My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 53 Show off in the attic

  The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.

  There were many maids and nurses standing in the small courtyard, and there were people standing in the room, but when the lark flew in, there was no sound.

  Bai Ling looked at the yard, and then at the house through the open window, froze in place.

   Everyone is embarrassed.

   including her.

  At this time, my sister-in-law was standing so close to her brother-in-law in her room, and she was holding an ink stick in her hand, obviously just finishing ink for her brother-in-law...

  The maids and nurses blushed with guilt.

   After all, the girl in front of me is none other than the lady's personal maid.

   And the young man in the room is the young lady’s newly married husband, but at this time, their young lady...

  Braun was also embarrassed.

  If there was anyone else in the room, she would have gone up to question and reprimanded her, and even called Xia Chan to come over, but the person in the room was Second Miss...

   She would rather not see.

   There was a moment of silence.

  Qin Weimo put down the ink stick in his hand, lowered his head slightly to the young man in front of him, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, sorry to bother you, you have a good rest, Weimo bids farewell..."

  Luo Qingzhou looked away, looked at her, and nodded.

  Qin Weimo walked out with the support of Zhu'er and Qiu'er.

  Just out of the house, he was blown by the wind and coughed again.

  The maid at the door hastily held up an umbrella to block the wind for her.

  Qin Weimo slowly removed the Yuebai handkerchief covering his mouth.

  The handkerchief was stained with bright red blood.

   Qiu'er next to her saw it, her expression changed immediately, and she said in a trembling voice: "Nurse, Miss is coughing up blood again..."

   The nuns on the side panicked immediately, and hurriedly urged: "Go, go, help Miss go back, and call Dr. Sun!"

   A group of people surrounded the weak girl and hurried out of the courtyard.

  When passing by Bai Ling, Qin Weimo gave her a timid glance, as if she wanted to speak, but was hurriedly taken away by the maid.

  The small courtyard quickly became quiet.

  Bai Ling frowned, looked away from the door, and looked into the room.

  Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, also looking at her.

   Xiaodie stood behind him, with her head down, like a child who has done something wrong and is facing her parents, feeling guilty.

   "Uncle, you are really brave."

  Braun looked at him from the window with a complicated expression.

  Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "I have not done anything wrong to Miss Eldest, nor have I done anything wrong to Miss Second."

  Bai Ling was silent for a while, and his tone slowed down: "Is my uncle feeling better?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "It's much better, thank you Miss Bailing for your concern."

  Braun nodded slightly, turned around, and prepared to leave.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head to look at him again. Two shallow dimples appeared on his delicate cheeks under the moonlight, and he said softly, "My lord, you may have misunderstood me. I didn't mean to blame you just now. Second Miss Whatever you like, my uncle can just follow her, and the eldest lady also means the same."

   After finishing speaking, he left the small courtyard and disappeared into the night outside the door.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window in a daze for a while, then Fang turned around and said to Xiaodie: "In the future, when Qiu'er and Zhu'er ask me, just say that I'm busy and I'm studying in the room, and I don't want to be disturbed by anyone. Yet?"

  Xiao Die froze for a moment, then nodded: "Understood, young master."

   Immediately, he couldn't help but asked: "Young master, you don't want to see the second lady anymore, do you?"

  Luo Qingzhou did not answer, sat down at the desk, opened the book, but looked at the ink that was gradually congealing in the inkstone, and the ink block that was just held by the plain hand.

   After a long silence, Fang said two words: "Trouble."

  Xiaodie didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she went out of the room and closed the door for him.

  Luo Qingzhou calmed down and continued to read.

"Practitioners do not realize the Dao at the beginning, but want to achieve it quickly. The shape is like a withered tree, the heart is like dead ashes, the spiritual consciousness is kept inside, and the will is never scattered. The yin spirit is the ghost of the pure spirit, not the pure yang. He is a fairy. Because of his ambition, he is not scattered, so he is called a ghost fairy. Although he is called a fairy, he is actually a ghost..."

   "Ghost fairy?"

  Luo Qingzhou murmured this word secretly in his heart, Yinhun is successful in cultivation, and can become a fairy without a physical body?

   But according to the book, such a fairy is still a ghost after all, and it is difficult to get on the road.

  After ghosts and immortals, what else can they cultivate?

  He continued to look, only to find that on the next page was another story.

  The records in this book are intermittent, vague, and seemingly true or false. Most of them are passed down from ancient times, or guessed and fabricated based on certain stories.

  Most of them are not true.

  Luo Qingzhou naturally wouldn't believe it all.

  He opened another book.

  A lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is bright.

  In the small courtyard, there was no sound.

   Listening to Yuyuan on a moonlit night.

  The lakeside is still full of lanterns.

  In the middle of the lake, above the elegant attic, lights were also lit.

  At this time, Song Ruyue had already taken the ladies, maids and nuns to the attic, and sat at the table by the railing on the top floor, eating sunflower seed snacks, admiring the moon, chatting, and showing off.

  The young women were chatting, and they talked about Song Ruyue's married son-in-law.

