In the evening.
In the study, red sleeves add fragrance and white hands grind ink.
Luo Qingzhou sat in front of the eucalyptus table, holding a wolf hair brush and writing with ink.
Soon, the snow-white rice paper was covered with a large area of beautiful small characters with strong and restrained style.
The incense balls in the incense burner were roasted, emitting wisps of smoke that drifted throughout the room.
The faint fragrance emanating from the girl beside him would occasionally compete with the smoke and enter Luo Qingzhou's nose.
Thinking back to the shy and bold words that Miss Qin had just said, as well as the method that Senior Shenhun had told him last night, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
In fact, he often thought that if he had not married Miss Qin, but...
Wouldn't that be nice
Of course, now that the matter is done, there is no point in thinking too much.
He was indeed willing to sacrifice many things for this weak and pitiful girl, but there were some things that he could not sacrifice just because he wanted to.
He is now just a son-in-law in the Qin Mansion.
Thinking too much will only bring trouble to yourself.
"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves wash away all heroes. Success and failure are all in vain. The green mountains remain, the sunsets are red. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine brings joy to our reunion. So many things in the past and present, all turned into jokes..."
Qin Weimo was grinding ink with her bare hands while looking at the small words he wrote. When he read the beginning of the poem, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at him again.
"Second Miss, this is a new story, a story about three countries. As for the three countries, just think of it as something I made up. This story contains a lot of things, brotherhood, conspiracy, loyalty, treachery, and more analysis of world events, as well as the art of war, etc. I believe... you might like it too."
Luo Qingzhou explained as he wrote.
Qin Weimo looked at him tenderly and said, "As long as it's written by my brother-in-law, Weimo will like it..."
Luo Qingzhou paused, turned to look at her, and met her eyes that were full of tenderness.
After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Second Miss, do you really think there is nothing wrong with the poems I wrote this afternoon? Do they need to be changed?"
Qin Weimo came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "Brother-in-law wrote so many poems in one breath, plus yesterday's, they are all wonderful poems that make people have to accept them wholeheartedly. Even if there are some flaws or some incoherent parts, no one will delve into them, let alone change them."
After a pause, he smiled and said, "Brother-in-law deliberately wrote so many good poems, isn't it just to paralyze us? Don't worry, brother-in-law, there will be no problem. Others will only be amazed and impressed when they read them, and they dare not doubt them casually. No one dares to question a great talent who is much more talented than themselves. If someone can't understand it, he will only doubt his own lack of talent and knowledge in his heart, and dare not say it out loud."
“That’s true.”
Luo Qingzhou smiled and continued to write "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" with his head down.
Qin Weimo stared at the words he wrote and said softly, "Brother-in-law, this story is probably much more exciting than The Story of the Stone, right? Weimo can see that this story is magnificent and must be exciting and a story that can be savored for a long time."
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "Indeed. But some people like it, while others may not be able to stand it. Miss Second, there is no need to force yourself. Most of those who like to read this story are probably men. Of course, those who like military affairs will definitely like it."
Qin Weimo grinded the ink and pouted: "Brother-in-law looks down on people, Weimo likes it too."
Luo Qingzhou smiled, said nothing more, and continued writing seriously.
After writing two rounds, it was already dark outside.
At this time, Qiu Er pushed open the door and whispered, "Miss, son-in-law, the lady is here, please come into the yard."
Luo Qingzhou immediately stood up, blew the ink off the paper, and rolled up the rice paper.
After thinking about it, he quickly walked to the inner room, put it on Miss Qin Er's bed, and pressed it with a quilt.
The room was heated.
The ink on it has already solidified, so there is no need to worry about smearing it.
Luo Qingzhou walked back to the stage.
Qin Weimo whispered, "Brother-in-law put his beloved things on Weimo's bed. It seems that... he promised Weimo, right?"
The footsteps have reached the door.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to answer and quickly picked up the ink block.
"lady."
Qiu'er, who was standing at the door, bowed and said.
Song Ruyue took off her shoes at the door, walked in, and looked at the two people in front of the table.
A delicate girl in a plain white dress was sitting in front of the desk, writing seriously.
A young man in a wide robe was standing next to her. He was bending over with his head down, holding an ink block in his hand, grinding ink for the girl.
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then said with surprise: "Wei Mo, can you get up now? Are you feeling better?"
The girl seemed to realize she was here, turned her head and looked at her, and said softly, "Mom, I'm much better."
