Luo Qingzhou returned to bed.
Xiaodie heard the sound and ran out to open the gate.
Qin Weimo felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to start.
Qiu'er was quite familiar with Xiaodie, so she pulled her into the courtyard and whispered, "Is the son-in-law awake? Miss Su came here specially and said she wanted to see the son-in-law."
Xiaodie looked back and said in embarrassment: "Sister Qiu'er, my master has gone to bed."
Qiu'er poked her with her finger and whispered, "Mrs. Su is angry because the son-in-law didn't go tonight. Go in and take a look. If he is feeling better, it would be best if he gets up and see Miss Su. After all, she is an honored guest, and my lady is in a difficult position."
Xiaodie had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll go in and take a look."
Su Qingwan entered the courtyard, looked around for a few times, and couldn't help asking: "Wei Mo, your brother-in-law lives here with this little maid? Your sister..."
Qin Weimo sighed slightly: "My sister is not in good health, so we don't live together."
Su Qingwan smiled faintly upon hearing this: "I'm afraid it's not because of your poor health? He married into the family and is a bastard with no status, so he is treated like this, right?"
Then he continued, "Wei Mo, I'm being direct, don't take it to heart. Since they've already gotten married, why do we need to make so many rules? What kind of couple are they if they don't live together? Your brother-in-law is so talented and studies hard, he will definitely be successful in the future. It's not good for you to treat him like this."
Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
Su Qingwan glanced at her and couldn't help but sighed, "I also know that your sister's situation is special and it may not be suitable for us to live together. Weimo, just ignore what I said and don't think too much. I know what kind of person you are, and you must feel bad. Alas, there are too many rules in this world, especially for a big family like yours. If you don't follow some rules, people will gossip about you. There's nothing we can do about it."
At this time, Xiaodie walked out of the house quickly and said respectfully: "Second Miss, Miss Su, my master has woken up."
Su Qingwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked to the window, bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry to bother you so late at night. It's just that those poems you wrote really made Qingwan itchy. Tonight, when my aunt came over, Qingwan also followed, wanting to pay a special visit to Mr. Luo."
Qin Weimo also stepped forward, his voice soft and his face full of concern: "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better?"
Luo Qingzhou got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and replied: "Much better, thank you for your concern, Second Miss."
The reason why he didn't pretend to sleep anymore was, firstly, he didn't want to embarrass Miss Qin Er, and secondly, after hearing what Miss Su said, he felt that the other party was an okay person and it didn't matter if he said hello to her.
The window is closed.
There was an oil lamp on in the room, and his shadow was reflected on the window. He bowed and said, "Miss Su, I don't feel well tonight, so I won't go out to meet you."
When you live under someone's roof, there are some rules that you have to follow.
Here he is a son-in-law, not a son-in-law.
Su Qingwan apologized, "Mr. Luo is not feeling well. Qingwan is really sorry and shouldn't have come to disturb you. But Qingwan really admires your poems. I came here tonight to ask you for advice. Since you are awake, I guess you won't be able to fall asleep for a while. Qingwan will talk to you outside the room and hope you can give me some advice."
There was silence in the room for a while, and then he said, "Miss Su has misunderstood. Those poems were not written by me."
When these words were spoken, everyone outside the room was startled.
Su Qingwan looked surprised: "Why do you say that, Mr. Luo? If those poems were not written by you, then who wrote them?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I just saw it in a book and wrote it down. As for who wrote it, I really don't remember."
"Then Mr. Luo, can you tell Qingwan which book you read this in?"
Su Qingwan asked as she looked at the tall shadow on the window.
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while, then said, "I forgot."
There was silence outside the house.
Su Qingwan smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, why do you have to do this? Qingwan knows that you have a special status now and don't want to be famous too early. You just want to study hard, keep a low profile, and wait for the imperial examination to pass and become famous. Qingwan came here today for no other purpose, but I like your talent very much and want to meet you and talk to you. Qingwan can guarantee that what happened tonight will never be spread to others."
The room fell into silence.
Su Qingwan looked at the shadow on the window and said softly, "Mr. Luo, since it is inconvenient for you to talk, can you do Qingwan a favor?"
There was silence in the room again, and Fang said, "Miss Su, please speak."
Su Qingwan said, "In a few days, Yuanyang Tower will hold a poetry meeting. The topic has been decided. Qingwan has pondered over it and composed two poems, but I am not very satisfied with them. Can you help Qingwan compose one so that Qingwan can read it and have other ideas?"
The man in the room sighed and said, "Miss Su, I really didn't lie to you. I'm not good at poetry."
