Chapter 107

On the stage.

The courtesan Wuyi began to liven up the atmosphere and prepared to announce the second contest.

When the mother and daughter of the Qin family were thinking about their own things, Tang Jiasong came over with a smile on his face and bowed, saying, "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, the divination operation just now was really exquisite and amazing."

Song Ruyue looked at him with a smile on her face, "It's just so-so, it's a pity that Jiasong didn't take out the poem to compete, otherwise you would definitely beat that guy named Yue Mo."

Tang Jiasong: "..."

At this time, the courtesan on the stage had announced the topic of the second contest.

"Today is a bright moon, a beautiful day, and this second contest will be based on the topic of the moon. There is no limit to the poems. You have to work hard for one stick of incense."

"The topic is the moon?"

When Tang Jiasong heard this, his eyes lit up and he was secretly happy.

He just happened to get a poem at home a few days ago, which happened to be about the bright moon. After polishing it for a few days, it is definitely a rare masterpiece.

The opportunity has come!

He showed a stiff smile on his face, bowed to Song Ruyue again, and said respectfully: "Aunt Song, I missed the first competition, and I don’t want to miss the second competition again. I hope Aunt Song and Miss Qin can help me with some advice when I finish it later."

"Come again?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him and muttered in his heart.

Song Ruyue smiled and said: "Sure, you can do it here later, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready."

After speaking, she looked at someone and her smile disappeared.

Qin Weimo's eyes also looked over.

Luo Qingzhou was silent.

Seeing this, Tang Jiasong felt relieved, raised his lips, and bowed to him, saying, "Brother Qin, I will finish my work later. I hope you can help correct me."

Qin Weimo frowned slightly and wanted to correct his address, but hesitated and said nothing.

Luo Qingzhou didn't want to pay attention to him, but seeing his enthusiasm, he could only say, "I don't understand poetry, sorry."

Tang Jiasong's lips twitched, and he smiled awkwardly and had to withdraw his hand.

Qin Weimo pursed his lips slightly.

Tang Jiasong looked at her with a smile on his face again, and said politely: "Miss Qin, it is not convenient for me to write while standing. I will read it later, and Miss Qin will help write it on paper. Is that okay?"

Qin Weimo frowned and was about to decline, when Song Ruyue beside him said with a smile: "Jiasong, do you have a draft in mind?"

Tang Jiasong smiled and said: "Yes."

Song Ruyue said "Oh" and turned to the little maid standing beside her and said: "Zhu'er, come and grind the ink, he will read it, and let Weimo write."

Zhu'er agreed and walked over to pick up the ink block.

When Tang Jiasong heard this, his smile became brighter, his Adam's apple moved, and he hurried over, ready to get close to Miss Qin Er to read the poem.

As a result, before he got close, with a "bang", he suddenly bumped into the arms of a figure.

Looking up, his smile froze.

Luo Qingzhou stood between him and Miss Qin Er, but his eyes were looking at the stage in the distance, as if he didn't see him.

Tang Jiasong's face darkened slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly shouted coldly: "How dare you look! I'll gouge out your eyes if you look again! Is that brothel girl so pretty? She seduced your soul, right? I asked you to come and recite poetry, didn't you hear it?"

Tang Jiasong was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly reacted, and the muscles on his face twitched.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, turned sideways, and looked at the mother-in-law.

The two looked at each other.

Song Ruyue glared: "Who do you think I'm talking about?"

Qin Weimo secretly stretched out her slender jade fingers from below, tugged at his clothes, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, recite quickly..."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Did he say he was going to do it?

But when he lowered his head and looked at the girl's touching and pitiful pleading eyes, his heart couldn't help but soften again.

Hey, I owe you...

Good things should be done to the end, and we should send Buddha to the west.

Luo Qingzhou sighed softly, moved closer, and lowered his head.

Qin Weimo saw this, lowered his head, and whispered: "Brother-in-law is really pregnant... or mother understands brother-in-law..."

Song Ruyue frowned on the side, always feeling that this sentence was a bit strange.

She didn't think about it anymore, and suddenly smiled at Tang Jiasong, who had a stiff face, and said: "Jiasong, wait a moment, let Weimo write a poem first, you help guide and correct it, and then you can write it."

Tang Jiasong squeezed a smile on his face, arched his hands, and said nothing.

"Brother-in-law, you can read it..."

Qin Weimo held the pen in his hand, with thick eyelashes hanging down, and said softly.

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment, and decided to do something more powerful this time, so that the guy would never dare to pester and show off again.

He lowered his head and moved closer, sniffing the faint fragrance of the girl. He glanced at the girl's beautiful and slightly red face, then looked at her delicate hands, and whispered: "Ci Pai, Water Melody Song Head..."

The girl put down her pen.

"When will the bright moon appear? I ask the blue sky with wine."

"I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky."

The girl's pen trembled, then she tightened it and continued to write.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon has waxing and waning. This has always been difficult to achieve."

"I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart."

Luo Qingzhou finished reading in one breath.

