My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 130

  Chapter 130 This poem, the eldest princess will like it!

  In the courtyard, snowflakes are flying.

  The tall girl in a long lavender dress was holding a whip and standing proudly in the yard. On the ground in front of her was a tree branch.

  Song Ruyue, mother and daughter, dressed in the same style of snow-white fox fur, stood under the eaves to watch, surrounded by maids and mothers.

  Song Ruyue smiled and said: "Meijiao is really powerful, women don't let their eyebrows go!"

  The other maids and mothers also echoed and praised, full of praise.

  But when Luo Qingzhou stepped into the courtyard, the voices suddenly stopped again.

  After Nangong Meijiao saw him, the pride on her face instantly turned into arrogance. She put away her whip, twisted her hips, and turned back to the roof.

  The smile on Song Ruyue's face also cooled down.

  Only the weak girl under the eaves who was being supported by Qiu'er was still smiling and her eyes were full of tenderness.

  Song Ruyue brought Nangong Meijiao and a group of maids and servants, turned around and entered the house, and sat down in the living room.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped in the courtyard, wondering if he should go in.

  Qin Weimo whispered under the eaves: "Brother-in-law, come in..."

  When Luo Qingzhou came close, the weak girl gave him a soft look and smiled softly: "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, Wei Mo will protect you."

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

  The girl covered her mouth and smiled slightly, signaling him to enter the room with her eyes.

  Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to restrain his energy, go in bravely, walked up to the young beautiful woman sitting in the main seat in the living room, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "My lord mother-in-law, what do you want me to do when you call Qingzhou?"

  Song Ruyue held the teacup, lowered her head and took a sip slowly, Fang looked up at him and said, "Can you write a few heroic poems, preferably ones with lofty aspirations, achievements, or national events?"

  Luo Qingzhou said without hesitation: "No."

"Um?"

  Song Ruyue paused the teacup in her hand, then slowly put it on the tea table next to her, looked at him coldly and said, "No?"

  Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said: "Qingzhou is stupid, he really can't."

   Just thinking about it carefully, he can't do these thankless things.

  These poems are for the eldest princess.

   Poems discussing state affairs and wars are no different from those romantic poems. If they are not well written, or the meaning is wrong, if they are caught by someone with a heart, wouldn't they be asking for trouble?

  Anyway, he is only a son-in-law, and he is not qualified to meet the eldest princess, let alone flatter him, so why bother?

  Song Ruyue's face darkened, and she looked at him unkindly.

Qin Weimo said softly at the side: "Mother, everyone's literary style is different, brother-in-law is not good at composing such poems, it is understandable. Didn't Sister Meijiao just say that the eldest princess also likes to draw, Wei Mo Mo can make a painting, and then think of a poem to inscribe on it. Although it may be a bit difficult to come up with, but it is always a heart, and the eldest princess should not blame it. At that time, the mother will send some other gifts, just icing on the cake .”

"Humph!"

  Song Ruyue snorted coldly, rolled her eyes and said, "Some people, I don't know what's the use of raising them. At critical times, they're not even as good as a weak woman."

  Nangong Meijiao sat on the side drinking tea, her face was cold and arrogant, and she didn't say a word.

  Luo Qingzhou lowered his head with his hands folded, without saying a word.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Ruyue lost her temper immediately, her heart fluctuated, and when she was about to slap the table to get angry, Qin Weimo hurriedly said: "Mother, when the time comes, Weimo draws a picture, Ask my brother-in-law to write a short story, or write a poem that borrows the scene to describe people. In this case, it should be possible."

  Song Ruyue snorted coldly and sarcastically: "Will he do it?"

  Qin Weimo glanced at the young man standing respectfully with bowed head in the hall, and answered for him: "Brother-in-law will."

  Song Ruyue twitched her eyebrows and squinted at her.

   Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, finally said: "Wei Mo, do you know your brother-in-law very well? Do you even know this?"

  Qin Weimo said softly: "Sister Meijiao, brother-in-law is very talented, not only Weimo knows it, but mother also knows it. Everyone in the Qin family knows it."

   "Hey, don't add me, I don't know!"

  Song Ruyue sneered, and turned her face away.

   Nangong Meijiao smiled lightly: "Big talent? If you are really talented, you can't stick to one style. Even if other styles are not good, you can still do it. Weimo, don't be fooled."

  Qin Weimo smiled softly: "Sister Meijiao, Weimo knows it well."

  Nangong Meijiao frowned, and looked at the young man standing in the hall again.

  It looks good, but unfortunately it looks weak, and there is nothing different from other scholars.

  She really couldn't understand how Qin Jianjia could marry such a person.

   I don't even understand, even the weak little cousin next to him seems to be fascinated by this guy.

  Every time she comes here to talk to her, she hears her talking about her husband-in-law, and every time she mentions him, her eyes sparkle.

  It seemed that apart from this guy, she had nothing else to talk about in her heart.

   Is this guy really that attractive?

  Why can't she see it?

   "Luo Qingzhou!"

  Song Ruyue suddenly spoke harshly: "What Wei Mo just said, can you do it?"

