The next day.
It's just dawn.
Luo Qingzhou got up early under Xiaodie's service.
After washing up, he waited outside the small courtyard.
Not long after.
Bai Ling is wearing a pink floral dress, like a butterfly picking up dew in the morning, with a light figure and flying in.
"My uncle got up really early."
This pretty girl had two sweet dimples on her face. After greeting Luo Qingzhou, she looked at Xiaodie behind him and said with a smile: "Xiaodie, did you sleep well last night?"
Xiaodie lowered her head and said with a blushing face, "Yeah."
Last night, the young master held her feet and she slept so soundly. She didn't dare to move. When she woke up in the morning, her feet were numb.
Bai Ling's eyes flashed, and without saying anything more, he smiled and said, "Let's go, the lady is waiting for you."
The master and servant immediately followed her.
Luo Qingzhou began to feel nervous and expectant again.
It was as if I was meeting that girl for the first time.
Bai Ling led the two of them through the corridor, around several rockeries on the flower beds, and then entered a round door, stopping outside a courtyard.
As soon as Luo Qingzhou stood still, he suddenly felt a familiar chill coming over him.
Looking up, I didn't know when a beautiful and cold figure appeared at the door.
I saw that she was wearing a light green dress, with black hair hanging vertically from her waist. Her slender waist was graceful, her figure was slender and graceful, her arms were folded across her chest, and she was holding a sword in her arms. Her pretty face was as cold as ice.
Those dark and cold eyes were staring at him coldly.
It was the girl named Xia Chan.
Luo Qingzhou only glanced at it, then immediately withdrew his gaze and looked elsewhere.
Bai Ling said that he could not look at this girl.
Although he had never seen this girl's sword skills with his own eyes, the sudden chill was real.
Every time he saw this girl, he felt chills on his neck.
Judging from the girl's attitude towards him, it was obvious that he felt that his young lady had been wronged by marrying him.
So it was very unpleasant to see him.
Luo Qingzhou could understand her feelings very well.
If it were him, he would be unhappy too.
After all, with Miss Qin’s peerless appearance and grace, how many men in the world can be worthy of her? Not to mention him, a worthless bastard of the Luo family.
He is self-aware.
So, he just tried not to provoke her.
"Uncle, Xia Chan is looking at you. Why don't you look at her? Isn't she pretty enough?"
Bai Ling on the side looked at the excitement and asked with a smile.
Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear, turned around, looked at the scenery in the distance and said: "Xiaodie, look, the weather is good today."
Xiaodie next to her could only lower her head and replied: "Well, it's not bad."
Bai Ling smiled and deliberately agreed: "Yes, that's good. I like to watch the weather, but don't you like to see Xia Chan? Sure enough, Xia Chan isn't pretty enough."
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
At this time, a figure walked out of the door.
Bai Ling suppressed his smile and stepped forward to stand respectfully.
Xia Chan also lowered her arms, holding the sword in her hand, her pretty face still as cold as ice.
Luo Qingzhou turned around and looked at the person walking out, his eyes could not help showing a hint of surprise again, he lowered his head and said respectfully: "Miss."
Xiaodie also quickly lowered her head and said: "Miss."
Qin Jianjia was still wearing a plain white dress. There was no decoration on her beautiful cheeks, but her beauty was flawless.
The rising sun fell on her body, seeming to coat her with a layer of holy brilliance.
Beautiful and illusory.
Even though they were so close, Luo Qingzhou felt that the girl in front of him was ethereal and dreamy, not like a human girl.
She glanced at him lightly, said nothing, and walked towards the path ahead.
Bai Ling and Xia Chan followed behind.
Luo Qingzhou came to his senses and quickly followed with Xiaodie.
Qin Wenzheng was already waiting in the lobby.
In the courtyard outside, several loads of gifts for homecoming have been prepared.
But the courtyard was empty, without any servants.
Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin into the hall, bowed his head and called out "Father" to the middle-aged man in the hall.