The girl shook her hands lightly, and the pen and ink outlined, and the beautiful small characters soon covered the snow-white rice paper.

After finishing writing, she suddenly couldn't help but look up at him with complicated eyes, and whispered softly: "Brother-in-law... you shouldn't marry into the family..."

"Ahem!"

The sound of coughing from beside her brought her back to reality.

The girl lowered her head and looked at the pen and ink on the paper. She looked dazed for a moment and then wrote the inscription: Luo Mo.

Song Ruyue, who was peeking at the side, immediately said, "Ahem!"

The girl put away her pen, carefully picked up the rice paper on the table, and couldn't help but read it over again, with a complicated expression on her face, and murmured: "This kind of poetry, how can a mortal be able to do it..."

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Ruyue could only remind her anxiously: "The name was written wrong."

The girl turned to look at her, with a hint of stubbornness in her soft eyes, and said softly: "Mother, Wei Mo wants to write this name for this song, is it okay?"

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, her eyes suddenly became gentle, she turned away and looked out the window: "Whatever you want."

The girl whispered: "Thank you, mother."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at the words in her hand reluctantly, hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen again, and copied it on another piece of rice paper.

Not a word changed.

Then, she picked up the second piece of rice paper, handed it to Zhu'er next to her, and said, "Zhu'er, send it up."

Zhu'er took it and was about to take it away when Tang Jiasong beside him quickly said, "Miss Qin, can I take a look?"

Only then did Qin Weimo think of him. He hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn't bear it, but he still nodded and said, "Well, Mr. Tang, please take a look."

Song Ruyue turned her head, looking gloating.

Tang Jiasong took the rice paper from Zhu'er's hand, lowered his head and looked at it intently.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

After just reading the first few sentences, his heart was shaken and his hands began to tremble.

After reading the entire poem, his hand holding the rice paper was already shaking, his face turned slightly pale, and he looked lost.

He was stunned for a moment and said nothing. He handed the rice paper to Zhu'er, bowed deeply to everyone with his hands raised, and then turned and left without saying a word.

Never came again.

Song Ruyue curled her lips with a look of disdain and boredom.

Zhu Er took the work and left.

Song Ruyue hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Weimo, I'm going to tell Aunt Zhang and the others that it's getting late and we should go back."

Qin Weimo glanced at her and nodded gently.

It turns out that my mother is also thinking about her brother-in-law.

As soon as the lyrics came out, it is estimated that those people backstage would come out immediately and look for the lyricist one by one. Then there would be trouble.

Song Ruyue was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at the two of them and immediately said to Luo Qingzhou with a straight face: "You come with me. If you two are alone together, I don't know what I will do again." What an immoral thing!"

Qin Weimo's face turned red.

Luo Qingzhou was speechless and had no choice but to follow behind.

Qin Weimo looked at his back, thinking about what he just said, and was in a daze.

Qiu'er stood aside and was about to speak when a figure suddenly came over.

Song Ruyue came to the table of the ladies and was about to say goodbye when she was forced to sit there.

"Ruyue, why are you going back so early? The second competition is not over yet. My nephew also participated. Let's take a look at his later. He must be on the list."

"By the way, Ruyue, how is that Tang family scholar? How are you and Weimo doing?"

"Has Wei Mo taken a liking to him? I think he's a very talented person and treats people well. He's a good son-in-law."

Several ladies were chattering and asking questions non-stop.

Song Ruyue was perfunctory for a while, but seeing that she couldn't leave early, she had no choice but to say to Luo Qingzhou, who was standing next to her: "You go to Weimo's place first, and Qiuer and Qiu'er take care of Weimo. I'll be there later."

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and retreated.

But when he came to his seat, he suddenly found that Miss Qin Er was no longer there.

Qiu'er was still standing nearby.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where is the second young lady?"

Qiu'er replied: "I was just called away by Miss Song. Miss Song said she had something to say to the second young lady. I wanted to follow you, but Miss Song refused and said she would take good care of the young lady."

Luo Qingzhou frowned: "Miss Song? Song Zixi?"

Qiu'er nodded.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at the crowd. He did not see their figures, but he saw the girls who were upstairs just now.

When they were upstairs, Song Zixi had been staying with those few people.

How could she talk to Miss Qin Er alone at this time? And also while he and his mother-in-law were away?

Even if you want to whisper, there is an empty seat in the corner of the hall.

"Qiu'er, have you seen where Miss Song went with the second young lady?"

Luo Qingzhou suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart and asked quickly.

Qiu'er looked at the stairs not far away and said, "Miss Song is supporting the second young lady, as if she is going upstairs."

Luo Qingzhou's heart trembled and he said, "You wait here. If my wife comes back, leave her here and don't go anywhere."

Qiu'er was stunned, but before she could respond, Luo Qingzhou had already left in a hurry and quickly went upstairs.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he suddenly saw Song Zixi, wearing a blue dress, walking hurriedly out of the front cabin room alone.

When she saw him, Song Zixi ran over quickly and said with an anxious look on her face: "Master Luo! Quick, go and see Wei Mo! She just suddenly fainted in the room, she seems to be sick..."

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