"Microink."

Several girls beckoned Qin Weimo to sit down and talked to her.

At the same time, his eyes glanced at the young man who stopped not far away from time to time, and he secretly wondered why he couldn't come.

Judging by his clothes and temperament, he should be a scholar, not a subordinate or something.

One of the girls in the blue dress knew Luo Qingzhou, and said in a low voice: "Weimo, your brother-in-law looks so shy, don't you dare to come over?" ”

This girl in the blue dress is Song Zixi, who invited Luo Qingzhou in the Treasure Pavilion a few days ago.

"Brother-in-law?"

"That son is Weimo's brother-in-law?"

"Zixi, is he the Luo Gongzi you said?"

When the other girls heard this, their faces showed a touch of surprise, and at the same time, they all secretly regretted in their hearts.

It turned out that they had already married, and they were still rich.

Song Zixi nodded, got up and took the initiative to greet Luo Qingzhou: "Young Master Luo, my sister and I were still talking about you just now." Your sentence that the snow is still too late in spring, so you wear the garden trees to make flying flowers, and everyone praises it. ”

The girls all nodded reservedly, counting as a greeting.

Luo Qingzhou arched his hand very politely, and when he saw that the seat next to him was empty, he asked the maid who was placing snacks on the side, "Can I sit here?" ”

Hearing this, the maid nodded and said, "Son, please, there are no guests sitting here." ”

Luo Qingzhou thanked him and sat down next to him.

It's too abrupt to stand there all the time.

It was full of women over there, and there were no seats left, so it was not convenient for him to get there.

Qin Weimo saw him sitting down over there, his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but he held back.

The other girls laughed and chatted again.

Meng Yulan said to a few girls, and after asking them to take care of Weimo, she came to Luo Qingzhou again, and said with a smile: "Young Master Luo, if you need anything, just tell the maid." I'm going to go down to receive guests, so I'll be out of company first. ”

Luo Qingzhou got up and said, "Miss Meng, just go and get busy." ”

Meng Yulan smiled, glanced at him more, and walked away quickly, the short knife on his waist swayed back and forth, which was particularly eye-catching.

Luo Qingzhou sat down, and couldn't help but think of the explanation in the book.

Today's martial artists, most of the martial arts they practice are fist and foot skills.

Those who cultivate weapons belong to the minority.

Because weapons are too expensive.

Ordinary weapons, of course, warriors can afford them.

But the weapons used by warriors cannot be ordinary weapons.

Those who can fight with martial artists are naturally martial artists, and powerful demon beasts, ordinary weapons are difficult to cause any damage to the other party at all, and they will be restrained when held in their hands.

Like him, he is already in the stage of refining his muscles, and it is difficult to inflict heavy damage on him with an ordinary kitchen knife or sword, but it will delay the best opportunity to attack.

If it is a more powerful martial artist, those ordinary swords are even more powerless.

As for the demon beast, it is even thicker and rougher, and ordinary swords are difficult to hurt in the slightest.

Therefore, if a martial artist wants to cultivate a weapon, he can only use a weapon that is specially refined with special materials, and he must rely on a weapon inscribed with runes by the refining master to be useful.

However, the price of those weapons is extremely expensive.

Ordinary martial artists, don't even think about it.

Therefore, it is still true to practice fist and foot exercises honestly.

Moreover, the fists and feet are cultivated to the extreme, and they are extremely powerful weapons in themselves, and they are more sensitive and explosive than external weapons.

Just now, the young lady of the Meng family had the short knife pinned to her waist, I don't know if she specializes in weapons, or uses it for decoration, or as an auxiliary in battle.

Luo Qingzhou sat alone in front of the window, looking at the lights on the riverbank, thinking about these cultivation things.

Downstairs, it seems that the show has already begun.

The roars of many people and the applause rang out one after another below.

The girls in the corner are still chatting as if no one is around.

Luo Qingzhou was about to read back the technique of refining tendons in his mind, when a fragrant wind suddenly swept next to him.

Song Zixi, who was dressed in a blue dress and had a graceful figure, walked over with a smile and said, "Young Master Luo, it's strange and lonely to see you sitting here alone, can I sit down and talk to you?" ”

Of course, Luo Qingzhou had no reason to refuse, nodded, and turned his head to look at the seat.

Qin Weimo's gaze also happened to be good, and there was an expression of apology and helplessness in his eyes, as if to say: Brother-in-law, it's not that Weimo can't come to accompany you, and he can't leave......

