The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
There were many maids and nannies standing in the courtyard, and there were people standing in the house as well, but when the lark flew in, there was silence.
Bailing looked at the yard, then looked into the house through the open window, and stood there in a daze.
Everyone was embarrassed.
Including her.
At this time, the sister-in-law was actually in her brother-in-law's room, standing so close to him, and holding an ink block in her hand, obviously she had just finished grinding ink for her brother-in-law...
The maids and nannies immediately felt guilty and blushed.
After all, the girl in front of him was none other than the eldest lady's personal maid.
The young man in the room was the young lady's newly married husband, but at this moment, their young lady...
Bailing was also embarrassed.
If there was someone else in the room, she would have gone up to question and reprimand him, or even called Xia Chan over, but the person in the room was the Second Young Miss...
She would rather not have seen it.
There was silence for a moment.
Qin Weimo put down the ink block in his hand, bowed slightly to the young man in front of him, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, I'm sorry to bother you. You should have a good rest. Weimo will take his leave..."
Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at her, and nodded.
Qin Weimo walked out with the help of Zhu'er and Qiu'er.
As soon as I walked out of the house, I was blown by the wind and started coughing again.
The maid at the door quickly opened an umbrella to block the wind for her.
Qin Weimo slowly took off the moon-white handkerchief that was covering his mouth.
There was a stain of bright red blood on the handkerchief.
Qiu Er, who was standing next to her, saw this and her face suddenly changed. She said in a trembling voice, "Mammy, the young lady is coughing up blood again..."
Several maids nearby panicked and hurriedly urged, "Go, go, help the young lady back home, and call Doctor Sun!"
A group of people surrounded the fragile girl and hurried out of the yard.
When passing by Bailing, Qin Weimo looked at her timidly, as if he wanted to say something, but was hurriedly taken away by the maid and the nanny.
The courtyard soon became quiet.
Bailing frowned, withdrew her gaze from the door and looked into the house.
Luo Qingzhou stood at the window and looked at her.
Xiaodie stood behind him with her head down, like a child who had done something wrong and was facing her parents, feeling guilty and uneasy.
"Sir, you are so brave."
Bailing looked at him from the window with a complicated expression.
Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "I have not done anything wrong to the eldest lady, nor have I done anything wrong to the second lady."
Bailing was silent for a moment, then she spoke in a slower tone, "Is my son-in-law feeling better?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Much better, thank you Miss Bailing for your concern."
Bailing nodded slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned around and looked at him. Her beautiful cheeks revealed two shallow dimples in the moonlight. She said softly, "Son-in-law, you may have misunderstood. I didn't mean to blame you just now. Whatever the second lady likes, you can just go along with her. The eldest lady means the same thing."
After saying this, he walked out of the courtyard and disappeared into the night outside the door.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window in a daze for a while, then turned around and said to Xiaodie, "When Qiu'er and Zhu'er ask me about me in the future, just tell them that I'm very busy and I'm reading in my room. I don't want anyone to disturb me. Got it?"
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, sir."
Then he couldn't help but ask, "Sir, you don't want to see the Second Miss again, right?"
Luo Qingzhou did not answer. He sat down at the desk and opened the book. His eyes were fixed on the ink that was gradually condensing in the inkstone and the ink block that his bare hands had just grasped.
After a long silence, Fang said two words: "Trouble."
Xiaodie didn't dare to ask any more questions. She left the room and closed the door for him.
Luo Qingzhou calmed down and continued reading.
"People who practice cultivation do not understand the great way at first, but want to achieve success quickly. Their bodies are like dead wood, their hearts are like dead ashes, their spirits are kept inward, and their minds are focused. When they are in a state of concentration, a Yin spirit emerges. They are pure and spiritual ghosts, not pure Yang immortals. Because their Yin spirits are focused and do not disperse, they are called ghost immortals. Although they are called immortals, they are actually ghosts..."
"Ghost fairy?"
Luo Qingzhou muttered this word secretly in his heart. If a ghost has cultivated successfully, it can become an immortal without a physical body
However, according to what is said in the book, even if one becomes an immortal in this way, he or she will still be a ghost in the end and it will be difficult to ascend to the great way.
After becoming a ghost immortal, what else can one achieve through cultivation
He continued reading, but found that there was another story on the next page.
The records in this book are intermittent, vague, and seem both true and false. Most of them are passed down from ancient times, or are fabricated based on certain stories.
Most of them can’t be taken seriously.
Luo Qingzhou naturally wouldn't believe it all.
He opened another book.
The lamp is as small as a bean, and the moonlight is bright.
There was silence in the courtyard.
Listening to the rain garden on a moonlit night.
The lakeside is still hung with lanterns.
In the middle of the lake, lights were also lit on the elegant attic.
At this time, Song Ruyue had already brought those noble ladies and maids to the attic, and sat at the table at the railing on the top floor, eating melon seeds and snacks, watching the moon, chatting, and showing off.
As the young women chatted, the topic turned to Song Ruyue's son-in-law who married into the family.
