Xiaodie went to open the door immediately.
The door opened.
Tang Yan'er stood at the door, smiling, "Did Master Luo take a rest?"
Song Ruyue stood up immediately, a look of vigilance on her face.
Luo Qingzhou walked to the door and bowed, "Miss Tang, is there anything wrong?"
Tang Yan'er smiled and said, "Is it convenient for me to go in?"
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside and said, "Please."
Tang Yan'er entered the room and saw the young lady standing in the room. She was stunned for a moment, but her expression quickly returned to normal. She said, "Mr. Luo, the poem you just wrote was very good. Even Miss Huayue praised it highly."
Luo Qingzhou did not ask who the "Hua Yue" girl was, but just said it politely and modestly.
Tang Yaner glanced at him and smiled again, "Everyone is having a great time down there, won't you come down, Mr. Luo?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I have been traveling for days and I am really tired, so I will not go down."
Seeing this, Tang Yan'er didn't want to force it, so she smiled and said, "Just now the second question came out, about the bright moon. Mr. Luo, can you try to write another one, just to show your support for me?"
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment after hearing this, and said, "The topic is the bright moon? This is not easy to do. Miss Tang, I may not be able to do it for the time being. Otherwise, let me think about it for a night and give you an answer tomorrow, okay?"
Tang Yan'er's eyes moved and she smiled, "Of course."
After a pause, she smiled again and said, "Mr. Luo, I only know that you are from the Qin family, but I don't know who your wife is. Can I say hello?"
When Luo Qingzhou didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly said, "His wife is in Kyoto now, not here."
Tang Yan'er suddenly realized something and said politely, "You are..."
Song Ruyue said: "I am his mother-in-law."
Tang Yan'er quickly bowed and asked, "When Master Luo came up just now, I saw a woman wearing a veil. Who is that woman..."
Song Ruyue was a little impatient, but she thought that this was someone else's boat, so she couldn't lose her temper, so she had to patiently say, "That's my eldest daughter."
Tang Yan'er seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Aunt, don't blame me for being long-winded. I just heard that Miss Qin, the most talented woman in Mo City, is from your family, so I wanted to ask. Miss Qin is your daughter? Isn't she here?"
Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes upon hearing this and said, "She is my second daughter and is now in Kyoto."
Tang Yan'er immediately asked happily, "In Kyoto? Then when I go back this time, can I go visit your daughter?"
Song Ruyue showed a hypocritical smile on her face and said, "Of course."
Seeing this, Tang Yan'er stopped asking and said, "Thank you, auntie. I won't bother you anymore."
She just suddenly remembered.
It is said that Miss Qin, the most talented woman in Mo City, has been sickly since childhood and has a poor health. She even needs the support of a maid to walk. If this is true, then the woman who just got on the boat was indeed not Miss Qin.
Besides, there was no need for this Aunt Qin to lie to her.
Tang Yan'er went downstairs and returned to the backstage room.
Huayue had already finished reading all the poems and was waiting. When she saw her come in, she quickly stood up and asked, "Yan'er, how is it?"
Tang Yan'er shook her head and said, "Then Miss Qin should not be here."
As he spoke, he recounted the conversation he had just had and what he had guessed in his mind.
After hearing this, Huayue said with some disappointment: "I have also heard that Miss Qin is very weak and cannot even withstand the wind."
Tang Yan'er smiled and said, "But she is in Kyoto. We will definitely have a chance to see her when we go back this time."
Huayue nodded and said, "So, the little poem just now was written by Mr. Luo. Yan'er, is he thinking about the theme of the bright moon? I would like to see it."
Tang Yan'er shrugged and said, "Mr. Luo said that he can't do it for the time being, and he will give me an answer tomorrow."
Huayue heard this and smiled bitterly, "Yes, that poem about the bright moon, 'Water Melody', was spread from Mocheng. I guess the talented people in Mocheng will be ashamed to write poems about the bright moon in the future."
At this time, the maid came in with a stack of rice paper and said, "Miss, some of the young masters have already finished their work, so I will collect it first."