Su Qingwan lowered her head slightly and said, "Master Luo, Qingwan can promise that she will not mention you to anyone. If you are willing to help, Qingwan will be very grateful. If you need Qingwan in the future, Qingwan will never dare to refuse."
Luo Qingzhou continued, "I'm sorry, Miss Su, I really can't write poetry, and I'm not feeling well tonight, so please go back."
Su Qingwan looked up at the window and said, "Sir, can you help me copy a poem? Just copy the one from the book you just mentioned, okay?"
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"If you don't agree, Qingwan will be shameless and stay here today."
Su Qingwan said stubbornly.
Qin Weimo, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but persuade her softly, "Sister Su, please don't make things difficult for my brother-in-law. He is sick today and it is indeed a little inconvenient."
Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bent her head and stood outside the window, not saying anything more.
The courtyard fell into silence.
The maids and nannies all looked at each other, then looked at the shadow on the window, holding their breath.
Time passed by minute by minute in the stalemate between the two parties.
After a while, the young man in the room sighed and compromised, "Miss Su, please tell me the topic."
Luo Qingzhou knew clearly that if a woman became stubborn, even ten oxen could not pull her back, so he just wrote a poem to get rid of her.
As soon as these words were spoken, the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly relaxed.
Su Qingwan raised her head with joy and said, "Thank you, sir. The topic is plum blossoms. There is a plum garden under the Yuanyang Building. Standing upstairs, you can see the first blooming plum blossoms in the garden, so I came up with this topic."
There was silence in the room for a moment, and then someone asked, "Miss Su, do you want a poem or a lyric?"
Su Qingwan was about to speak, but suddenly paused, her eyes flashed, she looked at the shadow on the window, and said cautiously: "Mr. Luo, how about... a poem, a lyric, is that okay?"
She thought to herself that since Mr. Luo asked this, he must be good at poetry. She just didn't know what kind of poetry he could write in such a short time.
"Sister Su is so greedy."
Qin Weimo, who was standing aside, said secretly in his heart.
At the same time, her eyes were tenderly looking at the shadow on the window, and she was secretly expecting, wondering if her brother-in-law could make it.
"Xiaodie, come in and grind the ink."
Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the room.
Xiaodie agreed and was about to run in. Qin Weimo didn't know why, but he suddenly felt an impulse in his heart and mustered up the courage to say, "Brother-in-law, can Weimo help you grind the ink?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the maids and nannies behind them all changed.
Even Su Qingwan in front of her turned around and looked at her in surprise.
This kind of thing is not something a rich lady can do.
What's more, the young man in the room was a son-in-law and also her brother-in-law. She had a noble status, so how could she take the initiative to grind ink
Qin Weimo's cheeks flushed as he faced everyone's gazes, but he realized that once he had said it, it was too late to take it back. He was indeed tempted to go in and be the first to see his brother-in-law write poetry. He said softly, "Brother-in-law, Weimo wants to see you write poetry."
Luo Qingzhou in the room was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said, "I don't dare to trouble the Second Miss, Xiaodie can help me."
The maids and nannies in the courtyard also began to persuade in unison.
"Miss, no!"
"Miss, how can you help your son-in-law grind ink? This is what servants do."
Although Qin Weimo had been weak and sickly since childhood, he had a very stubborn personality. Since he had decided to go in and grind ink, he did not hesitate any longer. He broke free from Zhu'er and Qiu'er's hands and walked into the house.
The two little maids were shocked and frightened, but did not dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported her again and looked at the old maids behind them for help.
The old maids looked serious and were about to step forward to persuade him, but Qin Weimo turned around, a pleading look appeared on her beautiful pale face, and she said softly: "Mammy, let Weimo be willful for once, anyway, Weimo has been... Weimo will be happy when he goes in..."
Who can bear such words and such pitiful expression
The old maids who were about to persuade her suddenly felt their eyes turn red when they thought of her illness, and they no longer had the heart to open their mouths to stop her.
One of the oldest maids immediately said in a trembling voice, "Young lady, please go in. If anyone dares to tell others about what happened tonight or gossip about it, I will never forgive her! If the lady blames me, I will bear the responsibility alone."
Qin Weimo said gratefully: "Thank you, Mammy."
Zhu'er and Qiu'er felt sad to see the young lady like this. They didn't dare to persuade her anymore. They carefully supported her and walked in.
Xiaodie hurried to open the door and led the way.
Luo Qingzhou was listening in the room, secretly regretting that he was soft-hearted. He shouldn't have gotten up, let alone agreed to let the Miss Su outside help her write a poem.
