The atmosphere seemed to ease a little.
Although Nangong Meijiao did not directly praise the poem, this sentence clearly shows that the poem is very good.
Song Ruyue was naturally honored to receive praise from this arrogant princess from Kyoto.
The anger that I originally wanted to vent is no longer easy to vent.
She could only snort coldly, and glanced at the young man standing in the hall with his head bowed, saying: "Just make do, just do it so-so. You said you couldn't act like that, but now you're acting like that? It's ok to be humble in front of outsiders, but do you have to be so hypocritical in front of your own people?"
Qin Weimo weakly defended: "Mother, my brother-in-law may not have thought it through just now..."
Song Ruyue raised her eyebrows and glared at him again: "You are the only one who talks too much! I say one thing to him and you say two things to me. Am I the mother or is he the mother?"
Qin Weimo lowered his head.
Song Ruyue stood up, looked at the young man in the hall with a cold face and said: "Wei Mo will paint, and you can write poems. Go now. If you can think of better poems, you can write a few more. This time the princess came to Mo City, other families are vying to send gifts. If you can earn face for my Qin family, I will not be stingy. Whatever you want, I will give you."
After that, his eyes flashed again, and he looked at him coldly and said, "If you make merit, you can make up for the mistakes you make in the mansion in the future! Do you understand?"
Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, he bowed his head and said: "Yes."
Song Ruyue waved her hand and said, "Go to the study with Weimo and think carefully about what works you can show off. Don't go anywhere today. Just stay in the study and think carefully. Do you understand?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak when Qin Weimo stood up, walked to the study, and whispered, "Brother-in-law, come in quickly..."
Song Ruyue looked at him with a stern face and cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything more. He followed Miss Qin Er and walked to the door of the study. After hesitating for a moment, he took off his shoes and walked in.
Song Ruyue looked at the pair of shoes at the door and her eyes twitched.
Nangong Meijiao also stood up and said, "Unfortunately, no one knows anything about military affairs and war. The princess has loved reading military books and various books about war since she was a child. She learned many strategies of war from books. If someone presented a book like that, the princess would probably be so excited that she would not be able to sleep and would finish reading it."
Song Ruyue retracted her gaze towards the study and said, "Meijiao, how about we go to the bookstore outside and have a look?"
Nangong Meijiao shook her head: "The princess had finished reading Dayan's military books before she was twelve years old, so there's no need to waste time. Just give her something casually, there's no need to be too demanding, aunt."
"Why… "
Song Ruyue sighed: "Let's go and check on Chuan'er. Didn't you just say you wanted to watch him practice martial arts?"
The two walked out of the living room while talking.
Surrounded by maids and nannies, she went down the corridor.
When she walked into the yard, Song Ruyue looked back at the closed window of the study and frowned slightly.
Nangong Meijiao suddenly asked: "Aunt, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law are in the same room, a man and a woman alone, aren't you worried?"
Song Ruyue's eyes narrowed and she sneered, "What's there to worry about? I don't think that kid would dare to do anything out of line."
Nangong Meijiao glanced at her and said with a smile, "When he wasn't here, Auntie and Wei Mo were in unison, praising him in all kinds of ways. As soon as he came, Auntie turned cold and scolded him in all kinds of ways. Auntie, do you really treat him as one of your own family members?"
Song Ruyue sneered and said, "What family member? How can he, a son-in-law, be qualified? I praised him because I was following Wei Mo and didn't want to make him unhappy; I scolded him because I was afraid that he would get carried away and not know what was good for him!"
Nangong Meijiao smiled and said, "But Weimo's study is connected to the bedroom. As far as I know, even my uncle has never been in there, right?"
Song Ruyue didn't say anything else.
Nangong Meijiao did not ask any more questions, and could only say softly: "It can be seen that when he came, Weimo's eyes lit up. When Weimo talked to me before, he was still coughing, but when he came, Weimo got better. Aunt, I think I know what you mean."
Song Ruyue stopped outside the door and looked at the snowflakes in the distance. After a long silence, she whispered, "The doctor said that the girl... may not survive this winter..."
Nangong Meijiao fell silent after hearing this.
In the study.
The smoke is curling and the air is filled with hot air.
A delicate girl in a plain white dress took off her thick snow-white fox fur coat and sat down in front of the eucalyptus table.
