Luo Qingzhou returned to bed.

Xiaodie heard the sound and ran out and opened the courtyard door.

Qin Weimo was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

Qiu'er was familiar with Xiaodie, so he directly pulled her into the small courtyard and whispered: "Is my uncle awake? Miss Su came here specially and said she wanted to see my uncle."

Xiaodie looked back and said, "Sister Qiu'er, my young master has already rested."

Qiu'er poked her with her finger and whispered: "My uncle is not going tonight, and my wife is already angry. Go in and have a look. If he is feeling better, it is best to get up and see Miss Su. After all, he is an honored guest.

, my young lady is also in a difficult position."

Xiaodie was helpless and said, "Okay then, I'll go in and have a look."

Su Qingwan entered the small courtyard, looked around a few times, and couldn't help but said: "Weimo, your brother-in-law lives here with this little maid? Your sister..."

Qin Weimo sighed slightly: "My sister is not in good health, so we don't live together."

When Su Qingwan heard this, she smiled faintly: "I'm afraid it's not because of her poor health, right? She's married into a wife and she's a bastard with no status, so that's why she's treated like this, right?"

Then he said: "Wei Mo, I'm more direct, don't take it to heart. Since the two of them are already married, why do they need to make so many rules? What kind of couple are they if they don't live together? Your brother-in-law is so talented.

, and if he studies hard, he will definitely be able to stand out in the future. After all, it is not very good for you to treat him like this."

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Su Qingwan glanced at her and couldn't help but sigh: "I also know that your sister is in a special situation and may not be suitable for living together. Weimo, just pretend that I didn't say this. Don't think too much about it. I know who you are.

, you must feel uncomfortable. Hey, there are too many rules in this world, especially for a wealthy family like yours. If you don’t abide by some of the rules, people will gossip about you. There is nothing you can do about it.”

At this time, Xiaodie quickly walked out of the room and said respectfully: "Second Miss, Miss Su, my young master is awake."

Su Qingwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately walked to the window, lowered her body slightly and said, "Master Luo, I'm really sorry for coming to bother you so late. It's just those poems written by the master that really made Qingwan feel unbearable. Today

I happened to take advantage of my aunt's arrival in the evening, and Qingwan also came over, wanting to pay a special visit to Mr. Luo."

Qin Weimo also stepped forward, with a soft voice and concern on his face: "Brother-in-law, are you feeling better?"

Luo Qingzhou got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and replied: "Much better, thank you Miss Second for your concern."

The reason why he didn't pretend to be asleep anymore was that he didn't want to embarrass Miss Qin Er, and he heard what Miss Su said and felt that the other person was okay and it didn't matter to say hello.

The window is closed.

The oil lamp was on in the room, and his shadow was reflected on the window. He cupped his hands and said, "Miss Su, I don't feel very well tonight, so I won't go out to meet you."

When you are under the roof, there are some rules that you have to abide by.

Here he is a son-in-law, not a son-in-law.

Su Qingwan apologized: "Mr. Luo is not feeling well. Qingwan is really sorry. I shouldn't have come to disturb you. However, Qingwan really admires the young man's poems. I came here tonight to ask him for advice. I hope he will

Don’t hesitate to teach me.”

There was silence in the room and he said, "Miss Su misunderstood, those poems were not written by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the room was startled.

Su Qingwan looked surprised: "Why did Mr. Luo say this? Those poems were not written by Mr. Luo, but who wrote them?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I just saw it in a certain book and wrote it down. As for who did it, I really don't remember."

"Then Mr. Luo, can you tell Qingwan which book you read?"

Su Qingwan asked looking at the long shadow on the window.

Luo Qingzhou was silent again and said: "I forgot."

Silence fell outside the house.

Su Qingwan smiled bitterly and said: "Why are you doing this, Master? Qingwan knows that Master has a special status now and doesn't want to become famous too early. She just wants to study hard, hide her talents and bide her time, and wait for the imperial examination to become famous in high school. Qingwan came here today with no other intention.

, I just like the young master’s talent very much and want to meet him and have a few words. Qingwan can guarantee that what happened tonight will never be spread to anyone.”

The room fell into silence.

Su Qingwan looked at the shadow on the window and said softly: "Mr. Luo, since it's inconvenient for you to speak, can you do Qingwan a favor?"

There was silence in the room again, then Fang said: "Miss Su, please speak."

Su Qingwan said: "There will be a poetry meeting held in Yuanyang Tower in a few days. The title has been announced. Qingwan thought hard and composed two poems, but she is not very satisfied. Can the young master help Qingwan compose one so that Qingwan can read it? There are also

Thoughts?”

