In the courtyard, snowflakes are flying.
A tall girl in a light purple dress was standing in the yard with a whip in her hand and a smug look on her face. On the ground in front of her was a branch.
Song Ruyue and her daughter, wearing the same snow-white fox fur coat, stood under the eaves and watched, surrounded by maids and nannies.
Song Ruyue smiled and said, "Meijiao is really amazing, a woman is just as good as a man!"
The other maids and nannies also echoed the praises and were full of praise.
But when Luo Qingzhou stepped into the yard, the sounds suddenly stopped.
When Nangong Meijiao saw him, the smugness on her face instantly turned into arrogance. She put away the whip, twisted her hips, turned around and went back to the eaves.
The smile on Song Ruyue's face also turned cold.
Only the weak girl being supported by Qiu'er under the eaves still had a smile on her face and tenderness in her eyes.
Song Ruyue, along with Nangong Meijiao and a group of maids and servants, turned around and went into the house and sat down in the living room.
Luo Qingzhou stopped in the courtyard, not knowing whether he should go in.
Qin Weimo whispered under the eaves: "Brother-in-law, come in..."
When Luo Qingzhou came closer, the weak girl looked at him tenderly and chuckled softly: "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, Wei Mo will protect you."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
The girl chuckled and gestured for him to come into the house.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to gather his energy and go in. He walked to the young and beautiful woman sitting in the main seat in the living room, bowed his head and said, "Mother-in-law, you called Qingzhou, what do you want?"
Song Ruyue held the teacup, lowered her head and took a sip slowly, then looked up at him and said, "Can you write a few poems with great momentum, preferably about lofty ambitions, achievements, or national affairs?"
Luo Qingzhou said without hesitation: "No."
"Um?"
Song Ruyue paused for a moment, then slowly placed the cup on the table next to her. She looked at him coldly and said, "No?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "Qingzhou is stupid and really can't do it."
After thinking about it carefully just now, he couldn't do these thankless tasks.
These poems are dedicated to the eldest princess.
Poems that discuss national affairs and wars are different from those about love and romance. If they are not well written or the meaning is wrong, and someone with ulterior motives finds fault with them, wouldn't that be asking for trouble
Anyway, he is just a son-in-law and has no right to see the eldest princess, let alone flatter her. Why bother
Song Ruyue's face darkened and she looked at him unkindly.
Qin Weimo said softly, "Mother, everyone has different literary styles. It's understandable that my brother-in-law is not good at writing poems like that. Sister Meijiao just said that the princess also likes painting. Weimo can draw a picture and then think of a poem to write on it. Although it may not be presentable, it is always from the heart. The princess should not blame me. Then mother can give some other gifts to add icing on the cake."
"snort!"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly and rolled her eyes, saying, "Some people, I don't know what's the point of keeping him. At the critical moment, he is not even as good as a weak woman."
Nangong Meijiao sat aside drinking tea, with a cold and arrogant look on her face, not saying a word.
Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said nothing.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Ruyue was immediately furious. Just as she was about to slam the table in anger, Qin Weimo quickly said, "Mother, let's do this. Weimo will draw a picture, and let brother-in-law write a short story, or a poem that uses the scenery to describe people. This should also be possible."
Song Ruyue snorted sarcastically: "Will he?"
Qin Weimo glanced at the young man standing respectfully in the hall and answered for him, "Brother-in-law will."
Song Ruyue's slender eyebrows jumped and she squinted at her.
Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, finally spoke up: "Wei Mo, are you very familiar with your brother-in-law? Do you even know all this?"
Qin Weimo said softly, "Sister Meijiao, my brother-in-law is very talented. Not only does Weimo know this, but mother also knows this. Everyone in the Qin Mansion knows this."
"Tsk, don't add me, I don't know!"
Song Ruyue sneered and turned away.
Nangong Meijiao smiled calmly: "Talented? If you are really talented, you can't just stick to one style. Even if you are not good at other styles, you can still do it. Weimo, don't be fooled."
Qin Weimo smiled softly: "Sister Meijiao, Weimo knows what's going on."
Nangong Meijiao frowned and looked at the young man standing in the hall again.
He looks good, but unfortunately he looks frail and no different from the other scholars.
She really couldn't understand why Qin Jianjia would marry such a person.
What’s even more confusing is that even the weak little cousin next to him seems to be completely bewitched by this guy.
Every time she came here to talk to her, she was heard talking about her brother-in-law, and every time she mentioned him, her eyes were shining.
It seemed as if she had no other topics to talk about except this guy.
Is this guy really that charming
How could she not see that
"Luo Qingzhou!"