Song Ruyue's face was full of joy. She walked closer and glanced at the boy standing next to her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and said coldly, "Why are you standing so close to me? You're just grinding ink, why don't you stand further away?"
As he said that, he snorted coldly and quickly helped his daughter pull up the clothes on her chest, muttering, "Silly girl, don't let someone take advantage of you."
Then he walked to the beauty's bed, took the snow-white fox fur and draped it on the girl.
Qin Weimo blushed slightly and whispered, "Mom, it's hot."
"Why are you so hot? Wear more clothes, or you'll start coughing again. Wrap yourself tightly, or someone may have a sneaky look!"
Song Ruyue didn't give her any explanation and forced it on her body. Then she hugged her shoulders, bent down, and put her face close to hers. She looked at the words she wrote and praised: "Our Wei Mo's handwriting is really beautiful, as beautiful as she is."
Then he added: "As expected of me."
Seeing the deep affection between mother and daughter, Luo Qingzhou quickly put down the ink block and took the opportunity to say, "Mother-in-law, since you are here, I will go back first."
"No!"
"No… "
The mother and daughter turned around at the same time and refused in unison.
After saying this, they were stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
Qin Weimo's cheeks flushed.
Song Ruyue immediately said with a straight face: "Why did you go back so early? Didn't you see Wei Mo writing? You don't grind the ink here, do you want me to do it?"
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything. He could only pick up the ink block and continue grinding.
Qin Weimo breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Mother, have you read the poems that Zhu'er sent over in the evening? What do you think?"
"Hmph, just make do with it, just be so-so."
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes, curled her lips, and looked disdainful.
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said, "Then mother, do you want to give them to the princess together?"
Song Ruyue said expressionlessly, "Since there is nothing to give, I can only reluctantly give these mediocre things. No matter whether the princess likes it or not, it's just like that."
Qin Weimo nodded and said, "Then mother should have them framed when she goes home tonight. Those poems were written with great effort by my brother-in-law. Mother must keep them safe and don't let anyone steal them."
Song Ruyue sneered: "Do you think it's a rare treasure that everyone likes? It's just a few poems. Even if I put it outside the yard, no one would even look at it."
Qin Weimo smiled, said nothing more, and lowered his head to write.
Another moment passed.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but put down the ink block and bowed again, "Mother-in-law, I want to..."
"No!"
Before he could finish, Song Ruyue glared at him and rejected him.
Luo Qingzhou could only say: "I'm in a hurry, I want to go out for a while."
Qin Weimo covered his mouth and laughed.
Song Ruyue's mouth twitched, and she glared at him and said, "Go!"
Luo Qingzhou walked to the door, put on his shoes, and left quickly.
The mother and daughter were having a great time in the room, and he felt really awkward staying there, so he might as well come out and get some fresh air.
The snow outside stopped and the wind died down.
Luo Qingzhou walked out of the door and headed towards his own courtyard.
He wanted to go see Xiaodie, and then go see Bailing and Miss Qin.
It’s really strange. These processes seem to have become habits after dark. If I don’t do one of them, I will feel uncomfortable.
Return to the courtyard.
Xiaodie was embroidering in the room with an oil lamp on. When she saw him coming back, she was surprised and said, "Master, you are back so soon? Sister Qiu'er told me in the evening that you might come back very late tonight and asked me to go to bed first."
Luo Qingzhou sighed, walked to the bed, picked up the lotus she embroidered and took a look at it, and said, "I'll be leaving later. As for when I'll be back tonight, I'm not sure. So if you feel sleepy later, just go to sleep by yourself and don't wait for me."
Xiaodie said shyly: "Sir, what you took was... my bellyband."
Luo Qingzhou stroked it and said naturally, "It's quite soft. Actually, there's no need to embroider it. You see, you can make these edges into lace, and add a bow at the chest. In fact, the belly part below can be cut off, leaving only the top part covering the chest, and the connecting part in the middle can actually only have a thin rope, so that when you pull it..."
"Young Master..."
Xiaodie suddenly interrupted him with a red face and asked shyly, "Have you read any unhealthy books recently?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then he realized that something seemed wrong with him today. He put down the bellyband in his hand and said, "Then you continue embroidering, I'm leaving."
"Sir, you haven't even kissed anyone yet."
The little girl pouted her lips, her eyes looking gloomy.
