My Lady, Something is Wrong

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and was about to speak when Qin Weimo got up, walked towards the study, and said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, come in quickly..."

Song Ruyue looked at him with a straight face.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to say any more, followed Miss Qin Er to the door of the study, hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes and walked in.

Song Ruyue looked at the pair of shoes at the door, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

Nangong Meijiao also stood up and said: "It's a pity that no one understands military and war matters. The eldest princess has loved reading military books and various books about war since she was a child. Many war strategies are learned from books. If someone Presenting a book like that, presumably the eldest princess will be so excited that she won't be able to sleep and will read it."

Song Ruyue withdrew her gaze from looking at the study room, and said, "Meijiao, why don't we go to the bookstore outside?"

Nangong Meijiao shook her head: "Da Yan's book on military affairs, the eldest princess read it before she was 12 years old, so there is no need to waste time. Just send something casually, there is no need for aunt to be too harsh."

"Hey……"

Song Ruyue sighed: "Let's go, go to Chuan'er and have a look. Didn't you just say you wanted to watch him practice martial arts?"

The two walked out of the living room while talking.

Surrounded by all the maids and mothers, go down the corridor.

When she walked into the yard, Song Ruyue looked back at the closed window of the study, and frowned slightly.

Nangong Meijiao suddenly asked: "Auntie, brother-in-law and sister-in-law live in the same room, alone and widowed, don't you worry?"

Song Ruyue's eyes were fixed, and she said with a sneer, "There's nothing to worry about. I forgive that kid for not daring to do anything out of line."

Nangong Meijiao glanced at her and said with a smile: "When he didn't come, my aunt and Wei Mo sang together and praised him in various ways. As soon as he came, my aunt became cold-faced and scolded her in various ways. Auntie, are you really putting him down?" Are you part of your own family?"

Song Ruyue sneered and said: "What kind of family member, he is worthy of being married? I praise him because I follow Wei Mo, and I don't want to make Wei Mo unhappy; I scold him because I am afraid that he will get carried away and don't know what to do!"

Nangong Meijiao smiled and said: "But Weimo's study is connected with the sleeping room. As far as I know, even my uncle has never entered it, has he?"

Song Ruyue didn't speak any more.

Nangong Meijiao didn't ask any more questions, and could only say softly: "It can be seen that when he came, Wei Mo's eyes lighted up. When Wei Mo talked to me before, he was still coughing. When he came, Wei Mo is fine. Auntie, I think, I understand what you mean."

Song Ruyue stopped outside the door, looked at the snowflakes in the distance, after a long silence, Fang whispered: "The doctor said, that girl...may not be able to survive this winter..."

Nangong Meijiao fell silent after hearing the words.

in the study.

Cigarettes curled up, and the heat filled the air.

The weak girl in a plain white dress took off her thick snow-white fox fur and sat down in front of the desk.

Standing by the side, Luo Qingzhou picked up the ink stick and slowly grinded the ink in the inkstone. Looking at the elegant and slightly pale girl in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but think of the embarrassing incident last night.

Qin Weimo spread out a roll of snow-white rice paper, looked up at him and smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, the ink you developed must also be talented. If I paint with ink, I will definitely be better than before."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing and said: "Second Miss can also joke."

Qin Weimo's eyes curved: "With my brother-in-law, my heart is always relaxed, and I can't be as depressed as I want."

Luo Qingzhou suppressed her smile slightly, avoided her gaze, lowered her head and studied the ink: "What kind of painting is Second Miss going to draw?"

Qin Weimo glanced at him a few more times, Fang looked away, thought for a while and said, "It should probably fit the poem just now with my brother-in-law."

"That's right, brother-in-law."

She raised her head and said, "Do you have any other poems?"

Luo Qingzhou didn't answer, but she smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, have you found out that Mother actually knows you better than Weimo? Every time Mother forced Brother-in-law to write a poem, Weimo was very worried and nervous for Brother-in-law, I want to persuade my mother to spare my brother-in-law, but every time my brother-in-law can compose it all at once, and each song is better than the last. Now that I think about it, mother really knows brother-in-law very well, doesn’t she?”

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Could it be that she is simply trying to find fault with me on purpose?"

Qin Weimo covered her mouth and smiled lightly, and said: "That's what I mean, but brother-in-law, you should know that mother-in-law is always praising and showing off brother-in-law when brother-in-law is not around, or in front of Aunt Zhang and others."

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment.

For some reason, it reminded me of my family from that era.

Parents dislike their children in various ways at home. When their children are present, they criticize their children in various ways in front of others; but when their children are away, they defend and show off their children in front of others.

In this way, does the mother-in-law really regard him as one of her own?

Qin Weimo glanced at him, hesitated to speak: "Brother-in-law, actually last night..."

Luo Qingzhou studied the ink, looked at her and said, "What's wrong?"

Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and said: "It's nothing. Brother-in-law, can Weimo be like a mother, forcing brother-in-law to write good poems?"

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing: "Second Miss is not as intimidating as Madam, so I won't be afraid."

Qin Weimo blinked, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid, brother-in-law? Then tomorrow Weimo will tell mother that brother-in-law didn't come home last night and slept with Weimo, and...sleeping in the same room with Weimo." Quilt."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Second Miss, I suddenly thought of another poem, which was specially written for the general. It must be more suitable for the eldest princess. If the second lady draws a heroic portrait of the eldest princess holding a sword and wearing armor in the barracks, it should be good."

