My Lady, Something is Wrong

Looking at her weak appearance, Luo Qingzhou whispered the last sentence: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh among the bushes."

The girl clenched the pen tightly in her hand, and was stunned for a few seconds, then Fang trembled as she wrote, her eyes gradually fogging up.

She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly wanted to change his words.

The brother-in-law must have thought of what she said in the courtyard before.

Those words were full of depression, hesitation about the future, disappointment in myself, even despair...

And the poem "brother-in-law" is to encourage her before answering her.

Even if there are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliffs of the county, facing such a grand and icy winter scene, the plum blossoms still stand alone, standing tall and straight, and blooming beautifully...

"Qiao doesn't fight for spring, but only reports that spring is coming. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bushes."

Spring is here.

The world is full of soft and warm atmosphere, and finally the mountain flowers are blooming on the cliff, which is gorgeous.

However, the plum blossoms, which once stood out in the cold winter and snow, did not show the slightest jealousy or vying for beauty. In the blooming flowers, they quietly and quietly hide in the brilliant spring...

It has its seasons.

Even though she is lonely, silent and unappreciated, it is her own world.

Her beauty embellishes the paleness; her fragrance adds the most beautiful breath to that lonely season...

That season was more beautiful because of her.

So what's wrong with her?

At least she existed, bloomed, was beautiful, stronger than others, and more worthy of praise...

"Let me see."

When the girl was looking at the pen and ink on the paper with tears in her eyes, Song Ruyue at the side took the rice paper from the table and read it again.

"Not titled yet."

Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table, and said with a cold face, "Just write down your name."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and heard what she said in her heart: [It's okay to write about me, I'm not afraid of being famous]

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Qin Weimo pondered for a while, and wrote the title: Luomo.

Then, I wrote down the Ci Pai and the title: Bu Suanzi Yongmei.

Then he raised his head and said softly, "Brother-in-law, is it okay?"

Luo Qingzhou took a look, nodded and said, "Yes."

Song Ruyue on the side frowned, with a pretty face, and sneered: "Luo Mo, Luo Mo... Hehe, do you think I'm blind, or illiterate? Or do you think I don't exist?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, then tell me, what name should I write?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, turned her face away and said, "How do I know? You ask him."

Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a helpless expression.

Luo Qingzhou took a look at the displeased mother-in-law, stretched out his hand, took the pen from Second Miss Qin, crossed out the word "falling ink", and rewritten two words in Miss Qin Second's handwriting : Moon ink.

Song Ruyue squinted her eyes, turned her face away, looked out the window, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

Qin Weimo held back her smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, can you see this name?"

"Hmph, whatever you write, it has nothing to do with me."

Song Ruyue finished speaking with a cold face, and immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is coming."

It seemed that they were afraid they would change again.

Pearl hurried over, reaching out to pick it up.

Tang Jiasong, who was blocked by Luo Qingzhou, hurriedly said: "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can I take a look?"

Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and generously handed the rice paper to him.

Song Ruyue glanced at her, her eyes flickering.

Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and stared at it seriously.

He had a sneer at the corner of his mouth at first, thinking that no matter what the poem was, he would find faults and comment on it, but after he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.

"By the way, Jiasong, didn't you just say that you also wrote a song? Here is the pen and ink, write it down quickly, let's have a look first, and then send it up."

Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile all over her face.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, secretly wondering: Why does this mother-in-law look a little dark-bellied?How could it seem like she was deliberately teasing and beating the guy she called "Jia Baoyu"?

Hearing this, Tang Jiasong's expression froze and his face turned red.

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, he lowered his head, returned the words in his hand, and said with embarrassment: "Aunt Song, I'm... I just suddenly remembered that poem, and it still has some flaws, so I won't show it for the time being." ..."

Zhu'er took the rice paper in his hand, and quickly walked towards the oiran who was collecting the works on the stage.

"Oh."

Song Ruyue said "oh", and didn't force it any more, she still smiled and said: "It's okay, then after you have revised it, just write it for me."

Tang Jiasong's face was stiff, he didn't dare to raise his head, he cupped his hands and said, "Well, Jiasong will definitely work hard to revise it."

Unexpectedly, Song Ruyue added another sentence: "Don't worry, just revise slowly. I believe that with Yi Jiasong's talent, the revised works will definitely be better than my incompetent son-in-law. Hmph, this kid just thought about it. After thinking about it for a while, without typing the draft, I just read it casually without changing a single word, without any respect for the work! Compared with you, Jiasong, you are far behind!"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even stiffer, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He felt ashamed and dared not stay any longer. He red-faced and cupped his hands, "Song... Aunt Song, well, I still have friends over there. Go say hello and come back later."

