Chapter 51

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The maid was out of breath, and then she saw Qin Weimo, and hurriedly said: "Second Miss... Second Miss..."

Qin Weimo frowned slightly: "Brother-in-law is sick, resting in the room, and can't go out tonight."

The maid immediately said with a bitter face: "Second Miss, but...but the lady..."

Qin Weimo looked into the room from the window again, and said softly: "It's okay, I'll go and tell my mother."

The group left the courtyard.

The little maid named Mei'er had to follow them out.

Xiaodie closed the courtyard door, walked to the window and looked into the room, then returned to her room and continued to sit on the bed embroidering.

Qin Weimo, supported by Zhu'er and Qiu'er, entered the Yueye Tingyu Garden.

A maid held an umbrella in front to block the wind, and a few older maids gathered behind, like a princess on a trip.

But the whole team was unusually quiet.

The willows by the lake were hung with bright colored lights. The evening breeze blew, the lake was shimmering, the lotus flowers were dancing, and the scenery was beautiful.

Qin Weimo looked at her softly, and her beautiful face with elegant features and picturesque features showed a slightly drunken look.

The body wrapped in a snow-white fur coat was like a willow branch blown by the evening breeze, slender and delicate, and fragile.

"Miss, the wind is strong on the lake, so we should not get on the boat later."

Zhu'er, who was supporting her, persuaded her worriedly.

Qiu'er on the other side also whispered, "Yes, Miss, let's take a walk by the lake, and the lady will accompany the guests."

Qin Weimo was silent for a while, and said softly, "Well."

The two maids looked at each other and were secretly surprised. Why was the young lady so obedient tonight?

Then the two of them had another thought: Could it be that the son-in-law was not feeling well, so the young lady was not in the mood?

Not long after.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the round gate with lanterns hanging on it.

Then, a group of maids and servants surrounded several graceful ladies and entered the garden, talking and laughing.

As the host, Song Ruyue naturally walked in the middle.

On that beautiful young face, there was a charming smile, but it looked very fake.

And the young women beside her also had bright smiles on their faces, but what they said was sarcastic.

In the seemingly harmonious and joyful atmosphere, there was a hint of swords and swords.

Women, when they have nothing to do, like to chat and compare, and satisfy their mouths.

Qin Weimo stepped forward and bowed, and greeted the young ladies politely.

"Hey, isn't this Wei Mo? With your body, how can you run around? It's windy tonight, you should stay in the house. We have your mother to accompany you."

"Tsk tsk, Wei Mo's face and figure are getting more and more charming. She looks much more beautiful than your mother."

"I heard that Wei Mo is proficient in poetry, songs, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even my Qingwan praised your masterpieces."

Although several noble ladies spoke sarcastically to Song Ruyue, they were particularly fond of the weak and gentle girl in front of them, or sympathized with her, and their attitudes were very good.

At this time, a girl in a light blue dress walked out from behind a noble lady and said with a smile: "Sister Wei Mo, long time no see. The last time I came to your house, I was with Sister Meng, and it has been several months."

The girl looked gentle and light. Her name was Su Qingwan. She was a famous talented woman in Mocheng.

She usually behaves in an unconventional way, often shows up in public, attends various poetry and singing competitions, competes with men, and bullies many talented scholars in Mo City.

Qin Weimo smiled and said, "Sister Su wrote the poem "Forget Spring" in Yuanyang Tower a few days ago, which is being recited everywhere in Mo City."

Su Qingwan smiled and said, "Not worth mentioning."

Then his eyes flashed, looked behind her and at the lakeside, and asked, "Sister Weimo, where is your brother-in-law who married into the family? Did he really write the poem "The white snow dislikes the late spring, so it penetrates the trees in the courtyard and becomes flying flowers" and the poem "The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of faces"?"

Before Qin Weimo answered, Song Ruyue said, "Of course it was written by that boy, how could it be false?"

Then a hint of pride appeared on his face: "The poem "The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of faces" was written in front of me."

He added proudly in his heart: That boy wrote it while watching me, if I wasn't as beautiful as a flower, could he have done it?

The woman next to her immediately said with a strange smile: "Ruyue, where is that boy? Why hasn't he come yet? He is just a boy who married into the family. Why is he so arrogant and wants us to wait?"

Song Ruyue's smile faded, and she looked at the little maid who had just gone to catch the man, and asked: "Mei'er, where is that boy?"

Mei'er lowered her head, her face pale.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, my brother-in-law is sick and is resting in the house. I didn't let Mei'er disturb him."

As soon as these words came out, several women looked at each other and began to discuss in a weird way.

"Ruyue, that's not what you said before. You said that guy would definitely come tonight."

