On stage.
The oiran Mai begins to liven up the atmosphere and prepares to announce the second competition.
When the mother and daughter of the Qin family were thinking about their own things, Tang Jiasong came over with a smile on his face and said, "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, the divination piece you just played was really exquisite and amazing."
Song Ruyue looked at him with a smile on her face: "It's just so-so. It's a pity that Jiasong didn't take out his poem to compete, otherwise you would definitely beat that guy called Yuemo."
Tang Jiasong: “…”
At this time, the courtesan on the stage had already announced the topic of the second competition.
"Today the moon is bright and clear, and the weather is beautiful. The second round of the competition will be themed on the moon. There is no limit to the poetry. The time limit is one stick of incense. Please work hard."
"The title is the bright moon?"
When Tang Jiasong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was secretly happy.
He just happened to come up with a poem at home a few days ago, which happened to be about the bright moon. He polished it carefully for several days and it is definitely a rare masterpiece.
The opportunity has come!
He showed a stiff smile on his face, and bowed to Song Ruyue again, saying respectfully: "Aunt Song, I missed the first competition, but I don't want to miss the second one. I hope Aunt Song and Miss Qin can give me some advice when I finish it later."
"Come again?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at him and muttered to himself.
Song Ruyue said with a smile on her face: "Sure, you can do it here later. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready."
After saying that, he looked at someone and his smile disappeared.
Qin Weimo also looked over here.
Luo Qingzhou was silent.
Seeing this, Tang Jiasong felt relieved. He raised his lips and bowed to him, saying, "Brother Qin, I hope you can give me some pointers when I finish my work."
Qin Weimo frowned slightly and wanted to correct his address, but hesitated and said nothing.
Luo Qingzhou didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but seeing how enthusiastic he was, he could only say, "I don't understand poetry, sorry."
The corner of Tang Jiasong's mouth twitched, and he smiled awkwardly and had 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 for me to write while standing. I will read it later, and Miss Qin will help write it on paper. Is that okay?"
Qin Weimo frowned and was about to decline when Song Ruyue, who was standing beside him, said with a smile on her face, "Jiasong, do you have an idea in mind?"
Tang Jiasong smiled and said, "Already have."
Song Ruyue said "Oh", turned to the little maid standing beside her and said: "Zhu'er, come here and grind the ink, he will read, let Wei Mo write."
Zhu'er agreed, walked over and picked up the ink stick.
When Tang Jiasong heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter, his Adam's apple moved, and he hurried over, ready to get close to Miss Qin Er and recite a poem.
Before he got close, he suddenly bumped into the arms of a figure with a "bang".
When he looked up, his smile froze.
Luo Qingzhou stood between him and Miss Qin Er, but his eyes were looking at the stage in the distance, as if he didn't see him.
Tang Jiasong's face darkened slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly shouted coldly, "How dare you look around! If you keep looking, I'll gouge out your eyes! Was that brothel girl so pretty? She seduced you away, didn't she? I asked you to come over and recite a poem, didn't you hear me?"
Tang Jiasong was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly reacted and the muscles on his face began to twitch.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, turned sideways and looked at his mother-in-law.
The two looked at each other.
Song Ruyue glared: "Who do you think I'm talking about?"
Qin Weimo secretly stretched out her slender jade fingers from below, tugged at his clothes, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, read quickly..."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
Did he say he was going to do it
But when he lowered his head and looked into the girl's touching, pitiful, pleading eyes, his heart couldn't help but soften again.
Hey, I owe you...
Do good things to the end and send them off to the west.
Luo Qingzhou sighed softly, moved closer and lowered his head.
Seeing this, Qin Weimo lowered his head and muttered softly: "Brother-in-law is really pregnant... Mother still understands brother-in-law..."
Song Ruyue on the side frowned, feeling that there was something strange about this sentence.
Without thinking any more, she suddenly smiled at Tang Jiasong, whose face was stiff, and said, "Jiasong, wait a moment. Let Wei Mo write a poem first. You can help guide and correct it, and then you can write the next one."
Tang Jiasong forced a smile on his face, cupped his hands, and said nothing.
"Brother-in-law, you can read now..."
Qin Weimo held a pen in her hand, with her thick eyelashes drooping, and spoke softly.
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and decided to do something more powerful this time, so that the guy would never dare to bother and show off again.
He lowered his head and moved closer, sniffing the faint fragrance of the girl. He glanced at the girl's beautiful and slightly red face, then looked at her delicate hands, and whispered: "Ci Pai, Water Melody Song Head..."
The girl put down the ink.
"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky."
"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 and continued writing.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it is impossible to have everything in life."
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
Luo Qingzhou finished reading it in one breath.
The girl waved her bare hands lightly, and the brush sketched out the beautiful little characters, which soon filled the snow-white rice paper.