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou turned around, picked her up, kissed her in his arms for a while, then put her on the bed and said, "Okay, go to bed early."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The little girl was lying on the bed, her mouth was wet, her eyes were blurred, and her expression was dull.
After a while, Fang clamped her slender and straight legs together, her face was charming, and she murmured: "Master... This servant... This servant loves you..."
Luo Qingzhou went out and went straight to Lingchan Moon Palace.
When she reached the door, she saw Bai Ling standing there in a pink dress, holding a flower in her hand. She was looking down in a daze, with one of her slender feet kicking back and forth under the hem of her skirt. Her thoughtful look was equally cute and lovely.
Luo Qingzhou approached her silently, and when she raised her head, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her pink and sweet little mouth, then put his arms around her slender and soft waist.
Bailing's eyes suddenly widened, and she struggled a few times at first, but soon her eyes became blurred, her body became limp, and she allowed you to pick her.
Luo Qingzhou kissed her for a while before letting go of her mouth. However, he still held her waist with his arms and whispered, "Did you miss me?"
He also didn't know why he suddenly felt so passionate today, and it seemed that all the desires hidden in his body were awakened.
Is it because I have a lot of energy after practicing that I haven’t had sex this month
"No."
Bailing's cheeks were red, her eyes were watery, and she denied it in a low voice.
Luo Qingzhou hugged her waist, pressed his body against hers, lowered his head, and put his forehead against hers intimately, staring at her shy trembling eyelashes and said, "I'll ask you again, do you miss me?"
Bailing pouted and was about to deny it, but Luo Qingzhou suddenly picked her up and walked towards his courtyard, saying, "If you dare to say no, I will strip you naked tonight and make you sleep with me."
Bai Ling begged for mercy in a hurry: "I did think about it, Master, I did think about it... I don't want to sleep with you, wuwu..."
Luo Qingzhou then put her down, not daring to delay any longer, and asked, "Is the young lady in the back garden?"
Bailing snorted, turned away, and said angrily, "No, the young lady is in the room, so you don't have to go and pay your respects tonight."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the door and asked, "Why don't I see Miss Xia Chan?"
Bailing paused, turned around and looked at him and said, "Do you miss Chanchan, Master?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Just asking casually."
Bailing looked at him seriously for a few times before saying, "Chanchan is not at home. She went out to do hard labor to earn money."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Do hard labor? Earn money? What kind of hard labor? Where did you go?"
Bai Ling looked at him and said, "Growing flowers. In the flowerbed at the back, in the lady's back garden, wherever she can make money, she'll go there."
Luo Qingzhou looked surprised and asked, "She's a girl, why should she earn money? There's food and drink here. Besides, don't you have monthly allowance?"
Bailing shook her head. "Chanchan and I were brought back by the young lady. We are not servants in the mansion, so we don't have regular wages. If we want money, we have to earn it ourselves. Chanchan can only do hard labor to earn money, except for killing people and putting on a cold face. As for why she earns money? Well, maybe she was too poor to even have steamed buns to eat, so she wanted to save some money."
Luo Qingzhou found it a little unbelievable.
Such a capable little girl has fallen to the point of growing flowers and digging the soil to make money.
But if you think about it, you can understand it.
If she really needed money, given her personality, she really didn't know how to go out and make money except by killing people.
What's more, she is a person with poor direction.
However, she is just a little girl and has no worries about food and clothing here, so there is really no need for her to save money desperately.
She won't need to spend money to marry a wife in the future.
"Okay, I'm leaving now. I still have to go to the Second Miss' place."
Luo Qingzhou said goodbye.
Bai Ling moved her lips, wanting to say something but stopping herself, but in the end she didn't say it, "Uncle, I heard that the night the princess comes to Mo City, the entire night market in Mo City will be open until dawn, with lights and decorations everywhere, and all kinds of performances, it's very lively. On that day, can you take me and Chanchan out for a walk?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and nodded, "Okay, can you take Xiaodie with you?"
Bai Ling's eyes moved and she smiled, "Of course."
Luo Qingzhou waved his hand and left quickly.
I wonder if my bad-tempered mother-in-law is angry at this moment.
After all, he has been out for a long time.
tonight…
He should go and accompany Miss Qin Er for a while.
He left when his mother-in-law was about to leave. He believed that even if he wanted to stay there longer, his mother-in-law would not agree.
After all, there is a difference between a brother-in-law and a sister-in-law.