"Young Master Luo, what books have you been reading at home recently? Are there any interesting books that you can introduce to me? ”

Song Zixi sat down opposite and took the initiative to speak.

Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "It's all some exam preparation books, four books and five classics, Dayan culture, etc., it is estimated that Miss Song will not be interested." ”

Song Zixi smiled when he heard this, the light in his eyes flowed, and he said softly: "Young Master Luo, I recently heard that there is a story called "The Legend of the West Chamber" that has been passed on by word of mouth among various rich ladies, and it is full of praise. I heard that the original version was circulated from the Qin Mansion, does Luo Gongzi know who wrote it? ”

Luo Qingzhou's face was calm: "I haven't heard of it below." ”

His mother-in-law must have flaunted it.

Song Zixi smiled, didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Young Master Luo, I know your talent." Later, the following talents will try to test poetry, Luo Gongzi should not miss it. I believe that with the talent of Prince Luo, he will definitely be able to make a splash tonight, and Zixi will wait and see. ”

Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, when Zhu'er suddenly walked up quickly, glanced at him when she passed by him, and then at Song Zixi, did not speak, walked quickly to the table of the girls and said, "Miss, Madame called you down." ”

Qiu'er, who was standing next to Qin Weimo, asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhu'er hesitated a little, but still spoke: "There is a Tang Gongzi talking to Madame below, and he also asked Miss, so Madame asked the slave maid to call Miss down." ”

Qin Weimo was slightly stunned, and then frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

She almost subconsciously turned her head and looked at Luo Qingzhou's side.

"Miss, Madame is waiting."

Pearls were a little anxious.

She was afraid that if Miss couldn't be stubborn, the lady would make a fool of herself in public, and with the lady's good-faced character, she would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Qin Weimo didn't embarrass her, nodded, said sorry to the other girls, and left her seat with Qiu'er's support.

When she walked to Luo Qingzhou's seat, she stopped and said softly, "Brother-in-law, can you go down with me?" ”

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Luo Qingzhou did not hesitate, stood up, and said goodbye to Song Zixi.

Song Zixi smiled slightly and said: "Aunt Song has something to find you, then you can go down first, and we will go down later, it is estimated that the poetry competition will start soon." ”

Luo Qingzhou followed behind the preoccupied second lady and slowly went downstairs.

Downstairs, there are artists invited from the Qinglou playing the piano.

The tulle is lightly hidden, and the figure of Fuqin looms behind the curtain, which seems to give people a sense of mystery and hook people to find out.

Luo Qingzhou followed behind Miss Qin Er and walked to a seat by the window on the right.

Song Ruyue was sitting there alone, and a young man in a Confucian shirt was standing in front of the table, holding a folding fan, bending down slightly and bowing his head, talking to her politely.

The young man was of medium height, quite handsome, and had a good temperament, with a comfortable smile on his face, and a soft-spoken voice, looking suave.

Song Ruyue was talking to him while looking at him from time to time.

"Mother."

Qin Weimo, supported by Qiu'er, walked over slowly and shouted softly.

The young man turned sideways when he heard the sound, looked at her, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the five fingers holding the folding fan pressed slightly, and his face still maintained a polite smile, and his eyes quickly looked at the ground.

Song Ruyue opened her mouth and said, "Weimo, this is Tang Gongzi." ”

Then he said to the young man: "Jiasong, this is my daughter Weimo, who knows a little bit about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is happy and quiet, likes to stay in the house, and is unwilling to come out to communicate with others." ”

Tang Jiasong immediately bowed his head and said, "Miss Qin, I have heard of her name for a long time, and I have admired it for a long time. Miss Qin's poems are a must-read every day. It's really a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows go, and she is not inferior to those men. ”

Qin Weimo bowed his head slightly and did not speak.

At this time, the head of the Qinglou who presided over tonight's poetry meeting, Nana walked up to the stage and announced with a smile the start of tonight's poetry competition.

The talented literati and women gathered in the audience are all grinding their fists.

Song Ruyue said: "Come and sit down, and look at Jiasong's poems later." ”

Tang Jiasong hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't let Miss Qin laugh, you are a shallow learner, you can't compare with those talents, and you will just have a good time later." ”

Qin Weimo nodded politely at him, and with Qiu'er's support, he sat down on the soft seat next to him.