After finishing writing, she suddenly couldn't help but look up at him, with a complicated look in her eyes, and murmured softly: "Brother-in-law... you shouldn't marry into the family..."
“Ahem!”
The sound of coughing beside her brought her back to her senses.
The girl lowered her head, looked at the ink on the paper, her expression dazed for a moment, and wrote the words: Ink fall.
Song Ruyue, who was peeking at the side, immediately said: "Ahem!"
The girl put down her brush and carefully picked up the rice paper on the table. She couldn't help but read it again from the beginning. With a complicated expression, she murmured, "This kind of poetry is not something that a mortal can write..."
"Cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Ruyue could only anxiously remind her: "The name is written wrong."
The girl turned her head and looked at her, a hint of stubbornness in her soft eyes, and said softly: "Mother, for this one, Wei Mo wants to write this name, is it okay?"
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then her eyes suddenly became gentle. She turned away and looked out the window: "Whatever you want."
The girl whispered, "Thank you, mother."
After saying this, she looked at the poem in her hand reluctantly, hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen again, and copied it again 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, take it up."
Zhu Er took it and was about to take it away when Tang Jiasong beside her hurriedly said, "Miss Qin, can I take a look?"
Qin Weimo just remembered him and hesitated for a moment, seeming a little reluctant, but still nodded and said: "Well, Mr. Tang, please take a look."
Song Ruyue turned her head with a look of gloating.
Tang Jiasong took the rice paper from Zhu'er, lowered his head and looked at it intently.
"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky..."
After reading only the first few sentences, his heart was shocked and his hands began to tremble.
After he finished reading the entire poem, his hands holding the rice paper were shaking uncontrollably, his face turned slightly pale, and he looked distraught.
He was stunned for a moment, without saying anything, handed the rice paper to Zhu'er, clasped his hands and bowed deeply to everyone, then turned and left without saying a word.
Never came again.
Song Ruyue curled her lips, looking disdainful and bored.
Zhuer left with the work.
Song Ruyue hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Wei Mo, I'll go tell your Aunt Zhang and the others that it's getting late and we should go back."
Qin Weimo glanced at her and nodded slightly.
It turns out that my mother was also thinking about my brother-in-law.
As soon as that poem is released, the people backstage will probably come out immediately and look for the person who wrote it one by one, which will then be troublesome.
Song Ruyue was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something. She turned her head to look at the two of them and immediately said to Luo Qingzhou with a stern face, "Come with me. If I leave you two alone together, I don't know what immoral things you will do!"
Qin Weimo's face turned red.
Luo Qingzhou was speechless and had to follow behind.
Qin Weimo looked at his back, thinking about the words he had just said, in a daze.
Qiu'er was standing aside and was about to speak when a figure suddenly walked over.
Song Ruyue came to the table of the noble ladies and was about to say goodbye when she was forced to sit there.
"Ruyue, why are you going back so early? The second round of the competition isn't over yet. My nephew is also participating. Let's take a look at his later. He will definitely be on the list."
"By the way, Ruyue, what about that Tang family scholar? How did you and Weimo see him?"
"Does Weimo like him? I think he's handsome and treats people well. He's a good son-in-law."
Several ladies were talking at once and asking questions non-stop.
Song Ruyue perfunctorily replied for a while, but seeing that she couldn't leave early, she could only say to Luo Qingzhou standing next to her: "You go to Wei Mo first, and Qiu'er take good care of Wei Mo. I'll be there later."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and retreated.
But when he came to his previous seat, he suddenly found that Miss Qin Er was gone.
Qiu'er still stood by.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where is the second young lady?"
Qiu Er replied, "Miss Song called me away just now. She said she had something to say to the Second Miss. I wanted to follow her, but Miss Song wouldn't let me. She said she would take good care of the young lady."
Luo Qingzhou frowned: "Miss Song? Song Zixi?"
Qiu'er nodded.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked at the crowd, but did not see them, but saw the girls who were just upstairs.
When upstairs, Song Zixi stayed with those people.
Why would she talk to Miss Qin Er alone at this time? And when he and his mother-in-law were 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 the second young lady?”
Luo Qingzhou suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart and asked hurriedly.
Qiu Er looked at the stairs not far away and said, "Miss Song is helping the Second Miss upstairs."
Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled, and he said, "You wait here. If the Madam comes back, leave her here and don't go anywhere."
Qiu'er was stunned. Before she could reply, Luo Qingzhou had already left in a hurry and went upstairs quickly.
As soon as I went up to the second floor, I suddenly saw Song Zixi, wearing a blue dress, walking out hurriedly from the front cabin alone.
When she saw him, Song Zixi ran over and said anxiously, "Mr. Luo! Quick, go check on Wei Mo! She just fainted in the room. It seems she had an attack..."
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