"Wei Mo."
Several girls asked Qin Weimo to sit down and started talking to her.
At the same time, he would occasionally glance at the young man who was standing not far away, secretly wondering why he didn't come over.
Judging from his clothes and temperament, he should be a scholar, not a servant or something.
One of the girls in the blue skirt recognized Luo Qingzhou and whispered, "Wei Mo, your brother-in-law looks so shy. Is he afraid to come over?"
The girl in the blue skirt was Song Zixi, who had invited Luo Qingzhou to Jubao Pavilion a few days ago.
"Brother-in-law?"
"Is that young man Wei Mo's brother-in-law?"
"Zi Xi, is he the Young Master Luo you mentioned?"
Upon hearing this, the other girls all showed a hint of surprise on their faces, and at the same time, they all felt a little regretful in their hearts.
It turns out that he had been married for a long time, and even married into the wife's family.
Song Zixi nodded, stood up and took the initiative to greet Luo Qingzhou, saying: "Mr. Luo, my sisters and I were just talking about you. Everyone praised your saying that the white snow still thinks spring is late, so it penetrates the trees in the courtyard and turns into flying flowers."
The girls all nodded modestly as a greeting.
Luo Qingzhou politely bowed his hands, and seeing that the seat next to him was empty, he asked the maid who was placing snacks nearby, "Can I sit here?"
The maid nodded and said, "Please go ahead, sir. There is no room for guests here."
Luo Qingzhou thanked him and sat down next to him.
It's too awkward to stand there all the time.
There were only women over there and there were no seats left, so it was not convenient for him to go over there.
Qin Weimo saw him sitting there, his lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but he held back.
The other girls laughed and chatted again.
Meng Yulan said something to the girls and asked them to take good care of Wei Mo. Then she came to Luo Qingzhou and said with a smile, "Master Luo, if you need anything, just tell the maid. I have to go downstairs to receive the guests, so I'll leave now."
Luo Qingzhou stood up and said, "Miss Meng, just go and get busy."
Meng Yulan smiled, looked at him once more, and left quickly, with the dagger at his waist swinging back and forth, which was particularly eye-catching.
Luo Qingzhou sat down and couldn't help but think of the explanation in the book.
Most of the martial arts practiced by today's warriors are fist and foot skills.
Those who practice weapons are in the minority.
Because weapons are too expensive.
Of course warriors can afford ordinary weapons.
But the weapons used by warriors cannot be ordinary weapons.
The only ones who can fight against warriors are naturally warriors and powerful monsters. Ordinary weapons can hardly cause any harm to the opponent, and will only restrict their hands if they are held in their hands.
As he is already in the muscle-strengthening stage, it is difficult to cause serious damage to him with an ordinary kitchen knife or sword. Instead, it will delay the best opportunity to attack.
If the warrior is more powerful, those ordinary swords and knives will be powerless.
As for the monsters, their skin and flesh are even thicker and tougher, and it is difficult to hurt them with ordinary swords and knives.
Therefore, if warriors want to practice weapon cultivation, they can only use special materials to refine weapons, and they must also rely on weapons engraved with runes by weapon refining masters, in order for them to be useful.
However, those weapons are extremely expensive.
Ordinary warriors, don’t even think about it.
Therefore, it is better to practice the boxing and kicking techniques honestly.
Moreover, when fists and feet are trained to the extreme, they are themselves extremely powerful weapons, and are more agile and explosive than external weapons.
Just now, Miss Meng had a short knife on her waist. I wonder if she was specializing in weapons, or using it for decoration, or to assist 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.
And downstairs, it seemed that a performance had already begun.
The sounds of many people cheering and applauding came one after another from below.
The girls in the corner were still chatting as if no one was around.
When Luo Qingzhou was about to review the muscle-strengthening techniques in his mind, a fragrant breeze suddenly blew over from the side.
Song Zixi, who was wearing a blue dress and had a graceful figure, walked over with a smile and said, "Mr. Luo, you look lonely sitting here alone. Can I sit down and talk to you?"
Of course Luo Qingzhou had no reason to refuse, so he nodded and turned to look at the statue.
