My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 341

  Chapter 341 Death under the pomegranate skirt

   On the right side of the hall.

  At the seat by the window, Luo Qingzhou was sitting there, talking with Kong Zhe and two other scholars.

  On the stage, a woman with a graceful figure is dancing gracefully to the sound of the piano and singing.

   Several people chatted while admiring.

  Song Ruyue took Bai Ling, and instead of rushing over, she sat down at a table behind them and listened.

  The owner of the cruise ship, Miss Tang, was talking with a young man in front of her with a smile on her face.

  The young man was surrounded by many people, all of whom were full of compliments.

At this time, Kong Zhe was introducing Luo Qingzhou: "That man is Baiyulou of the Bai family in Jiangnan. He is known as one of the seven great talents in Jiangnan. The lady got off the boat and invited her here. It is said that he is the best at writing lyrics. Many women in brothels in the south of the Yangtze River dream of asking him for a good song, and even willing to serve him for free for half a year..."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at it, and asked curiously: "Write a poem, can you play in the brothel for free for half a year?"

  As soon as these words came out, Song Ruyue, who was sitting in the back seat, narrowed her eyes.

  Kong Zhe said with a smile: "Of course, with his talent, even if he lives in a brothel every day, he doesn't need to spend a penny. On the contrary, those who are famous for their money will offer him money."

The young man named Li Fang next to him explained: "If he writes a good song for a woman in a certain brothel to sing, not only will the woman's worth double, but the brothel will also become famous, and the guests will naturally become more and more popular." many."

Another young man named He Wensong said with a smile: "Brother Luo, it's like the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" circulated in your city of Mocheng. Listen to it. Now this poem is circulated all over the country. Many people originally I have never heard of Mocheng, but as soon as this word came out, Mocheng's name became famous all over the country, this is the effect of a good word."

Li Fang sighed: "As soon as "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, other poems written on the moon were all eclipsed. I really don't know who can write such fairy poems. Don't talk about brothel women, those literati and poets, talented men and women , who heard this poem, not drunk and amazed? Our prefect daughter publicly announced last month that if the author of this poem is a man, no matter how old she is, whether she is married or not, she is willing to marry give him."

  Kong Zhe laughed: "Brother Li, if this matter is serious, I will go back to Mocheng to promote it, maybe that person named Yuemo will show up."

He Wensong sighed: "It's a pity that there is a peerless poem, and I don't even know whether the author is a man or a woman, so it just spread out like this. If I can make such a fairy poem, I won't need to specialize it when I go to Kyoto. Find a place to live, go directly to the brothel. Today I live in Chunhualou, tomorrow I live in Qiuxiangyuan, and the day after tomorrow I go to live in Xiangxun Pavilion. I change places to live every day, and change the bride to sleep every night. It doesn't cost a penny. It's really beautiful. "

   "Haha, Brother He, I'm afraid your kidneys won't be able to bear it by then."

   "I'm afraid Brother He will be sucked dry after staying for a month."

  Luo Qingzhou saw that everyone was joking, so he also casually interjected: "If you die under the pomegranate skirt, you can be a ghost, and maybe Brother He is willing to die exhausted on a woman."

  As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, turned his head to look, and happened to meet a pair of beautiful eyes that were blazing.

  He froze, turned his head silently, closed his mouth, and did not speak again.

   "Brother Luo, you are right! If you die under the pomegranate skirt, you will be a ghost! You really deserve to be the first in Mocheng's imperial examination, and you have a good literary talent!"

He Wensong clapped his hands in praise, and then said with a chuckle: "This time, Ms. Tang has invited many brothel entertainers to accompany her, and there are also two famous brothels, all of whom are very tasteful. After the poetry meeting, if Brother Luo can compose a good song Shi, you don't need to go back to your room at night, there will be a beauty to invite Brother Luo to Wushan, hahahaha..."

  Kong Zhe and Li Fang also laughed along, showing obscene expressions that only men can understand.

  Luo Qingzhou also smiled stiffly.

   When he turned his head again, he happened to see the back of the mother-in-law taking Bai Ling and leaving angrily.

  Bai Ling seemed to sense his gaze, turned his head, smiled at him, and then swiped his palm on his neck, making a beheading motion, with a gloating expression on his face.

  The singing and dancing on the stage is finally over.

   Tang Yaner came to the stage and said a few words. Apart from welcoming talented scholars and talented women from all over the world, she also focused on introducing Bai Yulou, who is known as one of the seven great talents in the south of the Yangtze River.

   When it came to Baiyulou, many women in the audience secretly looked at the talented man, their beautiful eyes shining brightly.

