Chapter 76

In the corner, the winter plum blossoms stand alone.

A branch protrudes diagonally across the window lattice with exquisite carvings. It is dotted with plum blossoms, some of which are already in full bloom.

The petals are tender and delicate, with a subtle fragrance floating around.

Like the girl in the window, there is a kind of lonely beauty hidden by the curtain of snowflakes outside the window.

Luo Qingzhou walked on the cobblestone path and walked under the slanting plum blossom in front of the window. He lowered his head and cupped his hands, saying respectfully: "Second Miss."

Qin Weimo had stood up from the chair and looked at him softly through the window. A reserved smile appeared on her pretty face and she said softly: "Brother-in-law, you're welcome. It's cold outside. Come in quickly." .

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the room.

Thin smoke curled up from the incense burner, the charcoal fire in the fireplace was red, and the ground was covered with a thick snow-white velvet blanket.

There is a vase on the table with several pink winter plums in it.

A small hand stove was placed beside the table.

In the corner, there is another floppy sheet.

The floor was covered with a pink quilt embroidered with peonies, and a small coffee table was placed horizontally in the middle. On the coffee table was a game of Go.

There were also several pieces of girl's clothing in the room.

Even standing under the eaves outside the window, Luo Qingzhou could smell the girl's fragrance wafting from the room.

This is a study room for girls.

Probably no man ever entered.

so……

Luo Qingzhou was still standing outside, cupping his hands and saying, "Second Miss, I won't go in. Madam asked me to come and visit you. Since Second Miss is writing, I won't disturb you and will come to visit you next time."

Zhu'er, who was standing at the door, suddenly said anxiously: "Uncle, you are not allowed to leave!"

After finishing speaking, he felt that his tone was wrong, and said angrily: "My uncle just arrived, and he hasn't even talked to the second lady for a while. How could he leave so quickly?"

Qin Weimo lowered his head to collect the pen and ink, rolled up the rice paper, then looked at him softly and said: "Brother-in-law, I've finished writing..."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

He turned his head and glanced at Bai Ling who was standing under the eaves not far away. He hesitated for a moment, walked into the eaves, approached the window, looked at the weak girl in the window and said: "Second Miss, what do you... want to talk about?" ?”

Qin Weimo stood in the window and said with a wry smile: "Brother-in-law, are you just standing outside like this?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "It doesn't matter, this is good."

The two fell into silence across the window.

Bai Ling, who was standing not far away, suddenly walked to the door, pulled Zhu'er, who was staring at him eagerly, and said, "Come on, let's go to the next room to chat for a while."

Pearl was forcefully taken away by her.

There was silence.

Snowflakes were falling outside, but it was also silent.

Luo Qingzhou felt awkward standing like this, so he said, "Second Miss, didn't you say last time that you wanted to read a book like "Fragrant Boudoir"?"

Qin Weimo's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Did brother-in-law bring it to me?"

Luo Qingzhou shook his head and said: "I didn't bring it with me, but I remember a few stories like "The Story of a Sweet Boudoir". If you want to hear it, I can tell it to you."

When Qin Weimo heard this, he nodded happily: "Yes, brother-in-law, I want to hear it."

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said, "Then let me tell the second lady a story from "The Romance of the West Chamber" today."

In view of the fact that the second young lady was sentimental and not in good health, he decided that no matter what story he told, the ending would be better.

It’s a story novel anyway, so just make up a happy ending.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, can you come in and talk? It's cold outside. Let's sit on the couch to keep it warm."

Luo Qingzhou took a look at the softness of the room, wondering where he dared to go in.

There were not only his daughter's bedding and belongings, but also two pieces of her daughter's clothing. If he went in and sat across from the sister-in-law and had a conversation, he would probably come over with a knife and kill her immediately if the mother-in-law knew about it.

"No, I'll just stand here and say it. If the second lady feels cold, you can sit on the couch."

Luo Qingzhou declined, fearing that she would continue to invite her, so he quickly started telling a story.

"In an unknown era, there was a man named Cui Gui who served as the Prime Minister of the previous dynasty. Unfortunately, he passed away due to illness. He only gave birth to a daughter, whose nickname was Yingying. She was nineteen years old. She was a female worker, could write poems and write poems, and could do anything..."

"One day Zhang Sheng visited Pujiu Temple and met Cui Yingying..."

This "The Romance of the West Chamber" was originally a drama. Luo Qingzhou remembered the story, so he only told the key plots in it very briefly.

Qin Weimo held his breath and listened intently.