Luo Qingzhou stood nearby, picked up the ink block, and slowly ground the ink in the inkstone. Looking at the elegant and slightly pale girl in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the embarrassing thing that happened last night.
Qin Weimo spread out a roll of snow-white rice paper, looked up at him and smiled, "Brother-in-law, the ink you grind must also be talented. If I paint with ink, it will definitely be better than before."
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Second Miss can joke around."
Qin Weimo's eyes curved: "When I'm with my brother-in-law, I always feel relaxed. I can't feel depressed even if I want to."
Luo Qingzhou's smile faded slightly, avoiding her gaze, lowering his head to grind ink and asked, "What is the second young lady going to paint?"
Qin Weimo looked at him a few more times before retracting his gaze. After thinking for a while, he said, "It should be more in line with the poem my brother-in-law just wrote."
"By the way, brother-in-law."
She looked up and asked, "Do you have any other poems?"
Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, she smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, have you discovered that mother actually knows you better than Wei Mo? Every time mother forced brother-in-law to write a poem, Wei Mo was very worried and nervous for brother-in-law, and wanted to persuade mother to spare brother-in-law, but every time brother-in-law could do it in one go, and each one was better than the last. Now that I think about it, mother really knows brother-in-law very well, doesn't she?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Could it be that she is simply trying to find fault with me and teach me a lesson?"
Qin Weimo smiled softly and said, "That's true, but you should know that when you're not around, or in front of Aunt Zhang and others, mother is always praising and showing off you."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment.
For some reason, I was reminded of my family from that era.
Parents are dissatisfied with their children at home. When their children are around, they say all kinds of bad things about their children in front of others. But when their children are not around, they defend and show off their children in front of others.
So, does the mother-in-law really treat him as one of her own
Qin Weimo glanced at him, hesitant to speak: "Brother-in-law, actually last night..."
Luo Qingzhou grinded the ink, looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said, "Nothing. Brother-in-law, can Weimo also force you to write a good poem like mother did?"
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but laugh: "The Second Miss doesn't have the same deterrent power as Madam, I won't be afraid of her."
Qin Weimo blinked and smiled, "Isn't my brother-in-law afraid? Then I will tell my mother tomorrow that my brother-in-law did not come home last night and slept here with me, and even... slept in the same quilt with me."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"Second Miss, I suddenly thought of another poem that was written specifically for the general. I think it would be more suitable for the eldest princess. If you can draw a heroic portrait of the eldest princess holding a sword and wearing armor in the military camp, it should be good."
Qin Weimo pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother-in-law really wants to force it."
As she spoke, she took the pen in her white hand, dipped it in ink, and said, "Brother-in-law reads, write with a little ink, write the poem first, and see the momentum and atmosphere."
Luo Qingzhou nodded, pondered for a moment, and while grinding ink, he recited: "The general opened the gate, standing upright in the face of the wind. The generals wanted to speak, but hesitated to enter. The sword energy shot into the sky, and the drum sounded in the plains. Yellow dust blocked the road, and the horses were chasing the soldiers. They bent their bows and went out, and the arrows flew like rain. They surrounded the enemy for a hundred miles and beheaded five thousand people. Dai Ma bled to death, and the Hu people hugged the saddle and cried. In ancient times, we have raised soldiers and often attacked when there was trouble. Taking advantage of the good fortune of our temple, you made the weapons go down. You returned to the capital with a triumphant victory, and the army looked so good."
He read a sentence, paused, and waited for the girl to finish writing before continuing with the next sentence.
By the time the whole poem was finished, the rice paper was already filled with beautiful and graceful small characters.
Qin Weimo put down his pen, lowered his head and read it carefully again, then raised his head, looked at him with complicated eyes and said, "Brother-in-law, this poem cannot be given to the princess."
Luo Qingzhou asked in confusion: "Why? Is there something wrong with what is written?"
Qin Weimo suddenly laughed and said, "It's not that there's something wrong, it's just that it's written too well. If the princess sees it, she will arrest my brother-in-law and send him to the military camp to be a staff member. In that case, Weimo won't be able to see my brother-in-law."
Luo Qingzhou smiled when he heard her words, ignoring her next sentence, and said, "There is another song called "Joining the Army". Do you want to write it down, Miss?"
Qin Weimo quickly took the pen and dipped it in ink, saying, "Yes."
