Chapter 343

Xiaodie immediately went to open the door.

The door opens.

Tang Yan'er stood at the door and said with a smile on her face: "Did Mr. Luo take a rest?"

Song Ruyue stood up immediately, with a look of vigilance on her face.

Luo Qingzhou walked to the door, cupped his hands and said, "Miss Tang, is something wrong?"

Tang Yan'er smiled and said, "Is it convenient for the little lady to go in?"

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside and said, "Please."

Tang Yan'er entered the room and saw the young lady standing in the room. She was stunned for a moment, and her face quickly returned to its original state. Everyone is full of praise.”

Luo Qingzhou didn't ask who the "Moon Painting" girl was, he just said politely and modestly.

Tang Yan'er glanced at him, then smiled and said, "Everyone is having fun down there, why don't Mr. Luo go down?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I've been traveling for days and I'm really tired, so I won't go on."

Seeing this, Tang Yan'er couldn't force it, and said with a smile: "The second question just came out, with the bright moon as the title. Can Mr. Luo try to compose one again, just to cheer up the little girl?"

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment after hearing the words, and said: "The title is the bright moon? This is not easy to do. Miss Tang, I may not be able to do it for a while. Otherwise, stay here and think about it all night, and then give the girl an answer tomorrow. May I?"

Tang Yan'er's eyes moved and she smiled: "Of course."

After a pause, she said with a smile on her face: "Mr. Luo, I only know that you are from the Qin family, but you don't know who your lady is? Can I say hello to you?"

Just when Luo Qingzhou didn't know how to answer, Song Ruyue suddenly said: "His wife is in Kyoto now, not here."

Tang Yan'er looked astonished and said politely: "You are..."

Song Ruyue said: "I am his mother-in-law."

Tang Yan'er quickly saluted and asked, "When Mr. Luo came up just now, I saw another woman wearing a veil. Who is that woman..."

Song Ruyue was a little impatient, but she thought it was someone else's boat and it was hard to lose her temper, so she could only say patiently, "That's my eldest daughter."

Tang Yan'er seemed to feel a little embarrassed and said: "Auntie, don't blame the little girl for being nagging. I just heard that Miss Qin, the most talented girl in Mo City, is from your family, so I wanted to ask. Who is Miss Qin? Which of your daughters is she not here?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes when she heard this and said, "She is my second daughter, and she is in Kyoto now."

Tang Yan'er suddenly said happily: "Are you in Kyoto? Then when I go back this time, can the little lady visit your daughter?"

Song Ruyue showed a false smile on her face and said, "Of course."

Seeing this, Tang Yan'er stopped asking any more and said, "Thank you Auntie, I won't disturb you little lady."

She just suddenly remembered.

It is said that Miss Qin, the most talented woman in Mocheng, has been sick and in poor health since she was a child, and needs the help of a maid to even walk. If this is true, then the woman who just boarded the ship is indeed not Miss Qin.

And there was no need for this aunt of the Qin family to lie to her.

Tang Yan'er went downstairs and returned to the backstage room.

Hua Yue had read all the poems and was waiting. When he saw her coming in, he stood up quickly and said, "Yan'er, how's it going?"

Tang Yan'er shook her head and said, "Then Miss Qin shouldn't be here."

As he spoke, he recounted the conversation he had just had and what he had guessed in his mind.

After hearing this, Huayue was a little disappointed and said, "I've also heard that Miss Qin's body is so weak that she can't even be blown by the wind."

Tang Yan'er smiled and said, "But she is in Kyoto. We will definitely have a chance to see her when we go back this time."

Hua Yue nodded and said, "In that case, that little poem just now was written by Mr. Luo. Yan'er, with the bright moon as the title, is he composing it? I'd like to see it."

Tang Yan'er shrugged and said, "Master Luo said he can't do it right now, so he will give me an answer tomorrow."

