Something’s Wrong With My Wife-Chapter 114 - : Composing a Poem
Chapter 114: Composing a Poem
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Almost everyone was full of praise for this poem, but there were also many scholars who were unconvinced. Therefore, in a few days, all kinds of new works were produced…’
“Of course, I’m not saying that everyone has to come up with a poem that can surpass this. Everyone, do your best. There’s no limit to the number of words.”
When the courtesan with a graceful figure and gorgeous appearance was talking on stage, Qin Weimo turned around and looked at the young man beside her.
At this moment, Luo Qingzhou was also looking at the courtesan.
“Brother-in-law, is the view nice?”
The girl suddenly asked in a low voice.
Upon hearing her words, Luo Qingzhou froze. He retracted his gaze from the stage and looked at her. “Second Young Miss, you are referring to…” Qin Weimo pursed her lips and said, “I mean… is the stage nice?”
Luo Qingzhou nodded.
Qin Weimo raised her eyebrows and asked, “What about the beauty on the stage?”
The corners of Luo Qingzhou’s mouth twitched. Just as he was at a loss for an answer, Song Ruyue suddenly looked at him coldly and said, “You’d better think carefully before answering.”
It turned out that she had been eavesdropping on their private conversation.
Qin Weimo blushed slightly.
Luo Qingzhou could only look at his mother-in-law again and hear her thoughts. “If this brat dare say that the courtesan is good-looking, I’ll teach him a lesson when I get back tonight!”
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, “No, she’s not pretty.”
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and snorted. “You don’t mean what you say. She’s so beautiful and has a good figure. How is she not good-looking?”
Luo Qingzhou could only say in a low voice, “If Mother-in-law and Second
Young Miss weren’t here, I would find her good-looking.”
Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously. She put an impassive look back on her face and asked, “What do you mean? Explain yourself!”
Qin Weimo pursed her lips slightly. There was a smile in her eyes.
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, “How can the light of a firefly compete with the bright moon? With the bright moon in the sky, even the brightest stars pale in comparison.”
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment. She silently recited those sentences and could no longer suppress the curve of her lips. She could only turn her face away and snort coldly. She continued to look at the stage and did not say anything else. She quickly recited these words in her heart many times to memorize them.
Qin Weimo’s eyes flickered. She smiled and said in a low voice, “So you also know how to sweet talk people.”
Luo Qingzhou’s expression changed slightly. He hurriedly said, “You can’t use the word sweet-talking.”
Qin Weimo was a little puzzled. “Why not?”
Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment before saying, “Never mind. Just use it.”
There was actually no problem with this word. However, in his era, this word had already become a special word only used for couples. Naturally, he was shocked when he heard the Second Young Miss Qin use this word.
At this moment, many people had already returned to their seats and started to deliberate over the poem with the title “Plum”.
After half an incense stick of time.
Tang Jiasong, who had been thinking about it for a long time, suddenly turned around and walked back. He cupped his hands with a smile and said, “Miss Qin, have you come up with a poem? After thinking for a bit, I managed to come up with a poem. Perhaps it still has some flaws. I hope Second Young Miss can help me correct it.”
Qin Weimo glanced at him and said politely and gently, “I haven’t come up with one.”
When Song Ruyue heard this, she turned around and said, “Oh, you have already come up with a poem, Jiasong? You’re indeed smart and quick-witted.”
Then, she said to Zhu’er beside her, “Get someone to bring me a brush and ink so that Young Master Tang can write it down. Let’s take a look first before sending it up for the competition later.”
Tang Jiasong was all smiles.
Zhu’er hurriedly went to ask the other maidservants for brushes and ink.
Tang Jiasong’s gaze was still on the frail girl in front of him. He smiled and said, “Miss Qin, this poem of mine…”
“Brother-in-law, where’s yours?”
Before he could finish, Qin Weimo suddenly looked at Luo Qingzhou and asked.
Tang Jiasong was not the only one who was stunned. He looked over at Luo Qingzhou. Song Ruyue also perked up her ears, but her gaze was still elsewhere.
Luo Qingzhou was a little caught off guard by her sudden question. “Umm,
Second Young Miss, I…”
“Brother-in-law…”
Qin Weimo called out softly again. She frowned and pouted slightly. There was a hint of pleading and even a hint of coquettishness in her eyes as she looked at him.
Luo Qingzhou froze for a bit before he understood.
She did not want to have any more entanglements with Young Master Tang, so she wanted him to make a move so that the other party would not have a chance to perform.
“Madam, the brush and ink are here.”
At this moment, Zhu’er came over with a brush, ink stick, paper, and inkstone.
Tang Jiasong tugged at his long sleeves and was about to step forward when
Song Ruyue suddenly turned around and said coldly, “Luo Qingzhou, I saw Young Master Tang talking to you just now, but you couldn’t be bothered to reply. When Young Master Tang said that he had come up with a poem, you sneered. It seems like you look down on Young Master Tang, am I right?” Tang Jiasong’s face darkened.
Luo Qingzhou was flabbergasted. Just as he was about to speak, Song Ruyue suddenly snorted and said, “Zhu’er, grind the ink and give this brush to the arrogant fellow who looks down on Young Master Tang. Let him compose a poem. If he does it, regardless of whether it’s good or bad, I’ll let bygones be bygones. If he can’t do it, then he won’t be allowed to leave the boat tonight.’ Qin Weimo frowned and looked at the gorgeous courtesan on the stage.
That courtesan would probably spend the night on the boat, right?
There were also other courtesans, daughters of rich families, daughters of officials, talented women, noblewomen…
“Sir, here’s the brush.”
Zhu’er stuffed the brush into Luo Qingzhou’s hand, then picked up the ink stick and began to grind it on the inkstone.
Qin Weimo glanced at the ink stick in Zhu’er’s hand. Her lips moved, and her hands that had rested on her lap moved a little. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she did not dare speak.
Luo Qingzhou held the brush. He could feel the hostility coming in waves from Tang Jiasong beside him. He threw a glance at Qin Weimo and held the brush tightly. He did not hesitate anymore.
At this moment.
There were already many talented people who had finished writing and submitted their works.
However, there were also many people who were still frowning and thinking hard.
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and dipped his brush in the ink. Just as he was about to write, a snow-white hand suddenly reached out from the side and stopped him.
The ink on the tip of the brush almost landed on her hand.
Luo Qingzhou was startled and looked into her clear eyes.
The girl said in a low voice, “Brother-in-law, you read. I’ll write.”
A trace of doubt appeared in Luo Qingzhou’s eyes, but it was only for a moment before he suddenly understood.
He could not hear her thoughts.
He did not know why he could see through this girl’s intentions so quickly.
He could not appear on stage tonight.
The guests tonight were too complicated.
She had his best interests at heart.
As for Young Master Tang beside him, without any evidence, no one would believe him even if he announced that Luo Qingzhou had composed the poem.
Moreover, this person was probably more unwilling to spread this matter than anyone else.
Luo Qingzhou handed the brush he was holding to Qin Weimo.
Their fingertips touched.
The girl’s hand trembled slightly. She held the brush tightly and lowered her head.
“Ahem!”
Song Ruyue’s cold warning came from the side. “You’re behaving furtively again. Do you think I don’t exist?”
“Brother-in-law, go ahead and read…”
Qin Weimo’s face was slightly red. She held the brush and said gently..
