My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 52

  Chapter 52 Hongxiu Moxiang

  Luo Qingzhou returned to the bed.

  Xiaodie heard the sound, ran out and opened the courtyard door.

  Qin Weimo was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

  Qiu'er is quite familiar with Xiaodie, so she directly dragged her into the small courtyard, and said in a low voice, "Is my uncle awake? Miss Su came here specially, and said she wants to see my uncle."

   Xiaodie looked back, wondering: "Sister Qiu'er, my son has already rested."

Qiu'er poked her with her finger, and said in a low voice: "Young Master didn't go tonight, Madam is already angry. Go in and have a look. If he is in better health, you'd better get up and see Miss Su, after all, he is a distinguished guest." , my young lady is also in a difficult situation."

  Xiaodie was helpless, and said: "Okay then, I'll go in and have a look."

  Su Qingwan entered the small courtyard, looked around for a few times, and couldn't help but said: "Wei Mo, your brother-in-law lives here with this little maid? Your sister..."

  Qin Weimo sighed slightly: "My sister is not in good health, so the two of them did not live together."

  Su Qingwan heard the words, but smiled lightly: "I'm afraid it's not because of poor health? He came here as a married woman, and he is a **** with no status, so that's why he is treated like this?"

Then he said: "Wei Mo, I'm more direct, don't take it to heart. Since the two of them have already married, why bother to make so many rules, husband and wife don't live together, what kind of couple are you? Your brother-in-law is so talented , and study hard, he will definitely be able to stand out in the future, it is not very good for you to treat him like this after all."

  Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

Su Qingwan glanced at her, and couldn't help sighing: "I also know that your sister's situation is special, and it might not be suitable to live together. Wei Mo, just pretend that I didn't say that, don't think too much, I know what you are like , You must feel uncomfortable. Hey, there are too many rules in this world, especially for a big family like you, if you don't abide by some rules, you will be gossiped about, there is nothing you can do about it."

  At this time, Xiaodie quickly walked out of the room, and said respectfully: "Second Miss, Miss Su, my son is awake."

Su Qingwan's eyes lit up, she immediately walked to the window, said with a slight bow, "Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry to bother you so late. It's just that the few poems written by you really make Qingwan's heart itch. Wan just happened to take advantage of my aunt's coming, and Qing Wan also followed, and wanted to pay a special visit to Mr. Luo."

  Qin Weimo also stepped forward, with a soft voice and a concerned face: "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better?"

  Luo Qingzhou got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and replied: "It's much better, thank you Second Miss for your concern."

  The reason why he didn't pretend to be asleep anymore was because he didn't want to embarrass Miss Qin Er, and secondly, after hearing what Miss Su said, he felt that the other party was okay, and it didn't matter to say hello.

  The windows are closed.

  The oil lamp was on in the room, his shadow was reflected on the window, and he cupped his hands again: "Miss Su, I'm not feeling well tonight, so I won't go out to meet you."

  Being under the roof, some rules have to be followed.

   Here he is the son-in-law, not the son.

Su Qingwan said apologetically: "Mr. Luo is not feeling well. Qingwan is really sorry. She shouldn't have come to bother you. However, Qingwan really admires the young master's poems, and she came here tonight to ask the young master for advice. The young master has She is already awake, and she must not be able to fall asleep for a while, Qingwan is talking to Young Master outside the house, and hopes that Young Master will give me some advice."

  The room was silent for a while, and said: "Miss Su misunderstood, those few poems were not written by me."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the house was startled.

  Su Qingwan looked surprised: "Mr. Luo, why did you say that? Those few poems were not written by you, but who wrote them?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "I just read it in a certain book and wrote it down. As for who made it, I really don't remember it."

   "Master Luo, can you tell Qingwan which book you read it in?"

  Su Qingwan looked at the long shadow on the window and asked.

  Luo Qingzhou was silent again, and said, "Forgot."

   There was silence outside the house.

Su Qingwan smiled wryly, and said: "Young master, why is this so? Qingwan knows that you are a special person now, and she doesn't want to be famous too early. She just wants to study hard in the cold window, hide her strength and bide her time, and become famous in one fell swoop in the imperial examination high school in the future. Qingwan came here today without any other intentions. , I just like the talent of the young master very much, and I want to meet with the young master and talk to him. Qingwan can guarantee that nothing will happen tonight."

  The room fell silent.

  Su Qingwan looked at the shadow on the window, and said softly: "Mr. Luo, since it's not convenient for you to talk, can you do Qingwan a favor?"

   There was another silence in the room, and Fang said: "Miss Su, please tell me."

Su Qingwan said: "In a few days, Yuanyang Tower will hold a poetry meeting. The topic has already been released. Qingwan thought hard and wrote two poems, but she is not very satisfied. Can you help Qingwan compose one so that Qingwan can read it? Idea?"

