My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 141

  Chapter 141 Picking Chrysanthemums Under the Eastern Fence, Accompanying Chanchan to Plant Flowers

   It's late afternoon.

  When Luo Qingzhou woke up, he realized something was wrong.

  The restless heat in his body seemed to have completely disappeared.

  The whole body not only recovered, but also seemed to be in better condition.

   Refreshing and very comfortable.

  He lifted the quilt and was about to get up when he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance.

  At the same time, he saw a long strand of hair in the quilt.

  Looked blankly on the bed for a long while before he got dressed and got up.

   After washing, I went out.

  Yesterday's work has not been finished yet, and today he has to go to Miss Qin Er to write something.

  While passing through Lingchan Moon Palace, the courtyard door suddenly opened.

  Just as Bai Ling was about to come out, when he saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately backed away.

"boom!"

  The courtyard door closed again.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped, stared at the closed door for a while, walked to the door and said, "Bailing, I have a gift for you."

   As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard door opened again with a "squeak".

  Bai Ling opened his eyes wide and said excitedly, "Master, what gift? Did you buy it for me? Did you buy it for someone else besides me?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Only you have it."

  Bai Ling immediately smiled, with two sweet dimples on his face, stretched out his little hand and said happily: "Grandpa is so kind, give it to me quickly."

  Luo Qingzhou took out a hair from her pocket and put it in her palm.

   Immediately, he turned and left.

The smile on Bai Ling's face suddenly froze, staring at the hair in his hand for a few seconds, Fang stomped at his back and said: "Smelly uncle! Who wants your hair! Cheapskate, don't even think about flirting with others in the future! Humph!"

   After a while.

She returned to the house and said angrily to the girl who was sleeping on the bed: "Young master is so stingy, you even gave someone a piece of hair, and said that you let him hide it in a place close to your body, saying that seeing hair is like seeing someone , people are not rare!"

   As he spoke, in front of the **** the bed, he tucked his hair into the clothes on his chest, and a little smugness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Xia Chan lay on the bed, opened her eyes and looked at her, paused, touched a hair from her head, and handed it to her.

  Bai Ling stared blankly at the hair in her hand, then sneered and said, "Who wants your hair, it's as if they don't have it."

   Then he turned around and left, proudly saying: "He not only has his own hair here, but also my uncle's hair."

   After finishing speaking, he left the room and happily hummed a ditty outside.

  The girl lying on the bed was stunned for a while, then closed her eyes again.

  The weather changes quickly.

  Yesterday it was snowing heavily, but today is sunny.

  The snow in the courtyard began to melt.

  Pearl was sweeping the snow in the courtyard with a broom.

  She decided to call that guy over after a while, otherwise the lady would not be able to eat, read books, and feel unhappy.

   Hey, I really don't know what's so good about that guy.

  While thinking about it, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, under the bright sunlight, a tall and elegant figure appeared. His cheeks were so delicate and handsome, and his eyes were so bright and gentle...

   "Miss Zhuer, is Second Miss up yet?"

  The young man in a loose Confucian robe asked softly, his voice was as gentle as jade.

  Zhu'er was stunned for a while, Fang woke up with a start, and hurriedly said: "Well, young master, the young lady woke up at noon and is writing now. Come in quickly, young master."

  The young man smiled slightly and praised: "Miss Zhu'er is really diligent."

   After finishing speaking, he walked towards the house.

  Zhu'er stood there blankly, looking at his back, two touches of blush were unconsciously stained on her cheeks.

   "Young Master is so handsome... No wonder Miss is fascinated. Even Qiu'er always intentionally lures Xiaodie to talk about Young Master."

  The little maid blushed, thinking to herself.

  Luo Qingzhou entered the house.

   Qiu'er saw him, smiled, hurried to the door of the study room, knocked on the door, and said softly, "Miss, my uncle is here."

  Qin Weimo was in a daze in front of the desk, when he heard the voice, his eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up.

  Qiu'er knelt down at the door and said, "My lord, this servant will take off your shoes for you."

  When Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, the little maid was already holding his feet with both hands and began to take them off for him.

   "Thank you, Miss Qiu'er."

   "My uncle is so polite, this is what a servant girl should do."

   Qiu'er put the shoes away, smiled and opened the door.

  At this time, Zhu'er came in from the door and exposed her, saying: "Qiu'er, Madam and Second Young Master are here, but you haven't seen you take off their shoes yet."

