Listening to the rain garden on a moonlit night.
The willow trees by the lake are hung with exquisite lanterns.
The maids also held lanterns in their hands.
The whole garden was brightly lit.
There are distinguished guests visiting today. They are all well-known ladies in Mo City and they usually have frequent contacts with the Qin Mansion.
Song Ruyue accompanied him in person.
I wanted to ask the mediocre son-in-law to follow me, but I didn't expect that he fell ill tonight.
After hearing Zhu'er's report, Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "Why did he get sick at this time? I think that boy did it on purpose."
Zhu'er lowered her head and dared not say another word.
Although she knew that her brother-in-law did not do it on purpose, she absolutely could not defend him in front of her ladyship.
Whatever the lady says it is, it is definitely what it is.
In the Qin Mansion, whatever the Madam says is right.
"Humph, he's so weak and weak, and he eats so much food for nothing. When I need him, he slacks off. I should let him come to my back garden to plant flowers, do more work, and serve me more. It would be strange if he doesn't get sick if he stays in the house all day."
Song Ruyue walked towards the reception room with a graceful figure, rolling her eyes and complaining in dissatisfaction.
When Zhu'er followed her to the outside of the reception room, she said respectfully, "Madam, the second young lady has already left. I will go and inform her."
Song Ruyue frowned and said, "Why did that girl come out? It's windy at night, and it's hot by the lake. I hope she won't fall ill again. Go and tell her to wear something thicker, so she won't catch a cold."
"I know."
Zhu'er quickly took her leave.
After she walked away, Song Ruyue sighed and muttered with a worried look on her face: "I wanted that boy to come and fight for me so that I can save some face in front of those little hooves, but he fell ill. It's really annoying."
She seemed to be on good terms with those noble ladies, but in fact they were secretly competing with each other every time they met.
All kinds of showing off, all kinds of ridicule and belittling of each other.
Because of the broken engagement by Chengguo Mansion and the fact that she had to marry a son-in-law, she was ridiculed and mocked by those people last time, which made her feel very embarrassed and angry.
She had wanted to let that brat help her vent her anger today, but she didn't expect that brat would actually stand her up. It was really hateful.
When he recovers from his illness, he will be in trouble!
Song Ruyue thought this angrily, sighed again, and walked into the reception room with her slender waist and hips twisted, a bright smile immediately appeared on her face.
Under the light, her figure is plump and graceful, her face is delicate and beautiful, she is still a young and beautiful woman with extraordinary charm.
Several noble ladies who were drinking tea and chatting in the living room looked at her with envy and jealousy in their eyes. They immediately stood up with smiles on their faces and exchanged various greetings.
Then a noblewoman said in a sarcastic tone, "Ruyue, were those poems really written by your son-in-law who is a scholar? My master said that those poems are not something that can be written by an ordinary scholar. Don't lie to us."
Another noblewoman said with a half-smile, "Whether it's true or not, we'll know tonight. Ruyue, I brought my niece Qingwan here today. She is known as the first talented woman in Mo City. She is as good as any man and can write poetry. Tonight we will meet the talented son-in-law you mentioned."
The others also joined in the commotion.
Song Ruyue secretly groaned. Seeing the various gloating expressions of these women who were ready to laugh at her, the words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed back.
If I say that the brat suddenly fell ill and couldn't come, wouldn't that be slapping myself in the face
How could it be such a coincidence? He didn’t get sick earlier or later, but got sick right now when we needed him. Isn’t it obvious that he is guilty and dare not come out
Song Ruyue forced a calm smile on her face and invited them to go to Yue Ye Ting Yu Garden together.
When she reached the hall, she immediately winked at the maid next to her.
The maid hurried over.
"Go check on that brat quickly. If he's not dead, bring him here! Even if he's dead, bring him here!"
Song Ruyue had a bright and charming smile on her face, but she spoke in a low voice with her teeth gritted.
The maid hurried away immediately.
In another garden.
Qin Weimo, wrapped in a thick snow-white fur coat and with his thin brows furrowed, was supported by Zhu'er and surrounded by several maids and old women, as he walked towards the courtyard where Luo Qingzhou lived with a worried look on his face.
"Miss, the doctor said that my son-in-law is fine and will be fine after a few days of rest. You don't have to worry. Otherwise, why don't you just not go?"
Zhuer persuaded softly.
She didn't want to let her young lady go there.
