My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 105
"Brother-in-law, come closer..."

When Luo Qingzhou was about to read, the girl lowered her eyebrows and said in a low voice.

After speaking, her face became more and more red.

Luo Qingzhou knew that she was afraid of being heard by others, so she didn't think too much, walked a few steps closer, and lowered her head beside her.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting by the side, glanced at her, moved her lips, but held back.

She pricked up her ears.

Tang Jiasong, who was standing two steps away, had a stiff face, and was about to lift his steps to get closer to see Miss Qin's pretty face flushed with blush. When Yu's hand was writing, Luo Qingzhou suddenly moved sideways, and directly used his back Arrived outside.

Tang Jiasong: "???"

Song Ruyue glanced at it, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

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

Qin Weimo could feel his hot breath falling on his face, so warm.

For some reason, every time the boy got close to her, she felt that her icy body was suddenly bathed in the warm sunlight, which made her very comfortable.

"All the fragrances shake off Du Xuanyan..."

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and read softly.

Qin Weimo came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, dipped his bare hands in ink, and was about to write, when Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said, "Slow down."

Qin Weimo paused when he heard the words, raised his head, and looked at him suspiciously.

Because the two were too close, when they raised their heads, they faced each other face to face, so close at hand.

Qin Weimo's eyes were like water, shining brightly, even the roots of his ears were red now, but he didn't move away from his pretty red face and eyes.

"Cough cough..."

Song Ruyue on the side gritted her teeth and reprimanded in a low voice: "Write quickly!"

Qin Weimo lowered his head, clenched the pen in his hand, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou was thinking.

He thought of the scene in the small courtyard in the evening, with plum blossoms in the setting sun and beautiful women like flowers, and the melancholy eyes and words of Miss Qin Er.

"Brother-in-law, tell me, this lonely winter plum has survived the winter, but withered in the spring when hundreds of flowers are blooming, should you be happy or sad?"

Did she think of herself?
Luo Qingzhou was in a daze for a moment, gathered himself together, his eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring..."

Qin Weimo wrote, and lightly ticked off with his plain hand.

The small characters are beautiful and restrained, with a clear and beautiful temperament.

"It's already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still pretty flowers."

The girl's plain hands trembled, and she continued to ink.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her writing, then glanced at her pretty face that was still blushing, and continued to read: ""Pretty doesn't compete for spring, it just repays spring. "

The girl paused, raised her pen to dip in the ink, and continued to write with her head down, her eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a kind of silent beauty.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, had already clung to her body tightly, her pricked ears almost touching her face, and her eyes were fixed on the pen and ink she had left on the snow-white rice paper.

"Brother-in-law...is there any more?"

After the girl finished writing, her little hands trembled slightly, her gaze was still fixed on the tip of her pen.

Looking at her weak appearance, Luo Qingzhou whispered the last sentence: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh among the bushes."

The girl clenched the pen tightly in her hand, and was stunned for a few seconds, then Fang trembled as she wrote, her eyes gradually fogging up.

She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly wanted to change his words.

The brother-in-law must have thought of what she said in the courtyard before.

Those words were full of depression, hesitation about the future, disappointment in myself, even despair...

And the poem "brother-in-law" is to encourage her before answering her.

Even if there are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliffs of the county, facing such a grand and icy winter scene, the plum blossoms still stand alone, standing tall and straight, and blooming beautifully...

"Qiao doesn't fight for spring, but only reports that spring is coming. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bushes."

Spring is here.

The world is full of soft and warm atmosphere, and finally the mountain flowers are blooming on the cliff, which is gorgeous.

However, the plum blossoms, which once stood out in the cold winter and snow, did not show the slightest jealousy or vying for beauty. In the blooming flowers, they quietly and quietly hide in the brilliant spring...

It has its seasons.

Even though she is lonely, silent and unappreciated, it is her own world.

Her beauty embellishes the paleness; her fragrance adds the most beautiful breath to that lonely season...

That season was more beautiful because of her.

So what's wrong with her?
At least she existed, bloomed, was beautiful, stronger than others, and more worthy of praise...

"Let me see."

When the girl was looking at the pen and ink on the paper with tears in her eyes, Song Ruyue at the side took the rice paper from the table and read it again.

"Not titled yet."

Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table, and said with a cold face, "Just write down your name."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and heard what she said in her heart: [It's okay to write about me, I'm not afraid of being famous]

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Qin Weimo pondered for a while, and wrote the title: Luomo.

Then, I wrote down the Ci Pai and the title: Bu Suanzi Yongmei.

Then he raised his head and said softly, "Brother-in-law, is it okay?"

Luo Qingzhou took a look, nodded and said, "Yes."

Song Ruyue on the side frowned, with a pretty face, and sneered: "Luo Mo, Luo Mo... Hehe, do you think I'm blind, or illiterate? Or do you think I don't exist?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, then tell me, what name should I write?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, turned her face away and said, "How do I know? You ask him."

Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a helpless expression.

Luo Qingzhou took a look at the displeased mother-in-law, stretched out his hand, took the pen from Second Miss Qin, crossed out the word "falling ink", and rewritten two words in Miss Qin Second's handwriting : Moon ink.

