MTL - My Wife, Something is Wrong-Chapter 38 Mother-in-law

  Chapter 38 Mother-in-law

   Early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

  When Luo Qingzhou woke up, Xiaodie was humming softly while drying clothes in the small yard.

  The mood looks good.

  Luo Qingzhou couldn't help smiling as he thought about the love story the two hugged together last night.

  Thinking of what Bai Ling said to him last night, his heart was calm.

   Wake up, get dressed, harvest liquid.

  Xiaodie heard the movement outside the window, and hurried in to serve.

   Finished washing.

  Luo Qingzhou went out alone.

  As soon as he left the small courtyard, Bai Ling also just walked out of the front garden, holding a freshly picked flower in his hand, and looked at him with a smile.

That pink dress set off her slim and graceful figure, matched with that beautiful and sweet face, and held a flower with crystal dew in her hand. Under the morning sun and breeze, her black hair was swaying and her skirt was fluttering. The person who came out of the picture.

   "Grandpa, you woke up so late, did you come back and cry all night?"

  When Bai Ling saw him, he laughed coquettishly.

  Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes, but didn't speak.

   "Uncle?"

  Bai Ling blinked his smart eyes, stared at him for a long time, and asked doubtfully: "Young master, after hearing what I said last night, is it really not sad at all?"

  Luo Qingzhou frowned, and asked: "Is it useful to be sad?"

  Bai Ling thought for a while, then shrugged: "It seems useless."

  Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and walked forward.

  Bai Ling followed behind, caught up with him, handed the freshly picked flowers to him and said, "My lord, give them to Miss later."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her: "Will she want it?"

  Bai Ling said: "Although the lady won't want it, at least it's my uncle's wish, and the lady will remember it in her heart."

"Need not."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't answer.

  Since it was made clear last night, there is no need for these hypocritical things.

  Why keep it in mind?

   What's the point?

   "The uncle can give it to me later."

  Bai Ling insisted on stuffing the flowers into his hands, and said with a smile, "Give it to me in front of Miss and Chanchan, and I will be very face-saving. Of course, the premise is that Miss doesn't want it."

  Luo Qingzhou took a deep look at her, held the flowers, and said nothing.

  He couldn't see through the girl in front of him more and more.

  Bai Ling warned again in a low voice: "My lord, I will serve tea to my wife with my lady later, no matter what attitude my wife has, my lord must bear it, you understand?"

  Luo Qingzhou calmly said: "I know."

  Bailing looked at his calm expression, smiled, and said nothing more.

  The two of them were thinking about something, and neither spoke anymore.

  Walking through the long corridor, when she came to the gate of the courtyard, Xia Chan was standing outside the door with her sword in her arms, her pretty face as cold as ice.

  When Luo Qingzhou appeared, she looked over coldly.

   First glanced at the flowers in his hand, and then at him.

  The whole person is like an unsheathed sword.

  Even standing there still, it is cold and chills down the spine.

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, his heart moved, he walked over, and handed the flower in front of her: "Miss Xia Chan, I gave it to you."

  Sudden silence in the field.

  The air seemed to freeze, and there was no sound of breathing.

   "Shua!"

   A few seconds later, the sword light flashed, and the chill was piercing!

  The flowers in Luo Qingzhou's hand instantly turned into two halves and fell to the ground.

  The cold girl in front of her still had the sword in its scabbard, as if it had never been sheathed.

   It was just on the chest at first, and now, it is placed on the side of the skirt.

   That pretty face, which was a little more beautiful than Bai Ling, was even colder at this moment.

  Luo Qingzhou didn't hear what she was saying.

  He felt an itchy neck, threw away the remaining flower branches in his hand, stepped back, and stood five meters away, without looking at her again.

   It's weird.

  Most of the time, he couldn't see what the two girls were thinking.

  As for that Miss Qin, he has never seen it.

   Is it because they didn't think about it, or is there another reason?

   While thinking about it, Miss Qin came out of the room in a snow-white dress, her face was still indifferent, and no other emotions could be seen.

  Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and cupped his hands: "Miss."

  Qin Jianjia glanced at him, but still didn't speak, and walked forward.

   Bai Ling and Xia Chan followed behind, one left and one right.

  Luo Qingzhou also followed without squinting.

Bai Ling deliberately lagged behind a few steps, glanced at him faintly, and said in a low voice: "My lord, have you empathized? It is obviously my flower, how can you give it to Chanchan? She can only kill people, but she can't appreciate flowers." .”

