Seeing the young lady like this, Zhu'er and Qiu'er both felt uncomfortable and did not dare to persuade her any more. They carefully supported her and walked in.

Xiaodie hurriedly opened the door and led the way.

Luo Qingzhou listened in the room, secretly regretting that he was soft-hearted and should not have gotten up, let alone agreed to Miss Su outside to help her compose poems.

If Miss Qin Er's noble little hands were really allowed to grind ink for him, not to mention how the mother-in-law would torture him if she found out, even Bailing Xiachan and the others would want him to look good if they found out.

But he just heard Miss Qin Er's pitiful words, and he didn't know how to refuse.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry. Weimo will naturally be responsible for what Weimo does. Brother-in-law just writes."

Qin Weimo entered the house with the support of two maids, saluted him and said softly.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head, with a face full of embarrassment: "Second Miss, this is really not appropriate, you should go out. If the madam and the eldest miss find out..."

"Brother-in-law, Weimo will take the initiative to explain to them. If they punish brother-in-law, Weimo will take the punishment on his behalf."

Qin Weimo said softly.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him and asked in confusion: "Why is the second lady doing this?"

Qin Weimo was silent for a moment: "I don't know, but tonight... I suddenly want to see my brother-in-law write."

The room fell into silence.

No one spoke anymore, only each other's breathing could be heard.

Su Qingwan who was outside the window couldn't help but said: "Mr. Luo, since Wei Mo likes her, let her go. Life is only a few decades, and most people suffer the most and enjoy the least. It's not easy for Wei Mo to be happy for once.

, Even if Mr. Luo is punished for this, it should be worth it, right?"

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but glance out the window, and then glanced at the pale and sickly girl in front of him. Without hesitation, he walked to the desk and sat down.

Qin Weimo had a nice smile on his face, walked over, stretched out his jade-white hands, and gently picked up the ink stick.

Xiaodie quickly came over and added some water to the inkstone.

Qin Weimo gently grinded the ink and said softly: "Uncle, in fact, Weimo is often alone in the house and grinds the ink by himself. Weimo thinks that this can help him calm down and think... Weimo likes to smell the fragrance of ink.

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Luo Qingzhou sat at the table, holding a pen, looking at her delicate and white wrists and small hands, silent.

"Brother-in-law..."

Qin Weimo reminded softly.

Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, spread out the rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the paper.

There is an oil lamp on the table.

Xiaodie lit another one, held it in her hand, and stood on the other side.

Qin Weimo gently rubbed the ink while looking at the beautiful small characters outlined by the ink on the rice paper.

The first one is a poem, "Snow Plum".

"The plum blossoms and snow are not willing to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on writing and commenting. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms."

Seeing the last two sentences, the ink cube in Qin Weimo's hand trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou took away the ink-stained rice paper, spread out a second one, dipped his pen in the ink, and started writing without thinking.

Qin Weimo gradually stopped studying the ink, staring closely at the tip of the pen that was softly spitting out ink and the words it drew. He was about to hold his breath, but his breathing became faster without realizing it.

Luo Qingzhou finished the work in one go and finished it in a single stroke.

After writing the last word, he put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, blew on it, and then handed it to Xiaodie beside him.

Xiaodie put down the lamp, took it carefully, and took it out.

Qin Weimo was still standing by the table, still holding the ink stone in his hand, his eyes wandering and his expression in a trance.

"Miss……"

Pearl beside her shouted softly.

Qin Weimo woke up, and with her gentle eyes under the light, she glanced at the young man who stood up from the table. Just as she was about to speak, Su Qingwan's surprised voice suddenly came from outside the window: "Good poem! Good words! Good.

One has no intention of struggling for love, and the other is jealous of others!"

Then he said excitedly: "Master Luo, I'm sorry for bothering you tonight. Qingwan will come back to thank you in a few days. Qingwan went to find her aunt and showed them these two poems to save them from doubting you again. Your talent is really unparalleled."

Wushuang, Qingwan is convinced!"

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he quickly opened the window and said, "Miss Su, it wasn't me. Also, didn't you just say you wouldn't tell others what happened tonight?"

Su Qingwan had already taken the poem and ran excitedly to the door of the small courtyard. After hearing this, she turned around and laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo, I will tell my aunt and the others not to tell anyone else, so you can rest assured."

After saying that, he ran out of the door and disappeared into the night.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The small courtyard suddenly became quiet.

The room was also silent.

Luo Qingzhou looked away from the window and looked at the girl in the room. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door of the small courtyard: "Uncle, are you awake? Why did I hear the commotion here?"
Chapter completed!