Seeing this, Tang Yan'er stopped bothering him and left, saying, "I'll go see if Mr. Bai has finished his work."
Huayue nodded, took the rice paper from the maid, and looked down at it carefully.
Upstairs, in the room.
Song Ruyue was questioning Luo Qingzhou: "How did she know that Wei Mo was from our family?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Kong Zhe went to the mansion and guessed it."
When Song Ruyue heard him mention those bad friends down there, she remembered what she had heard them talking about before, and immediately said with a sullen face, "Don't make random friends outside in the future. Those guys are obviously not good people, don't let them lead you astray."
Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "Yes, mother-in-law."
Song Ruyue tried to hold back, but couldn't help but said, "I heard that there are brothels everywhere in Kyoto. Qingzhou, will you go there in the future?"
Luo Qingzhou said firmly: "No."
Song Ruyue glanced at him and said earnestly, "When you get to Kyoto, marry Weimo and treat him well. Study hard at home and prepare for the imperial examination next year. If you pass the imperial examination, you will be worthy of your mother. Your mother worked hard to raise you alone and tried her best to support your studies. You must not disappoint her expectations."
Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said, "I will definitely remember my mother-in-law's teachings in my heart."
Seeing his good attitude, Song Ruyue was very satisfied and said in a slow tone: "As long as you work hard, our Qin family will be proud of you. Whatever you want, your mother-in-law will satisfy you. The capital is very prosperous and there are many temptations. You must stick to your heart and not be blinded by it and degenerate. Wei Mo has done so much for you, I hope you will not let her down."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Don't worry, mother-in-law, Qingzhou will definitely not let the second young lady down."
Song Ruyue nodded, fearing that she would offend him if she continued to talk, so she changed the subject and asked, "Why didn't you write a poem just now? Did you not think of it, or did you not want to pay attention to her?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I don't want to pay attention to her."
Song Ruyue smiled and said without further ado, "Okay, go to bed and rest."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then at Xiaodie beside him, then at the bed, a look of discomfort on his face.
Song Ruyue sat on the chair and said, "Don't worry about me, just go to sleep. I'm not sleepy at all. I plan to read all night tonight."
After saying that, he opened his mouth and yawned twice.
Luo Qingzhou and Xiaodie both looked away to avoid embarrassing her.
"Xiaodie, go to bed and rest. I'm not too sleepy."
Luo Qingzhou said this, sat down in front of the window, and picked up the book next to him.
Seeing the two of them sitting there, Xiaodie, a servant, dared not go to bed to rest alone, so she could only say, "Master, I am not sleepy either."
Song Ruyue glanced at the two of them, yawned again, and thought to herself: This is not a solution. If I sit here, they will definitely feel embarrassed to go to bed.
Besides, she was sleepy.
"Forget it, I'm going back to my room, you guys go get some rest."
Song Ruyue thought for a while, stood up, opened the door and walked out, pushing open the door next door.
In the room.
Qin Jianjia was sitting in front of the window reading a book.
Xia Chan stood in the corner, holding the sword, leaning against the wall, motionless.
Bailing was sitting on the bed, fiddling with a sachet.
Song Ruyue walked to the bed and said, "Bai Ling, you look energetic. Are you sleepy?"
Bai Ling raised her head, revealing two shallow dimples on her face, and smiled, "Madam, I'm not sleepy, I'm in good spirits."
Song Ruyue said with a smile on her face: "That's great, go over there and help me watch over that boy."
When Bailing heard this, the smile on her face suddenly froze.
"Ma'am, I... I..."
"Why? Are you afraid of that boy?"
Song Ruyue asked doubtfully.
Bai Ling immediately said, "No, no."
Song Ruyue glanced at Xia Chan who was standing by the wall and said, "If you don't want to, you can let Chan'er go. But Chan'er doesn't get any rest during the day, I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it."
Bailing was hesitant and didn't say she wouldn't go, nor did she say she would go.