  The room sighed and said, "Miss Su, I really didn't lie to you, I'm not good at poetry."

Su Qingwan lowered her body slightly, lowered her head and said: "Master Luo, Qingwan can guarantee that she will not mention you as a person to anyone. If you are willing to help, Qingwan will be grateful, and if Qingwan is useful in the future, Qingwan will never Dare to refuse."

  Luo Qingzhou still said: "I'm sorry, Miss Su, I really don't know how to write poetry, and I'm not feeling well tonight, girl, please go back."

  Su Qingwan looked up at the window and said: "Then, can you copy a song for Qingwan? Just copy the one in the book that you just said, can you?"

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

   "If the son refuses to agree, Qing Wan will be cheeky today and stay here and not leave."

  Su Qingwan said stubbornly.

  Qin Weimo, who was standing by the side, couldn't help persuading softly: "Sister Su, don't embarrass my brother-in-law. Brother-in-law is sick today, and it is really inconvenient."

  Su Qingwan stepped forward a few steps, bowed her head and stood outside the window, no longer speaking.

  The small courtyard fell into silence.

  The maids and mothers also looked at me and you, and then they all looked at the shadow on the window, holding their breath.

   Time passed by each other in a stalemate.

   After a long while, the young man in the room sighed, and compromised: "Miss Su, please tell me the title."

  Luo Qingzhou clearly knew that if a woman became stubborn, ten cows would not be able to pull her back, so she should copy a song and send it away.

  As soon as these words came out, the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the small courtyard immediately relaxed.

  Su Qingwan raised her head with joy and said, "Thank you, my lord, the topic is plum blossoms. There is a plum garden downstairs in Yuanyang, and you can watch the first blooming plum blossoms in the garden upstairs, so this topic came up."

  The room was silent for a while, and said: "Does Miss Su want poetry or words?"

  Su Qingwan was about to speak, but suddenly paused again, her eyes flashed, she looked at the shadow on the window, and said cautiously: "Mr. Luo, how about...a poem, a word, is it okay?"

   She thought to herself, since Mr. Luo asked this question, he must be good at poetry, but she didn't know what kind of poetry he could make in such a short time.

   "Sister Su is so greedy."

   Qin Weimo on the side thought to himself.

  At the same time, his eyes are also softly looking at the shadow on the window, secretly looking forward to it, wondering if my brother-in-law can make it?

   "Xiaodie, come in and study ink."

  Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the room.

  Xiao Die agreed, and just about to run in, Qin Weimo didn't know why, but suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, summoned up his courage and said: "Brother-in-law, Weimo can help you grind ink, can you?"

  As soon as these words came out, the faces of the maids and nuns behind them all changed.

   Even Su Qingwan, who was in front of her, turned her head and looked at her in surprise.

   This kind of thing is not something that Miss Qianjin can do.

   What's more, the young man in the house is a married man, and her brother-in-law. She has a noble status, so how can she take the initiative to study ink?

Facing the eyes of everyone, Qin Weimo blushed immediately, but when he saw the words, it was hard to stop, and there was indeed an impulse in his heart. He wanted to go in and be the first to see his brother-in-law writing poems, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, Weimo wants to see you write poems."

  Luo Qingzhou in the room was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Don't dare to bother the second lady, as long as Xiaodie can help me."

  The maids and nuns in the courtyard also persuaded with one voice.

   "Miss, no!"

   "Miss, how can you help uncle grind ink, this is what servants do."

  Although Qin Weimo was weak and sickly since he was a child, he has a stubborn temper. Now that he decided to go in and study ink, he didn't hesitate any longer, broke away from Zhu'er and Qiu'er's hands, and walked towards the house.

  The two little maids were startled and terrified, but they didn't dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported her again, and looked at the old mothers behind for help.

Those old mothers looked serious, and when they were about to go forward to persuade Qin Weimo, Qin Weimo turned his head, pleading on his clear and pale cheeks, and said softly: "Mother, let Weimo be self-willed, anyway, Weimo It will be a while... Wei Mo will go in, and I will be happy..."

  Who can bear these words and such a pitiful expression?

  Those old nuns who were about to persuade her, when they thought of her illness, their eyes turned red, and they didn't have the heart to stop them anymore.

One of the oldest nuns immediately said in a trembling voice: "Miss, just go in, who dares to speak out about what happened tonight, who dares to chew their tongues, this servant will never forgive her! If Madam blames her, this servant alone will bear the burden." .”

  Qin Weimo said gratefully: "Thank you, Mommy."

   Seeing the young lady like this, Zhu'er and Qiu'er also felt uncomfortable, and they dared not persuade her anymore, they carefully supported her and walked in.

  Xiaodie hurriedly opened the door and led the way.

  Luo Qingzhou was listening in the room, secretly regretting that she was soft-hearted and shouldn't have gotten up, let alone promised that Miss Su outside to help her compose poems.