Qin Wenzheng nodded and looked at the two of them, as if he wanted to give some instructions, but in the end he just said "Go early and come back early" and waved them away.
The two of them left the hall.
Luo Qingzhou stopped and fell a few steps behind.
After Bai Ling and Xia Chan followed Miss Qin, he followed with Xiaodie.
Several people walked out of the courtyard along the clean bluestone path.
Then he walked out of the Qin Mansion directly from the gate.
Parked at the door outside the mansion was a gorgeously decorated carriage.
The driver was a burly woman wearing a straw hat and black attire.
When Qin Jianjia walked down the steps, the burly woman had already bent down to open the car curtain and placed a low stool on the ground.
After Qin Jianjia got on the carriage, the burly woman still lifted the curtain.
But no one got on the bus again.
"Anyone else?"
Just when Luo Qingzhou was wondering, he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him.
The burly woman said with a dull face: "Uncle, it's time to get in the car."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, feeling that he must have heard wrong. This burly woman asked him to get in the car and sit with Miss Qin?
Bai Ling on the side chuckled and said, "Uncle, go up. This is the rule. You can't walk when you return home."
Only then did Luo Qingzhou confirm that he heard correctly.
but……
The chill and murderous aura on the side was so strong.
He turned his head and glanced at the cold girl next to him. Without daring to hesitate, he immediately stepped forward and stepped on the stool.
Who knows whether it was because he was too nervous or he had practiced too hard in the past two days. Just as he was about to board the carriage, his feet suddenly slipped and his body tilted and he was about to fall down.
Xiaodie suddenly let out an exclamation.
But the burly woman just glanced at him lightly, and suddenly grabbed his collar with her other hand. With a gentle pull, she picked him up like an eagle catching a chicken, and threw him directly into the carriage. .
"boom!"
Luo Qingzhou crawled into the carriage covered with velvet carpets, holding something soft on his head. He smelled a faint fragrance in his nose. When he looked up, he saw that it was Miss Qin's white skirt, and he suddenly felt a rush in his heart. Trembling, he hurriedly moved his limbs back together and stood up.
"If my uncle can't even get into the carriage, I advise you not to come out in the future. It's embarrassing."
The burly woman had a dull face and sneered unceremoniously, lowered the curtain and got into the carriage.
"Sure enough, he is just a weak scholar. He just exerted a little strength and he couldn't stand still. It's pitiful for my young lady to marry such a useless boy. I really don't know what the master thinks..."
Luo Qingzhou heard what this burly woman was thinking.
He narrowed his eyes, neither spoke nor looked around. He sat down in the corner opposite Miss Qin, lowered his head and looked at his feet.
Qin Jianjia looked at him calmly and said nothing.
The carriage started to move.
The carriage was quiet.
The girl's faint fragrance floats in the air, like snowdrops blooming in the white snow, pure and charming.
Luo Qingzhou's heart was filled with excitement, and his eyes secretly moved forward on the ground. Looking at the snow-white skirt in front of him and the slender little feet looming under the skirt, he couldn't help but think of the lingering night again.
The carriage quickly arrived at the busy street.
The sound of vendors shouting came from outside the window.
There was no sound in the carriage.
Luo Qingzhou secretly hoped that this road would be as long as possible.
Although it was stressful to stay with this girl, I also felt extremely peaceful and content.
While he continued to secretly look at the hem of the skirt on the ground and think wildly, the door curtain suddenly moved, and a figure walked in with a cold wind.
Immediately, he sat down opposite him, with his arms folded across his chest and a sword in his arms, his pretty face frosty, and his cold eyes staring at him.
A sword seals the throat, named Xia Chan.
Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, lowered his head, looked at his toes, and then closed his eyes again, pretending to close his eyes to rest.
The carriage jolted along.
The carriage was silent.
Neck feels cold.
Luo Qingzhou seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.
This road suddenly feels so far away.
