"Shua..."

"Shua...shua..."

In the small courtyard.

Xiaodie's petite body was sweeping the floor with a broom in her arms.

The little girl is wearing an emerald green dress with some cute little braids on her head. She looks cute and cute. She is humming a tune she learned from someone who knows which maid. She seems to be in a good mood.

Luo Qingzhou entered the courtyard and silently approached her from behind.

The moment she stepped back into his arms holding the broom, he suddenly opened his arms and picked her up.

The little girl exclaimed "Ah" and dropped the broom in her hand, her face turned pale with fright.

But he reacted quickly.

"Woooo... Young Master, you scare people to death..."

Luo Qingzhou held her in his arms and walked around the small courtyard for a few times before he put her down and said with a smile: "You are still so happy when I didn't come back last night?"

Xiaodie turned around, hugged his arm affectionately, raised her little face and said: "Master, sister Qiu'er came to tell the slave this morning that the second young lady's health is much better, and said it was all the result of the master. Qiu'er

My sister also praised the young master for being a great talent and a kind person, and even said enviously that I am so lucky, hehe."

Luo Qingzhou's face stiffened for a moment, and he said with a guilty conscience: "Did Miss Qiu'er tell me how I helped the second young lady get well?"

Xiaodie nodded and said: "I told you, sister Qiu'er said that the young master will compose poems and tell stories for the second young lady. Once the second young lady is in a good mood, her illness will be cured."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, raised his hand and touched her head and said: "Okay, you continue working. I went back to the house to go to bed, I didn't sleep all night last night.

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Xiaodie said obediently: "Then Master, go to bed quickly. I will close the door later. No one will disturb Master."

Luo Qingzhou entered the house.

I wanted to take a cold shower, but I thought it was too much trouble, so I just took off my clothes and went to bed.

Just wait until it gets dark at night and then take a hot bath in the lake.

Soon after lying down, sleepiness came over me continuously.

Soon he fell into sleep.

After Xiaodie cleaned up the courtyard, tidied up some more, and checked all the doors and windows, she went out and continued to study.

The young master's words last night made her suddenly feel that she should learn to make clothes.

By then, no matter what the young master likes, she can make it, and the young master will definitely be very happy.

Shortly after she left.

The back door, which was bolted from the inside, was suddenly opened from the outside.

Immediately, a figure walked in.

The back door was closed again and locked.

The figure walked silently and entered the house with familiarity, opened the door, and walked into the room.

Then, he stood by the bed and looked at the sleeping person on the bed.

A faint fragrance wafted out from her body and penetrated into the nose of the person on the bed.

The girl stood in front of the bed and looked at him quietly.

After a while.

She untied the belt around her slender waist, took off her dress, and went to bed wearing only a small undergarment, got under the quilt, and clung to his arms.

She hugged him and looked at him seriously with her little face raised.

After looking at him for a while, he kissed her.

Then, he took off his clothes.

"Wow..."

The curtains pulled up on both sides suddenly fell down, blocking the view on the bed.

Luo Qingzhou had another dream, a very long and wonderful dream.

Outside the window, the sky is clear.

A rising sun rose from the green hills outside the city, spreading warmth and sunshine over the earth again.

The snow all over the city began to melt.

There are still two days before the eldest princess enters the city.

This day.

Song Zhengming, a talented son of the Song family, one of the four major families in Mocheng, invited talented men and women from other families to Yuanyang Tower, climbed up and looked far away, and composed a poem on the spot that amazed all the talented men and women present. .

"Brother Zhengming is really talented, I admire you! I admire you!"

"When I first came here, I heard from Brother Zhengming that he had recently written several poems with great effort and was in the process of polishing them. I wonder when we will be able to feast our eyes on them?"

"Hahaha, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, these poems are specially prepared for the eldest princess, so you need to think about it carefully."

Song Zhengming was all smiles.

At the end of the banquet, he took two of his friends to the mansion, and while he was chatting, he showed them another short poem he had written.

When the two people saw it, they were all in awe, amazed and impressed on the spot.

Other families in Mocheng are carefully preparing gifts for the eldest princess this time.

It can’t be too extravagant, but it must show your intention.

The merchants and people in the city began to become lively.

Both sides of the street are decorated with lights and streamers everywhere.

The walls of the inner city and the outer city are all hung with colorful lanterns. The New Year has not yet been celebrated, but they look as happy as during the New Year.

People in the streets and alleys were discussing this matter with excitement.

No matter the dignitaries, the rich or the poor, they were all full of expectations for the arrival of the eldest princess.

It is said that in order to celebrate the arrival of the eldest princess, the city lord's palace will open the granary and distribute rice grains to all the poor families in the outer city.

At the same time, a night market will be opened in the inner city, open day and night.

All traders and ordinary people can set up stalls and trade in the night market.

For everyone in Mocheng, the days before the arrival of the eldest princess will be a carnival even more intense than the Lantern Festival and the New Year.

At this time, compared to the bustle and excitement of other families, the Qin Mansion seemed too cold and calm.

Except for Song Ruyue who tried her best to prepare some practical gifts, no one else in the Qin family seemed to pay much attention to this matter.

morning.

After Miss Qin woke up, she looked at the empty quilt beside her and stayed there for a long time. Then she got up with Qiu'er's help.

Qiu'er whispered: "My uncle left before dawn, not long after my wife left. And..."

"Miss, Madam should have known that my uncle was here last night. Madam threw one of my uncle's shoes out."

"And the night before yesterday..."

After hearing this, Qin Weimo looked calm and said softly: "I understand."

The bowl mark on the table the night before yesterday had actually been exposed.

"Qiu'er, please go out. I'll write for a while. Don't let anyone in."

"Miss, you haven't eaten yet."

"I'm not hungry, let's go out."

Qiu'er had no choice but to agree, retreated and closed the door gently.

Qin Weimo glanced at the closed door, then took out the roll of rice paper from under the pillow, walked to the desk in front of the window and sat down, spread out the rice paper, put it on top, and took another blank rice paper. , placed below.

Then, grind the ink, hold the pen, and start transcribing.

"Brother-in-law has done so much for our Qin family. This time, we can't let him get involved in danger again. Anyway, I don't have much time left, so this time, let me take the lead..."

She held a pen in her hand and used ink to write. Each of her elegant and graceful small characters soon covered the entire rice paper.

Looking at the words on the paper, she was so talented that she felt more and more unworthy of her brother-in-law.

"Brother-in-law's talent is no less than those of the top picks in the past..."

"It's a pity... If my brother-in-law hadn't married into our Qin family, if he had been born in someone else's family, I'm afraid he would have become famous in the literary world..."

The girl sighed secretly.

After writing for a while, she panted and felt weak.

She put down her pen and ink, took a break, and looked at the words on the paper over and over again. Her brother-in-law's delicate and gentle face could not help but reappear in her mind.
To be continued...