My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 107 Shocking words!

On the stage.

Oiran Wuyi began to enliven the atmosphere, preparing to announce the second competition.

When the Qin family's mother and daughter were thinking about each other, Tang Jiasong walked over with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, the divination operator just now is really exquisite and amazing."

Song Ruyue looked at him with a smile all over her face: "It's just so-so, it's a pity that Jiasong didn't come up with your poems to compete, otherwise you would definitely beat that guy called Yuemo."

Tang Jiasong: "..."

At this time, the oiran on the stage had already announced the title of the second competition.

"Today's bright moon is bright and clear, and the beautiful scenery is beautiful on a good day. The theme of this second competition is the bright moon. There is no limit to the poems, and the time for a stick of incense, everyone must work hard."

"The bright moon as the topic?"

When Tang Jiasong heard this, his eyes lit up and he was secretly happy.

He happened to come across a song at home a few days ago, it happened to be about Mingyue, and he polished it for a few days, it is definitely a rare masterpiece.

The opportunity is coming!

A stiff smile appeared on his face, he cupped his hands again to Song Ruyue, and said respectfully: "Aunt Song, this junior missed the first competition, and I don't want to miss this second competition. Later The younger generation made it, and I hope that Aunt Song and Miss Qin can help teach me a thing or two."

"Again?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, muttering inwardly.

Song Ruyue said with a smile all over her face: "Okay, you can just work here later, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready-made."

After speaking, he looked at someone and his smile disappeared.

Qin Weimo also looked over.

Luo Qingzhou was silent.

Seeing this scene, Tang Jiasong felt relieved, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he cupped his hands again and said: "Brother Qin, I will finish the work later, I hope you can help me to correct me."

Qin Weimo frowned slightly, and wanted to correct his address, but hesitated for a while, and didn't speak.

Luo Qingzhou didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing his enthusiasm, he could only say: "I don't know poetry, sorry."

The corner of Tang Jiasong's mouth twitched, he smiled awkwardly, and had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

Qin Weimo pursed his lips slightly.

Tang Jiasong looked at her with a smile on his face again, and said politely: "Miss Qin, it's not convenient to write while standing down. I'll read later, and Miss Qin can help me write on the paper. Is it possible?"

Qin Weimo frowned, and when he was about to decline politely, Song Ruyue at the side smiled and said, "Jiasong, do you have a draft yet?"

Tang Jiasong smiled and said, "It has."

Song Ruyue said "oh", then turned her head and said to the little maid standing beside her, "Zhu'er, come and study ink, he will read, let Wei Mo write."

With a promise, Pearl came over and picked up the ink stick.

When Tang Jiasong heard this, the smile on his face became brighter, his Adam's apple twitched, and he hurried over, ready to read poems near Second Miss Qin.

Before he got close, he suddenly bumped into the arms of a figure with a "bang".

Looking up, the smile froze.

Luo Qingzhou stood between him and Second Miss Qin, but looked at the stage in the distance, as if he didn't see him.

Tang Jiasong's face darkened, and when he was about to speak, Song Ruyue yelled coldly: "You dare to look around! I'll goug out your eyes again! That brothel girl is so pretty? He took your soul away, right? Let you come and read Poetry, haven't you heard?"

After Tang Jiasong was stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that the muscles on his face twitched.

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, turned sideways, and looked at the mother-in-law.

The two looked at each other.

Song Ruyue stared: "Who do you think I'm talking about?"

Qin Weimo secretly stretched out her slender fingers from below, tugged at his clothes, and said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, read quickly..."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Did he say he was going to do it?

But when he lowered his head and looked at the girl's charming and pitiful pleading eyes, his heart suddenly softened again.

Hey, I owe you...

Do good deeds to the end, send Buddha to the west.

Luo Qingzhou sighed softly, moved closer, and lowered his head.

Seeing this, Qin Weimo lowered her head and muttered in a low voice: "Brother-in-law really has it... or mother understands brother-in-law..."

Song Ruyue on the side frowned, always feeling that this sentence was a bit strange.

Without thinking about it, she suddenly smiled at Tang Jiasong with a stiff face: "Jiasong, wait a moment, let Wei Mo compose a song first, and you help guide the ax to correct it, and then you can do it again."

A smile appeared on Tang Jiasong's face, he cupped his hands and said nothing.

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

Qin Weimo held a pen in his hand, with thick eyelashes drooping, and said softly.

Luo Qingzhou groaned for a while, and decided to do something serious this time, so that the guy wouldn't dare to pester and show off.

He lowered his head and approached, sniffing the faint fragrance of the girl's body, glanced at the girl's beautiful and reddish side face, then looked at her delicate white hands, and said in a low voice: "Ci Pai, Shui Tiao Ge Tou..."

The girl fell into ink.

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven."

The pen in the girl's hand trembled, then she clenched it tightly and continued writing.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Luo Qingzhou finished reading in one go.

The girl shook her bare hands lightly, outlining with pen and ink, each and every one of the beautiful small characters, soon covered the snow-white rice paper.

After finishing writing, she couldn't help but looked up at him suddenly, with complicated eyes, she murmured softly: "Brother-in-law...you shouldn't marry..."