Song Ruyue suddenly said sternly: "Can you do what Weimo just said?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, and looked at the weak girl next to him. When he was about to speak, Nangong Meijiao suddenly said, "Scholars read books not just to compose romantic poems. You should care about world affairs and national affairs. I heard Wei Mo talk about a few of your poems. Your writing is indeed decent, but your ideas are a bit petty. Apart from moaning without reason, they are just sentimental. If you can write some poems with lofty ambitions and ideas for the country, then you will be a real talent."
Song Ruyue said coldly: "Mei Jiao is right. Luo Qingzhou, can you do it?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said: "Qingzhou doesn't..."
"If you can't, go to my back garden and plant flowers now! You don't have to study anymore, just be a gardener and ask your maid to go too. From now on, neither you nor the servant can step out of the back garden again!"
Song Ruyue looked at him coldly and spoke harshly.
Luo Qingzhou looked up at her and suddenly heard what she was saying: How dare you! Today I must find a reason to teach this abominable boy a lesson, otherwise I will never be able to vent my anger!
Luo Qingzhou: "???"
Qin Weimo said softly, "Mother, even if you want my brother-in-law to do it, you should give him a few days. How can you ask him to do it right away? You... are bullying me."
"Um?"
Song Ruyue turned to look at him, glaring at him and said, "You said I bullied this kid?"
Then he stood up angrily and said angrily, "Do you know how your aunt Zhou's son-in-law lives every day? He has to get up before dawn every day, wait outside your aunt Zhou's door, wash clothes and sweep the floor, work like a slave, and do all the dirty and tiring work."
"Your aunt Zhou's daughter despised him. Even the maids dared to insult him, saying that he was not well fed and not well clothed. Your aunt Zhou even asked him to carry your sedan chair and drive the carriage, and she would slap him and whip him at any time."
"Which son-in-law in the mansion doesn't live like this? He is worse than a servant and can be bullied and scolded by anyone."
"Look at this kid again. What kind of life is he leading in our house? It's like living in heaven! He eats well and wears well. He doesn't have to do anything except study every day. He has maids serving him. He also has such a beautiful wife, sister-in-law and mother-in-law... Humph! He should burn incense and pray to Buddha. Amitabha!"
Qin Weimo lowered his head and dared not say another word.
In fact, she knew in her heart that what her mother said was right. Those who married into the other mansions had a very hard life and were even looked down upon by the maids and servants.
But…
In her heart, her brother-in-law is not comparable to an ordinary son-in-law.
My brother-in-law is talented and eloquent. He can compose poems and lyrics and write wonderful short stories. He is a good person with a good personality, and he can also... protect her and make her happy.
Anyway, her brother-in-law is a good person and she won't allow anyone to bully him.
Neither can mother.
Although she understood in her heart why her mother was so angry today.
Luo Qingzhou saw that his mother-in-law's face turned pale with anger, and her body was shaking as she spoke a series of words.
She seemed to feel sorry for her daughter and felt a little regretful, but she had not vented all her anger yet, so she could only hold it in.
After Miss Qin spoke for him, she lowered her head and pouted her lips as if she was being scolded. She seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to continue arguing for him.
Seeing that the mother and daughter, both wearing the same snow-white fox fur and equally beautiful, seemed to be arguing over him again, Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to speak to break the tense and oppressive atmosphere and said, "Mother-in-law, Qingzhou just thought about it and remembered a poem. I wonder if it is appropriate."
Song Ruyue looked at him angrily and said nothing.
Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to him, said, "Read it to me."
Qin Weimo also raised his head.
Song Ruyue suddenly said, "Zhu'er, go to the study and grind the ink, and ask Qiu'er to write it down. If he dares to fool me, this will be the last poem he writes in Qin's mansion!"
Zhu'er agreed and hurried into the study with Qiu'er.
Luo Qingzhou sighed inwardly, brewed his emotions for a while, and then he started to recite in a sonorous voice: "The golden sword and the white jade decoration shine through the window at night. The man has wasted his time and has not made any achievements. He holds the sword and looks at the world alone. He makes friends with all the extraordinary people in Beijing, and they share life and death with each other. It is a shame to be unknown in the history books for thousands of years, and I will repay the emperor with my loyalty. Since you joined the army, the South Mountain is as beautiful as jade in the morning snow. Alas! Although the three families of Chu can destroy Qin, how can the great Yan be empty!"
The tone of this poem is sonorous and powerful, without any pause. After reading it in one breath, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heroic ambition and boiling blood in his chest!
Although Song Ruyue didn't understand immediately, when she heard the momentum, her heart suddenly became awe-inspiring and the expression on her face changed.
After listening to this, Qin Weimo couldn't help but clench her hands. A blush of excitement suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks. Her eyes were shining and her lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but she just looked at the girl in the purple dress next to her.
Nangong Meijiao pondered for a while, as if savoring a few of the sentences.
After a while.
She looked at Song Ruyue and said, "Aunt, I have the gift for the princess. I think the princess will like this poem and Wei Mo's painting."
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