When he heard that the two met at Pujiu Temple, his eyes sparkled; when he heard that Pujiu Temple was surrounded, he frowned again, his face full of nervousness...

When he heard that Cui's mother had made a mistake and refused to marry him, anger showed on her face again.

Luo Qingzhou stood under the eaves outside the window, wearing a long robe, speaking slowly and leisurely.

Second Miss Qin stood in the window, looking at his delicate and handsome face, and listened quietly.

At some point, both Bai Ling and Zhu Er came out of the room and eavesdropped at the door, but they were silent.

"After many twists and turns, with the help of the matchmaker, Yingying finally went to Zhang Sheng's residence for a private meeting. Cui's mother noticed the signs and tortured the matchmaker..."

Qin Weimo's eyes filled with tears when he talked about how to say goodbye to Zhang Sheng in Yingying's ten-mile pavilion before heading to Beijing to take the exam...

Zhu'er, who was hiding behind the door and eavesdropping, also had red eyes.

But the ending is happy after all.

"Zhang Sheng was the top pick in high school. After many twists and turns, he finally married Yingying and lived happily and sweetly together. He also gave birth to several fat boys and several beautiful daughters..."

Luo Qingzhou made the ending more perfect and happy.

After the story was told, Qin Weimo stood in the window with red eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Although I cried, the suppressed and pessimistic emotions in my heart were released all at once, and I felt a lot more relaxed. My mind was filled with the beautiful love story of Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying, and those thoughts of life and death were gone.

"Second Miss, it's getting late. I should go back to study. Take my leave."

After Luo Qingzhou finished speaking, he did not stay any longer and walked away.

Qin Weimo stood there in a daze, and when he was about to walk out of the small courtyard, Fang shouted: "Brother-in-law, will you come tomorrow?"

Luo Qingzhou stopped, turned to look at her and said, "Madam said, just let me come once every three days."

Qin Weimo looked at him, was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, what if Weimo wants you to come every day?"

These words came from the mouth of a woman who had not yet left the government, and it was said by her sister-in-law to her brother-in-law. It was really... too bold.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Bai Ling, who was standing at the door, looked at him.

Pearl was even more shocked, how could the lady...

Qin Weimo smiled softly and broke the awkward atmosphere: "Brother-in-law, I was kidding you. Thank you brother-in-law today, Weimo is very happy. In three days, Weimo will wait for brother-in-law again."

"Um."

Luo Qingzhou responded without saying anything more, turning to look at Bai Ling at the door: "Aren't you leaving?"

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, ran out of the eaves, opened the flower umbrella in his hand, waved to the weak girl in the window, "Second Miss, we are leaving, see you in three days."

She ran to Luo Qingzhou and handed over the flower umbrella in her hand.

Luo Qingzhou took the umbrella and held it above her head to protect her from the wind and snow. They walked out of the courtyard side by side and disappeared around the corner.

Qin Weimo stood at the window, stunned for a long time, and then murmured: "Zhu'er, do you think my brother-in-law is like Zhang Sheng, the number one scholar in high school?"

Zhu Er looked at her worriedly and whispered: "Miss, you...how could you say that just now..."

Qin Weimo came back to her senses, smiled slightly, unfolded the rice paper she had just rolled up, and looked at the poem on it. Her face was as calm as water: "I said what was in my heart, why can't I say it anymore?"

Pearl looked at her with wide eyes.

Outside the window, snowflakes were falling silently.

The red plum leaning under the eaves, wrapped in the freshly fallen ice and snow, stands proudly, still fragrant.

"Uncle, the story you just told is so nice. Miss Chan... and Chanchan haven't heard it yet. You should go and tell it to them later."

"I still want to go back to study."

"My uncle told the second lady, even Pearl listened to it, and I also listened. If my uncle doesn't tell the young lady and Chanchan, they will be angry."

"Just be angry if you're angry."

"If Miss gets angry, Chanchan will let me know what it means to seal one's throat with a sword!"

"Miss will not be angry over such a trivial matter. You don't need to lie to me or scare me."

"But Chanchan will be angry."

"Why?"

"Because...because my uncle is not good to the young lady. The young lady actually likes to hear stories, but no one tells them to her."

"real?"

"Well, it's absolutely true. Whoever is lying is..."

"dog?"

"It's not human anyway."

Bai Ling secretly thought: It's a flower, the most beautiful flower!

As she spoke, she sniffed the flowers in her hand again, and unconsciously leaned towards the boy next to her.

It's like being covered by him under an umbrella, or like being held in his arms...

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