Qin Weimo also happened to look over, with a hint of apology and helplessness in his eyes, as if to say: Brother-in-law, it's not that Weimo doesn't want to come and accompany you, but that he can't leave...
"Mr. Luo, what are you reading at home recently? Are there any interesting books you can recommend to me?"
Song Zixi sat down opposite and took the initiative to speak.
Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "They are all some exam preparation books, the Four Books and Five Classics, Great Yan culture, etc. I don't think Miss Song will be interested."
Song Zixi smiled upon hearing this, with a light in her eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Luo, I recently heard that a story called "Romance of the West Chamber" has been circulated, and it has been passed on by word of mouth among various wealthy ladies, and they are full of praise. I heard that the original version was circulated from the Qin Mansion. Mr. Luo, do you know who wrote it?"
Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "I have never heard of it."
It should be that his mother-in-law showed it off.
Song Zixi smiled and did not ask any more questions. He said, "Mr. Luo, I know your talent. Later, those talented people will compete in poetry. Mr. Luo, don't miss it. I believe that with Mr. Luo's talent, he will definitely make a big splash tonight. Zixi will wait and see."
Luo Qingzhou was about to speak when Zhu'er suddenly walked up quickly. When she passed by him, she glanced at him, then at Song Zixi. Without saying a word, she quickly walked to the table of the girls and said, "Miss, the Madam wants you to come down."
Qiu'er, who was standing next to Qin Weimo, asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
Zhu Er hesitated for a moment, but still said, "There is a Mr. Tang talking to Madam downstairs, and he asked about Miss, so Madam asked me to call Miss downstairs."
Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if he thought of something.
She almost subconsciously turned her head and looked at Luo Qingzhou.
"Miss, the lady is waiting."
Zhu'er was a little anxious.
She was afraid that the young lady would not be able to continue to be stubborn, and then the lady would be embarrassed in public. Given the lady's proud personality, she would definitely be in trouble.
Qin Weimo did not make things difficult for her. He nodded, apologized to the other girls, and left his seat with Qiu'er's help.
When she reached Luo Qingzhou's seat, she stopped and said softly, "Brother-in-law, can you come with me?"
There was a hint of pleading in his tone.
Luo Qingzhou stood up without hesitation, bowed and said goodbye to Song Zixi.
Song Zixi smiled and said, "Aunt Song has something to talk to you about, so you guys go down first, and we'll go down later, too. I guess the poetry competition will start soon."
Luo Qingzhou followed the worried Second Miss and slowly went downstairs.
Downstairs, an artist invited from the brothel was playing the piano.
The figure playing the piano is lightly covered by a thin veil, and is vaguely visible behind the curtain, which seems to give people a sense of mystery and tempt people to find out what's going on.
Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin Er and walked to a seat by the window on the right.
Song Ruyue was sitting there alone. A young man in a Confucian robe was standing in front of the table, holding a folding fan. He was slightly bent over and talking to her politely.
The young man was of medium height, handsome, and had a good temperament. He had a comfortable smile on his face, spoke softly, and looked gentle.
While talking to him, Song Ruyue looked at him from time to time.
"Mother."
Qin Weimo, supported by Qiu'er, walked over slowly and called out softly.
Hearing the voice, the young man turned sideways and looked at her. His eyes suddenly lit up. He exerted a little force with the five fingers holding the folding fan. He still maintained a polite smile on his face and quickly looked at the ground.
Song Ruyue said, "Wei Mo, this is Mr. Tang."
Then he said to the young man, "Jiasong, this is my daughter Weimo. She knows a little bit about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is a quiet person and likes to stay in the house. She doesn't like to come out and communicate with others."
Tang Jiasong immediately bowed his head and said, "Miss Qin, I have heard of your name for a long time. I have admired you for a long time. I must read Miss Qin's poems every day. She is really as good as men. She is not inferior to those men."
Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
At this time, the brothel's top dancer, Niaoniao and Nana, who was hosting tonight's poetry gathering, walked onto the stage and announced with a smile the start of tonight's poetry contest.
The talented writers and ladies gathered in the audience were all ready to fight.
Song Ruyue said, "Come and sit down, and read Jiasong's poems later."
Tang Jiasong smiled and said, "Don't let Miss Qin laugh at you. I am not very knowledgeable and cannot compare with those talented people. I will just join in the fun later."