Qin Weimo pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law really wants to force her."

As he spoke, Su took a pen in his hand, dipped it in the ink, and said: "Brother-in-law reads, writes with ink, first write the poem, and see the momentum and atmosphere."

Luo Qingzhou nodded, pondered for a while, and while studying the ink, he read: "The general opened the gate, and Geng Jie stood in the wind. The generals wanted to talk, but they dared not enter. The sword energy shot into the sky, and the sound of the drum vibrated the original Xi. Huang Chen Starting from the fortress road, horses and soldiers are in a hurry. Bow and go, flying arrows are like rain. Encircle a hundred miles, behead five thousand levels. The horse bleeds to death, and the barbarians cry in their saddles. .Take advantage of my temple luck, sit and make battles. Xiankai returns to the capital, what is the military capacity like."

He read a sentence, paused, and when the girl finished writing, he continued to read the next sentence.

谷赝

After the whole poem was read, the rice paper was already filled with beautiful and delicate characters.

Qin Weimo put down his pen, lowered his head and read it again carefully, Fang raised his head, looked at him with complicated eyes and said: "Brother-in-law, this poem cannot be given to the eldest princess."

Luo Qingzhou wondered: "Why? Is there something wrong?"

Qin Weimo suddenly smiled and said: "It's not that there's something wrong, it's that the writing is too good. If the eldest princess sees it, she will arrest her brother-in-law and serve as a staff member in the military camp. In that case, Weimo will see her brother-in-law."

Luo Qingzhou smiled when she heard the words, ignored the words behind her, and said: "There is another song about marching in the army, do you want to write it down, Miss Second?"

Qin Weimo quickly dipped his pen into the ink and said, "Yes."

Then he smiled and said, "This time I don't need to be forced by Wei Mo, my brother-in-law will do it, it's rare."

Luo Qingzhou smiled and read: "The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang bid farewell to the phoenix, and the iron cavalry circled the dragon city. The snow is dark and the flags and paintings are withered, and the wind is full of drums. It is better to be a centurion than to be a centurion." A scholar."

After Qin Weimo finished writing, he murmured: "Being a centurion is better than being a scholar..."

After reading, she frowned, looked up at him and said, "If brother-in-law really joined the army, he would never come back again, right?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "It's just a poem. Are these enough?"

Qin Weimo looked at him with dark eyes: "If Weimo has said enough, brother-in-law will say that it's getting late and it's time to go back to study, right?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

He was indeed prepared to say so.

"Not enough, Wei Mo needs more."

The girl's tone seemed to be coquettish: "And mother also said just now, let brother-in-law stay here today and don't go anywhere."

Luo Qingzhou said: "I just wanted to ask, it's already afternoon, and it's going to be night soon, when does she want me to leave?"

Qin Weimo lowered his head, pretending that he didn't hear what he said, didn't answer, and changed to a clean rice paper.

Luo Qingzhou continued to study ink.

The room was quiet.

After a while.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, let me draw a picture first. If you are tired from standing, just go and rest on the couch. Weimo will call you later when Weimo needs you, okay? If you stand here , Wei Mo is a little embarrassed to draw."

Seeing that it was still early in the sky, Luo Qingzhou thought that if he left now, his mother-in-law would probably scold him again if he found out, so he nodded.

"Brother-in-law, there are books on the bed. They are all the books you usually read. You can read them when you are bored."

Qin Weimo said softly.

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, remembering that she said last time that she was reading these books, and she would give him a test after the Chinese New Year. Not only did she feel warm, she walked over.

When he came to the bed of the beauty, he hesitated for a moment.

The mother-in-law was lying here last night, if she knew that he had sat there, would she have buried him on the spot?

Anyway, sat down.

Luo Qingzhou didn't think about it any more, sat on it, picked up a few books from the side, leaned on the couch, and flipped through them casually.

The heating was smoky in the room, and it was silent.

There is only the occasional sound of pen and ink, and the sound of flipping a book.

Luo Qingzhou lay reclined on the soft bed, and after a while she fell asleep and closed her eyes.

After a while.

Qin Weimo turned her head to look at him, looked at him for a while, then slowly got up, walked to the front of the collapse, picked up the blanket from inside, and gently covered his body.

Then stood there, with soft brows and shining eyes, looking at him quietly.

I do not know how long it has been.

She bit her pink lips suddenly, walked closer, lowered her head slowly, her eyelashes trembling, and moved closer to his sleeping cheek.

And her fair cheeks were quietly stained with two touches of blush.

At this moment, the sleeping body suddenly trembled, and said: "Senior..."

The girl backed away in a hurry, with a look of shy panic on her face, she stared into his eyes carefully, and seeing that he hadn't woken up, Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But all the courage he mustered just now has been exhausted.

With a blushing face, she sighed inaudibly, Fang turned around, went back to the table and sat down, picked up the pen again, but couldn't calm down anymore.

"Senior, why are you here?"

While Luo Qingzhou was fast asleep, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in his dream.

The whole body of the figure exuded moon-white light, and it was floating in the void looking at him, a strand of hair flew out from the halo, and the clothes of the figure fluttered like a fairy.

Luo Qingzhou thought it was just a dream at first.

But soon he understood.

This was not a simple dream, but that senior spirit soul entered his dream and came to find him.