"Ruyue, I'm not being nosy. He's the unwanted illegitimate son of the Chengguo Mansion. I heard he might not even be Luo Yannian's son. He was thrown to you like trash, but you treat him like a treasure. How can a son-in-law who marries into the family be so ignorant of the rules? He doesn't even come when you call him."
"That's right, Ruyue. Look at the son-in-law of the Zhou family. He gets up before dawn every day and stands outside Zhou Lan's courtyard with his head bowed, waiting to pay his respects. He goes there again every night. He works like a slave every day, doing all the dirty and tiring work. He is diligent, sensible, and obedient. Your son-in-law is well fed and well-drinked all day long, and stays in the house to study. I don't know what he can learn from reading."
"As for those poems you mentioned, do you think he really wrote them? I think they were prepared in advance and used specifically to deceive you. It's almost certain."
"Ruyue, you don't really expect that boy to pass the imperial examination for you, do you? If he really has that ability, will Chengguo Mansion be willing to let him marry into the family?"
Several women had just been outshined by her with their youth, beauty, good skin and good figure, and they were very unhappy, so they could only blame this unlucky son-in-law who married into her family.
Song Ruyue listened to their sarcastic remarks and her face suddenly darkened. She lowered her head and started eating melon seeds without saying anything.
The women pretended not to notice her expression and laughed and made a few sarcastic remarks.
A woman even recited those poems with a strange smile, which made everyone laugh.
Song Ruyue was feeling ashamed and angry, but she had no place to vent her anger. Seeing that they were getting excited, she could only turn around and yell at Mei'er beside her, "Starting tomorrow, let that boy plant flowers in my back garden! What's the point of him staying in the house reading all day? We don't keep useless people in our Qin family!"
Mei'er lowered her head and agreed with a worried heart.
The ladies saw her getting angry, looked at each other, and were about to tease her a few more times before stopping. At this moment, a maid suddenly came upstairs and reported: "Madam, Miss Qingwan is here."
One of the noble ladies asked curiously, "Didn't that girl go out to talk to Wei Mo? Why is she here again?"
Not long after, Su Qingwan came upstairs panting, with an excited look on her face and two pieces of rice paper in her hands.
"Qingwan, what are you so happy about?"
"Your face is so red, did you come here to run? Did you write a new poem?"
"Oh, our great talent from Mo City has a new work coming out. I guess those talented people who will be invited to write it tomorrow will be ashamed."
Several noble ladies saw the rice paper in her hand and started to laugh and tease her.
Su Qingwan stood in front of several noble ladies, panting for a while, and then handed the rice paper in her hand to one of the ladies. Her face was full of excitement, and she panted and said, "Aunt...Aunt, take a look..."
The noble lady was born into a scholarly family and had been studying since childhood. She was quite talented. Upon hearing this, she took the rice paper with a smile and looked at the first piece first.
The first piece of paper contained a seven-character quatrain.
She thought it was her niece who made it up, so she just smiled and recited it aloud: "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 less fragrant than the plum blossoms."
When she read the last sentence, the smile on her face froze.
After hearing this, the other noble ladies were stunned, and one of them immediately snatched it away and said, "Let me see."
Then, he couldn't help but recite it again.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
"The plum is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is one point less fragrant than the plum... This sentence is really exquisite! Qingwan, you are indeed worthy of being the first talented woman in Mo City, you really deserve the title!"
The other ladies all praised it.
Su Qingwan's aunt smiled brightly, with a hint of pride on her face. She looked at Song Ruyue beside her and said with a smile: "Ruyue, my Qingwan's poem is better than the ones written by your son-in-law..."
"Aunt! This is not my fault!"
Before she could finish, Su Qingwan immediately panted and said, "It was... written by Young Master Luo! These two poems were just written by Young Master Luo..."
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
"Mr. Luo? Who is Mr. Luo?"
her aunt asked in surprise.
At this moment, after being stunned for a few seconds, Song Ruyue's heart suddenly shook and she became excited. Her pretty face turned red because of excitement.
Sure enough, the next second, she heard a familiar name!
"Luo Qingzhou, Wei Mo's brother-in-law, is the young master Luo you just discussed who married into the family."
Su Qingwan took a cup of tea from the table, took a few sips and then said.
There was a sudden silence in the attic.
Song Ruyue's face was flushed with excitement, and she showed an extremely bright and exaggerated smile on her face. She hurriedly said, "Next one! Isn't there another poem? Read it quickly, read it quickly!"
The woman came to her senses and looked at the rice paper in her hand. She scanned it first, and her face suddenly changed. Her pupils lit up and her eyes were fixed on the following sentences.
"Xiangmei, read quickly!"
A noble lady next to him urged.
The woman took a deep breath, her eyes complicated, and slowly recited: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, the flowers are blooming lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I let all the flowers be jealous. They are scattered into mud and turned into dust, but the fragrance remains the same..."
The entire attic gradually fell silent.
All I could hear was Su Qingwan's still somewhat rapid breathing...