Qin Weimo nodded at him politely, and with Qiu'er's help, sat down on the soft seat next to him.
As soon as he sat down, he waved to Luo Qingzhou who was standing not far away and said, "Brother-in-law, come here... Stand closer."
Tang Jiasong was stunned for a moment and turned 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 to move to the side, still maintaining an elegant smile on his face, and bowed and said: "This is..."
Qin Weimo said politely: "My brother-in-law."
Tang Jiasong smiled awkwardly, and could only bow to Luo Qingzhou and asked, "What is your name, sir?"
Luo Qingzhou did not return the greeting. He looked at the stage with a wooden face and ignored him, as if he had not heard him.
When this person saw Miss Qin Er for the first time, he thought to himself: What a sickly and delicate little beauty! Although I heard that Miss Qin is dying and is anxious to find a husband just to bring her good luck, I won't suffer any loss. If I marry this little beauty, the Qin family's wealth will be at my fingertips. Even if it's only a small part, it will be enough for me to be happy. When she dies of illness...
After hearing this, Luo Qingzhou stopped listening.
Is this the Jia Baoyu-like person his mother-in-law mentioned? He is really blind...
Forget it, let him block it for the second young lady.
Seeing that he ignored him, Tang Jiasong's smile froze, and he could only bow to Song Ruyue and said, "Aunt Song, this young master..."
"Don't talk yet, just listen to her questions."
Song Ruyue looked intently at the courtesan on the stage and waved her hand to interrupt him.
Tang Jiasong gave a stiff smile and had to look at the stage. Then he took a few steps forward, listening carefully, his eyes fixed on the graceful and sexy body on the stage.
At this time, the courtesan named Wu Yi announced the topic of the first poetry contest.
"After discussion among several seniors, the theme of this first contest is "Plum Blossom". I'm sure many guests know why this theme was chosen. A while ago, a masterpiece with plum blossom as the theme was circulated... Falling into mud and turning into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."
"Almost everyone praised this poem, but there were also many talented people who were not convinced, so within a few days, various new works were produced..."
"Of course, I don't mean that your works must be better than this poem. Everyone should do their best. There is no limit to the poems..."
While the graceful and beautiful courtesan was speaking on the stage, Qin Weimo turned around and looked at the young man next to her.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou was also looking at the courtesan above.
"Brother-in-law, does it look good?"
The girl suddenly asked in a low voice.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then he looked away from the stage and said to her, "Second Miss, you mean..."
Qin Weimo pursed his lips and said, "Is the stage... good-looking?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned and nodded.
Qin Weimo's eyebrows moved, and he asked, "Where is the beauty on the stage?"
Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched. Just when he didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly looked at him coldly and said, "You'd better think carefully before answering."
It turned out that the two of them were whispering just now, and she had been eavesdropping beside them.
Qin Weimo's cheeks turned slightly red.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look at his mother-in-law again and heard what was in her heart: If this brat dares to say that the girl in the brothel is pretty, I will make him pay when he goes back tonight!
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "It doesn't look good."
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and snorted, "You say one thing and mean another. She's so beautiful and has a great figure, how can she not be pretty?"
Luo Qingzhou could only whisper: "If the mother-in-law and the second young lady were not here, she would naturally be fine."
"Um?"
Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously. She said coldly: "What do you mean? Explain it clearly!"
Qin Weimo pursed his lips slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "How can the light of a firefly compete with the brightness of the bright moon? When the moon is in the sky, even the brightest stars will be eclipsed."
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, and muttered a few words silently. The curve of the corners of her mouth could no longer be suppressed. She had to turn her face away, snorted coldly, and continued to look at the stage. She didn't say anything else. She quickly repeated this sentence silently in her heart many times to write it down.
Qin Weimo's beautiful eyes flickered, and she smiled as she whispered, "It turns out my brother-in-law can also speak sweet words 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 for a moment and said, "It's okay, just use it."
There was actually nothing wrong with this word, but in his era, this word had become a special word between lovers. When Miss Qin Er suddenly said it just now, he was naturally shocked.
At this time, many people have returned to their seats and started to consider poems with the theme of "plum".