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while, and looked at the weak girl next to her. Just as she was about to speak, Nangong Meijiao suddenly said: "Scholars do not read books just to recite romantic poems. You all have to deal with world affairs and national affairs. You should care. I heard Weimo say a few of your poems. The literary talents are indeed passable, but the intentions are a bit petty. Apart from moaning without illness, it is the love of children. If you can write some poems with lofty ambitions and ideas for the country, that is A real genius."

  Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "Meijiao is right. Luo Qingzhou, can you do it?"

  Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said, "Qingzhou doesn't..."

"If you can't, go to my back garden to plant flowers now! You don't need to study in the future, go to be a gardener, and let your little girl go too. From now on, both of you, master and servant, will not be able to step out of the garden." Half a step to the back garden!"

  Song Ruyue raised her eyebrows coldly, and spoke harshly.

  Luo Qingzhou looked up at her, and suddenly heard what she was thinking: [What a dog! Today I have to find a reason to teach this nasty boy a lesson, otherwise it will be hard to get my anger out! 】

  Luo Qingzhou: "???"

  Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, even if you want your brother-in-law to do it, you should give him a few days. If you don't ask for it on the spot, just ask your brother-in-law to do it on the spot. You... are a bit of a bully."

"Um?"

  Song Ruyue turned to look at him, glared and said, "You said I bullied this kid?"

Then he stood up abruptly, and said angrily, "Do you know how the son-in-law of your aunt Zhou's family lives every day? He has to get up before dawn every day, and go to bow and wait outside your aunt Zhou's door, doing laundry. Sweeping the floor, doing cattle and horses, doing all kinds of dirty work."

"Your Aunt Zhou's daughter still despises him, even those maidservants dare to insult him, not enough to eat, not warm enough to wear. Your Aunt Zhou even asked him to carry the sedan chair for your Aunt Zhou, drive the carriage, and serve him with slaps and whips at every turn. .”

   "The son-in-law in the family's mansion, which one doesn't live like this? It's worse than the servants, anyone can bully and revil."

"Look at this kid again, what kind of life do you live in our mansion? Those are the days of gods! Eat well and wear well, don't have to do anything except study every day, and there is a little girl in the room to serve you. There is such a beautiful lady, sister-in-law and Yue...Humph! It's time for him to burn incense and worship Buddha, Amitabha Buddha!"

  Qin Weimo lowered his head, not daring to make another sound.

  In fact, she knew in her heart that what her mother said was true, and those who entered the house as wives in other houses had a very bad life, and even those maids and servants looked down on them.

But…

  In her heart, brother-in-law is not comparable to ordinary son-in-law.

  Brother-in-law is talented, can speak well, can recite poems and lyrics, and can write wonderful short stories; he is a good person and character, and he can... protect her and make her happy.

   Anyway, brother-in-law is good, she doesn't allow others to bully him.

  Niangqin can't do it either.

  Although she understood in her heart why her mother was so angry today.

  Luo Qingzhou saw this mother-in-law's face turned pale with anger, and her body was trembling when she uttered a series of words.

  She seemed to feel sorry for her daughter again, and felt a little regretful, but she hadn't finished venting her anger, so she could only hold it back.

  After the Second Miss Qin spoke for him, she lowered her head and pouted her lips after being reprimanded. She seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to continue arguing for him.

Seeing that the mother and daughter who were wearing the same snow-white fox fur and the same beauty seemed to be arguing about him again, Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to break the tense and oppressive atmosphere, saying: "Mother-in-law, Qing Zhou just thought about it and remembered something A poem, I don't know if it's appropriate.”

  Song Ruyue glanced at him angrily, but didn't speak.

   Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, said, "Read it and listen."

  Qin Weimo also raised his head.

  Song Ruyue suddenly said: "Zhu'er, go to the study to study ink and let Qiu'er write it down. If he dares to fool me, this will be the last poem he wrote in the Qin Mansion!"

  Zhu'er agreed, and hurried into the study together with Qiu'er.

Luo Qingzhou sighed secretly in his heart, brewing up his emotions, Fang opened his mouth and said sonorously: "Golden wrong sword and white jade outfit, shining through the window at night. The man has not done his work, and he lifts the knife to look after the eight wastes independently. Jinghua made friends A thousand-year-old history is ashamed and unnamed, and one is loyal to the emperor. You come to join the army in Tianhanbin, Nanshan Xiaoxueyu is jagged. Woohoo! Although three households in Chu can perish in Qin, how can there be no majestic flames? people!"

  The tone of this poem is sonorous and powerful, without any pause, and after reading it in one breath, a sense of heroic ambition and passion arose in his chest involuntarily!

  Although Song Ruyue didn't understand it right away, when she heard the momentum, her heart suddenly became awe-inspiring, and the expression on her face also changed.

  After hearing this, Qin Weimo couldn't help clenching her little hands, a blush of excitement suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks, her eyes shone brightly, her lips moved, as if she wanted to speak, but she just looked at the girl in the purple skirt next to her.

   Nangong Meijiao pondered for a while, seeming to recall a few of them.

   After a while.

  She looked at Song Ruyue and said, "Auntie, I have a gift for the eldest princess. This poem, plus Wei Mo's painting, the eldest princess should like it."

   Let me tell you, the gift for the eldest princess is definitely not this poem.

   There will be better things.

  (end of this chapter)

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