there is no limit to the poems..."

When the graceful and beautiful oiran was speaking on the stage, Qin Weimo turned his head and looked at the young man beside him.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou was also looking at the oiran above.

"Brother-in-law, do you look good?"

The girl suddenly asked in a low voice.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, then withdrew his gaze from the stage, looked at her and said, "Second Miss means..."

Qin Weimo pursed the corners of his mouth, and said, "The stage...is it pretty?"

Luo Qingzhou was startled and nodded.

Qin Weimo twitched her brows, and said again: "What about the beauty on the stage?"

The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and when he didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly looked at him coldly and said, "You'd better answer carefully."

It turned out that the two were whispering just now, and she had been eavesdropping all along.

Qin Weimo's cheeks flushed slightly.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look at his mother-in-law again, and heard what she said in her heart: [If this brat dares to say that the brothel woman is pretty, go back tonight, I want him to look good! 】

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "It's not pretty."

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and snorted coldly: "Duplicate what you say. The parents are so beautiful and have a good figure. What's not good about it?"

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say in a low voice: "If there is no mother-in-law and the second lady here, she will look fine."

"Ok?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes, unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, and said coldly, "What do you mean? Tell me clearly!"

Qin Weimo pursed her lips slightly, a smile already appeared in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said: "How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon? When the bright moon is in the sky, even the brightest stars are eclipsed."

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, and silently read a few words, the corners of her mouth couldn't be restrained, so she turned her face away, snorted coldly, continued to look at the stage, didn't speak any more, and quickly said many times in her heart, saying this Write down the sentence.

Qin Weimo's beautiful eyes flickered, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she said in a low voice: "It turns out that brother-in-law can also sweet talk to coax people."

Luo Qingzhou's face changed slightly, and he quickly said: "You can't use the word sweet talk."

Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Why?"

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "It's okay, just use it."

This word is actually okay, but in his time, this word has become a special word between lovers. He was naturally taken aback when Miss Qin Er suddenly said it just now.

At this time, many people had returned to their seats and began to ponder over the poems with the theme of "Mei".

After half a stick of incense time.

Tang Jiasong, who had been thinking about it for a long time, suddenly turned around and came back, cupping his hands with a smile all over his face, he said, "Can Miss Qin make it? I thought about it just now, but I came up with a song, maybe there are some flaws, I hope the second lady can help correct it." One or two."

Qin Weimo glanced at him, and said politely and softly, "Weimo hasn't made it yet."

After Song Ruyue heard this, she turned her head and said, "Has Jiasong been made yet? Sure enough, he is quick and clever."

Then he said to Zhu'er beside him: "Go get someone to bring a pen and ink, let Mr. Tang write it down. Let's take a look first, and send it up for a competition later."

Tang Jiasong smiled all over his face.

Zhu'er hurried over to ask other maids for pens and inks.

Tang Jiasong still looked at the weak girl in front of him, and said with a smile, "Miss Qin, I'm writing this poem..."

"Brother-in-law, where's yours?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Weimo suddenly looked at Luo Qingzhou beside him.

As soon as this remark came out, not only Tang Jiasong was taken aback, but Song Ruyue also immediately pricked up his ears, but his eyes were still looking away.

Luo Qingzhou was startled when he heard the words, and said, "Second Miss, I..."

"Brother-in-law..."

Qin Weimo yelled again in a soft voice, her eyebrows were frowned, her small mouth was slightly pouted, and there was a hint of pleading in her eyes looking at him, and even a hint of coquettishness.

Luo Qingzhou was taken aback for a moment, then he understood.

She doesn't want to have any more entanglements with the young master Tang in front of her, so she wants him to make a move so that the other party has no chance to show up?

"Ma'am, here comes the pen and ink."

At this time, Zhu Er came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Tang Jiasong tugged on his long sleeves and was about to step forward, but Song Ruyue suddenly turned around and said coldly: "Luo Qingzhou, I saw Mr. Tang talking to you just now, but you dismissed him. Mr. Tang said just now that he wanted to write a poem. You have a sneer all over your face. It seems that you look down on Mr. Tang, don't you?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face darkened slightly.

Luo Qingzhou was taken aback, and when she was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly snorted coldly again: "Zhu'er, Yanmo, give the pen to this arrogant guy who looks down on Mr. Tang, and ask him to compose a song." .If he does it, no matter good or bad, I will never blame him for his rudeness; if he can't do it, hehe, there is no need to disembark tonight."

Qin Weimo frowned, and looked at the flamboyant oiran on the stage.

That oiran should spend the night on the boat tonight, right?

There are other brothel girls, rich daughters, official ladies, talented women, noble ladies...

"Grandpa, here is your pen."

Zhu'er forced the pen into Luo Qingzhou's hand, then picked up the ink stick, and began to grind the ink in the inkstone.

Qin Weimo glanced at the ink stick in her hand, moved her lips, and couldn't help moving her hands on her lap, as if she wanted to speak, but in the end she didn't dare to speak.

Holding the pen in his hand, Luo Qingzhou felt the hostility from Mr. Tang next to him, and then glanced at Second Miss Qin again, clenched the pen in his hand without any further hesitation.

at this time.

Many talented scholars and talented women have finished their works, wrote vigorously, and then handed in their works.

There are also many people who are still frowning, thinking hard.

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a while, raised his pen to dip in the ink, and was about to start writing, when a snow-white hand suddenly stretched out beside him, blocking his pen.

The ink from the tip of the pen almost fell on her soft and boneless little hand.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, facing those clear eyes that fluctuated like water.

The girl whispered: "Brother-in-law, you read, I will write..."

There was a trace of doubt in Luo Qingzhou's eyes, but it was only for a moment before he suddenly understood.

It's not that she heard her heart.

He didn't know why he saw through the girl's mind so quickly.

—He can't appear on stage tonight.

Tonight's guests are too complicated.

She is thinking of him.

As for Mr. Tang next to him, there is no basis for his words.

Besides, I'm afraid this than anyone else is unwilling to spread this matter.

Luo Qingzhou handed the pen in his hand to the little white hand.

The two fingertips touched.

The girl's little hands trembled slightly, she clenched the pen tightly, and lowered her head.

"Cough cough."

Song Ruyue's cold warning voice came from the side: "Sneaking around again, pretending that I don't exist?"

"Brother-in-law, read..."

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, she held the pen, and said softly.

(End of this chapter)