The courtyard was quiet for a moment.
The little maid was out of breath, and then she saw Qin Weimo and said quickly: "Second... Second Miss..."
Qin Weimo frowned slightly: "Brother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house. He can't go out tonight."
The little maid said with a bitter face: "Second Miss, but...but the Madam..."
Qin Weimo glanced into the room from the window again and said softly, "It's okay, I'll go talk to mother."
The group left the courtyard.
The little maid named Mei'er had no choice but to follow him out.
Xiaodie closed the gate, walked to the window and looked inside the house, then returned to her room and continued embroidering while sitting on the bed.
Qin Weimo, supported by Zhu'er and Qiu'er, entered the Yue Ye Ting Yu Garden.
There was a maid holding an umbrella in front to block the wind, and several older maids surrounding her from behind, like a princess on a trip.
But the whole team was unusually quiet.
The willow trees by the lake are hung with bright colored lights. When the evening breeze blows, the lake is sparkling with green waves, and the lotus flowers are swaying, which is a beautiful sight.
Qin Weimo looked at her tenderly, with a slightly tipsy look on his pretty and elegant face with picturesque features.
The body wrapped in a snow-white fur coat was like a willow branch blown by the evening breeze, slender, delicate and fragile.
"Miss, the wind on the lake is strong, so we'd better not get on the boat later."
Zhu'er, who was supporting her, advised her worriedly.
Qiu Er on the other side also said softly: "Yes, Miss, let's just walk by the lake. The lady will accompany the guests."
Qin Weimo was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Yeah."
The two maids looked at each other and were secretly surprised. Why was the young lady so obedient tonight
Then the two of them had another thought: Could it be that the son-in-law is not feeling well, so the young lady is not in a good mood
Not long.
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter coming from the round door where lanterns were hung.
Then, a group of maids and servants, surrounded by several graceful ladies, entered the garden, talking and laughing.
As the host, Song Ruyue naturally walked in the middle.
That beautiful young face had a charming smile, but it looked very fake.
The young women next to her also had bright smiles on their faces, but their words were full of sarcasm.
The seemingly harmonious and joyful atmosphere was actually mixed with the shadow of swords and sabers.
Women, when they have nothing to do, like to gossip and compare with each other to satisfy their desire to talk.
Qin Weimo stepped forward, bowed, and greeted the young ladies politely.
"Hey, isn't this Wei Mo? With your body, how can you run around outside? It's windy tonight, you should stay in the house. We have your mother to accompany you."
"Tsk tsk, Wei Mo's face and figure are getting more and more charming. She looks much more beautiful than your mother."
"I heard that Weimo is proficient in poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting. Even my Qingwan praised your masterpieces."
Although the ladies spoke harshly to Song Ruyue, they were particularly fond of, or rather, sympathetic to, the weak and gentle girl in front of them, and their attitudes were very good.
At this time, a young girl in a light blue dress walked out from behind a noble lady and said with a smile, "Sister Weimo, long time no see. The last time I came to your house was with Sister Meng, and it has been several months."
The girl has a gentle appearance and a slim figure. Her name is Su Qingwan, and she is a very famous talented woman in Mo City.
In her daily life, she behaves in an unconventional way. She often shows up in public and attends various poetry and singing competitions, where she competes with men and bullies many talented men of letters in Mo City.
Qin Weimo smiled and said, "Sister Su wrote the poem "Forget Spring" in Yuanyang Tower a few days ago, and it is being recited everywhere in Mo City."
Su Qingwan smiled and said, "Not worth mentioning."
Then his eyes flickered, and he looked behind her and at the lakeside, and asked, "Sister Weimo, where is your brother-in-law who married into your family? Did he really write the poem 'The white snow dislikes the late spring, so it penetrates the trees in the courtyard and turns into flying flowers' and the poem 'The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble faces'?"
Before Qin Weimo could answer, Song Ruyue said, "Of course it was that kid who did it. How could it be false?"
Then a hint of pride appeared on his face: "The song 'Clouds resemble clothes, flowers resemble faces' was written in front of me."
He added proudly in his heart: That boy did it by watching me. If I wasn't as beautiful as a flower, could he have done it
The woman at the side immediately said with a strange smile: "Ruyue, where is that boy? Why hasn't he come yet? He's just a boy who married into the family, but he's so arrogant and still makes us wait?"
Song Ruyue's smile faded, and she looked at the little maid who had just gone to catch someone, and asked, "Mei'er, where is that boy?"
Mei'er lowered her head and her face turned pale.
Qin Weimo said softly, "Mother, my brother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house. I didn't let Mei'er disturb him."
