Something’s Wrong With My Wife-Chapter 112 - : On the Boat

Chapter 112: On the Boat

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Weimo.”

A few girls invited Qin Weimo to sit down and then started talking to her.

At the same time, they glanced at the young man who had stopped not far away from them from time to time. All of them were secretly puzzled as to why he did not come over.

Judging from his clothes and temperament, he should be a scholar, not a servant.

One of the girls in a blue dress recognized Luo Qingzhou and said in a low voice, “Weimo, your brother-in-law looks so shy. Does he not dare to come over?”

The girl in the blue dress was Song Zixi, who had invited Luo Qingzhou to this gathering back at the Treasure Gathering Pavilion a few days ago.

“Brother-in-law?”

“That Young Master is Weimo’s brother-in-law?

“Zixi, is he the Young Master Luo you mentioned?”

When the other girls heard this, they were surprised. At the same time, they felt a little regretful.

It turned out that he had already gotten married a long time ago. Moreover, he had married into the wife’s family.

Song Zixi nodded. She stood up and took the initiative to greet Luo Qingzhou. “Young Master Luo, my friends and I were just talking about you. Everyone praised you for composing, ‘But white snow dislikes the late coming vernal breeze, It plays the parting flowers flying through the trees. Spring snow is compared to flying flowers in this quatrain’…

The few girls nodded reservedly as a greeting.

Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands politely. Seeing that the seat beside him was empty, he asked the maidservant who was arranging snacks, “Can I sit here?”

The maidservant nodded and said, “Young Master, please go ahead. No guests are sitting here.”

Luo Qingzhou thanked him and sat down at the side.

It was too abrupt to just keep standing there.

There were all women over there, and there were no seats left. It was not convenient for him to go over.

Seeing him sit down, Qin Weimo’s lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she held it in.

The other girls laughed and chatted again.

After Meng Yulan informed the girls to take good care of Weimo, she came to Luo Qingzhou and said with a smile, “Young Master Luo, if there’s anything you need, feel free to instruct the maidservants. I still have to go down and receive the guests. Please excuse me.”

Luo Qingzhou stood up and said, “Miss Meng, go ahead.”

Meng Yulan smiled and took another look at him before leaving quickly. The short knife hanging from her waist swayed back and forth, making it especially eye-catching.

Luo Qingzhou sat down and could not help but think of the explanation in the book.

Most of the martial arts techniques cultivated by martial artists nowadays were fist techniques.

Those who cultivated weapons were a minority.

Because weapons were too expensive.

Of course, martial artists could afford ordinary weapons.

However, the weapons used by martial artists could not be ordinary.

Those who could fight martial artists were naturally either martial artists or powerful demon beasts. Ordinary weapons could not cause any damage to the other party at all. If they held it, their actions would be restrained instead.

For someone like him who was already starting to refine his tendon, an ordinary kitchen knife or saber would not deal any damage to him, but it would delay his best opportunity to attack.

If it was a more powerful martial artist, those ordinary sabers and swords would be even more powerless.

As for demon beasts, their skin was thick and their flesh was rough. Ordinary swords could not injure them at all.

Therefore, if martial artists wanted to cultivate weapons, they could only use special materials to refine them. Moreover, they had to rely on Refining Masters to inscribe runes for the weapons to be useful.

However, those weapons were extremely expensive.

Ordinary martial artists could forget about it.

Therefore, it was better to practice martial arts using his fists and feet.

Moreover, when one’s fists and feet were cultivated to the extreme, they were already extremely powerful weapons. They would be more agile and explosive than external weapons.

Just now, Meng Yulan had a short saber on her waist. He did not know if she specialized in weapons, or treated it as an accessory, or intended to use it as support during battle.

Luo Qingzhou sat alone in front of the window. He looked at the lights on the riverbank and thought about these cultivation matters. Downstairs, a performance seemed to have started.

Many people cheered and applauded.

The girls in the corner were still chatting as if no one was around.

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to try to recall the technique of refining the tendons in his mind, a fragrant wind suddenly swept over from the side.

Song Zixi, who was dressed in a blue dress and had a graceful figure, walked over with a smile. “Young Master Luo, you look so lonely sitting here alone. Can I sit down and talk to you?”

Of course, Luo Qingzhou had no reason to refuse. He nodded and turned to look at the building.

Qin Weimo also happened to look over. There was an apologetic and helpless expression in her eyes as if she was saying, “Brother-in-law, it’s not that I don’t want to come and accompany you, but I’m not able to leave…”

“Young Master Luo, what books have you been reading at home recently? Do you have any interesting books that you can introduce to me?”

Song Zixi sat down opposite him and took the initiative to speak.

Luo Qingzhou said calmly, “What I’m reading are all books in preparation for the Imperial Examination, namely the Four Books and Five Classics and also the Great Yan Empire Culture, and so on. I doubt you will be interested.”

Song Zixi smiled when she heard that. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she said softly, “Young Master Luo, I recently heard that a story called ‘Romance of the West Chamber’ has been circulated. It has been passed down by word of mouth among the young ladies of various rich families and everyone is full of praises for it. I heard that the original version was circulated from the Qin residence.

Young Master Luo, do you know who wrote it?”

Luo Qingzhou said calmly, “I’ve never heard of it.”

His mother-in-law must have bragged about it.

Song Zixi smiled and did not probe further. She said, “Young Master Luo, I know about your talent. Later, the scholars will compete in poetry. Be sure not to miss it. I believe that with your talent, you will shock the world tonight. I will be eagerly looking forward to it.”

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, Zhu’er suddenly walked up quickly. When she passed by him, she glanced at him and then at Song Zixi. Without saying a word, she quickly walked to the girls’ table and said, “Miss, Madam wants you to go down..”