In the courtyard, snowflakes are flying.

A tall girl in a lavender dress was holding a whip and standing in the yard with a proud face. On the ground in front of her was a branch.

Song Ruyue and her daughter, dressed in the same snow-white fox fur, stood under the eaves and watched, surrounded by their maids and grandmothers.

Song Ruyue smiled and said: "Beautiful girls are so powerful, women are not inferior to men!"

The other maids and grandmothers also echoed the praise and were full of praise.

But when Luo Qingzhou stepped into the courtyard, these sounds suddenly stopped again.

When Nangong Meijiao saw him, the pride on her face instantly turned into cold arrogance. She put away her whip, twisted her hips, and turned back to the eaves.

The smile on Song Ruyue's face also turned cold.

Only the weak girl under the eaves, supported by Qiu'er and Zhu'er, still had a smile on her face and soft eyes.

Song Ruyue took Nangong Meijiao and a group of maids and servants, turned around and entered the house, and sat down in the living room.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in the courtyard, wondering whether he should go in or not.

Qin Weimo whispered under the eaves: "Brother-in-law, come in..."

When Luo Qingzhou came closer, the weak girl glanced at him softly and chuckled softly: "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, Weimo will protect you."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes beckoning him to enter the room.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to go in, walked up to the beautiful young woman sitting in the living room, lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Mother-in-law, what are your orders when you call Qingzhou?"

Song Ruyue held the teacup, lowered her head and took a sip slowly, then looked up at him and said, "Can you compose a few heroic poems, preferably about ambitions, achievements, or national events?"

Luo Qingzhou said without hesitation: "No."

"Um?"

Song Ruyue held the teacup in her hand for a moment, and then slowly placed it on the coffee table next to her. She looked at him coldly and said, "No?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said: "Qingzhou is stupid, he really doesn't know how."

Just thinking about it carefully, he couldn't do these thankless things.

These poems are for the eldest princess.

Poems that discuss national affairs and wars are not as good as those romantic poems. If they are not well written, or if the meaning is wrong, and someone with an evil intention finds out about them, wouldn't it be asking for trouble?

Anyway, he is just a son-in-law, and he is not qualified to meet the eldest princess, let alone flatter her, so why bother?

Song Ruyue's face darkened and she looked at him with an evil look.

Qin Weimo said softly from the side: "Mother, everyone's literary style is different. My brother-in-law is not good at writing that kind of poetry. It's understandable. Didn't Sister Meijiao just say that the eldest princess also likes painting?

Ink can make a painting, and then think of a poem and inscribe it. Although it may be a little difficult to come up with, it is always thoughtful, and the eldest princess will not blame it. When the time comes, the mother will give some other gifts as the icing on the cake.

."

"snort!"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, rolled her eyes and said, "There are some people who don't know the use of raising him. At the critical moment, he is not even as good as a weak woman."

Nangong Meijiao sat aside, drinking tea, with a cold and arrogant face, saying nothing.

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and bowed his head without saying a word.

When Song Ruyue saw that he was silent, she suddenly became angry and her heart and lungs went up and down. Just when she was about to slap the table and get angry, Qin Weimo quickly said again: "Mother, in this way, when the time comes, Weimo will draw a picture.

Ask your brother-in-law to write a short story, or write a poem that uses scenes to describe people. In this case, it should be possible."

Song Ruyue snorted and sarcastically said, "Can he?"

Qin Weimo glanced at the young man standing respectfully with his head bowed in the hall, and answered for him: "Brother-in-law will."

Song Ruyue's thin eyebrows twitched and she narrowed her eyes to look at her.

Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, finally said, "Weimo, are you familiar with your brother-in-law? Do you even know this?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "Sister Meijiao, my brother-in-law is talented. Not only Weimo knows about it, but my mother also knows about it. Everyone in the Qin family knows about it."

"Hey, don't add me, I don't know!"

Song Ruyue sneered and turned away.

Nangong Meijiao smiled lightly: "Talented? If you are really talented, you can't just stick to one style. Even if other styles are not good, you can still do it. Weimo, don't be fooled."

Qin Weimo smiled softly: "Sister Meijiao, Weimo knows this well."

Nangong Meijiao frowned and looked back at the young man standing in the hall.