  Luo Qingzhou said blankly: "You can only lie."

  Bai Ling was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled "puchi": "Master, you have to speak with your conscience, how did they lie to you?"

  Luo Qingzhou ignored her.

  Bai Ling deliberately amplified his voice and said: "Grandpa, you just secretly sent flowers to Chanchan, aren't you afraid that Miss will be angry? Do you want Chanchan to be your little girl?"

  Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.

   But it is obvious that there is a chill coming from the front.

  Braun said a few more words.

  He still kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

   "My uncle is really boring."

  Bai Ling muttered, and didn't tease him again.

   Several people walked through the garden, through the nine-curved corridor, through the pond and rockery, and turned into a carved round gate, and finally came to the backyard where Song Ruyue, the wife of the Qin family, lived.

  The road was quiet and quiet, and none of the servants were missing.

  The gate of the courtyard was open, but no one greeted him.

  Qin Jianjia led the three of them straight into the hall.

  Above the hall, there was a beautiful woman in a purple dress sitting there, with a sullen face and a majestic expression on her face.

  The two servant girls stood aside, lowered their hands and bowed their heads, holding their breath.

  Qin Jianjia walked over, but stood there quietly, still not speaking.

  Luo Qingzhou also hurried up, took tea from the plate brought by the maid, knelt down in front of the beautiful woman, bowed his head and respectfully said: "Master, please drink tea."

  The beautiful woman snorted coldly, squinted and said, "Who is your mother? Am I that old?"

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, then looked up at her.

  This woman's eyebrows and eyes are quite similar to Miss Qin Er. She has a plump and graceful figure, white and delicate skin, and a pair of watery almond eyes.

   Isn't it Miss Qin's mother?

   When she was in a daze, the servant girl standing next to her suddenly shouted coldly: "Don't look around! Call Madam!"

  Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Madam, please drink tea."

The beautiful woman looked at him coldly, and after a while, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and glared at him angrily: "Wei Mo praised you for being a good-looking talent, full of talent, hmph, in my opinion, it's nothing more than gold and jade, and you've deceived my family, Wei Mo!" You can't fool me! Since you are married to my family Jian Jia, why do you want to seduce my family Weimo? My family Weimo is a simple and kind girl. With your poor background and sweet words, you fascinated her. You want to share with your sisters ? How dare you!"

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

  When I came here, I thought about making things difficult, but I never thought that this person would use Miss Qin Er as an issue.

  But he and Miss Qin Er have a clean relationship, have a clear conscience, and are not afraid of her talking about things.

Neither humble nor overbearing, he bowed his head and replied respectfully: "The younger generation and the second young lady have only met twice, and there are maids and other people present. The first time the second brother was present, and the second time there were Miss Meng and Miss Song. Who is this junior?" About words and deeds, Madam can ask them to understand."

   "Presumptuous!"

  Song Ruyue slapped the coffee table next to her suddenly, and said angrily, "Who gave you the guts to argue with Mrs. Ben like this?"

  Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said respectfully: "This junior is just explaining."

  Bai Ling quickly walked over and said in a low voice, "Uncle, quickly admit your mistake to Madam."

  Luo Qingzhou squinted his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the overbearing beautiful woman in front of him.

  Suddenly heard what she was saying: 【This kid is really like Wei Mo said, not like those ordinary scholars. If those bystanders would have been trembling with fright, they would have knelt down and kowtowed... A humble **** who came here as a married woman was so calm and calm in front of me, neither humble nor overbearing, it seems that he does have some skills. But... this kid is staring at me like this, no matter how big or small, it's really annoying... although this little guy looks more and more handsome...]

  Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "This junior is being rude."

   He certainly wasn't apologizing for being stubborn.

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, and said with a somber face: "Wei Mo praised you for reading a lot and writing poems well, although it may be exaggerated on purpose just to comfort me. But you are indeed a scholar, and you hide in the room all day long and work hard. You must have some skills in reading. I’m here to test you today. If you answer well, I’ll let you go when you disobeyed me just now. If you can’t answer, then from today onwards, you will go to my back garden Go plant flowers for me, and be a servant who grows flowers! In my Qin Manor, I will never raise useless people!"

  As soon as these words came out, the entire hall fell silent.

  At the same time, in the side hall covered by the bead curtain, a maid was supporting a delicate figure, quietly hiding behind the door to eavesdrop.

  Through those beautiful eyes through the bead curtain, you can vaguely see the figure in the hall.

  (end of this chapter)