Then he smiled and said, "This time, I don't need Wei Mo to force it, my brother-in-law will do it, it's rare."
Luo Qingzhou smiled and recited: "The beacon fires illuminate Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Ya Zhang leaves Fengque, and the iron cavalry circles Longcheng. The snow darkens the flags and paintings, and the wind is filled with the sound of drums. I would rather be a centurion than a scholar."
After Qin Weimo finished writing, he murmured, "I'd rather be a centurion than a scholar..."
After reading it, she frowned, looked up at him and said, "If my brother-in-law really joins the army, he will never come back, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "It's just a poem. Are these enough?"
Qin Weimo looked at him with a gloomy look: "If Weimo says enough, brother-in-law will say it's getting late and we should go back to study, right?"
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
He was indeed prepared to say so.
"Not enough, Wei Mo wants more."
The girl's tone was like she was acting like a spoiled child: "Besides, my mother just told me to stay here today and not go anywhere."
Luo Qingzhou said: "I just wanted to ask, it's already afternoon, it's almost evening, when does she plan to let me leave?"
Qin Weimo lowered his head, pretending not to hear what he said, did not answer, and changed to a clean piece of rice paper.
Luo Qingzhou continued to grind the ink.
The room fell silent.
After a while.
Qin Weimo said softly, "Brother-in-law, I'll draw a picture first. If you're tired of standing, just go and rest on the couch. I'll call you when I need you later, okay? If you stand here, Weimo will feel embarrassed to draw."
Luo Qingzhou saw that it was still early and thought that if he left now and his mother-in-law found out, she would probably scold him again, so he just nodded.
"Brother-in-law, there are books on the couch. They are the books you usually read. You can read them when you are bored."
Qin Weimo said softly.
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and remembered that last time she said she was reading these books and would give him a test after the New Year. He felt warmed in his heart and walked over.
When he came to the beauty's bed, he hesitated.
The mother-in-law was lying here last night. If she knew that he had sat there, would she bury him on the spot
I've already sat there anyway.
Luo Qingzhou didn't think any more about it, sat on it, picked up a few books from the side, leaned on the couch, and flipped through them casually.
The room was warm and quiet.
There is only the occasional sound of writing and turning pages.
Luo Qingzhou lay sideways on the couch, and soon he became drowsy and closed his eyes.
After a moment.
Qin Weimo turned his head and looked at him for a while, then slowly stood up, walked to the bed, picked up the blanket from inside, and gently covered him with it.
Then she stood there, with soft brows and sparkling eyes, looking at him quietly.
I don’t know how much time passed.
She suddenly bit her pink lips, walked closer, slowly lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling, and moved close to his sleeping cheek.
Two blushes quietly appeared on her fair cheeks.
At this moment, the sleeping body suddenly trembled, and said: "Senior..."
The girl stepped back in a hurry, a look of shy panic on her face. She stared into his eyes carefully, and when she saw that he didn't wake up, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But all the courage I had just mustered was gone.
Her face turned red and she sighed inaudibly. Then she turned around, sat back at the table, and picked up the pen again. However, she could no longer calm down.
"Senior, why are you here?"
Luo Qingzhou was sleeping soundly when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in his dream.
The figure was emitting moon-white light all over, and was floating in the void looking at him. A strand of hair flew out from the halo, and the figure's clothes fluttered, like a fairy.
Luo Qingzhou initially thought it was just a dream.
But he soon understood.
This was not just a simple dream, but the senior spirit entered his dream to find him.
The moon-white figure stood there, looking at him quietly without saying a word.
Luo Qingzhou felt that her aura was colder than before, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He asked again: "Senior, do you have something to talk to me about?"
After a long time, the moon-white figure spoke in an ethereal voice: "Tonight at three o'clock, go to Yuanyang Tower and wait for me."
After saying this, the moon-white figure suddenly dissipated like moonlight and disappeared.
Luo Qingzhou's body, lying on the beauty couch, suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes, and the blurry moon-white figure still appeared in his mind.
After a while.
The other party gradually came to consciousness.
"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"
Qin Weimo stood up from the table, walked to the couch, and looked at him with concern.
Luo Qingzhou put down the book in his hand and said in a daze: "It's okay."
He looked down and saw the blanket covering his body. He was startled and looked at the girl in front of him.
There were still two alluring blushes on the girl's pretty face.