Courtyard, snowflakes flying.

A tall girl in a light purple dress was holding a leather whip and standing proudly in the courtyard, with a tree branch on the ground in front of her.

Song Ruyue's mother and daughter, dressed in the same snow-white fox fur, stood under the eaves and watched under the support of the maid and grandmother.

Song Ruyue said with a smile: "Meijiao is really amazing, women don't let me shave my eyebrows!" ”

The other maids and grandmothers also echoed and praised and praised them.

But when Luo Qingzhou stepped into the courtyard, these sounds suddenly stopped again.

After Nangong Meijiao saw him, the smugness on her face instantly turned into cold arrogance, put away her leather whip, twisted her hips, and turned back to the eaves.

The smile on Song Ruyue's face also turned cold.

Only the weak girl under the eaves who was supported by Qiu'er and Zhu'er was still smiling, and her eyes were full of softness.

Song Ruyue took Nangong Meijiao and a group of maids and servants, turned around and entered the house, and sat down in the living room.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in the courtyard, not knowing whether to go in or not.

Qin Weimo whispered under the eaves: "Brother-in-law, come in ......"

When Luo Qingzhou approached, the weak girl glanced at him softly, and chuckled in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, Weimo will protect you." ”

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

The girl covered her mouth and chuckled, and her eyes motioned for him to enter the room.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to go in, walked up to the young beautiful woman sitting in the main seat of the living room, bowed his head and said, "Mother-in-law, you call Qingzhou, what do you command?" ”

Song Ruyue held the teacup, lowered her head and took a sip slowly, Fang looked up at him and said, "Will you write a few heroic poems, preferably with lofty ambitions, meritorious achievements, or national events?" ”

Luo Qingzhou said without hesitation: "No." ”

"Huh?"

The teacup in Song Ruyue's hand was paused, and then slowly put it on the coffee table next to her, and she looked at him coldly and said, "No?" ”

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "Qingzhou is stupid, it really won't." ”

Just after thinking about it, he couldn't do such thankless things.

These poems were given to the eldest princess.

Poems that talk about national events and wars are no better than those poems that are not good, or the meaning is not right, and they are grabbed by someone with a heart, isn't it asking for hardship?

Anyway, he is a son-in-law, and he is not qualified to see the eldest princess, let alone to pat himself, so why bother?

Song Ruyue's face sank, and she looked at him unkindly.

Qin Weimo said softly on the side: "Mother, everyone's literary style is different, and it is understandable that my brother-in-law is not good at writing such poems." Didn't Sister Meijiao say it just now, the eldest princess also likes to paint, and she can make a painting with micro-ink, and then think of a poem by herself. Although there may be some things that can't be done, they are always in a heart, and the eldest princess shouldn't blame them. When the time comes, the mother will give some other gifts, and it will be the icing on the cake. ”

"Humph!"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, rolled her eyes and said, "Some people, I don't know what the use of raising him is." At a critical time, even a weak woman is not as good. ”

Nangong Meijiao sat on the side drinking tea, her face was cold and arrogant, and she didn't say a word.

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and did not say anything.

Song Ruyue saw that he was silent, and suddenly became angry, and her heart and tone fell together, and when she was about to slap the table and get angry, Qin Weimo hurriedly said: "Mother, in this way, when the time comes, Weimo will paint a picture, let my brother-in-law write a small story, or write a poem that uses the scenery to illustrate people." In this case, it should be possible. ”

Song Ruyue sneered coldly: "Will he?" ”

Qin Weimo glanced at the young man who was bowing his head and standing respectfully, and replied for him: "Brother-in-law will." ”

Song Ruyue's fine willow eyebrows jumped, and she squinted at her.

Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, finally spoke: "Weimo, are you very familiar with your brother-in-law?" Do you even know all this? ”

Qin Weimo said softly: "Sister Meijiao, brother-in-law is talented, not only Weimo knows, but also his mother." Everyone knows about this Qin Mansion. ”

"Wow, don't add me, I don't know!"

Song Ruyue sneered and turned her face away.

Nangong Meijiao smiled faintly: "Talented? If you're really talented, you can't stick to just one style. Even if other styles are not good, they can be made. Weimo, don't be fooled. ”

Qin Weimo smiled softly: "Sister Meijiao, Weimo knows it in her heart." ”

Nangong Meijiao frowned, and looked back at the young man standing in the hall.

looks good, but it's a pity that it looks weak, and it's not much different from other scholars.

She really couldn't understand how Qin Pujia could marry such a person.

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I don't even understand, even the weak little cousin next to me seems to be fascinated by this guy.

Every time she came here to talk to her, she listened to her talk about her young man, and every time she mentioned him, her eyes were shining.

It seems that apart from this guy, she has nothing else to talk about in her heart.

Is this guy really that charming?

Why can't she see it?

"Luo Qingzhou!"