If he really let Miss Qin's noble little hands grind ink for him, not to mention how severely his mother-in-law would punish him if she knew, even Bailing Xiachan and the others would teach him a lesson if they knew.
But after hearing Miss Qin Er's pitiful words just now, he didn't know how to refuse.
"Brother-in-law, don't worry. Whatever Wei Mo does, he will take care of it. Brother-in-law just needs to write."
Qin Weimo, supported by two maids, walked into the house, bowed to him and spoke softly.
Luo Qingzhou lowered her head and said with embarrassment: "Second Miss, this is really not appropriate. If the Madam and the eldest Miss knew about this..."
"Brother-in-law, Wei Mo will take the initiative to explain to them. If they punish brother-in-law, Wei Mo will take the punishment for brother-in-law."
Qin Weimo said softly.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him and asked puzzledly: "Why does the Second Miss want to do this?"
Qin Weimo was silent for a moment: "I don't know either, it's just that tonight... I suddenly wanted to see my brother-in-law write."
The room fell into silence.
No one spoke anymore, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
The old nanny at the door had red eyes and could not help but speak: "Son-in-law, since the young lady likes it, let her do it for once. It's rare for the young lady to go out and be happy. Even if it's a little unreasonable, we should try to go along with her. I will explain to the lady myself."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then glanced at the pale, frail girl in front of him, sighed secretly in his heart, no longer hesitated, walked to the desk and sat down.
Qin Weimo showed a gentle smile on his face. He walked over, stretched out his jade-white hand, and gently picked up the ink block.
Xiaodie hurried over and added some water to the inkstone.
Qin Weimo gently ground the ink and said softly, "Brother-in-law, in fact, Weimo often grinds the ink by himself in the room. Weimo feels that this can calm the mind and soothe the nerves... Weimo likes to smell the scent of ink."
Luo Qingzhou sat at the table, holding a pen, looking at her slender white wrists and little hands, silent.
"Brother-in-law..."
Qin Weimo reminded softly.
Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, spread out the rice paper, dipped the brush in ink, pondered for a moment, and then put pen to paper.
There is an oil lamp on the table.
Xiaodie lit another lamp, held it in her hand, and stood on the other side.
Qin Weimo was gently grinding the ink while looking at the beautiful little characters outlined by the ink on the rice paper.
The first one is a poem, "Snow Plum".
"The plum blossoms and snow are competing for spring, refusing to give in. The poets put down their pens and stop commenting. The plum blossoms are three points less white than the snow, but the snow is one point less fragrant than the plum blossoms."
When he saw the last two sentences, the ink block in Qin Weimo's hand trembled slightly.
Luo Qingzhou took away the inked rice paper, spread out the second one, dipped the brush in the ink, and started writing without hesitation.
Qin Weimo gradually stopped grinding the ink, his eyes fixed on the soft tip of the pen that was emitting ink, and the words it was drawing. He wanted to hold his breath, but his breathing unconsciously became rapid.
Luo Qingzhou completed the work in one go, with each stroke of the pen turning into a beautiful chapter.
After writing the last word, he put down his pen, picked up the rice paper, blew on it, and then handed it to Xiaodie beside him.
Xiaodie put down the lamp, took it carefully, and took it out.
Qin Weimo was still standing beside the table, still holding the inkstone in his hand, his eyes were infatuated, his expression was trance, and he muttered: "Fallen into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."
"Miss… "
Zhu'er beside her shouted softly.
Qin Weimo came to his senses, and under the light, he looked at the young man who stood up from the table with his gentle eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Su Qingwan's surprised voice suddenly came from the window: "Good poem! Good lyrics! What a good poem that has no intention of struggling for spring, and lets all the flowers be jealous!"
Then she said excitedly: "Master Luo, I am sorry to bother you tonight. Qingwan will come to thank you in a few days. Qingwan will go to see my aunt and show them these two poems to prevent them from doubting and slandering you. Your talent is truly unparalleled. Qingwan is impressed!"
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he quickly opened the window and said, "Miss Su, didn't you just say that you wouldn't tell anyone about what happened tonight?"
Su Qingwan had already taken the poem and excitedly ran to the gate of the courtyard. Upon hearing this, she turned around and laughed, "Don't worry, Mr. Luo. I will tell my aunt and the others, but not anyone else. Don't worry."
After saying that, he ran out the door and disappeared into the night.
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
The courtyard suddenly became quiet.
The room was equally silent.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the girl in the room. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from the gate of the courtyard: "Master, are you awake? Why do I hear a lot of noise here?"
Under the moonlight, Bai Ling, wearing a pink dress, walked in from the gate of the courtyard with a puzzled look on her face.