Hearing this, Hua Yue smiled bitterly and said, "That's right. The song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" about the bright moon came from Mo City. It is estimated that the talented people in Mo City will be ashamed to write poems about the bright moon in the future. 」

At this time, the maid came in with a stack of rice paper and said, "Miss, some of the gentlemen have already finished, so I will collect them first."

Seeing this, Tang Yan'er didn't bother him anymore, and withdrew, saying, "I'm going to see if Mr. Bai has done it."

Huayue nodded, took the rice paper from the maid's hand, lowered her head and read it carefully.

Upstairs, in the room.

Song Ruyue was questioning Luo Qingzhou: "How did she know that Wei Mo is from our family?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Kong Zhe has been to the mansion and guessed it."

When Song Ruyue heard him mention the bad friends below, she remembered the topic she heard them talking about before, and immediately said with a stern face: "Don't make random friends outside in the future. Those people are not good people at first glance. Don't take you with them." broken."

Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "Yes, mother-in-law."

Song Ruyue endured it, but finally couldn't hold it back and said: "I heard that there are brothels everywhere in Kyoto, Qingzhou, will you go there in the future?"

Luo Qingzhou said firmly: "No."

Song Ruyue glanced at him and said sincerely: "When I go to Kyoto, I will marry Wei Mo and treat Wei Mo well. I usually study hard at home and prepare for next spring. If you pass the Jinshi examination then, then you can You are worthy of your mother. Your mother worked hard to raise you alone and tried every means to provide for your education. You cannot live up to her expectations."

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and lowered his head and said, "Mother-in-law's teachings, Qingzhou will definitely keep them in mind."

Seeing that he had a good attitude, Song Ruyue was very satisfied and said in a slow tone: "As long as you strive for your best, our Qin family will be proud of you. Whatever you want, my mother-in-law will satisfy you. Kyoto is prosperous and there are many temptations. If you want Stick to your heart, don't let yourself be blinded and fall for it. Wei Mo has done so much for you, I hope you won't let her down."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Don't worry, mother-in-law, Qingzhou will definitely not let down the second young lady."

Song Ruyue nodded, fearing that he would be offended if she continued rambling, so she changed the subject and said, "Why didn't you write a poem just now? Did you not think of it, or did you just not want to pay attention to her?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I don't want to pay attention to her."

Song Ruyue had a smile on her face and said without saying more, "Okay, let's go to bed and rest."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, then at Xiaodie next to him, and then at the bed, with a hint of discomfort on his face.

Song Ruyue sat on the chair and said, "Don't worry about me, you can just sleep. I'm not sleepy at all. I'm going to read all night tonight."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and yawned twice.

Luo Qingzhou and Xiaodie both looked away to avoid her embarrassment.

"Xiaodie, you should go to bed and rest. I'm not too sleepy."

Luo Qingzhou said something, sat down in front of the window and picked up the book next to him.

Xiaodie saw the two of them sitting there, and she was the only servant. How dare she go to bed to rest alone, so she could only say, "Master, this servant... is not sleepy either."

Song Ruyue glanced at the two of them, yawned again, and thought to herself: This is not the solution. They will definitely be embarrassed to go to bed if she is sitting here.

Moreover, she was also sleepy.

"Forget it, I'm going back to my room, you can rest."

Song Ruyue thought for a moment, stood up, opened the door and walked out, then opened the door next door.

in the room.

Qin Jianjia was sitting in front of the window reading a book.

Xia Chan held her sword and stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, motionless.

Bai Ling was sitting on the bed, tinkering with a sachet.

Song Ruyue walked to the bed and said, "Bailing, you look in good spirits. Are you sleepy?"

Bai Ling raised his head, revealing two shallow dimples on his face, and said with a smile: "Madam, I'm not drowsy, I'm in good spirits."

Song Ruyue said with a smile on her face: "That's great, go over and watch that kid for me."

When Bai Ling heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Madam, I...I..."

"What? Are you afraid of that boy?"

Song Ruyue said doubtfully.

Bai Ling immediately said: "Talent, talent doesn't exist."