"Yes, Ruyue, you were just bragging about that guy. Did he really write those poems? If it was true, why didn't he get sick earlier or later, but got sick when we came? You, don't be fooled by that guy. Maybe he copied those poems from somewhere else."

"That's right, he didn't get sick earlier or later. This is too coincidental."

Song Ruyue looked ugly, glared at her daughter, and said with a cold face: "I know whether it was copied or not, so I won't bother you. When the kid recovers, it won't be too late for you to come and check it out." I, Song Ruyue, never lie when I speak, unlike some people."

"Hoho, Ruyue, don't be angry. Everyone is worried that you mother and daughter will be deceived. Those poems are indeed extraordinary and cannot be produced by ordinary people, so everyone is suspicious and wants to meet your son-in-law. . Since he is sick today, let’s go and get on the boat.”

A woman saw that she seemed angry and quickly tried to persuade her with a smile.

Although the other women stopped talking, their faces were full of sarcasm, and they were secretly gloating in their hearts.

Song Ruyue snorted, said nothing more, and took the lead to walk towards the lakeside. She was secretly annoyed and said in her heart: That brat made me lose face today, how disgusting it is! When he recovers, I will whip him with a whip and compose poems for me! At least a hundred songs! Otherwise, beat his ass to pieces!

A group of maids and women followed several ladies to the lakeside, and carefully got on the boat.

The boat was well prepared today, and there were several servants with excellent water skills escorting it.

"Hey, Qingwan, why are you standing there stupidly? Come up quickly."

A lady was sitting on the boat, looking at the girl on the shore with confusion.

Su Qingwan said softly: "Aunt, you go and play. Sister Weimo and I haven't seen each other for a long time and I want to talk to her."

The lady glanced at Qin Weimo and reminded: "Weimo is not in good health, please don't disturb her. If you want to talk, go back to the house and talk. It's windy outside."

Su Qingwan nodded and said, "I know, aunt, just feel free to go and play."

After all the boats slowly left the shore, Su Qingwan looked at the weak girl beside her and suddenly smiled: "Sister Weimo, I want to ask you something."

Qin Weimo was slightly startled: "Sister Su, please tell me."

Su Qingwan glanced at the ladies on the boat who were still discussing the bride-in-law, and said with a smile: "I want to visit your brother-in-law now, is that okay?"

Qin Weimo was stunned and explained softly: "Sister Su, my brother-in-law is really sick. He..."

"It's okay, I'll just go take a look."

Su Qingwan held her arm and said with a smile on her face: "Don't worry, I'm right outside the house. If he's awake, I'll say a few words to him; if he's asleep, I'll just take a look. You know, I have loved poetry since I was a child. Those poems written by your brother-in-law First of all, you are the best. My aunt and others will be suspicious, but I will not, because I know your character and you will not lie, so I am very curious about what kind of person your brother-in-law is. Let me go and visit, okay?"

Qin Weimo wondered: "Sister Su, it's getting late now, I'm afraid it's not convenient."

She doesn't care.

She and her brother-in-law are part of the same family. When his brother-in-law is sick, it is natural and natural for her to visit her brother-in-law at night.

But the girl in front of him was an outsider, and she didn't know her brother-in-law.

It was unreasonable for her to take her there so late.

Su Qingwan couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Weimo, I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of? I've always been like this. Everyone knows who I am. As long as I encounter good poems, no matter day or night, as long as I have time, I will go there to communicate. . I came here specifically for your brother-in-law. If you don’t let me see him, I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight.”

Qin Weimo was still embarrassed: "But..."

"Sister Weimo, if you can't stand it, then take me to your sister and I'll tell her personally. I am an aboveboard, innocent person, and I am not afraid of any gossip."

Qin Weimo could only sigh secretly in his heart when he heard what she said.

She knew that even if she went to her sister, the result would be the same.

Her sister wouldn't care about that boy.

Even though he was sick, he didn't even look at him.

at the same time.

inside the house.

Luo Qingzhou had already gotten up from the bed and was sitting at the desk looking for a book to read.

The sun and moon bronze mirror was placed on the desk again, with the side engraved with the moon facing the moonlight spilling in from the window. The mirror surface was hazy, dark and gloomy.

He rummaged on the bookshelf for a while and suddenly found another good book.

One of the passages made his heart move.

"Reborn, there is a body outside the body. When it gathers, it takes shape, and when it disperses, it becomes Qi. This is the Yang God. A thought clears the spirit, and the soul consciousness is not dispersed. It is like a dream or a shadow. It is similar to a ghost. This is the Yin God..."

Not long after, there was a slight knock on the door suddenly.

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