"Ruyue, it's not that I'm a big sister who talks too much. That's the **** that the Chengguo Mansion doesn't want. I heard that it might not be the son of Luo Yannian. He was thrown to you like garbage, but you are a treasure. How can you get married? His son-in-law is so unruly, he won’t come when you call him.”

"That's right, like the moon, look at that son-in-law of Zhou's mansion, he gets up every day before dawn and stands bowed and bowed his head outside Zhou Lan's courtyard, waiting to say hello, and going there again every night. He works like a cow or a horse every day, what kind of dirty work Doing all the hard work, being diligent, sensible, and obedient. It’s like your son-in-law, who eats and drinks for offerings all day long, and stays in the room to study, and he doesn’t know what he can read.”

   "As for the poems you mentioned, do you think he really made them? I think they were prepared in advance and specially used to deceive you. They are almost inseparable."

   "Ruyue, don't you really expect that kid to give you a Juren examination? If he really has that ability, Cheng Guofu will be willing to marry him?"

   Several women were just compared to her young, beautiful skin and good figure, and they were very upset, so they could only take this hapless married son-in-law again.

  Song Ruyue listened to their sarcasm, her face immediately sank, she lowered her head and ate melon seeds, but did not answer.

  The women pretended not to see her face, and laughed and sneered a few more words.

  A woman recited those poems with a strange smile, which made several people laugh.

Song Ruyue was ashamed and annoyed, and she had nowhere to vent her anger. Seeing their talking again, she turned her head and shouted to Meier next to her: "From tomorrow on, let that kid go to my back garden to plant flowers for me! Stay indoors and study all day , what is the use? My Qin family does not support useless people!"

  Meier lowered her head, and agreed apprehensively.

   Seeing her getting angry, the women looked at each other, and were about to stop with a few more teasing words. At this moment, a maid suddenly went upstairs and reported: "Madam, Miss Qingwan is here."

  One of the noble ladies said strangely: "Didn't that girl go to talk to Wei Mo, why did she come here again?"

   Not long after, Su Qingwan went upstairs panting, with an excited expression on her face, and two pieces of rice paper in her hand.

   "Qingwan, what is so happy about?"

   "Look at your blushing face, did you come running up? Did you write a new poem?"

   "Hey, our talented women from Mocheng have released a new work. I guess those talented scholars who will be introduced tomorrow will be ashamed."

  Several noble ladies saw the rice paper she was holding, and they all laughed and teased.

  Su Qingwan stood in front of several noble ladies, panted for a while, then handed the rice paper in her hand to one of the women, her face was full of excitement, and panting: "Aunt... Aunt, look..."

  The noble lady was born in a scholarly family, and she also studied since she was a child. She is quite talented. Hearing this, she took the rice paper with a smile and looked at the first one first.

   On the first piece of paper was written a seven-character quatrain.

  She thought it was made by her niece, so she read it directly with a smile: "Mei Xue competed for the spring but refused to come down, and the scholar gave up the pen fee to review the chapter. Mei Xu is three points whiter than Xue Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Yi Duan Xiang."

   When she read the last sentence, the smile on her face froze.

  The other ladies were stunned after hearing this, but one of them immediately snatched it away and said, "Let me see."

   Immediately, I couldn't help but read it again.

   "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

   "Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Yi Duan Xiang... This sentence is really exquisite! Qing Wan, you really deserve to be my first talented woman in Mocheng, and you deserve your name!"

  The other ladies all praised her.

  Su Qingwan's aunt smiled brightly, with a smug look on her face, she looked at Song Ruyue beside her and said with a smile, "Ah Ruyue, my Qingwan's poems are better than your son-in-law's..."

   "Auntie! I didn't do this!"

  Before she finished speaking, Su Qingwan panted immediately: "Yes...it was written by Mr. Luo! These two poems were written by Mr. Luo just now..."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone was taken aback.

   "Mr. Luo? Who is Mr. Luo?"

   her aunt asked in surprise.

  At this time, after Song Ruyue was stunned for a few seconds, her heart suddenly trembled, she became excited, and her delicate face turned crimson because of the excitement.

   Sure enough, the next second, she heard a familiar name!

   "Luo Qingzhou, Wei Mo's brother-in-law, is the son-in-law you just discussed."

  Su Qingwan took a cup of tea from the table, drank a few sips and said.

  In the attic, there was a sudden silence.

  Song Ruyue's face was flushed with excitement at this time, with an extremely bright and exaggerated smile on her face, she said quickly: "Next song! Isn't there another song? Read it quickly, read it quickly!"

  The woman came to her senses, looked at the rice paper in her hand, scanned it first, and suddenly her face changed, her pupils shone, and her eyes were fixed on the following sentences.

   "Xiangmei, read it quickly!"

   A lady next to him urged.

The woman took a deep breath, her eyes were complicated, and she read slowly: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It's already dusk and worrying alone, with wind and rain. I don't want to fight for spring. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."

  The entire attic gradually fell silent.

   All I could hear was Su Qingwan's still panting...

  (end of this chapter)