As soon as he sat down, he beckoned to Luo Qingzhou, who was standing not far away, and said, "Brother-in-law, come here...... Stand closer. ”

Tang Jiasong was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

Luo Qingzhou passed by him and stood beside Miss Qin Er, just blocking his gaze from looking at Miss Qin Er.

Tang Jiasong frowned, so he had to move to the side, still maintaining an elegant smile on his face, and arched his hand: "This is ......"

Qin Weimo said politely: "My brother-in-law." ”

Tang Jiasong smiled awkwardly, so he had to arch his hand at Luo Qingzhou and said, "What is the name of this son?" ”

Luo Qingzhou didn't return the salute, looked at the stage with a wooden face, ignored him, as if he didn't hear.

Just now, when this person saw Miss Qin Er for the first time, he said in his heart: What a sick petite beauty! Although I heard that this young lady of the Qin family is dying soon, and she is in a hurry to find her husband just to give her joy, but I don't suffer a loss. Marrying this little beauty, the Qin family's property is naturally at my fingertips, even if it is a small half, it is enough for me to be happy, and when the time comes, she will die of illness......

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he didn't listen anymore.

Is this the person his mother-in-law said is like Jia Baoyu? It's really blind......

Forget it, he'll block it for the second lady.

Tang Jiasong saw that he ignored him, the smile on his face froze, and he had to bow his hand to Song Ruyue and say, "Aunt Song, this son ......"

"Don't talk yet, listen to her."

Song Ruyue's eyes looked intently at the Oiran on the stage, and waved his hand to interrupt him.

Tang Jiasong smiled stiffly, and had to look at the stage, and then walked a few steps forward, listened carefully, and stared at the curvaceous and sexy body on the stage motionlessly.

At this time, the Oiran named Mai Yi said the title of the first fight poem.

After the discussion of several seniors, this first competition was titled "Mei". Why did this topic come out, I think many guests know that some time ago there was a peerless masterpiece with the theme of plum...... Scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance is the same......"

"Almost everyone praised this poem, but there were also many talented people who were not convinced, so in a few days, various new works were produced......"

"Of course, it doesn't mean that you have to let your works compare with this poem, everyone does their best, and the poems are not limited to ......"

When the curvaceous and flamboyant-looking Oiran was speaking on the stage, Qin Weimo turned his head and looked at the young man beside him.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou was also looking at the Oiran above.

"Brother-in-law, is it good-looking?"

The girl asked suddenly in a low voice.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, withdrew his gaze to look at the stage, looked at her and said, "Second Miss refers to ......"

The corners of Qin Weimo's mouth twitched, and said, "The stage...... Is it good-looking? ”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned and nodded.

Qin Weimo's eyebrows moved, and he said, "What about the beauties on the stage?" ”

The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and when he didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly looked at him coldly and said, "You'd better think about answering carefully." ”

It turned out that the two of them were whispering just now, and she had been eavesdropping on the side.

Qin Weimo's cheeks flushed slightly.

Luo Qingzhou had to look at his mother-in-law again, and heard the words in her heart: [If this stinky boy dares to say that the Qinglou woman is good-looking, go back tonight, I want him to look good!] 】

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "It's not good-looking." ”

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and snorted coldly: "Duplicity." The parents are so beautiful and have a good figure, why is it not good-looking? ”

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to whisper: "If there is no mother-in-law and the second lady here, she will naturally look okay." ”

"Huh?"

Song Ruyue's eyes narrowed, the corners of her mouth curled unconsciously, and she said with a cold face: "What do you mean?" Make it clear! ”

Qin Weimo pursed her lips slightly, and a smile was already rippling in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "How can the light of fireflies compete with Haoyue?" When the moon is in the sky, even the brightest stars are eclipsed. ”

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, silently read a few words in her mouth, the curvature of the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed, so she had to turn her face away, snorted coldly, continued to look at the stage, did not speak again, and quickly recited it silently many times in her heart, and wrote down this sentence.

Qin Weimo's beautiful eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he said in a low voice: "It turns out that my brother-in-law will also talk sweetly and coax people." ”

Luo Qingzhou's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "You can't use the word sweet words." ”

Qin Weimo was slightly stunned: "Why?" ”

Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment and said, "It's okay, just use it." ”

This word is actually no problem, but in his time, this word has become a special word among couples, and just now Miss Qin Er suddenly said it, he was naturally startled.

