"Wei Mo."

Several girls asked Qin Weimo to sit down and started talking to her.

At the same time, he glanced at the young man parked not far away from time to time, secretly wondering why he didn't come over.

Judging from his clothes and temperament, he should be a scholar, not a servant or anything like that.

One of the girls in a blue dress knew Luo Qingzhou and whispered: "Weimo, your brother-in-law looks so shy, don't you dare to come over?"

This girl in blue skirt is Song Zixi who invited Luo Qingzhou to Jubao Pavilion a few days ago.

"Brother-in-law?"

"That young master is Weimo's brother-in-law?"

"Zixi, is he the Mr. Luo you mentioned?"

When the other girls heard this, they all showed a hint of surprise on their faces, and at the same time, they secretly felt a little regretful in their hearts.

It turns out that they were married a long time ago, and they were married.

Song Zixi nodded, stood up, and took the initiative to greet Luo Qingzhou: "Master Luo, my sisters and I were talking about you just now. You said that the white snow is too late for spring, so you fly through the trees in the garden, and everyone praises you.

I can’t help it.”

The girls all nodded reservedly as a greeting.

Luo Qingzhou bowed his hands politely. Seeing that the seat next to him was empty, he asked the maid who was placing snacks next to him: "Can I sit here?"

When the maid heard this, she nodded and said, "Master, please excuse me. There is no room for guests to sit here."

Luo Qingzhou thanked him and sat down next to him.

It was too abrupt to stand there all the time.

There were only women there, and there were no seats, so it was not convenient for him to go there.

Qin Weimo saw him sitting there, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but held back.

The other girls laughed and chatted again.

Meng Yulan talked to several girls and asked them to take care of Wei Mo, then came to Luo Qingzhou and said with a smile: "Master Luo, if you need anything, just tell the maid. I have to go down to receive guests.

I’ll excuse you now.”

Luo Qingzhou stood up and said, "Miss Meng, just go and do your work."

Meng Yulan smiled, looked at him one more time, and left quickly. The short knife on his waist was swinging back and forth, which was particularly eye-catching.

Luo Qingzhou sat down and couldn't help but think of the explanation in the book.

Today's martial artists, most of the martial arts they practice are fist and kick skills.

Those who practice weapons are in the minority.

Because weapons are too expensive.

Warriors can certainly afford ordinary weapons.

But the weapons used by warriors cannot be ordinary weapons.

Those who can fight with warriors are naturally warriors and powerful monsters. Ordinary weapons cannot cause any harm to the opponent at all, and they will be restrained if held in hand.

As he is now in the stage of muscle training, it would be difficult to inflict serious damage on him with an ordinary kitchen knife or sword, but it would also delay the best opportunity to attack.

If it were a more powerful warrior, those ordinary swords would be even more powerless.

As for the monsters, they have thick skin and rough flesh, and are difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords.

Therefore, if a warrior wants to cultivate weapons, they can only use weapons that are specially refined with special materials and must be engraved with runes by the master of the weapon to be useful.

However, those weapons are extremely expensive.

Ordinary warriors don't even think about it.

Therefore, it is better to practice boxing and kicking skills honestly.

Moreover, when fists and kicks are practiced to the extreme, they become extremely powerful weapons in themselves, and they are more sensitive and explosive than external weapons.

The young lady from the Meng family just now had the short knife on her waist. I don’t know if she specializes in weapons, or uses it for decoration, or as an auxiliary weapon in battle.

Luo Qingzhou sat alone in front of the window, looking at the lights and tourists on the river bank, thinking about these cultivation matters in his mind.

Downstairs, it seems that the performance has already begun.

The cheers and applause of many people sounded one after another below.

The girls in the corner were still chatting as if no one was around.

Just when Luo Qingzhou was about to read back the techniques of muscle training in his mind, a gust of fragrant wind suddenly came from beside him.

Song Zixi, who was wearing a blue dress and had a graceful figure, walked over with a smile and said: "Mr. Luo, you look lonely sitting here alone. Can I sit down and talk to you?"