After half an incense stick of time.
Tang Jiasong, who had been pondering for a long time, suddenly turned around and walked back, smiling and bowing, saying, "Miss Qin, can you do it? I just had an idea and came up with a poem. It may still have some flaws. I hope the second lady can help correct it."
Qin Weimo glanced at him and said politely and softly, "Weimo hasn't made it yet."
After hearing this, Song Ruyue turned around and said, "Has Jiasong finished it? He is really quick-witted."
Then he said to Zhu'er beside him, "Go get someone to bring pen and ink, and have Young Master Tang write it down. We'll take a look first, and then send it up for competition later."
Tang Jiasong's face was all smiles.
Zhu'er hurried over to ask other maids for pen and ink.
Tang Jiasong still looked at the weak girl in front of him and said with a smile: "Miss Qin, this poem of mine..."
"Brother-in-law, what about yours?"
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Weimo suddenly looked at Luo Qingzhou beside him.
As soon as these words were spoken, not only Tang Jiasong was stunned and looked over, but Song Ruyue also immediately pricked up her ears, but her eyes were still looking elsewhere.
Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled when he heard this, and said: "Second Miss, I..."
"Brother-in-law..."
Qin Weimo called out softly again, her brows furrowed, her lips slightly pouting, and there was a hint of pleading and even a hint of coquettishness in her eyes as she looked at him.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned, then understood.
Does she not want to have any more entanglement with this Mr. Tang in front of her, so she wants him to take action and leave the other party with no chance to show his abilities
"Madam, the pen and ink are here."
At this time, Zhuer brought over pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Tang Jiasong tugged at his sleeves and was about to step forward, but Song Ruyue suddenly turned around and said coldly, "Luo Qingzhou, I saw you were dismissive when Young Master Tang spoke to you just now. Just now when Young Master Tang said he wanted to write a poem, you sneered. It seems that you look down on this Young Master Tang, am I right?"
After these words were spoken, Tang Jiasong's face darkened slightly.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly snorted again, "Zhu'er, grind the ink and give the pen to this arrogant guy who looks down on Mr. Tang. Let him write a poem. If he succeeds, whether it is good or bad, I will forgive his rudeness. If he fails, hehe, he doesn't need to get off the boat tonight."
Qin Weimo frowned and looked at the gorgeous courtesan on the stage.
The courtesan will probably stay on the boat tonight, right
There are other prostitutes, rich girls, officials, talented women, noble ladies...
"Uncle, here's a pen for you."
Zhu'er forced the pen into Luo Qingzhou's hand, then picked up the ink block and began to grind the ink in the inkstone.
Qin Weimo glanced at the ink block in her hand, his lips moved, and his hands on his legs also moved a little, as if he wanted to speak, but ultimately did not dare to.
Luo Qingzhou held the pen, feeling the hostility coming from Mr. Tang next to him, and looked at Miss Qin Er again, then clenched the pen in his hand without hesitation.
at this time.
Many talented men and women have finished their works, written them furiously, and then submitted them.
There were also many people who were still frowning, thinking hard.
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment, raised his pen to dip it in ink, and was about to start writing when a snow-white hand suddenly reached out from the side and stopped his pen.
The ink from the pen tip was just a hair's breadth away from falling onto her soft, boneless little hand.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned, meeting those clear eyes that were rippling like water.
The girl whispered: "Brother-in-law, you read and I will write..."
There was a hint of doubt in Luo Qingzhou's eyes, but after just a moment, he suddenly understood.
It wasn't that I heard her voice.
He didn't know why he saw through the girl's feelings so quickly.
—He can't appear on stage tonight.
The guests tonight are too complicated.
She was thinking about him.
As for Mr. Tang beside him, his words are not enough to prove his point.
Besides, this person probably doesn't want this matter to be spread more than anyone else.
Luo Qingzhou handed the pen in his hand to the little white hand.
Their fingertips touched.
The girl's hand trembled slightly, she clenched the pen and lowered her head.
“Ahem.”
Song Ruyue's cold warning came from the side: "Are you sneaking around again? Do you think I don't exist?"
"Brother-in-law, read..."
The girl's cheeks were slightly red, and she held the pen and spoke softly.