The man in the room sighed and said, "Miss Su, I really didn't lie to you. I'm not good at poetry."

Su Qingwan slightly lowered her head and said: "Mr. Luo, Qingwan can guarantee that I will not mention this person to anyone. If you are willing to help me, Qingwan will be very grateful. If Qingwan is useful in the future, Qingwan will never do it."

Dare to refuse."

Luo Qingzhou still said: "I'm sorry, Miss Su, I really can't write poetry, and I'm not feeling well tonight. Miss, please come back."

Su Qingwan raised her head and looked at the window and said, "Then Master, can you help Qingwan copy a poem? Just copy the one from the book that Master just mentioned, is that okay?"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"If the young master doesn't agree, Qingwan will be shameless today and won't leave here."

Su Qingwan said stubbornly.

Qin Weimo, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but persuade softly: "Sister Su, please don't embarrass my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law is sick today, and he may not be able to do anything for a while."

Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed her head and stood outside the window, saying no more.

The small courtyard fell into silence.

The maids and nuns also looked at each other, and then they all looked at the shadows on the windows, holding their breath and concentrating.

Time passed minute by minute in the stalemate between each other.

After a while, the young man in the room sighed and compromised: "Miss Su, please tell me the title."

Luo Qingzhou knew clearly that if a woman became stubborn, she wouldn't be able to pull back ten cows, so he just copied the song and sent it away.

As soon as these words came out, the depressing atmosphere in the small courtyard suddenly relaxed.

Su Qingwan raised her head with joy and said: "Thank you, sir, the topic is plum blossoms. There is a plum garden downstairs in Yuanyang. Standing upstairs, you can watch the first blooming plum blossoms in the garden, so I came up with this topic."

There was silence in the room for a while, then he said, "Miss Su, do you want poems or lyrics?"

Just as Su Qingwan was about to speak, she suddenly paused, her eyes flickered, she looked at the shadow on the window, and said cautiously: "Master Luo, how about... a poem, a word, is that okay?"

She secretly thought to herself that since Mr. Luo asked this question, he must be good at poetry, but she didn't know what kind of poetry he could produce in such a short time.

"Sister Su is so greedy."

Qin Weimo on the side said secretly in his heart.

At the same time, my eyes were softly looking at the shadow on the window, and I was secretly looking forward to it. I wonder if my brother-in-law can make it?

"Xiaodie, come in and study ink."

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the room.

Xiaodie agreed and was about to run in when Qin Weimo suddenly felt an impulse in his heart for some unknown reason and mustered up the courage to say: "Brother-in-law, Weimo can help you grind ink, can you?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the maids and grandmothers behind him changed.

Even Su Qingwan in front of her turned back and looked at her in surprise.

This kind of thing is not something that a rich lady can do.

What's more, the young man in the house is a bride-in-law and her brother-in-law. How can she take the initiative to study ink because she has a distinguished status?

Qin Weimo's cheeks suddenly turned red when she faced everyone's gaze. However, as soon as the words came out, she couldn't hold them back. There was indeed an impulse in her heart. She wanted to be the first to go in and see her brother-in-law write a poem. She said softly: "Brother-in-law,

Wei Mo wants to see you write poetry."

Luo Qingzhou in the room was stunned for a moment, and said quickly: "I don't dare to trouble the second lady, I just need Xiaodie to help me."

The maids and nuns in the courtyard also began to persuade him in unison.

"Miss, no!"

"Miss, how can you help my uncle grind ink? This is the job of servants."

Although Qin Weimo had been weak and sickly since he was a child, he had a rather stubborn temperament. Now that he had decided to go in and study ink, he no longer hesitated and broke away from Zhu'er and Qiu'er's hands and walked towards the house.

The two little maids were frightened and frightened, but they did not dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported her and looked at the old ladies behind them for help.

The old ladies looked serious, and just as they were about to step forward to persuade, Qin Weimo turned his head, with a hint of pleading on his beautiful and pale cheeks, and said softly: "Mommy, let Weimo be willful for once, anyway, Weimo

It's also time... once Wei Mo goes in, I will feel happy..."

After these words and this pitiful expression, who can bear it?

The old ladies who were about to persuade them suddenly had red eyes, and they no longer had the heart to speak to stop them.

One of the eldest nuns immediately spoke in a trembling voice: "Young lady, just go in. If anyone dares to speak out or gossip about what happened tonight, I will never spare her! If Madam is blamed, I will bear the responsibility alone."

.”

Qin Weimo said gratefully: "Thank you, mama."
To be continued...