My Lady, Something is Wrong

Qin Weimo put down the ink stick in his hand, bowed his head slightly to the young man in front of him, and said softly, "Brother-in-law, I'm sorry to disturb you, you have a good rest, and Weimo bids farewell..."

Luo Qingzhou looked back, looked at her, and nodded.

With the help of Pearl and Qiuer, Qin Weimo walked out.

As soon as I got out of the house, I was blown by the wind and coughed again.

The maid at the door quickly put up an umbrella to block the wind for her.

Qin Weimo slowly removed the Yuebai handkerchief covering his mouth.

The handkerchief was actually stained with bright red blood.

When Qiu'er next to him saw it, her face changed suddenly, and she said in a trembling voice, "Mother, Miss coughed up blood again..."

A few maids on the side suddenly panicked, and hurriedly urged: "Let's go, quickly help Miss back, hurry up and call Doctor Sun!"

A group of people surrounded the weak girl and hurried out of the courtyard.

When passing by Bailing, Qin Weimo glanced at her timidly, as if she wanted to speak, but was hurriedly taken away by the maid.

The courtyard soon became quiet.

Bai Ling frowned, looked away from the door, and looked into the room.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window and looked at her too.

Xiaodie stood behind him, bowed her head, like a child who has done something wrong and is facing his parents, with a guilty conscience.

"Uncle, you are so brave."

Bailing looked at him from the window with a complicated expression.

Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "I didn't feel sorry for the eldest lady, and I didn't do anything to hurt the second lady."

Bailing was silent for a while, and his tone slowed down: "Is your uncle feeling better?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "It's much better, thank you Miss Bailing for your concern."

Bailing nodded slightly, turned around, and prepared to leave.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head to look at him again. Two shallow dimples appeared on his beautiful cheeks in the moonlight. He said softly, "Master, you may have misunderstood. I didn't mean to blame you just now. Second Miss Whatever you like, the uncle can follow her, and the eldest lady also means the same."

After speaking, he left the courtyard and disappeared into the night outside the door.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window for a while, then Fang turned to Xiaodie and said, "In the future, when Qiuer and Pearl ask me, you can say that I am very busy, studying in the room, and I don't want anyone to disturb me, you know. Yet?"

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Got it, son."

Immediately, he couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, you don't want to see Second Miss again, do you?"

Luo Qingzhou didn't answer, sat down at the desk, opened the book, but looked at the ink that was gradually condensing in the inkstone, and the ink stick just held in the plain hand.

After a long silence, Fang said two words: "Trouble."

Xiaodie didn't dare to ask any more questions, she left the room and closed the door for him.

Luo Qingzhou calmed down and continued to read.

"Those who practice do not understand the Dao at first, but want to achieve it quickly. The shape is like a tree, the heart is dead and ashes, the spiritual consciousness is kept within, and the will is not scattered. The yin spirit emerges from the center, it is a ghost of pure spirit, not pure yang. The immortal. Because of his lingering spirit, he is called ghost immortal. Although he is called immortal, he is actually a ghost..."

"Ghost fairy?"

Luo Qingzhou murmured this word secretly in his heart, the Yin soul is successful in cultivation, can become an immortal without a physical body?

However, according to the book, if you become an immortal like this, you are still a ghost after all, and it is difficult to climb the avenue.

After Ghost Immortal, what else can be cultivated?

He continued to look, but found that on the next page, there was another story.

The records in this book are intermittent, vague, and both true and false.

Most are not true.

Luo Qingzhou naturally wouldn't believe it.

He opened another book.

A lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is bright.

In the small courtyard, it was silent.

Listening to the rain garden on a moonlit night.

The lake is still full of lanterns.

In the middle of the lake, above the elegant attic, lights also lit up.

At this time, Song Ruyue had brought those ladies and maids to the attic, and sat at the table at the top railing, eating melon seeds snacks, chatting with the moon, and showing off.

The young women chatted and talked about Song Ruyue's married son-in-law.

"Ruyue, it's not a talkative elder sister. That's the son of a concubine that the Chengguo government doesn't want. I heard that it's not necessarily the son of Luo Yannian. They will throw it to you like garbage, but you should treat it as a treasure. His son-in-law doesn't know the rules, he won't come when you call him."

"That's right, Ruyue, look at the son-in-law of Zhou's house. Every day before dawn, he gets up and stands outside Zhou Lan's courtyard with his head bowed and his head down. You do all the hard work, you are diligent, sensible, and obedient. It's like your son-in-law, who eats and drinks food all day long, and stays in the room to read, and he doesn't know what to say."

"As for the poems you mentioned, do you think he really made them? I think they were prepared in advance and used to deceive you.