After all, it was already night time, and men and women were not allowed to touch each other. Moreover, the two were brother-in-law and sister-in-law, so people would gossip about them.
Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law is sick, I will naturally go to see him."
After a pause, she sighed again: "Just think of it as going to see my sister, my sister probably won't go... My brother-in-law has a pitiful life, and he married into our Qin family. He has no relatives, no friends, and is lonely. He must be feeling inferior and sad... How miserable it would be if no one cared about him."
Zhu'er didn't dare say anything more.
"Ahem..."
After walking for a while, Qin Weimo was panting and her face flushed. The cold wind made her cough and her body looked so weak and pitiful.
The nanny next to her hurriedly helped her wrap her fur robe tightly, and asked the maid to open an umbrella to block the cold wind from the front.
Qin Weimo covered his mouth and coughed a few more times, his face turned from red to white, and he murmured bitterly: "I'm really useless..."
Zhu'er's eyes turned red, and she wanted to persuade him, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.
The other maids and nannies who followed beside them also had gloomy expressions and kept their heads down in silence.
After a while, they arrived at the courtyard where Luo Qingzhou lived.
Qiu'er ran up and knocked on the door: "Son-in-law, my young lady is here to see you. Xiaodie, are you asleep? Come and open the door."
Xiaodie was in the room, worried about the young master's health, and couldn't sleep at all, so she was embroidering on the bed.
When I heard the knock on the door, I immediately got out of bed and ran out to open it.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou was sitting at the desk reading a book. When he heard the voice, he hesitated for a moment, put down the book, and went back to bed.
There are very few records about the soul in the book, only a few paragraphs, and the author has not really seen it, it is all hearsay, and it is unknown whether it is true or not.
He felt a little disappointed.
Based on his own physical reactions and what was recorded in the book, he felt that the experience of leaving the body might really be possible and was not just a random fabrication.
When the soul becomes strong, it can leave the body and fly out on its own. Not only can it travel around the world, but it can also see ghosts and spirits that are invisible to humans.
Some of the ghost stories recorded in that book might actually exist.
He decided to wait until he had time and then go to a bookstore outside to look for it, perhaps he could find some books introducing the soul.
At the same time, he also wanted to buy a few books introducing warriors.
Although he has now become a true warrior, his understanding of warriors is still very blank.
While I was daydreaming, Xiaodie had already walked into the courtyard with her people.
The little girl said respectfully, "Second Miss, I will go and see if Master is asleep."
As she spoke, she ran to the window, stood in front of it and called softly, "Sir, the second young lady is here to see you. Are you asleep?"
Luo Qingzhou closed his eyes and said nothing.
Although he has recovered physically and mentally now, his mind is still confused and he doesn't want to talk.
Moreover, in this situation, given their identities and relationships, it is not convenient for them to meet and talk.
He didn't care, but he was afraid that when the time came, his mother-in-law would get angry and say nonsense, saying that his brother-in-law and sister-in-law were secretly flirting with each other in the middle of the night, which would be troublesome.
"Xiao Die, don't shout... Since my brother-in-law is resting, don't disturb him. I'll just stand outside the window and watch."
Miss Qin Er's gentle voice sounded outside.
"Ahem..."
There was also a coughing sound.
You can even hear some panting.
Luo Qingzhou was secretly puzzled, wondering what disease this second young lady had. She was so weak, even weaker than Miss Lin.
Qin Weimo stood outside the window in the moonlight, his expression gentle and worried. He glanced into the room and whispered, "Xiaodie, I'll come to see my brother-in-law tomorrow... You have to take good care of him, come to his room more often at night, and cover him with a blanket..."
Luo Qingzhou closed his eyes and felt a little warm in his heart.
Although the Qin Mansion has its unsatisfactory aspects, compared with the Chengguo Mansion, it is really great.
I can eat enough, wear warm clothes, and someone cares about me.
Both the master and the servants were very kind to each other.
Marrying into the wife's family this time was really a blessing in disguise.
After Qin Weimo finished his instructions, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times. When he was about to leave, a maid suddenly ran in from the door in a hurry and shouted urgently: "Xiaodie! Xiaodie! Is your young master feeling better? Let him get up quickly, the madam wants him..."
Luo Qingzhou lying on the bed: "..."
Xiaodie looked confused.
The maid was panting and continued, "We need to... we need him to go over... Madam is urging us to do so. She said that no matter he is dead or alive, we need to... we need to carry him over..."