As soon as these words were spoken, several women looked at each other and began to talk in a sarcastic manner.
"Ruyue, that's not what you said before. You said that boy would definitely come tonight."
"Yes, Ruyue, you were just bragging about that boy. Did he really write those poems? If so, why didn't he get sick earlier or later, but got sick when we came? You, don't be fooled by that boy. Maybe he copied those poems from somewhere else."
"That's right, it's too much of a coincidence that he didn't get sick earlier or later."
Song Ruyue looked very unhappy. She glared at her daughter and said coldly, "Whether it was copied or not, I know it in my heart, so I won't bother you. When the kid recovers, it won't be too late for you to come and check it out. I, Song Ruyue, never lie when I speak, unlike some people."
"Haha, Ruyue, don't be angry. Everyone is worried that you and your daughter have been deceived. Those poems are indeed extraordinary and not something that ordinary people can write. That's why everyone is suspicious and wants to meet your son-in-law. Since he is sick today, let's do it another day. Let's go and get on the boat."
A woman saw that she seemed angry and tried to persuade her with a smile.
Although the other women stopped talking, their faces were full of sarcasm and they were secretly gloating in their hearts.
Song Ruyue snorted, and without saying anything else, she walked towards the lake first, secretly annoyed in her heart: That stinky boy made me lose face today, how hateful! When he recovers from his illness, I will use a whip to make him write poems for me! At least a hundred poems! Otherwise, I will beat his butt to pieces!
A group of maids and old women accompanied several noble ladies to the lakeside and boarded the boat carefully.
There were many small boats prepared today, and there were several servants who were very good at swimming to escort them.
"Hey, Qingwan, why are you standing there like an idiot? Come up here quickly."
A noble lady was sitting on the boat, looking at the girl on the shore with a puzzled look on her face.
Su Qingwan said softly: "Aunt, you guys go and have fun. I haven't seen Sister Wei Mo for a long time and I want to talk to her."
The noble lady glanced at Qin Weimo and reminded him, "Weimo is not feeling well, so don't bother her. If you want to talk, go back to the house. It's windy outside."
Su Qingwan nodded and said, "I know, Aunt, just go and have fun without worry."
After all the boats slowly left the shore, Su Qingwan looked at the weak girl beside her and suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Wei Mo, I want to ask you for a favor."
Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Sister Su, please speak."
Su Qingwan glanced at the noble ladies on the boat who were still discussing the son-in-law, and said with a smile: "I want to visit your brother-in-law now, is that okay?"
Qin Weimo was stunned and explained softly: "Sister Su, my brother-in-law is really sick, he..."
"It's okay, I'll go check it out."
Su Qingwan took her arm and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm outside. If he's awake, I'll talk to him; if he's asleep, I'll just take a look. You know, I've loved poetry since I was a child, and the ones your brother-in-law wrote are top-notch. My aunt and the others will doubt it, but I won't. Because I know your character, you won't lie. So I'm very curious about what kind of person your brother-in-law is, so let me go visit him, okay?"
Qin Weimo said in embarrassment: "Sister Su, it's getting late today, I'm afraid it's not convenient."
She doesn't care.
She and her brother-in-law are a family. When her brother-in-law is sick, it is natural and reasonable for her to visit him at night.
But the girl in front of him was a stranger and didn't know his brother-in-law.
It was really not right for her to take her there so late.
Su Qingwan couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Weimo, I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? I've always been like this. Everyone knows who I am. As long as I come across good poems, I will go and exchange ideas no matter day or night, as long as I have time. I came here tonight specifically for your brother-in-law. If you don't let me see him, I will definitely not be able to sleep all night."
Qin Weimo was still in a dilemma: "But..."
"Sister Wei Mo, if you can't stand it, then take me to find your sister and I'll tell her in person. I'm an upright and honest person, and I'm not afraid of any gossip."
When Qin Weimo heard her say this, he could only sigh secretly in his heart.
She knew that even if she went to find her sister, the result would be the same.
Her sister wouldn't care about that boy.
Even when he was sick, he didn't go to see him.
at the same time.
In the house.
Luo Qingzhou had already gotten up from the bed and was sitting at the desk looking for a book to read.
The sun-moon bronze mirror was placed on the desk again, with the side carved with the moon facing the moonlight coming in from the window. The mirror surface was hazy and dark, and filled with an eerie aura.
He searched the bookshelf for a while and suddenly found another good book.
One of the passages touched his heart.
"Reborn, with a body outside the body, gathering to form, dispersing to become gas, this is the Yang God. A clear thought, the soul consciousness has not dispersed, like a dream or a shadow, it is similar to a ghost, this is the Yin God..."
Not long after, there was a slight knock on the door.