   Qiu'er hurriedly said: "Madam has Meier to help take it off, and the second son won't go in, why should I help him take it off?"

  After Luo Qingzhou entered the room and closed the door, Zhu Erfang snorted coldly: "I think you are the body of Uncle Greedy!"

   "Don't talk nonsense, be careful to be overheard by my uncle."

   "Just to say, you secretly ask Xiaodie about my uncle all day long, don't think I don't know."

   "I did it for Miss."

   "Then you hugged me in your dream last night, with your legs sandwiching me, and you kept calling aunt and aunt, was it also because of the lady?"

   "You bullshit! I didn't!"

   "You have it! I want to tell my uncle that you have dreams every night to serve my uncle... um..."

  Qiu'er covered her mouth and pulled her out with a face full of embarrassment.

  Luo Qingzhou entered the study, walked to the desk, looked down at the densely packed small characters on the table, then looked at the weak girl in front of him and said, "Second Miss, are you writing?"

  Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze from looking at him, sat down slowly again, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, tell me today, let Weimo write."

  Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, picked up the ink stick and said, "Okay."

  Qin Weimo looked up at him and said, "Brother-in-law, this morning... when did you leave?"

  Luo Qingzhou looked at the beautiful small characters on the rice paper and said: "It's just dawn, I will leave after my wife leaves."

   "Brother-in-law, last night..."

   "By the way, Second Miss, take another roll of rice paper. You need to rewrite the poems from the day before yesterday and yesterday."

  Seeing that he refused to mention what happened last night, Qin Weimo had to keep his mouth shut, and took another roll of clean rice paper from the side.

   "Second Miss, I'll read it, and you write it. You can write the title of each poem by yourself. As for the name..."

  Qin Weimo unfolded the rice paper, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink and concentrated, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, read..."

  Luo Qingzhou nodded, and re-read the poems written the day before yesterday and yesterday.

  Wait until the girl at the table has finished writing all the poems.

  Luo Qingzhou said again: "Let's write two more rounds of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" today. There are a lot of words. If the second lady is tired, let's rest for a while."

  Paused, he said again: "By the way, Second Miss, how is your memory? If I write you new poems, how much can you memorize in these two days?"

  Qin Weimo was slightly startled, and said with a smile, "If brother-in-law wrote it, no matter how many songs there are, Weimo can remember them all."

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help saying: "Second Miss is really amazing. Unfortunately, as a daughter, she cannot take the imperial examination."

  Qin Weimo smiled slightly, looked down at the brush and ink on the rice paper and said, "Even if you can take the imperial examination, Weimo doesn't have that kind of thought. Weimo likes to be clean, not officialdom."

  Luo Qingzhou smiled and said: "That's true, how can a clean and quiet person like Miss Qin Er enter such a dirty and noisy place, it doesn't fit."

Qin Weimo covered his mouth and smiled, looked at him with beautiful eyes and said: "Brother-in-law, you can't talk nonsense, if it gets out, people who are officials won't listen to it. Besides, brother-in-law will also be an official after the imperial examination and high school ?”

  Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while, and said, "Not necessarily."

Qin Weimo looked at him softly, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, I don't want to be an official, I'm looking for a place where no one is there. There are flowers and grass, food, and shelter. It's quiet, and it's actually pretty good. "

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, can you see Nanshan leisurely? Second Miss likes such a place?"

  Qin Weimo was startled: "Chrysanthemum picking? Brother-in-law, this poem..."

  Luo Qingzhou smiled, took the pen from her hand, and took a piece of blank rice paper from the side, and said, "Second Miss, keep this poem."

   As he spoke, he dipped his ink in the ink and wrote down the original poem.

Qin Weimo watched intently, and read softly: "Jielu is in a human environment, and there are no cars and horses. How can I ask you? My heart is far away from myself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I can see Nanshan leisurely. The weather is beautiful and the evening is good, and the birds return each other. There is a true meaning in this, and if you want to distinguish it, you will forget the words."

   As she read, her eyes were dazed, and there was a look of longing in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou finished writing, put down the pen, dried the ink on it, and gave it to her, saying: "Although this kind of life is very beautiful, it is actually very tiring and lonely. Older people, or people who are world-weary People, maybe they will like it."