Of course, Luo Qingzhou had no reason to refuse. He nodded and turned to look at the building.

Qin Weimo happened to look over, with an apologetic and helpless expression in his eyes, as if to say: Brother-in-law, it's not that Weimo can't come to accompany you, and you can't leave...

"Master Luo, what books have you been reading at home recently? Are there any interesting books that you can introduce to me?"

Song Zixi sat down opposite and took the initiative to speak.

Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "They are all exam preparation books, the Four Books and Five Classics, Dayan Culture, etc. I guess Miss Song won't be interested either."

Song Zixi smiled when he heard the words, with light flowing in his eyes, and whispered: "Master Luo, I recently heard that a story called "The Romance of the West Chamber" has been spread, and it is passed down by word of mouth among the rich ladies, and they are full of praise. Listen.

It is said that the original version was circulated from the Qin Mansion, does Mr. Luo know who wrote it?"

Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "I've never heard of it."

It was probably his mother-in-law who showed it off.

Song Zixi smiled and did not ask any more questions, saying: "Master Luo, I know your talent. Later, the talented people below will compete in poetry. Master Luo, don't miss it. I believe Mr. Yi Luo's

Your talent will definitely make a big splash tonight, Zixi will wait and see."

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, Zhu'er suddenly walked up quickly. She glanced at him as she passed him, and then at Song Zixi. Without saying anything, she walked quickly to the table of the girls and said: "

Miss, the madam calls you to come down."

Qiu'er, who was standing next to Qin Weimo, asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Zhu'er hesitated a little, but she still said: "A Mr. Tang was talking to Madam below and asked about Miss, so Madam asked her slave to call Miss to come down."

Qin Weimo was startled for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.

She turned her head almost subconsciously and looked at Luo Qingzhou.

"Miss, madam is waiting."

Pearl was a little anxious.

She was afraid that if the young lady was stubborn, the madam would make a fool of herself in public. With the madam's face-saving character, she would definitely not be able to take advantage of her.

Qin Weimo didn't make things difficult for her. He nodded, said sorry to the other girls, and left his seat with Qiu'er's help.

When she reached Luo Qingzhou's seat, she stopped and said softly: "Brother-in-law, can you go down with me?"

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Luo Qingzhou did not hesitate, stood up, and said goodbye to Song Zixi.

Song Zixi smiled slightly and said: "Aunt Song wants to see you for something, so you go down first. We will go down later, and the poetry competition will probably start soon."

Luo Qingzhou followed the worried second lady and slowly went downstairs.

Downstairs, there are artists invited from the brothel playing the piano.

Covered lightly by tulle, the figure playing the piano is looming behind the curtain, seeming to give people a sense of mystery and entice people to find out.

Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin and walked to a seat by the window on the right.

Song Ruyue was sitting there alone, and a young man wearing a Confucian shirt stood in front of the table, holding a folding fan, bending slightly and lowering his head, talking to her politely.

The young man was of average height, fairly handsome, and had a good temperament. He had a comfortable smile on his face, spoke softly, and looked gentle.

Song Ruyue looked at him from time to time while talking to him.

"Mother."

With the support of Qiu'er, Qin Weimo walked over slowly and shouted softly.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned sideways and looked at her. His eyes suddenly lit up. He tightened his fingers slightly on the folding fan. He still maintained a polite smile on his face and quickly looked towards the ground.

Song Ruyue said: "Weimo, this is Mr. Tang."

Then he said to the young man: "Jia Song, this is my daughter Wei Mo. She knows a little bit about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she has a quiet temperament and likes to stay indoors. She doesn't want to come out to interact with others."

Tang Jiasong immediately bowed his head and cupped his hands and said: "Miss Qin, I have heard her name for a long time and I have admired you for a long time. I must read those few poems of Miss Qin every day. She is really a woman who cannot be compared to other men. She is no worse than those men."

.”

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

At this time, Wuyi, the leading brothel host, walked onto the stage and announced the start of tonight's poetry competition with a smile.
To be continued...