  If the noble little hands of the Second Miss Qin were really allowed to grind ink for him, not to mention how the mother-in-law would tease him severely if she knew about it, even Bailing Xiachan and the others would want him to look good if they knew about it.

  But he just heard such pitiful words from Miss Qin Er, and he didn't know how to refuse.

   "Brother-in-law, don't worry, what Weimo does will naturally be undertaken by Weimo himself, brother-in-law just writes."

  Qin Weimo, supported by two maids, entered the room, bowed to him, and said softly.

  Luo Qingzhou bowed his head, his face full of doubts: "Second Miss, this is really inappropriate, if the madam and eldest miss know..."

   "Brother-in-law, Weimo will take the initiative to explain to them. If they punish brother-in-law, Weimo will take the punishment for brother-in-law."

  Qin Weimo spoke softly and authentically.

  Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him, and asked in puzzlement, "Why does Second Miss do this?"

  Qin Weimo was silent for a while: "I don't know, it's just tonight... I suddenly want to see my brother-in-law write."

  The room fell silent.

  No one spoke anymore, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

The old nanny at the door had red eyes, and couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, since the lady likes it, let her go. It's rare for the lady to go out, and it's rare for the lady to be happy. Even if it's unreasonable, we should try our best to go along with it." Follow her. Madam, I will explain it myself."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then at the pale, weak and sickly girl in front of her, sighed secretly, without hesitation, walked to the desk and sat down.

  Qin Weimo showed a soft smile on his face, walked over, stretched out his jade white hand, and gently picked up the ink stick.

   Xiaodie hurried over and added some water to the inkstone.

Qin Weimo rubbed the ink lightly, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, in fact, Wei Mo often grinds ink by himself in the room alone, Wei Mo thinks that it can calm the mind and soothe the mind... Wei Mo likes to smell the fragrance of ink. "

  Luo Qingzhou sat at the table, holding a pen, looking at her slender and white wrists and small hands, and remained silent.

   "Brother-in-law..."

  Qin Weimo reminded softly.

  Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, spread out the rice paper, dipped his pen into the ink, pondered for a while, and wrote on the paper.

  There is an oil lamp on the table.

  Xiao Die lit another one, held it in her hand, and stood on the other side.

  Qin Weimo rubbed the ink lightly while looking at the beautiful small characters drawn by the ink falling on the rice paper.

  The first is a poem, "Snow Plum".

   "Plum snow fights for the spring but is not willing to fall, and the poet puts down a pen fee to comment on the chapter. Meixu is three points whiter than snow, but snow loses plum fragrance."

  Seeing the last two sentences, the ink stick in Qin Weimo's hand trembled slightly.

  Luo Qingzhou took away the rice paper with ink on it, spread out the second sheet, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote without pondering.

  Qin Weimo gradually stopped studying the ink, staring closely at the soft nib of the pen and the words and sentences it drew. He was about to hold his breath, but his breathing became rapid without knowing it.

  Luo Qingzhou completed it in one go, and the ink became a chapter.

  After writing the last word, he put down the pen, picked up the rice paper and blew on it, and handed it to Xiaodie beside him.

  Xiaodie put down the lamp, took it carefully, and took it out.

  Qin Weimo was still standing by the table, still holding the piece of inkstone in his hand, his eyes were bewildered, his expression was in a trance, and he muttered in his mouth: "Everything is turned into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."

"Miss…"

  Pearl on the side shouted softly.

Qin Weimo came to his senses, and looked at the boy standing up from the table with his gentle eyes under the light, and was about to speak, when Su Qingwan's pleasantly surprised voice suddenly came from outside the window: "Good poem! Good words! What a great poem!" I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be jealous of everyone!"

Then he said excitedly: "Mr. Luo, I'm bothering you tonight. Qingwan will come back to thank you in a few days. Qingwan went to find her aunt, and showed them these two poems by the way, so that they would not be suspicious and slander you. The talent of your son is really true. Peerless and unparalleled, Qing Wan worships!"

  As soon as Luo Qingzhou heard this, he quickly opened the window and said, "Miss Su, didn't you just say that you would not tell others what happened tonight?"

  Su Qingwan already took the poems and ran to the gate of the small courtyard excitedly. Hearing the words, she turned her head and laughed: "Mr. Luo, don't worry, I will tell my aunt and the others, don't tell others, you are at ease."

   After finishing speaking, he ran out the door and disappeared into the night.

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

  The small courtyard suddenly fell silent.

  The room was equally silent.

  Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the girl in the room, and was about to speak, when a familiar voice suddenly came from the door of the small courtyard: "Master, are you awake? Why did I hear you making such a noise?"

  Under the moonlight, Bai Ling, who was wearing a pink dress, walked in from the gate of the small courtyard with a puzzled face.

  (end of this chapter)

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