Qin Weimo took the little poem and read it again in a daze. Fang looked up at him and said, "Brother-in-law, this kind of life is actually very good if there is a caring person to accompany it. Weimo …Quite like."

  Luo Qingzhou avoided her gaze and said, "Second Miss, let's continue writing the story."

  Qin Weimo stared at him for a while, Fang looked away, lowered his head slightly and said, "Oh."

   Immediately picked up the pen and ink, and muttered again in a low voice: "Brother-in-law is so timid..."

  Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear, and continued reading the story.

  After writing two rounds of stories, Luo Qingzhou read a few more poems.

   After finishing all this, he turned his head and looked out the window, and the sky outside unexpectedly turned dark.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to stay any longer, and said goodbye: "Second Miss, you take good care of these things. It's getting late, and I have to go back to study. I haven't read for a few days, and I always feel that something is missing in my heart."

  Qin Weimo heard him say this, although he was very sad, but he didn't dare to keep him anymore, so he stood up, looked at him softly and said: "Brother-in-law, thank you..."

  Luo Qingzhou knew why she thanked her.

  For her own sake, but also for the Qin family.

  But Luo Qingzhou did all this for himself.

  The Qin Mansion is gone, and he and Xiaodie will probably be gone soon too.

   Not to mention, there are so many lovely people here.

  He is not willing.

   "Second Miss, rest early, if I have time tomorrow, I will come again."

  Luo Qingzhou bid farewell and left.

  When he walked out of the door, Qiu'er quickly took his shoes, squatted down and hugged his feet, and helped him put on the shoes.

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but said: "Miss Qiu'er, I'll just wear it myself next time."

  After Qiu'er helped him put it on, Fang stood up and said with a smile: "How can I do that, my uncle has worked so hard to tell stories to my lady and make my lady happy. I don't dare to be negligent."

  Luo Qingzhou smiled and went out.

  Zhu'er walked out from the next room, snorting coldly: "It's for the sake of the young lady, but it's because I'm greedy for my uncle's body, and want to take this opportunity to hug my uncle's feet."

   "Damn girl, if you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart."

   "Oh, Miss, Qiu'er has become angry from embarrassment! Qiu'er wants to be my uncle's liaison girl, Miss, do you allow me?"

   "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hahaha…"

  Two little maids went crazy outside.

  In the room, a weak girl in a plain white dress stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the figure that disappeared at the door with a dazed expression.

   After a long time.

  She Fang sighed slightly, and muttered in her mouth: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan...Brother-in-law, together...isn't it good?"

  Luo Qingzhou went out, thinking about something, walking forward.

  When he was about to reach the Lingchan Moon Palace, he suddenly saw a familiar slender figure, wearing a black coarse cloth dress, holding a sword in his hand, walking from the road ahead.

  The two looked at each other.

  The figure was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered its head slightly, quickened its pace, and held the sword tightly in its hand.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped.

   When the two passed by, he suddenly said: "Miss Xia Chan, if you need money..."

  The girl stopped suddenly, paused, turned her head to look at him, her eyes were cold and said: "I... have money."

   Paused, and added another word coldly: "Many."

  Luo Qingzhou shrugged and said nothing more.

  The girl's pretty face was cold, she clenched her sword tightly, and walked away quickly.

  Luo Qingzhou watched her slender figure gradually walk away, and couldn't help but think of the scene he saw last night in his mind. For some reason, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable again.

   Walking on the way back.

  He thought to himself: Anyway, there is nothing to do tonight, after dinner later, go help her plant flowers together, and take a look at Dongdong and Xixi by the way.

  Thinking of Dongdong and Xixi, he recalled the scene of the heavy snow, in the secluded alley, the two little beggars, hungry and cold, embracing each other, shivering in the whistling wind and snow, waiting for death.

  He only saved them for a few days.

  But someone in the Qin Mansion saved their lives.

   Is it really a coincidence?

   Obviously not.

  When Luo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard, he saw Xiaodie standing in front of the window of the house, holding a pair of scissors in his hand, with his eyes wide open, carefully cutting a bellyband in his hand.

  The part of the apron covering the abdomen has been cut off.

  The middle part was also cut off, leaving only a thin strand of cloth attached.

   It already looks like something.

   Seeing him come back, the little girl was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed "Ah", and hurriedly hid the apron and scissors behind her back, her little face flushed suddenly.

  (end of this chapter)

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