Song Ruyue glanced at Xia Chan by the wall and said, "If you don't want to, you can let Chan'er go. But Chan'er didn't rest during the day, I'm afraid her body won't be able to bear it."

Bai Ling coyly didn't say not to go, nor did he say to go.

Song Ruyue yawned a few more times, walked to the bed and said, "Which of you can go, I'm going to sleep first. Anyway, remember to keep an eye on him. Those women below are all vixens, so don't seduce that boy away." .

After that, he went to bed and fell asleep quickly.

Bai Ling stood in the room for a while, looked at the wall and said, "Chanchan..."

Xia Chan turned away and ignored her.

Bai Ling pouted and said, "My uncle is not mine anyway. If he runs away, I won't be the one who is sad, huh."

It's quiet at night.

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The banquet in the hall downstairs ended at some unknown time.

After having had enough wine and food, the scholars all went back to their rooms to rest.

The entire cruise ship fell silent.

Early in the morning.

Luo Qingzhou tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After thinking for a while, his soul left his body.

After passing through the roof, he stood on the top of the cruise ship and looked at the river in the night for a while. Then he took out the messenger slip and sent a message to Sister Yue.

[Sister Yue, what are you doing? Are you still practicing in Yuanyang Tower? I was on the way to Kyoto and couldn’t sleep]

After a while, the message party replied.

【Reading】

Luo Qingzhou: [What book are you reading? Sister Yue, I’m not bragging, you just need to read the first two paragraphs on the first page and I will know what book it is]

Sister Yue: 【☫☬♙♜♖♞♘♛₪ிღ】

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, what did you post? 】

Sister Yue: [Alien text]

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight. How about the moonlight in Mocheng, okay? 】

Sister Yue did not reply.

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, haven’t you finished translating the remaining ancient monster texts I gave you last time? 】

Sister Yue: [No]

Luo Qingzhou: [Oh, sister Yue, do you want to hear a story? Sutras can also be used. 】

Sister Yue: [Not used for the time being]

Luo Qingzhou: [Oh, Sister Yue, you said Xiaoyue went to Kyoto, will I meet her then? I always feel that she has evil intentions towards me. Is she a good person? 】

Sister Yue did not reply.

Luo Qingzhou waited for a while and then said again: "Sister Yue, I am taking a cruise tonight. There is a poetry party on the cruise ship. The owner invited me to write a poem with the theme of the bright moon." When I heard this topic, I suddenly thought of you, Sister Yue. In fact, I have already made it in my mind, I just don’t want others to see it first. Sister Yue, do you want to see it? 】

Sister Yue: [Whatever]

Luo Qingzhou: [This poem is a bit offensive, I’m afraid that if I write it, Sister Yue will be angry]

Sister Yue: [Then there’s no need to write it]

Luo Qingzhou: [But I want to write. Sister Yue, the title is "Drinking alone under the moonlight in Limo City to give to Sister Yue". If I write it, this poem will be circulated, and then Sister Yue may know who I am. Sister Yue, do you want to listen? 】

Sister Yue: [Don’t listen]

Luo Qingzhou: [I read a sentence in a book that when men and women chat, if girls say no, most of them will. Sister Yue, then I will treat it as if you want to listen. Did I write it out? 】

Sister Yue did not reply.

Luo Qingzhou: [A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan. 】

In the room, in front of the desk.

The figure in a snow-white dress lowered her head and looked at the jade in her hand.

When I read the last two sentences, "We make love when we are awake, we are separated when we are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in the future.", there was a dazed look in his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou: [Sister Yue, don’t get me wrong, it’s just a poem, no offense intended. I just think Sister Yue is too cold. She is so close in front of me, but she seems so far away, so similar to the moon. I still don't know if the two of us are friends. Last time I asked Sister Yue, Sister Yue said that our relationship is just to use each other. To be honest, it’s a little sad]

After waiting for a long time, there was no reply.