By this time, many people had already returned to their seats and began to consider the poem with the title of "Mei".

Half a column of incense after the time.

Tang Jiasong, who had been thinking about it for a long time, suddenly turned around and walked back, and said with a smile on his face: "Can Miss Qin do it?" In the next moment, Wen Si moved, but he came up with a song, maybe there are some flaws, I hope the second lady can help correct one or two. ”

Qin Weimo glanced at him and said politely and softly, "Weimo hasn't made it yet." ”

Song Ruyue listened, turned her head and came: "Has Jiasong already been made?" Sure enough, it's a quick idea. ”

Then he said to Zhu'er next to him: "Go and ask someone to bring pen and ink and let Tang Gongzi write it down." Let's take a look and send it to the competition later. ”

Tang Jiasong was full of smiles.

Zhu'er hurriedly went over to the other maids to ask for pen and ink.

Tang Jiasong's eyes were still looking at the weak girl in front of him, and said with a smile: "Miss Qin, this poem is ......"

"Brother-in-law, what about yours?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Weimo suddenly looked at Luo Qingzhou beside him.

As soon as these words came out, not only Tang Jiasong was stunned, but Song Ruyue also immediately pricked up her ears, but her eyes were still looking away.

Luo Qingzhou was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said, "Second Miss, I ......"

"Brother-in-law......"

Qin Weimo shouted softly again, her willow eyebrows frowned, her mouth pursed slightly, and there was a hint of pleading in her eyes when she looked at him, and there was even a hint of coquettishness.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and understood.

She didn't want to have any more entanglements with the Tang Gongzi in front of her, so she wanted him to make a move, so that the other party didn't have any chance to perform?

"Madam, here comes the pen and ink."

At this time, Zhu'er brought a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Tang Jiasong pulled his long sleeves and was about to step forward, but Song Ruyue suddenly turned around and said coldly: "Luo Qingzhou, I saw Tang Gongzi talking to you just now, you disdained it, just now Tang Gongzi said that he came up with a poem, and you sneered even more." It seems that you look down on this Tang Gongzi, yes and no? ”

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face was slightly gloomy.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, and when he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly snorted coldly: "Zhu'er, Yanmo, give the pen to this proud and arrogant guy who looks down on Tang Gongzi, and let him compose a song." If he does it, whether it be good or bad, I will not blame him for his rudeness. If he can't do it, hehe, he won't have to get off the boat tonight. “

Qin Weimo frowned and looked at the flowery oiran on the stage.

That Oiran is supposed to spend the night on the ship tonight, right?

There are other Qinglou women, rich daughters, official ladies, talented women, and noble ladies......

"Uncle, give you a pen."

Zhu'er stuffed the pen into Luo Qingzhou's hand, then picked up the ink block and began to study the ink in the inkstone.

Qin Weimo glanced at the ink block she was holding in her hand, her lips moved, and the two hands on her legs couldn't help but move, as if she wanted to speak, but she didn't dare to speak in the end.

Luo Qingzhou held the pen, feeling the hostility from the Tang Gongzi next to him, glanced at Miss Qin Er again, clenched the pen in his hand, and did not hesitate any longer.

At this time.

There have been many talented women who have finished writing, worked hard to write, and then handed in the work.

There are also many people who are still frowning and meditating.

Luo Qingzhou groaned slightly, dipped his pen in ink, and was about to put down the pen to write, when a snow-white hand suddenly stretched out next to him and stopped his pen.

The tip of the pen almost fell on her small and boneless hand.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, opposite to the pair of clear eyes that fluctuated like water.

The girl whispered: "Brother-in-law, you read, I'll write ......"

Luo Qingzhou's eyes showed a trace of doubt, but it was only for a moment, and he suddenly understood.

It wasn't that I heard her.

He didn't know why he had read the girl's mind so quickly.

- He can't be on stage tonight.

Tonight's guests are too complicated.

She's thinking about him.

As for the Tang Gongzi beside him, his words are unfounded.

Besides, I'm afraid this person is more reluctant than anyone else to spread the word.

Luo Qingzhou handed the pen in his hand to the snow-white little hand.

The two fingertips touched.

The girl's little hand trembled slightly, clenched the pen, and lowered her head.

"Ahem."

Song Ruyue's cold warning voice came from the side: "Sneaky again, when I don't exist?" ”

"Brother-in-law, read ......"

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, she held the pen, and said softly.

(End of chapter)