Song Ruyue yawned several times, walked to the bed and said, "Whoever of you can go, I'm going to sleep first. Remember to keep an eye on him, those women down there are all vixens, don't seduce that boy away."
After saying that, he went to bed and quickly fell asleep.
Bailing stood in the room for a while, looked towards the wall and said, "Chanchan..."
Xia Chan turned her face away and ignored her.
Bai Ling pouted and said, "My son-in-law is not mine anyway. If he runs away, I won't be the one who is sad. Humph."
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
The banquet in the hall downstairs ended at some point.
After eating and drinking, the scholars went back to their rooms to rest.
The entire cruise ship fell silent.
Early morning hours.
Luo Qingzhou tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After thinking for a while, his soul left his body.
He walked across the roof and stood on the top of the cruise ship. He looked at the river in the night for a while, then took out the communication certificate and sent a message to Sister Yue.
Sister Yue, what are you doing? Are you still practicing in Yuanyang Tower? I'm on my way to Kyoto and I can't sleep.
After a while, the sender replied.
Reading
Luo Qingzhou: What book are you reading? Sister Yue, I'm not bragging, you only need to read the first two paragraphs on the first page and I'll know what book it is.
Sister Yue:
Luo Qingzhou: Sister Yue, what did you send
Sister Moon: Foreign Text
Luo Qingzhou: Sister Yue, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful. How about the moonlight in Mocheng? Is it good
Sister Yue didn’t reply.
Luo Qingzhou: Sister Yue, haven’t you finished translating the remaining ancient demon language that I gave you last time
Sister Yue: No
Luo Qingzhou: Oh, Sister Yue, do you want to listen to a story? A scripture is also fine.
Sister Yue: Not for now
Luo Qingzhou: Oh, Sister Yue, you said Xiaoyue went to Kyoto. Will I run into her then? I always feel like she has bad intentions towards me. Is she a good person
Sister Yue didn’t reply.
Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and then said: Sister Yue, I am on a cruise tonight. There is a poetry party on the cruise. The host invited me to write a poem with the bright moon as the theme. When I heard this topic, I suddenly thought of you, Sister Yue. In fact, I have already written it in my mind, but I just don’t want to show it to others first. Sister Yue, do you want to see it
Sister Yue: Whatever
Luo Qingzhou: This poem is a bit offensive. I am afraid that if I write it, Sister Yue will be angry.
Sister Yue: Then you don’t need to write it.
Luo Qingzhou: But I want to write. Sister Yue, the title is "Drinking Alone Under the Moon in Limo City, Presenting It to Sister Yue". If I write it, this poem will spread, and then Sister Yue may know who I am. Sister Yue, do you want to listen
Sister Yue: I don’t listen
Luo Qingzhou: I read a sentence in a book that when men and women chat, if a girl says no, most of the time she means yes. Sister Yue, then I will take it as you want to listen. Did I write it down
Sister Yue didn’t reply.
Luo Qingzhou: A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone without a companion. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people. The moon does not know how to drink, and my shadow only follows me. I will temporarily accompany the moon and the shadow, and enjoy myself while the spring is still here. I sing and the moon lingers, I dance and my shadow is scattered. We enjoy each other when we are awake, and we go our separate ways when we are drunk. We will forever be together in our loveless journey, and meet each other in the distant Milky Way.
In the room, in front of the desk.
A figure in a snow-white dress was looking down at the jade in her hand.
When he saw the last two lines, "When sober we enjoy each other, when drunk we go our separate ways. We will forever be together, and meet again in the distant Milky Way," a dazed look appeared in his eyes.
Luo Qingzhou: Sister Yue, don't get me wrong, it's just a poem, no offense. I just think Sister Yue is too cold, she's right in front of me, but she seems far away, just like the moon. I still don't know if we are friends. Last time I asked Sister Yue, she said we were just using each other, to be honest, I was a little sad.
I waited for a long time, but there was no reply.
