Chapter 136 Peerless Poetry

at dusk.

In the study room, red sleeves add fragrance and plain hands grind ink.

Luo Qingzhou sat in front of the desk, holding a wolf brush and writing with ink.

After a while, the snow-white rice paper was covered with a large area of ​​beautiful, powerful and restrained characters.

The incense balls in the incense burner were baked into curls of cigarette smoke, which spread out in the room.

The faint fragrance exuding from the girl beside him also competed with the smoke from time to time and penetrated into Luo Qingzhou's nose.

Thinking back to Miss Qin Er's shy and bold words just now, and the method that the soul senior said to him last night, he could not help but feel a little nervous.

In fact, he often thought that if he had not married Miss Qin when he first got married, but...

Wouldn't that be great?

Of course, the done deal is now over and there is no point in thinking about it.

He was indeed willing to sacrifice many things for this weak and pitiful girl, but there were some things that he could not sacrifice if he wanted to.

Now in the Qin Mansion, he is just a son-in-law.

If you think too much, you will only ask for trouble.

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few times. The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets. So many things in ancient and modern times.

, all in laughter..."

Qin Weimo was studying ink with his bare hands while looking at the small characters he had written. When he read the beginning of the poem, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at him again.

"Second Miss, this is a new story, a story about three countries. As for the three countries, just think that I made it up. This story contains many things, including brotherhood, conspiracy, loyalty, and treachery.

, and there are more analyzes of major events in the world, as well as military tactics, etc. I believe... you might also like it."

Luo Qingzhou explained while writing.

Qin Weimo looked at him softly and said, "As long as it is written by my brother-in-law, Weimo will like it..."

Luo Qingzhou paused in writing, turned to look at her, and met her autumn-filled, gentle eyes.

After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Second Miss, do you really think there is nothing wrong with the poems I wrote in the afternoon? Do you need to change them?"

Qin Weimo came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "Brother-in-law wrote so many poems in one breath, plus yesterday's poems, they are all wonderful poems that people have to admire. Even if there are some flaws or some irregularities,

No one will ever look into it further, let alone change it."

After a pause, he smiled again: "Brother-in-law deliberately wrote so many good poems, didn't he just want to numb us? Don't worry, brother-in-law, there will be no problem. Others will only be amazed and impressed when they see it. How dare you doubt it at will?

No one dares to question a great man whose talent is much higher than his own. If someone cannot understand, he will only doubt in his heart that he is not talented enough and has little knowledge, and he will not dare to speak out."

"That's true."

Luo Qingzhou smiled and continued writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" with his head down.

Qin Weimo stared at the words he wrote and said softly: "Brother-in-law, this story is probably much more exciting than "The Story of the Stone", right? Weimo can tell that this story is majestic and must be

It’s a thrilling story that can be recalled for a long time.”

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "Indeed. But some people like it, and some people may not be able to stand it. Second Miss, you don't have to force it. Most of the people who like this story are probably men. Of course, those who like military affairs will definitely like it."

Qin Wei studied the ink and pouted: "Brother-in-law looks down on others, and Wei Mo also likes it."

Luo Qingzhou smiled, said nothing more, and continued writing seriously.

After two rounds of writing, it was already dark outside.

At this time, Qiu'er opened the door and whispered: "Miss, uncle, madam is here. Come into the yard quickly."

Luo Qingzhou immediately stood up, blew the ink on the paper, and rolled up the rice paper.

After thinking about it, he quickly walked to the back room, placed it on Miss Qin Er's bed, and pressed it down with a quilt.

There is a heater in the room.

The ink on it has already condensed, so you don't have to worry about smearing it.

Luo Qingzhou walked back to the desk.

The footsteps had already reached the door.

Luo Qingzhou quickly picked up the ink stick.

"lady."

Qiu'er, who was standing at the door, bowed and said.

Song Ruyue took off her shoes at the door, walked in, and looked at the two people in front of the desk.

A fragile girl in a plain white dress is sitting at the desk writing seriously.

Standing next to him was a young man in a toga, bowing his head, holding an ink block in his hand, and grinding the ink for the girl.

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then said with surprise on her face: "Weimo, can you get up now? Are you feeling better?"

The girl seemed to know that she was coming. She turned her head to look at her and said softly: "Mother, I'm much better."

Song Ruyue's face was full of joy. She walked closer and glanced at the boy standing next to her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and said coldly: "Why are you so close? You're just grinding ink. You don't want to stand far away?"

After saying that, he snorted coldly, quickly helped his daughter pull up the clothes on her chest, and muttered: "Stupid girl, don't let someone take advantage of you."

Then he walked to the beauty's bed, took the snow-white fox fur and put it on the girl's body.

Qin Weimo blushed slightly and whispered: "Mother, it's hot."

"Why is it hot? Wear more clothes to avoid coughing again later. Wrap your body tightly too, be careful of someone with dishonest eyes!"

Song Ruyue couldn't help but put it on her body, then hugged her shoulders, bent down, and pressed against her little face. She looked at her handwriting and praised: "Our Wei Mo handwriting is so beautiful.

, as beautiful as a human being.”

Then he added: "As expected of me."

Seeing the deep affection between mother and daughter, Luo Qingzhou quickly put down the ink stick and took the opportunity to hold his hand and said: "Mother-in-law, since you are here, I will go back first."

"No!"

"No……"

The mother and daughter actually turned their heads at the same time and refused in unison.

After the words came out, the two of them were slightly startled and looked at each other.

Qin Weimo's cheeks turned red.

Song Ruyue immediately said with a straight face: "What are you doing back so early? Didn't you see Wei Mo writing? If you don't study ink here, why should I do it?"

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to say a word, so he could only pick up the ink block and continue to rub it.

Qin Weimo breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Mother, have you read the poems Zhu'er sent me in the evening? What do you think?"

"Humph, I'll just make do with it, just so-so."

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes, curled her lips, and looked disdainful.

Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to give it to the eldest princess together, mother?"

Song Ruyue said expressionlessly: "Since I have nothing to give, I can only reluctantly give these so-so things. No matter whether the eldest princess likes it or not, that's it."

Qin Weimo nodded and said, "Mother, I will have them framed when I go home tonight. Those poems were written with great effort by my brother-in-law. Mother, please pack them up and don't let anyone steal them."

Song Ruyue sneered: "You think you are a peerless treasure that everyone likes? It's just a few poems. Even if I put it outside the yard, no one would take a second look."

Qin Weimo smiled, said no more, and lowered his head to write.

Another moment passed.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but put down the ink stick and said again: "Mother-in-law, I think..."

"No!"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Ruyue glared and objected.

Luo Qingzhou could only say: "I'm in a hurry and want to go out for convenience."

Qin Weimo covered her mouth and snickered.

The corner of Song Ruyue's mouth twitched, and she glared at him and said, "Go!"

Luo Qingzhou walked to the door, put on his shoes, and left quickly.

Mother and daughter were enjoying themselves in the house, but he was really embarrassed in there, so he might as well come out for some air.

The snow stopped outside and the wind stopped.

Luo Qingzhou went out and walked towards his small courtyard.

He was going to see Xiaodie, and then he was going to see Bai Ling and Miss Qin.

It's strange, these processes seem to have become a habit after dark. If I don't do any of them, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Return to the courtyard.
To be continued...