"Ruyue, don't you really expect that kid to give you an exam at that time? If he really has that ability, will the Chengguo government be willing to let him join the family?"

Several women have just been compared by her with young, beautiful skin and good figure, and they are very upset, so they can only use this unfortunate son-in-law to operate.

Song Ruyue listened to their sarcasm, and she immediately lowered her face, nibbled melon seeds with her head down, and didn't answer.

The women pretended not to see her face, and laughed and sneered a few more times.

A woman also read those poems with a strange smile, which made several people laugh.

Song Ruyue was embarrassed, and her anger had nowhere to go. Seeing that they were on the rise, she turned her head and shouted to Mei Er next to her: "From tomorrow onwards, let that kid go to my back garden and plant flowers for me! Stay indoors and read all day. , what's the use? My Qin family doesn't raise the disabled!"

Meier bowed her head and agreed with a timid heart.

When the women saw her getting angry, they looked at each other, ready to laugh a few more words and then put it away. At this moment, a maid suddenly went upstairs and reported, "Madam, Miss Qingwan is here."

One of the ladies said strangely: "Didn't that girl go to talk to Wei Mo, why did she come here again?"

Not long after, Su Qingwan went upstairs out of breath, with an excited expression on her face, holding two pieces of rice paper in her hand.

"Qingwan, why are you so happy?"

"Look at your blushing little face, did you run up here? Did you write a new poem?"

"Yo, the talented girls in Mocheng have a new work coming out. It is estimated that those talented people who will be invited tomorrow will be ashamed and ashamed."

Several ladies saw the rice paper she was holding, and they all laughed and ridiculed.

Su Qingwan stood in front of several noble ladies, gasping for a while, Fang handed the rice paper in his hand to one of the women, his face was full of excitement, panting, "Aunt... Aunt, look... …”

The noble lady was born in a scholarly family, and she also studied since she was a child. She was quite talented. Hearing that, she took the rice paper with a smile and read the first one.

On the first piece of paper was a seven-character quatrain.

She thought it was made by her niece, so she read it out with a smile: "Mei Xue Zhengchun didn't want to come down, and the saucy man put aside his writing and commentary.

When she read the last sentence, the smile on her face froze.

After the other ladies heard it, they were stunned for a while, and one of them grabbed it immediately and said, "I'll take a look."

Immediately, I couldn't help but read it again.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but snow loses Mei's fragrance... This sentence is really exquisite! Qing Wan, you really deserve to be my Mocheng's first talented girl, you deserve it!"

The other noble ladies all tutted their tongues in praise.

Su Qingwan's aunt smiled brightly, with a smug look on her face. She looked at Song Ruyue next to her and smiled: "Ruyue, my Qingwan's poem is better than your son-in-law's poems..."

"Aunt! I didn't do it!"

Before she could finish speaking, Su Qingwan gasped and said, "Yes... it was written by Mr. Luo! These two poems were written by Mr. Luo just now..."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"Master Luo? Who is Master Luo?"

asked her aunt in surprise.

At this time, after being stunned for a few seconds, Song Ruyue suddenly felt a shock in her heart and became excited, her beautiful face turning crimson with excitement.

Sure enough, the next second, she heard a familiar name!

"Luo Qingzhou, Wei Mo's brother-in-law, is the Luo Gongzi that you just discussed."

Su Qingwan took a cup of tea from the table and took a few sips.

In the attic, there was a sudden silence.

Song Ruyue was already flushed with excitement at this time, with a very bright and exaggerated smile on her face, and quickly said: "Next song! Isn't there another poem? Read it, read it!"

The woman woke up, looked at the rice paper in her hand, and swept it first, her face changed suddenly, her pupils lit up, and her eyes were fixed on the following sentences.

"Xiangmei, hurry up!"

A lady beside her urged.

The woman took a deep breath, her eyes were complicated, and she slowly read out: "Beside the broken bridge outside the station, I am lonely and have no owner. It is already dusk alone, worrying about the wind and rain. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I have no intention of fighting for spring. . It's broken into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."

The whole attic gradually became silent.

All I could hear was Su Qingwan's still hurried breathing...

Chapter 54 Breaking Stones with One Punch!

time is approaching.

The lights went down and the excitement dissipated.

The ladies in the attic, with their servants, said goodbye and left.

Several of the women kept their faces blank and didn't say hello to the others, just like defeated roosters, they left with a gloomy expression.

Come in good times, and come back in defeat.

I wanted to use the pretext of that son-in-law to kill Song Hoozi's majesty, but he didn't expect it, and was instead killed by him.

Depressed to vomit blood!