My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 136

  Chapter 136 Peerless Poetry

at dusk.

  In the study room, red sleeves add fragrance, and plain hands study ink.

  Luo Qingzhou sat in front of the desk, holding a wolf brush, writing with ink.

   Not long after, the snow-white rice paper was covered with a large area of ​​beautiful, restrained characters.

  The incense **** in the incense burner are baked into curls of cigarettes, which are scattered in the room.

  And the faint fragrance from the girl beside her also competed with the smoke from time to time, and got into Luo Qingzhou's nose.

  Reminiscent of the shy and bold words of Miss Qin Er just now, and the method that the spirit senior said to him last night, he inevitably felt a little heartbroken.

  In fact, he often thinks that when he came here as a married man, if he hadn't married Miss Qin, but...

   Wouldn't it be great?

  Of course, it's useless to think about it now that it's done.

  He is indeed willing to sacrifice a lot of things for this weak and poor girl, but there are some things that he can't sacrifice if he wants to.

  He is now in the Qin Mansion, just a son-in-law.

  If you think too much, you will only ask for trouble.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Success or failure is turned away. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things have happened in ancient and modern times? , it's all a joke..."

  Qin Weimo was studying the ink with plain hands while looking at the small characters he wrote. When he read the poem at the beginning, he couldn't help turning his head to look at him again.

"Miss Er, this is a new story about three countries. As for the three countries, you can just treat it as my invention. This story contains many things, brotherhood, conspiracy, loyalty, treachery , and more analyzes of major events in the world, as well as methods of using troops, etc. I believe... you may also like it."

  Luo Qingzhou explained while writing.

  Qin Weimo looked at him softly and said: "As long as it is written by brother-in-law, Weimo will like it..."

  Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment, then turned to look at her, and met her pair of eyes that were full of autumn water and infinitely gentle.

   After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Second Miss, do you really think there is nothing wrong with the few poems I wrote in the afternoon? Do you need to change them?"

Qin Weimo came back to his senses, and smiled slightly: "Brother-in-law wrote so many poems in one breath, plus yesterday's, they are all wonderful poems that make people feel convincing. Even if there are some flaws or some inconsistencies, And absolutely no one will delve into it, let alone change it.”

After a pause, he smiled again: "Brother-in-law wrote so many good poems on purpose, isn't it just to paralyze us? Don't worry, brother-in-law, there will be no problem. Others will only be amazed and impressed when they read it. How dare you doubt it at will. No one dares to question a talented person whose talent is much, much higher than his own. If someone doesn't understand, then he will only suspect in his heart that he is ignorant, so how dare he speak out.”

   "That's true."

  Luo Qingzhou smiled, and continued to write "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" with his head bowed.

Qin Weimo stared at the words in his pen, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, I'm afraid this story is much more exciting than "The Story of the Stone", right? Weimo can see that this story is magnificent, it must be A heart-pounding, long-lasting story."

  Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "Indeed. But some people like it, and some people may not be able to stand it. The second lady doesn't have to force it. Most of the people who like to read this story are probably men. Of course, those who like military affairs will definitely like it."

  Qin Weimo studied ink, pouted: "Brother-in-law looks down on people, and Weimo likes it too."

  Luo Qingzhou smiled, didn't say much, and continued to write seriously.

   After writing two rounds, it was already dark outside.

  At this time, Qiu'er pushed open the door and whispered: "Miss, Uncle, Madam is here, and is about to enter the yard."

  Luo Qingzhou immediately stood up, blew the ink on the paper, and rolled up the rice paper.

  After thinking for a while, he walked quickly to the back room, put him on Miss Qin Er's bed, and pressed him with a quilt.

   There is heating in the room.

  The ink on it has already condensed, so you are not afraid to smear a piece.

  Luo Qingzhou walked under the desk again.

  Footsteps have reached the door.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly picked up the ink stick.

   "Ma'am."

   Qiu'er, who was standing by the door, bowed and said.

  Song Ruyue took off her shoes at the door, walked in, and looked at the two people in front of the desk.

  A frail girl in a plain white dress is sitting at the desk and writing seriously.

  Besides stood a young man in a toga, bowing his head, holding an ink stick in his hand, and was grinding ink for the girl.

  Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, and said with surprise on her face, "Weimo, can you get up now? Are you feeling better?"

  The girl seemed to know that she was coming, turned her head to look at her, and said softly: "Mother, I'm much better."

  Song Ruyue was full of joy, walked closer, glanced at the boy standing next to him, couldn't help but give him a blank look, and said coldly: "What are you doing so close? It's just researching ink, won't you stand far away?"

