Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment and said, "Not necessarily."

Qin Weimo looked at him softly and said softly: "Brother-in-law, if you don't want to be an official, it would be nice to find a place with no one around. There are flowers, grass, food, shelter, and peace and quiet.

"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely? Second Miss likes this kind of place?"

Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Picking chrysanthemums? Brother-in-law, this poem..."

Luo Qingzhou smiled, took the pen from her hand, and took a blank rice paper from the side, saying: "Second Miss, keep this poem."

As he spoke, he dipped his hand in ink and wrote down the original poem.

Qin Weimo looked at it intently, and whispered in his mouth: "The house is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses. How can I ask you? Your mind is far away and you are leaning away. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.

The air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it."

As she thought about it, her eyes were wandering, and there was a hint of yearning in her eyes.

After Luo Qingzhou finished writing, he put down his pen, dried the ink on it, and gave it to her, saying: "Although this kind of life is beautiful, it is actually very tiring and lonely. Older people, or those who are world-weary

Maybe people will like it."

Qin Weimo took the little poem and read it again blankly. Fang looked up at him and said, "Brother-in-law, this kind of life is actually very good if there is an intimate person accompanying you. Weimo

……Quite like."

Luo Qingzhou avoided her gaze and said, "Second Miss, let's continue writing the story."

Qin Weimo stared at him for a while, then looked away, lowered his head slightly and said, "Oh."

Then he picked up the pen and ink and muttered in a low voice: "Brother-in-law is so timid..."

Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear and continued reading the story.

After finishing two rounds of stories, Luo Qingzhou read a few more poems.

After doing this, I turned my head and looked out the window. The sky outside suddenly turned dark.

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to stay any longer and said goodbye: "Second Miss, please keep these things. It's getting late and I have to go back to study. I haven't studied in the past few days, and I always feel like something is missing."

When Qin Weimo heard what he said, although she was very reluctant to let go, she didn't dare to stay anymore. She had to stand up, looked at him softly and said: "Brother-in-law, thank you..."

Luo Qingzhou knew why she was thanking her.

For her own sake and for the Qin Mansion.

But Luo Qingzhou actually did all this for himself.

If the Qin Mansion is gone, he and Xiaodie will probably be gone soon too.

What's more, there are so many lovely people here.

He didn't want to give it up either.

"Second Miss, go to bed early. If I have time tomorrow, I will come over again."

Luo Qingzhou said goodbye and left.

When he walked out of the door, Qiu'er quickly took his shoes, squatted down and held his feet, and helped him put on his shoes.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but said: "Miss Qiu'er, I can just wear it myself next time."

After Qiu'er helped him put it on, Fang stood up and said with a smile: "How can that be done? My uncle has worked so hard to tell stories to my young lady and make my young lady happy. I don't dare to neglect you."

Luo Qingzhou smiled and went out.

Zhu'er walked out of the room next to her and snorted coldly: "It's for the sake of the young lady, but it's not because I'm greedy for my uncle's body and I want to take the opportunity to hug my uncle's feet."

"Damn girl, if you keep talking nonsense, I will tear your mouth to pieces."

"Oh, Miss, Qiu'er is so angry! Qiu'er wants to be my uncle's wife, Miss, do you allow it?"

"Keep talking nonsense!"

"Hahaha……"

Two little maids were making a wild fuss outside.

In the room, a fragile girl in a plain white dress stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the figure disappearing at the door with a dazed look on her face.

After a long time.

She sighed slightly and murmured: "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely meet Nanshan... Brother-in-law, how about... together?"

Luo Qingzhou went out, thinking about things in his mind, and walked forward.

When I was approaching Lingchan Moon Palace, I suddenly saw a familiar slender figure, wearing a black coarse cloth dress and holding a sword in his hand, walking from the road ahead.

The two looked at each other.

The figure was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head slightly, quickened his pace, and held the sword tightly in his hand.

Luo Qingzhou stopped.

When the two of them passed each other, he suddenly said: "Miss Xia Chan, if you need money..."

The girl suddenly stopped, paused, turned her head to look at him, and said with cold eyes: "I... have money."

After a pause, he added another word coldly: "More."

Luo Qingzhou shrugged and said nothing more.

The girl's pretty face was cold, she gripped the sword tightly and left quickly.

Luo Qingzhou watched her frail and frail figure gradually walk away, and his mind couldn't help but think of the scene he saw last night. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable feeling of discomfort in his heart.

On the way back.

He thought to himself: Anyway, I have nothing to do tonight. After dinner, I will go help her plant flowers and take a look at Dongdong and Xixi.

Thinking of Dongdong and Xixi, he also recalled the scene of the heavy snow, in a secluded alley, where two little beggars were hungry and cold, hugging each other, shivering in the howling wind and snow, waiting for death.

He only saved them for a few days.

But someone in the Qin Mansion saved them all their lives.

Is it really a coincidence?

Obviously not.

When Luo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard, he saw Xiaodie standing in front of the window of the house, holding a pair of scissors in his hand, eyes wide open, and carefully cutting out a bellyband in his hand.

The part of the bellyband covering the abdomen has been cut off.

The middle part was also cut off, leaving only a thin strand of cloth connected.

It already looks very similar to something.
Chapter completed!