   Next, the dinner party begins.

  Everyone gathered in twos and threes and began to enjoy the sumptuous dishes and wine.

Tang Yan'er brought her maid and walked towards Luo Qingzhou. When she got closer, Fang said with a smile on her face, "Mr. Luo, why didn't your family members come down to eat? Do you want the maid to bring the food up, or call They come down together?"

  Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Thank you Miss Tang, they don't like the excitement, so there is no need to call them down."

  Tang Yan'er smiled and said: "Okay, then I'll ask the servant girl to bring some wine and food."

  Luo Qingzhou thanks again.

Tang Yan'er pondered for a while, and said, "Mr. Luo, many excellent poems have been circulated in Mocheng in the past few months. Two of them are very mysterious. One is called Yuemo and the other is called Luomo. Everyone guesses that they should be the same One person, and I even speculate that this person may be the most talented woman in Mocheng, Qin Weimo. You and Mr. Kong are both from Mocheng, have you seen that Miss Qin family?"

  Kong Zhe was about to shake his head when his heart suddenly moved: Qin Weimo? Miss Qin?

He suddenly looked at the young man next to him again, and said in surprise: "Brother Luo, when I visited you with Brother Miao last time, it seemed to be the Qin family. That Miss Qin is from your family, right? "

   After finishing speaking, he hurriedly said: "Brother Luo, although I am from Mocheng, I have been living outside, and I don't know the situation in the city. If I guess wrong, Brother Luo, please don't take offense."

  As soon as these words came out, Tang Yan'er and the three of them all looked shocked.

  Seeing this, Luo Qingzhou could only say: "That Miss Qin is indeed from the mansion. But I don't know whether those poems were written by her, and she never admitted it."

   Tang Yan'er was stunned for a moment, and asked with a puzzled face: "Mr. Luo, isn't your surname Luo? Why do you live in the Qin Mansion?"

  He Wensong and Li Fang next to each other also had curious expressions on their faces.

  Kong Zhe reacted immediately, his complexion changed slightly, he murmured that it was not good, and quickly wanted to change the topic: "Miss Tang, that song..."

   "I am married to the Qin family."

  Luo Qingzhou said calmly.

  As soon as these words came out, Tang Yan'er was taken aback for a moment, with a look of incredulity on her face: "Was married?"

  He Wensong next to him was also surprised and said, "Brother Luo actually got married?"

  Kong Zhe was full of guilt and didn't dare to say anything.

   These days, the reputation of the son-in-law is not very good. To put it mildly, he is a soft food and used to sow seeds. To put it bluntly, he is a slave servant.

  The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

   "Miss Tang! Miss Tang!"

  At this time, a famous scholar in front seemed to have something to do, so he stood up and shouted.

  Tang Yan'er hastily apologized, took her leave and left.

   Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Kong Zhe quickly laughed, and changed the subject: "I heard that one of the brothel oirans invited by Ms. Tang this time is a beauty from the Hundred Flowers Kingdom. You should take a good look at it later."

Both He Wensong and Li Fang returned to their previous expressions, and said with a smile: "You really need to take a good look. I heard that all kinds of stockings that are popular among women are from the Baihua Kingdom. Hehe, those stockings are worn on the legs. Tempting, silky smooth to the touch..."

   Several people were still chatting as usual.

  However, Luo Qingzhou could clearly feel that the other two were alienated from him.

   So what if you get the first place in Juren?

  In this era, family background is all about. If you were born humble, even if you are talented, you will still be looked down upon by the children of the family if you become a high-ranking official in the future.

  Besides, his first name is only from Xiao Mocheng, and his gold content is not even as good as the last one in Jiangnan.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't bother himself anymore, drank a few more cups, got up, said goodbye and left.

  Kong Zhe wanted to persuade him to stay, but felt that it was a bit embarrassing for him to stay here, so he nodded apologetically and said, "Brother Luo, rest early, we will meet again tomorrow."

  At this time, Tang Yaner was speaking on the stage.

  The poetry meeting officially begins.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't stop, went upstairs and returned to the room.

  Not long after he entered the room, Song Ruyue sullenly brought Bai Ling down again.

  Looked around in the hall on the first floor, but couldn't find him. At this moment, Tang Yan'er just heard Tang Yan'er announce on stage that he would use "wine" as the title of his poem.

   All the talented men and women began to bow their heads and conceive.

  Bai Ling walked up to Kong Zhe and the others, and asked ferociously, "Where's my uncle? Was he seduced by the courtesan of the brothel?"

  The three of them were stunned for a moment, seeing her pink face and watery eyes, pretty and charming, even with a fierce expression on her face, she was very cute, they were all in a daze, as if they didn't hear what she asked.