   As he spoke, he snorted coldly, and quickly helped his daughter pull up the clothes on her chest, muttering: "Stupid girl, don't let someone take advantage of you."

   Then he walked to the bed of the beauty, took the snow-white fox fur, and put it on the girl.

  Qin Weimo blushed slightly, and whispered: "Mother, it's hot."

   "Why is it hot? Wear more, so you don't cough again in a while. Wrap me up tightly, and be careful of someone with dishonest eyes!"

Song Ruyue couldn't help but draped it on her body forcibly, then hugged her shoulders, bent down, pressed against her small face, looked at her handwriting and praised: "Our Wei Mo's handwriting is so beautiful , as beautiful as a human being."

   Then added another sentence: "As expected of me."

  Luo Qingzhou saw the strong affection between the mother and daughter, quickly put down the ink stick, took the opportunity to cup his hands and said: "Mother-in-law, since you are here, I will go back first."

   "No!"

"Do not…"

  The mother and daughter turned their heads at the same time and refused in unison.

   After speaking, the two were slightly startled and looked at each other.

  Qin Weimo's cheeks flushed.

  Song Ruyue immediately said with a stern face: "What are you doing so early when you go back? Didn't you see Wei Mo writing? You are not here to study ink, so let me do it?"

  Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say anything, so he had to pick up the ink stick and continue grinding.

  Qin Weimo breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Mother, have you read the poems that Zhuer sent over in the evening? What do you think?"

   "Hmph, just do it, so-so."

  Song Ruyue rolled her eyes, curled her lips, with a disdainful expression on her face.

  Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and said: "Then mother, do you want to give it to the eldest princess together?"

  Song Ruyue said expressionlessly: "Since there is nothing to send, we can only reluctantly send these so-so things. It doesn't matter whether the eldest princess likes it or not, that's all."

  Qin Weimo nodded, and said: "The mother will have someone frame it when she goes back tonight. Those poems were written by her brother-in-law with painstaking efforts. Mother must tidy them up so that they won't be stolen."

  Song Ruyue sneered: "You are a peerless baby, everyone likes you? It's just a few poems, even if I put them outside the yard, no one will take a second look."

  Qin Weimo smiled, did not speak any more, and bowed his head to write.

   Another moment passed.

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but put down the ink stick, cupped his hands again and said, "My lord, I want to..."

   "No!"

   Before he finished speaking, Song Ruyue stared and vetoed.

  Luo Qingzhou could only say: "I'm in a hurry, I want to go out for the convenience."

  Qin Weimo covered her mouth and snickered.

  The corner of Song Ruyue's mouth twitched, she stared at him and said, "Go!"

  Luo Qingzhou walked to the door, put on his shoes, and left quickly.

  Mother and daughter are enjoying themselves in the room, but he is really embarrassed in there, he might as well come out to get some air.

  The snow outside also stopped, and the wind also stopped.

  Luo Qingzhou went out and walked towards his small courtyard.

  He is going to see Xiao Die, and then Bai Ling and Miss Qin.

   It's strange, these procedures seem to have become a habit after dark, and I feel a little uncomfortable if I don't do something.

  Go back to the courtyard.

Xiaodie was lighting an oil lamp to embroider flowers in the room. Seeing him come back, she was surprised and said: "My lord, you are back so soon? Sister Qiu'er told the maidservant in the evening that the young master might come back very late tonight, and let the maidservant first sleeping."

Luo Qingzhou sighed, walked to the bed, took a look at the lotus flower she embroidered, and said: "I have to go later, as for when I will come back tonight, I'm not sure yet. So later If you're sleepy, go to bed by yourself, don't wait for me."

  Xiao Die shyly said: "My lord, what you are holding... is the bellyband of a slave."

Luo Qingzhou stroked it, and said with a natural expression: "It's very soft, and there's no need to embroider it. You see, you can make these edges into lace, and you can add a bow on the chest. .In fact, the lower part of the stomach can be cut off, leaving only the upper part to cover the chest, and the middle connection part can actually be left with only a thin rope, so that it can be pulled..."

   "Master..."

  Xiao Die suddenly blushed and interrupted him, shyly said: "Did you read any unhealthy books recently?"

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, then realized that something was wrong with him today, put down the apron in his hand, and said: "Then you continue to embroider, I'm leaving."

   "Young master, you don't even have a family yet."

  The little girl pursed her mouth, her eyes were dim.

  Luo Qingzhou turned around when he heard the words, hugged her up, kissed her in his arms for a while, then put her on the bed and said, "Okay, go to bed early."