Song Ruyue suddenly spoke sternly: "What Weimo just said, can you do it?" ”

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, looked at the weak girl next to him, and was about to speak, Nangong Meijiao suddenly said: "Literati don't read just to compose some poems. World affairs, national affairs, you should all be concerned. I heard Weimo say a few of your poems, and the writing is indeed passable, but the ideas are a little childish. In addition to moaning without disease, it is the love of children. If you can make some poems with lofty ambitions and intentions for the country, then you are a real talent. ”

Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "Meijiao is right. Luo Qingzhou, can you do it? ”

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said, "Qingzhou is not ......"

"If you can't, go to my back garden and plant flowers now! In the future, you don't need to study, go and be a florist, let your little girl go too, and in the future, you master and servant will not be able to step out of the back garden for half a step! ”

Song Ruyue crossed her eyebrows and said coldly.

Luo Qingzhou glanced up at her, and suddenly heard the words in her heart: This stupid person, Weimo and I were still praising him in front of Meijiao just now, and now we are going to slap me and Weimo in the face? If he dares to embarrass me in front of outsiders today, I want him to look good! 】

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, even if you want your brother-in-law to do it, you should give him a few days, if you ask for it on the spot, you will ask your brother-in-law to do it on the spot." You...... Some are bullying. ”

"Huh?"

Song Ruyue turned her head to look at him, glared angrily, and said, "You said I bullied this kid? ”

Then he was angry and angry: "Do you know how your Aunt Zhou's son-in-law lives every day?" Every day before dawn, I have to get up, go to your Aunt Zhou's door and wait outside, do laundry and sweep the floor, do cows and horses, and do all kinds of dirty work. ”

"Your Aunt Zhou's daughter still dislikes him, and even those maids dare to insult him, she can't eat enough and can't dress warmly. Your Aunt Zhou even asked him to carry a sedan chair for your Aunt Zhou, drive the carriage, and serve him with a slap and whip at every turn. ”

"Which son-in-law in someone's house is not like this? It's worse than the next person, anyone can bully and spit. ”

"Look at this kid again, what kind of life is he living in our house? Those are the days of the gods! Eat well and dress well, you don't have to do anything every day except studying, and there is a little girl in the room to serve, and you can have such a beautiful lady and Yue ...... Hum! He should burn incense and worship the Buddha, Amitabha! ”

Qin Weimo lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

In fact, she knew in her heart that what her mother said was right, and those who entered the other mansions were all doing very badly, and even those maids and servants looked down on them.

But......

In her heart, her brother-in-law is not comparable to ordinary sons-in-law.

The brother-in-law is talented, has a good mouthful, can recite poems and lyrics, and can write wonderful short stories; Whether it's a person or a good personality, you can still ...... Protect her and make her happy.

Anyway, her brother-in-law is good, she doesn't allow others to bully him.

Neither can my mother.

Luo Qingzhou saw that the mother-in-law's face turned pale, and his body trembled when he said a series of words.

She seemed to feel sorry for her daughter again, and she regretted it a little, but she didn't finish venting her anger, so she could only hold it by herself.

After Miss Qin Er spoke for him, she lowered her head and pouted when she was reprimanded, as if she was a little unconvinced, and wanted to continue arguing for him.

Seeing that the mother and daughter, who were wearing the same snow-white fox fur and were equally beautiful, seemed to be arguing for him again, Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to open his mouth to break the tense and oppressive atmosphere, and said: "Mother-in-law, Qingzhou just thought about it and remembered a poem, I don't know if it's appropriate." ”

Song Ruyue glanced at him angrily and did not speak.

Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, said, "Read it and listen to it." ”

Qin Weimo also raised his head.

Song Ruyue suddenly said: "Zhu'er, go to the study to study the ink, and let Qiu'er write it down." If he dares to fool me, this will be the last poem he wrote in the Qin Mansion! ”

Zhu'er agreed, and hurriedly entered the study with Qiu'er.

Luo Qingzhou sighed secretly in his heart, brewed his emotions for a while, and said sonorously: "The gold is wrong and the white jade is dressed, and the light shines through the window at night." The boy did not make a meritorious achievement, and he took care of the eight wilderness independently with a knife. Jinghua made friends with all the strange people, and lived and died together in the same period. The thousand-year-old annals are nameless, and a piece of Dan is repaying the Son of Heaven. Erlai came to the army in Hanbin, and the Nanshan Xiaoxue jade is rugged. Alack! Although the three households of Chu can die in Qin, how can there be no one in the hall! ”

The tone of this poem is sonorous and powerful, without pause, and after reading it in one breath, a heroic ambition involuntarily rises in his chest, and his blood is stirring!

Although Song Ruyue didn't understand it immediately, when she heard this momentum, her heart suddenly became awe-inspiring, and the expression on her face changed.

After Qin Weimo listened, her little hands couldn't help but clench, a flush of excitement suddenly surged on her white cheeks, her eyes sparkled, her lips moved, and she seemed to want to speak, but she just looked at the girl in the purple dress next to her.

Nangong Meijiao pondered for a while, as if she was recalling a few of the words.

After a while.

She looked at Song Ruyue and said, "Auntie, I have a gift for the eldest princess." This poem, I'm sure, the eldest princess will like it. ”