"Cough cough!"

The coughing sound from the side brought her back to her senses.

The girl lowered her head, looked at the pen and ink on the paper, looked dazed for a moment, and wrote the inscription: Falling ink.

Song Ruyue, who was peeking aside, immediately said, "Ahem!"

The girl put away her pen, carefully picked up the rice paper on the table, and couldn't help but read it again from the beginning, with a complicated expression on her face, she murmured: "This kind of poetry, how can a mortal be able to make it..."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Ruyue could only remind her anxiously: "The name is spelled wrong."

The girl turned her head to look at her, with a hint of stubbornness in her weak eyes, and said softly: "Mother, this song, Wei Mo wants to write this name, is it okay?"

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, her eyes suddenly became gentle, she turned her face away, and looked out the window: "It's up to you."

The girl whispered: "Thank you mother."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the words in her hand reluctantly, hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen again, and copied it on another piece of rice paper.

Not a single word has changed.

Then, she picked up the second piece of rice paper, handed it to Zhu'er beside her and said, "Zhu'er, send it up."

Zhu'er took it and was about to take it away when Tang Jiasong who was beside him hurriedly said, "Miss Qin, can I take a look?"

Only then did Qin Weimo think of him, hesitated for a while, seemed a little bit unbearable, but still nodded and said: "Well, Mr. Tang, just take a look."

Song Ruyue turned her head, gloating.

Tang Jiasong took the rice paper from Zhu'er, lowered his head, and stared at it.

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

After reading the first few sentences, his heart was shocked and his hands began to tremble.

After reading the entire poem, his hand holding the rice paper was already shaking, his face turned slightly pale, and he looked devastated.

He was dazed for a moment, didn't speak any more, handed the rice paper to Zhu'er, bowed deeply to everyone, then turned and left without saying a word.

Never came again.

Song Ruyue curled her lips with a look of contempt and boredom.

Pearl took the work and left.

Song Ruyue hesitated for a moment, stood up and said: "Weimo, I'll go tell your Aunt Zhang and the others, it's getting late, we should go back."

Qin Weimo glanced at her and nodded slightly.

It turned out that mother was also thinking about her brother-in-law.

As soon as the lyrics came out, those people in the backstage would probably come out immediately, looking for the writers one by one, and it would be troublesome at that time.

Song Ruyue was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something, turned her head and glanced at the two of them, and immediately said to Luo Qingzhou with a straight face: "You come with me. Let the two of you stay alone, I don't know what to do again What an outrageous thing!"

Qin Weimo's face turned red.

Luo Qingzhou was speechless and could only follow behind.

Qin Weimo looked at his back, thinking about the words just now, in a daze.

Qiu'er stood by and was about to speak when a figure suddenly walked over.

Song Ruyue came to the table of those ladies, and when she was about to say goodbye, she was forced to sit there.

"Jiyue, why go back so early? The second competition is not over yet, and my nephew also participated. Let's take a look at him later, he must be on the list."

"By the way, Ruyue, how is that Tang family scholar? How are you and Weimo doing?"

"Has Wei Mo taken a fancy to him? I think that man is a good-looking person, and he treats people and things well. He's a good son-in-law."

Several noble ladies chattered and asked non-stop.

Song Ruyue perfunctory for a while, seeing that there was no way to leave early, she could only say to Luo Qingzhou who was standing beside her, "You go to Wei Mo's first, and Qiu'er and Qiu'er take good care of Wei Mo, I'll be there later."

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and stepped back.

But when he came to the seat just now, he suddenly found that Miss Qin Er was no longer there.

Qiu'er still stood by.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and asked, "Where is Second Miss?"

Qiu'er replied: "Miss Song called me away just now, and Miss Song said she had something to say to Second Miss. The servant girl was going to follow, but Miss Song refused to let her, saying that she would take good care of Miss."

Luo Qingzhou frowned: "Miss Song? Song Zixi?"

Qiu'er nodded.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at the crowd, but he didn't see their figures, but he saw the girls who were upstairs just now.

When they were upstairs, Song Zixi stayed with those people the whole time.

At this time, why would she talk to Miss Qin Er alone?And when he and that mother-in-law are not around?
Even if you want to whisper, there are empty seats in the corners of the hall.

"Qiu'er, did you see where Miss Song took Second Miss?"

Luo Qingzhou suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart, and asked quickly.

Qiu'er looked towards the stairs not far away, and said, "Miss Song is supporting Miss Er, it seems that she is going upstairs."

Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled, and he said: "You wait here, if Madam comes back, leave her here and don't go anywhere."

Qiu'er was taken aback, but Luo Qingzhou had already left in a hurry and went upstairs before she answered.

As soon as he got to the second floor, he suddenly saw Song Zixi in a blue dress, walking out of the front cabin room alone in a hurry.

When he saw him, Song Zixi hurried over and said anxiously: "Mr. Luo! Hurry up, go and see Weimo! She fainted suddenly in the room just now, she seems to be ill..."

　Thanks to the leader of "Scattered in the Morning Mist" for the reward!I have rewarded a few lords, thank you!
　
(End of this chapter)