He looks good, but it's a pity that he looks so weak and doesn't have anything different from other scholars.

She really couldn't understand how Qin Jianjia could marry such a person.

What's more, I don't understand that even the weak little cousin next to me seems to be fascinated by this guy.

Every time she came here to talk to her, she was heard talking about her young husband, and every time she mentioned him, her eyes sparkled.

It seemed like there was no other topic in her mind to talk about except this guy.

Is this guy really that charming?

Why can't she see it?

"Luo Qingzhou!"

Song Ruyue suddenly spoke sternly: "What Weimo just said, can you do it?"

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment and looked at the weak girl next to him. Just when he was about to speak, Nangong Meijiao suddenly said again: "Literati study, not just to recite romantic poems. World affairs, national affairs, you all

I should be concerned. I heard Wei Mo mention a few of your poems, and the literary talent is indeed decent, but the ideas are a bit petty. Apart from moaning for nothing, it is the love between children. If you can do some poems with great ambitions and the intention of the country, that is

A true talent."

Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "Meijiao is right. Luo Qingzhou, can you do it?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said: "Qingzhou doesn't..."

"If you can't, go and plant flowers in my back garden now! You don't have to study in the future, just be a gardener, and let your little girl with the same room go too. From now on, both of you, master and servant, will not be able to step out again.

Half a step to the back garden!”

Song Ruyue frowned coldly and spoke harshly.

Luo Qingzhou raised his head and glanced at her, and suddenly heard what she was thinking: [This idiot, Weimo and I just praised him in front of Meijiao, and now he wants to slap me and Weimo in the face? What if he dares today?

If you embarrass me in front of outsiders, I want him to look good!】

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, even if you want your brother-in-law to do it, you should give him a few days. Why don't you ask for it on the spot? You just ask your brother-in-law to do it on the spot. You...are a bit of a bully."

"Um?"

Song Ruyue turned to look at him, glaring angrily: "You said I bullied this kid?"

Then he said angrily and angrily: "Do you know how your son-in-law lives every day in your Aunt Zhou's house? He gets up before dawn every day, goes to wait outside your Aunt Zhou's door, washes the floor, sweeps the floor, and does cow work.

Being a horse means doing all the dirty work."

"Your Aunt Zhou's daughter still despises him. Even the maids dared to insult him. She didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. Your Aunt Zhou even asked him to carry your sedan chair and drive the carriage for your Aunt Zhou. She would always serve him with slaps and whips.

."

"Which son-in-law in someone else's family does not live like this? He is worse than the servants and can be bullied and scolded by anyone."

"Look again, what kind of life does this boy live in our house? Those are the days of a fairy! He is well fed and well clothed. He doesn't have to do anything except study every day. He has a little girl who is in charge of him to take care of him. He can also...

With such a beautiful wife and Yue... Humph! He should burn incense and worship the Buddha, Amitabha!"

Qin Weimo lowered his head and did not dare to say anything anymore.

In fact, she knew in her heart that what her mother said was right. The married women in other houses had a very bad life, and even the maids and servants looked down upon them.

But……

In her heart, her brother-in-law is not comparable to an ordinary son-in-law.

My brother-in-law is talented and well-spoken. He can recite poems and lyrics, and write wonderful short stories. He is a good person and has a good personality. He can also...protect her and make her happy.

Anyway, her brother-in-law is a good person, and she will not allow others to bully him.

Neither can my mother.

Luo Qingzhou's face turned pale when he saw this popular mother-in-law, and his body was shaking as he spoke a series of words.

She seemed to feel sorry for her daughter and felt a little regretful, but she had not vented her anger completely and could only hold it in.

After Miss Qin spoke for him, she lowered her head after being reprimanded and pouted her lips. She seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to continue to argue for him.

Seeing that mother and daughter, who were wearing the same snow-white fox fur and were equally beautiful, seemed to be quarreling over him again, Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to break the tense and oppressive atmosphere and said: "Mother-in-law, Qingzhou just thought about it and remembered something.

A poem, I don’t know if it’s appropriate.”

Song Ruyue looked at him angrily and said nothing.

Nangong Meijiao, who was sitting next to her, said, "Read it and listen."
To be continued...