Luo Qingzhou sent another sentence: [Sister Yue, I just recited this poem silently several times, and suddenly felt that it should not be seen by others, let alone given to others. Therefore, I decided not to let anyone else know except Sister Yue]

[Sister Yue, good night]

After a while.

The message came back: [Good night]

Luo Qingzhou looked up, the night sky was deep and the moon was bright.

Is that moon-white figure still standing on the Yuanyang Tower at this moment, looking at the darkness in the distance, thinking about things that will never be finished?

Who will accompany her in the nights to come?

Will she feel lonely and sad when she stands there alone and coldly, spending every dark night?

Looking at the moon and thinking for a while, he returned to the room and returned to his senses.

the next day.

During the meal, Tang Yan'er came to ask about poetry.

Luo Qingzhou told her that he only wanted to say a few words, but he hadn't thought about it completely yet, and hoped that he could be given a few more days.

After hearing this, Tang Yan'er didn't force herself any further.

Of course, there is no hope.

Because none of the poems titled "Ming Moon" last night could be praised by the moon-painting girl.

Even the song written by Bai Yulou is very ordinary.

Two days later.

The cruise ship finally sailed to the ferry outside Kyoto.

Qin Wenzheng, Qin Chuan, and others had arrived the day before.

We are waiting at the ferry at this time.

In addition to them, Qin Weimo, who got the news, also came from the city under the escort of Nangong Meijiao.

When Qin Wenzheng saw her, she was coughing, and the white handkerchief on her hand was stained red.

Her cheeks became thinner, her face became paler, and her body looked weaker.

Qin Wenzheng was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.

Several people persuaded her to wait in the carriage, but she stubbornly refused to go in. While coughing, she said softly: "I hope that my brother-in-law can see me first when he gets off the boat, and I also want to see him first." he……"

Qin Chuan's tall body stood beside her, holding an umbrella for her to protect her from the wind, sighing secretly in his heart.

Zhuer supported her weak body and looked at her pale face, tears welling up in her eyes.

Late afternoon.

The beautifully decorated cruise ship finally sailed towards the ferry.

On the boat, various guests were packing their things and saying goodbye to the host.

Luo Qingzhou also took Miss Qin and the others downstairs and found Tang Yan'er. He thanked her first, then handed her a piece of paper and said apologetically: "I just finished scribbling that poem today. I didn't want to It's a shame to show off, but since I promised Miss Tang, I can't break my promise. I'll thank Miss Tang for taking care of me all the way. If I get the chance, I'll come and say thank you."

He didn't mention the travel expenses, and if he did, the other party wouldn't ask for them. On the contrary, it would be rude.

Just think of this poem as travel expenses.

Tang Yan'er was busy when she heard this and took the rice paper, handed it to the maid behind her and asked her to take it to the house. Then she smiled and gave him a note with her address in Kyoto written on it.

Because many guests said goodbye to her, she just said a few words and hurried away.

Luo Qingzhou didn't pay attention, and looked towards the pier in the distance. At a glance, he saw the delicate figure in the crowd, wearing a plain white dress, being supported by a maid, standing softly under an umbrella.

There was light in his eyes, and he unconsciously took a step forward.

The snow-white figure next to him glanced at the dock, turned his head slightly and looked at him.

In the wing behind the stage.

Huayue and the maid are packing things.

At this time, a maid knocked on the door and came in. She put a piece of rice paper on the table and said respectfully: "Miss Huayue, Mr. Luo gave this to my lady. He said it would be finished today."

Huayue glanced at the table, nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

The maid bowed her head and retreated.

Huayue didn't take it to heart and continued to pack the xylophone, calligraphy and painting, etc.

By the time she finished packing, the cruise ship had just docked.

She then had time to walk to the table, picked up the rice paper on the table, and prepared to take a look at it and throw it away.

Even the poem written by Mr. Bai, who was known as one of the seven talents in Jiangnan, was not pleasing to her eyes, let alone others.

But when she saw the first sentence on the paper, her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the casual and indifferent look on her face immediately became solemn.

"The bright moon rises over the sea, and the world is at this moment..."

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