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

  The little girl was lying on the bed, her mouth was wet, her eyes were blurred, and her expression was blank.

  After a long while, Fang clamped her slender and straight legs, her small face was charming, and she muttered in her mouth: "Master... slave... slave loves you..."

  Luo Qingzhou went out and went straight to Lingchan Moon Palace.

When I walked to the door, I saw Bai Ling in a pink dress standing there, holding a flower in his hand, lowering his hair in a daze, with a slender little foot kicking back and forth under the hem of the skirt, and his pensive appearance was equally delicate lovely.

  Luo Qingzhou approached her silently, and when she raised her head, she suddenly lowered her head and leaned forward, kissing her pink and sweet mouth, and wrapped her arms around her slender and soft waist.

  Bai Ling's eyes widened immediately, and he struggled a few times at first, but soon his eyes blurred, his body became weak, and he let you pick it.

  Luo Qingzhou kissed for a while, Fang let go of her mouth, but his arms still wrapped around her waist, and whispered: "Miss me?"

  He didn't know why he suddenly became so passionate today, and the desire hidden in his body seemed to be awakened.

  Is it because you are energetic after practicing, and you haven't had **** this month?

   "Not at all."

  Bai Ling's cheeks were red, his eyes were watery, and he denied it in a low voice.

Luo Qingzhou put his arms around her waist, leaned against her body, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead to her forehead intimately, staring at her shy and trembling eyelashes and said: "Ask you again, miss me Is it gone?"

Bai Ling pouted and wanted to deny it again, but Luo Qingzhou suddenly hugged her up, turned and walked to his small courtyard and said: "If you dare to say no, I will take off your clothes tonight and let you You go to bed."

  Bai Ling hurriedly begged for mercy: "Think about it, uncle, I think about it... I don't want to sleep with you, woo woo..."

  Luo Qingzhou put her down now, not daring to waste any more time, and said, "Is Missy in the back garden?"

  Bai Ling snorted, turned away, and said angrily: "No, the lady is in the room, so I don't have to go to pay my respects tonight."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at the door and asked, "Why didn't you see Miss Xia Chan?"

  Bai Ling paused, turned around to look at him and said, "Did you miss Chanchan?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Just asking casually."

  Bai Ling looked at him seriously, and said: "Chanchan is not at home, she went to work as a coolie to earn money."

  Luo Qingzhou was taken aback when he heard the words, and said, "Working as a coolie? Making money? What are you doing as a coolie? Where did you go?"

  Bai Ling looked at him and said, "Plant flowers. In the flower garden behind, in the wife's back garden, wherever she can make money, she will go there."

  Luo Qingzhou said with a strange expression: "She is a girl, what does she earn money for? There is food and drink here. Besides, don't you have a monthly allowance?"

Bai Ling shook his head: "Miss Chanchan and I were both brought back from the outside, and we don't belong to the servants in the mansion, so we don't have any special money. If we want money, we have to earn it ourselves. Apart from killing people, Chanchan can also put on a picture. Other than being cold-faced, she can only do hard work to earn money. As for what does she earn money for? Hey, maybe it was because she was so poor that she didn't even have steamed buns to eat, so she wanted to save some money.”

  Luo Qingzhou felt a little weird.

  Such a powerful little girl was reduced to the point where she had to plant flowers and shaving soil to earn money.

  But after thinking about it, I understand.

  If she really needs money, with her character, she really doesn't know how to go out to make money other than killing people.

   What's more, she is still a road idiot.

  However, as a little girl, she doesn't have to worry about food or clothing here, so there's really no need to save money desperately.

  She will not need to spend money to marry a daughter-in-law in the future.

   "Okay, then I'm leaving, and I have to go to the second lady."

  Luo Qingzhou bid farewell.

Bai Ling's lips moved, he hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, and said: "My lord, I heard that the night the eldest princess came to Mo City, the night market in Mo City would be open until dawn, with lights and festoons everywhere. There are also various performances, which are very lively. On that day, can my uncle take me and Chanchan out for a stroll?"

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, nodded and said, "Okay, can I take Xiaodie?"

  Bai Ling's eyes moved, and he smiled: "Of course."

  Luo Qingzhou waved his hand and left quickly.

   I don't know if the bad-tempered mother-in-law is getting angry at this time.

   After all, he has been out for a long time.

tonight…

  He should go to accompany Miss Qin Er for a while.

   When the mother-in-law is about to leave, he will leave again. I believe that even if he wants to stay there longer, the mother-in-law will not agree.

  After all, there is a difference between the brother-in-law and the sister-in-law.

  (end of this chapter)

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