Song Ruyue squinted her eyes, turned her face away, looked out the window, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

Qin Weimo held back her smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, can you see this name?"

"Hmph, whatever you write, it has nothing to do with me."

Song Ruyue finished speaking with a cold face, and immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is coming."

It seemed that they were afraid they would change again.

Pearl hurried over, reaching out to pick it up.

Tang Jiasong, who was blocked by Luo Qingzhou, hurriedly said: "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can I take a look?"

Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and generously handed the rice paper to him.

Song Ruyue glanced at her, her eyes flickering.

Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and stared at it seriously.

He had a sneer at the corner of his mouth at first, thinking that no matter what the poem was, he would find faults and comment on it, but after he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.

"By the way, Jiasong, didn't you just say that you also wrote a song? Here is the pen and ink, write it down quickly, let's have a look first, and then send it up."

Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile all over her face.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, secretly wondering: Why does this mother-in-law look a little dark-bellied?How could it seem like she was deliberately teasing and beating this guy she called "Jia Baoyu"?

Hearing this, Tang Jiasong's expression froze and his face turned red.

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, he lowered his head, returned the words in his hand, and said with embarrassment: "Aunt Song, I'm... I just suddenly remembered that poem, and it still has some flaws, so I won't show it for the time being." ..."

Zhu'er took the rice paper in his hand, and quickly walked towards the oiran who was collecting the works on the stage.

"Oh."

Song Ruyue said "oh", and didn't force it any more, she still smiled and said: "It's okay, then after you have revised it, just write it for me."

Tang Jiasong's face was stiff, he didn't dare to raise his head, he cupped his hands and said, "Well, Jiasong will definitely work hard to revise it."

Unexpectedly, Song Ruyue added another sentence: "Don't worry, just revise slowly. I believe that with Yi Jiasong's talent, the revised works will definitely be better than my incompetent son-in-law. Hmph, this kid just thought about it. After thinking about it for a while, without typing the draft, I just read it casually without changing a single word, without any respect for the work! Compared with you, Jiasong, you are far behind!"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even stiffer, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He felt ashamed and dared not stay any longer. He red-faced and cupped his hands, "Song... Aunt Song, well, I still have friends over there. Go say hello and come back later."

Song Ruyue smiled and said, "Go ahead, there will be a second scene later, I believe you will be able to make better poems."

Tang Jiasong didn't dare to answer any more, blushed, and hurriedly retreated.

After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared, and her face sank.

Qin Weimo glanced at her, and asked in doubt: "Mother, you...you seem to suddenly dislike that Mr. Tang?"

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "What do you mean I suddenly don't like that Mr. Tang? Have I ever liked him?"

Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment, then said weakly: "Yesterday my mother was full of praise for him..."

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, and said angrily, "I didn't! You got it wrong!"

Qin Weimo: "..."

After a while, Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "That person is no good, Wei Mo, don't see him again in the future, and don't talk to him again. Hmph, your Aunt Zhang is just unreliable, whoever you introduced, the family Not to mention the poor jingle, but also loves to brag. And that sneaky look, it doesn't look like a good person."

When Qin Weimo heard this, he looked curious: "Mother, where is Mr. Tang sneaking around?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said: "Looks, appearance, demeanor, temperament. Let me tell you, Mom has seen a lot of people who like to put on airs. They act differently in front of them, and they act differently behind their backs. On the surface, they are more like a good person than anyone else, but they do all kinds of bad things in secret. I don't like him when I see him today, this is my mother's intuition. Mother's intuition is always right. Don't worry, mother will not push you into the fire pit. "

Luo Qingzhou listened by the side, thinking to himself, this mother-in-law has two talents, she is not a stupid woman who can only be narcissistic and arrogant.

Qin Weimo blinked suddenly, and said in a low voice: "Mother, can you recognize brother-in-law? What kind of person do you think brother-in-law is?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the young man next to her, rolled her eyes, and said only two words: "Idiot!"

Qin Weimo bit her pink lips, gave a low laugh, and took a peek at the young man next to her, her beautiful eyes watered, and she didn't dare to speak again.

Soon.

The voice of Huakui Wuyi suddenly came from the stage: "Guests, please be quiet, the results of this first poetry competition have already come out. But for the sake of fairness and to make everyone feel convinced, so the top three works, The ranking has not been finalized yet. After the little girl reads out these three works, everyone can comment on it. If the ranking is inappropriate, the seniors will discuss and comment again."

As soon as these words came out, the hall, which was still noisy just now, immediately fell silent.

Oiran held three sheets of rice paper in his hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one first.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their eyes were burning, and their hearts were secretly looking forward to, among them were their own works.

Qin Weimo was not worried at all.

She turned her head, looked at the young man beside her, her eyes moved, and she asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, is it good-looking?"

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look away from the stage, looked at her and said, "It's not pretty."

There was a playful look on Qin Weimo's mouth, a smile that was not a smile: "Weimo is asking... Weimo himself. Brother-in-law, does Weimo not look good?"

Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, another "cough cough" sound came from beside him.

Song Ruyue glared at him with a cold face.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to speak again.

At this time, the oiran on the stage had already begun to read the first piece of work.

"Yongmei."

(End of this chapter)