  Song Ruyue also came over at this time, and asked coldly, "Where's the person?"

  Kong Zhe came to his senses immediately, and quickly said, "Brother Luo has just gone up, and he should have gone back to his room to rest, didn't you see?"

   The two were taken aback for a moment, and then left quickly.

   "What a handsome girl, call me Brother Luo, is she the servant girl of Brother Luo's wife? Tsk tsk, even the daughters of everyone in the capital can't compare to this girl. Brother Luo's son-in-law is really enviable."

Li Fang sneered suddenly and said: "I'm still envious. I didn't see that Brother Luo was away for a while, and he came here aggressively? Believe it or not, Brother Luo will definitely be punished later, even by that beautiful maid just now." Slaps? That beautiful lady doesn't seem to have a good temper, and she probably punished her more severely. I have a son-in-law next door, and I see him being beaten and punished every day."

  He Wensong sighed suddenly: "Hey, the son-in-law is really miserable. With Brother Luo's ability, why bother to marry a son-in-law, it is probably forced by the family."

  The few people sighed for a while, then they remembered the business of composing poetry, and quickly thought hard.

in the room.

  Luo Qingzhou was standing in front of the window, beating Xia Chan's shoulder attentively.

  Xia Chan held the sword and stood there motionless, looking at the night outside the window, her pretty face still as cold as ice.

  Xiao Die embroidered on the bed with a smile on her face.

   "Squeak..."

  The door was suddenly pushed open.

  Luo Qingzhou immediately backed away, striding forward, pretending to be walking and thinking about something.

  Song Ruyue walked in with a cold face.

  Bai Linghe came in with a smile on his face, and said, "Guye, you are so amazing, you actually tricked Chanchan into coming in."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "There are many mosquitoes outside."

   Immediately cupped his hands and said, "Mother-in-law, what's the matter?"

Song Ruyue was aggressive at first, and wanted to question him why he said such shameless words, but when he looked into his eyes, he suddenly thought that if he reprimanded and questioned this kid in front of so many people, he would suddenly become angry from embarrassment. What should I do if I sneak away at night?

   Isn't that a chicken-and-egg fight?

  Now this kid is free, if he is not married to Wei Mo for a day, he can't relax and annoy him for a day, otherwise the bamboo basket will be empty, and it will be miserable.

  Thinking of this, her momentum suddenly weakened, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Qing Zhou, that... there is a poetry meeting going on below, why don't you go?"

  Bai Ling immediately said: "It seems that the topic is about wine. My uncle never drinks, so it should be impossible to write about it."

  This aggressive method is too naive.

  Luo Qingzhou ignored her and said, "I'm a little tired and want to rest early."

  Hearing this, Song Ruyue glanced at Xiaodie standing by the bed and Xia Chan standing in front of the window, and couldn't help but ask, "How are you going to sleep?"

  Luo Qingzhou pretended not to understand: "How are you going to sleep?"

  Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes, and suddenly said: "Xia Chan, you and Bai Ling go over there to sleep with Jian Jia."

  As soon as these words came out, several people in the room were taken aback, looking at her in astonishment.

  Song Ruyue said hastily: "I slept during the day, and I don't doze off now. I'll just sit here and read a book overnight."

  Bai Ling suppressed a smile, remembering what the scholars had just said, Madam was afraid that my uncle would be seduced by the oiran below tonight.

  Xia Chan held the sword and walked out the door without saying a word.

  When Bai Ling was about to leave, Luo Qingzhou suddenly said: "Bai Ling, wait, I wrote a poem, you can take it and hand it to that Miss Tang."

  As soon as these words came out, Song Ruyue's heart tightened: "What are you doing?"

Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "This time we were able to board the ship because of Miss Tang's love of talents. When she sent us up before, she also told me to go down to participate in the poetry meeting. If I don't write a poem , not very good. After all, she will definitely not accept the travel expenses this time, and we can't owe her favors for nothing. So I want to write a song, which can be considered as a support for her."

Song Ruyue frowned and thought about it, and immediately said seriously: "Yes, you can't owe her favors for nothing. If you owe her favors, maybe how she will handle you in the future. Qingzhou, write a poem, don't write it too well That's it, it's okay, it's just so-so.”

  The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he said, "Qingzhou knows."

  Xiaodie hurriedly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it out on the table, and began to grind the ink.

   "Is wine the subject?"

  Luo Qingzhou thought about it, walked to the table, and picked up a pen.

   Generally, the update will be gone after ten o'clock. It's too late to write.

  (end of this chapter)

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