Luo Qingzhou sent another message: Sister Yue, I just recited this poem several times, and suddenly felt that it should not be seen by others, let alone given to others. So, I decided not to let anyone else know except Sister Yue.
Good night, sister Yue
After a while.
Message reply: Good night
Luo Qingzhou looked up. The night sky was deep and the moon was bright.
Is that moon-white figure still standing on the Yuanyang Tower at this moment, looking at the darkness in the distance, thinking about things that he will never be able to finish thinking about
Who will accompany her at night in the future
She stood there alone, cold and miserable, spending every dark night. Would she feel lonely and sad
After looking at the moon and thinking for a while, he returned to the room and regained consciousness.
the next day.
During the meal, Tang Yan'er came to ask about poetry.
Luo Qingzhou told her that he had only thought of a few sentences and had not thought through them completely, and hoped that she could give him a few more days.
After hearing this, Tang Yan'er didn't force it anymore.
Of course, there was no hope.
Because last night, none of the poems with the theme of "bright moon" could be praised by Miss Huayue.
Even the one written by Bai Yulou was very ordinary.
Two days later.
The cruise ship finally arrived at the ferry outside Kyoto.
Qin Wenzhen, Qin Chuan, and others had arrived the day before.
Waiting at the ferry now.
In addition to them, Qin Weimo, who received the news, also rushed from the city under the escort of Nangong Meijiao.
When Qin Wen Zheng saw her, she was coughing, and the snow-white handkerchief in her hand was stained red.
Her cheeks became thinner, her face became paler, and she looked weaker.
Qin Wen Zheng was anxious but didn't dare show it.
Several people advised her to wait in the carriage, but she stubbornly refused to go in. She coughed and said softly, "I hope that when my brother-in-law gets off the boat, he can see me first, and I also want to see him first..."
Qin Chuan stood tall beside her, holding an umbrella for her to shield her from the wind, sighing secretly in his heart.
Zhu'er supported her weak body, looked at her pale face, tears welled up in her eyes.
In the evening.
The beautifully decorated cruise ship finally sailed towards the ferry.
On the boat, the guests were packing up and saying goodbye to the host.
Luo Qingzhou also took Miss Qin and the others downstairs and found Tang Yan'er. He first thanked her, then handed her a piece of paper and said apologetically, "I just finished writing that poem today. I didn't want to show it to you, but since I promised Miss Tang, I can't break my promise. Thank you for taking care of me all the way. When we get to Kyoto, I'll come to thank you again if I have the chance."
He did not mention the travel expenses. Even if he did, the other party would not ask for it and it would be impolite.
Let this poem be considered as your travel expenses.
Tang Yan'er was busy. Hearing this, she took the rice paper and handed it to the maid behind her, asking her to take it to the house. Then she smiled and handed him a note with her address in Kyoto on it.
Because many guests said goodbye to her, she just said a few words and hurried away.
Luo Qingzhou didn't care. He looked towards the dock in the distance and saw the delicate figure in the crowd, wearing a plain white dress, supported by a maid, standing weakly under an umbrella.
There was a light in his eyes and he took a step forward unconsciously.
The snow-white figure beside him glanced at the dock, then slightly turned his head to look at him.
In the room behind the stage.
Huayue and her maid were packing up.
At this time, a maid knocked on the door and came in, placing a piece of rice paper on the table, and said respectfully: "Miss Huayue, this is what Mr. Luo gave to my lady. He said he had just finished it today."
Huayue glanced at the table, nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
The maid lowered her head and retreated.
Huayue didn't take it to heart and continued to pack up the xylophone, calligraphy and paintings, etc.
By the time she finished packing, the cruise ship had just docked.
Only then did she have time to walk to the table, pick up the rice paper on the table, and prepare to take a look at it and throw it away.
Even the poems written by Mr. Bai, who was known as one of the seven talented men in Jiangnan, after much thought, were not to her liking, let alone others.
But when she saw the first sentence on the paper, her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the casual and indifferent look on her face immediately turned solemn.
"The bright moon rises over the sea, and people all over the world share this moment..."