Song Ruyue smiled and said, "Go ahead, there will be a second scene later, I believe you will be able to make better poems."

Tang Jiasong didn't dare to answer any more, blushed, and hurriedly retreated.

After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared, and her face sank.

Qin Weimo glanced at her, and asked in doubt: "Mother, you...you seem to suddenly dislike that Mr. Tang?"

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "What do you mean I suddenly don't like that Mr. Tang? Have I ever liked him?"

Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment, then said weakly: "Yesterday my mother was full of praise for him..."

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, and said angrily, "I didn't! You got it wrong!"

Qin Weimo: "..."

After a while, Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "That person is no good, Wei Mo, don't see him again in the future, and don't talk to him again. Hmph, your Aunt Zhang is just unreliable, whoever you introduced, the family Not to mention the poor jingle, but also loves to brag. And that sneaky look, it doesn't look like a good person."

When Qin Weimo heard this, he looked curious: "Mother, where is Mr. Tang sneaking around?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said: "Looks, appearance, demeanor, temperament. Let me tell you, Mom has seen a lot of people who like to put on airs. They act differently in front of them, and they act differently behind their backs. On the surface, they are more like a good person than anyone else, but they do all kinds of bad things in secret. I don't like him when I see him today, this is my mother's intuition. Mother's intuition is always right. Don't worry, mother will not push you into the fire pit. "

Luo Qingzhou listened by the side, thinking to himself, this mother-in-law has two talents, she is not a stupid woman who can only be narcissistic and arrogant.

Qin Weimo blinked suddenly, and said in a low voice: "Mother, can you recognize brother-in-law? What kind of person do you think brother-in-law is?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the young man next to her, rolled her eyes, and said only two words: "Idiot!"

Qin Weimo bit her pink lips, gave a low laugh, and took a peek at the young man next to her, her beautiful eyes watered, and she didn't dare to speak again.

Soon.

The voice of Huakui Wuyi suddenly came from the stage: "Guests, please be quiet, the results of this first poetry competition have already come out. But for the sake of fairness and to make everyone feel convinced, so the top three works, The ranking has not been finalized yet. After the little girl reads out these three works, everyone can comment on it. If the ranking is inappropriate, the seniors will discuss and comment again."

As soon as these words came out, the hall, which was still noisy just now, immediately fell silent.

Oiran held three sheets of rice paper in his hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one first.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their eyes were burning, and their hearts were secretly looking forward to, among them were their own works.

Qin Weimo was not worried at all.

She turned her head, looked at the young man beside her, her eyes moved, and she asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, is it good-looking?"

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look away from the stage, looked at her and said, "It's not pretty."

There was a playful look on Qin Weimo's mouth, a smile that was not a smile: "Weimo is asking... Weimo himself. Brother-in-law, does Weimo not look good?"

Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, another "cough cough" sound came from beside him.

Song Ruyue glared at him with a cold face.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to speak again.

At this time, the oiran on the stage had already begun to read the first piece of work.

"Yongmei."

You are a genius, remember for a second: Red Spring:

Chapter 106 Who is No.1?

In the hall, there was silence.

I just heard the Huakui Wuyi read in a delicate voice: "Wanmu is about to break with cold, and the solitary root returns alone. In the deep snow of Qiancun, a branch bloomed last night. The wind blows the fragrance, and the bird peeks at the beauty. Next year, if you obey the law, first Looking forward to Chuntai."

After reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.

After tasting it, there were bursts of applause and admiration: "Good poem! Good poem!"

"Miss Wuyi, I wonder who wrote this poem?"

someone asked.

The oiran smiled sweetly, his eyes flickered, and he glanced at the rice paper in his hand, Fang said: "This work is ranked third for the time being, it is written by Song Zixi, Miss Song's family."

"Hey! It's Miss Song!"

"This poem is clear in language and clear in conception. It is a rare good poem, but it only ranks third?"

"Miss Wuyi, don't be fooled, read the next two songs quickly!"

Everyone was surprised, talking and urging.

Song Zixi stood with the girls who were upstairs just now, with a smile on his face. He said "very satisfied" for being ranked No.3, but in fact he was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the stage and waited. Read the following two songs.

Several other girls beside him were also fighting against him.

The location by the window.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zixi's poem is actually very good. If it is a normal poetry meeting, maybe it can get No.1. But today..."