Qiu'er shook her head, glanced at the young lady inside, and whispered: "My uncle doesn't come here often. Every time he is forced to come here by the madam. Sometimes the young lady goes to look for my uncle, but she can't see her."

Qin Wenzheng frowned: "Is that boy so arrogant?"

Zhu Er, who was following behind, hummed: "My uncle is very arrogant. He always ignores my young lady, which is very hateful. Master, please tell me about my uncle."

Qin Wenzheng was startled, thinking that the boy was indeed going too far, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the boy did the right thing.

Brother-in-law and sister-in-law should keep a distance from each other, right?

"I will find an opportunity to talk about him."

Qin Wenzheng nodded and thought to himself: Look for an opportunity to see if that boy is dissatisfied with Jian Jia and if he has any intention of leaving the Qin Mansion.

"Dad, you are here."

After Qin Weimo finished writing the poem praising plum blossoms, he heard the sound outside. He stood up and wanted to walk over, but his body went limp and he almost fell.

Qiu'er and Zhu'er hurried in and helped her.

Qin Weimo said softly: "I'm fine. Dad, why don't you come now?"

Qin Wenzheng looked at her silently, then shook his head for a moment, with a gentle smile on his face: "It's okay, I just came to see you."

Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said softly: "Daddy, just give all the credit to Weimo."

After a pause, he whispered: "If in the future... Wei Mo does something out of line, or does something that damages the reputation of the Qin family, I still hope that dad..."

Qin Wenzheng smiled and said: "Whatever you want to do, just do it. If you need dad to help you, just ask. You know better than them the reputation of the Qin family and the interests of the Qin family. Dad doesn't take these seriously.

As long as you are good, dad will be satisfied."

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said softly: "Thank you, dad. In fact, Weimo knows that dad gave up the business and cut off many benefits in the past two years without fighting for it...actually it was all for us..."

Qin Wenzheng sighed and looked at her lovingly: "Wei Mo, in fact, in our Qin family, you are smarter than anyone else. If it weren't for your body... don't worry, we will go to Kyoto soon, and dad will do it for you."

Find a good doctor..."

Qin Weimo looked at him and said, "Dad and I should be the only ones going, right?"

Qin Wenzheng was silent for a moment and said: "Everyone go."

Qin Weimo whispered: "It turns out that dad has been planning for a long time... This Qin Mansion is coveted by so many people, there must be some secret, right?"

She raised her head again and said: "Dad, you don't need to tell me, Wei Mo doesn't want to know either. Wei Mo just wants to know, everything dad said...including brother-in-law?"

Qin Wenzheng frowned slightly and said nothing.

Qin Weimo looked at him, his voice was soft but extremely stubborn: "If my brother-in-law doesn't go, then Weimo won't go either..."

Qin Wenzheng's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He just said: "You have a good rest and take good care of yourself. The Chinese New Year will be in less than a month, and then the eldest princess will meet

Come to Mocheng to celebrate the New Year, it should be very lively at that time. Okay, don’t think too much, dad is back."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Qin Weimo looked at the empty door and stood quietly in the room for a long time.

Then, Fang slowly turned around and looked at the little poem on the desk.

She was stunned, then sat down in front of the desk, raised her bare hand, picked up the pen, and was about to dip it in ink when she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The words on the rice paper were instantly dyed red.

"Miss!"

Qiu'er and Zhu'er exclaimed, their faces changed, and they were crying.

Outside the window.

The sun sets and night falls.

The girl raised her head and looked outside.

The plum blossoms leaning under the eaves survived the cold winter, but ultimately could not survive the spring when flowers bloom, and have begun to wither...

"I'm really useless..."

The girl murmured softly, her pink lips turning red.

Like the red plum blossoms that once bloomed.

Brilliant in the ice and snow, withered in the flowers.
Chapter completed!