In the small courtyard, the sun is shining brightly.
Bai Ling was dressed in a pink dress and was standing in the small courtyard, holding a small black whip in her hand and looking at him seriously.
Not far away, under the eaves, next to the exquisitely carved window lattice, Xia Chan held her sword, as cold as ice and snow, looking at him with the same cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them.
"Uncle, do you know you were wrong?"
Bai Ling snorted coldly, spoke suddenly, and shook the small leather whip in his hand.
Luo Qingzhou stood still: "I don't know."
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know? I know that man humiliated my Qin family, humiliated my young lady, regretted the engagement and broke off the engagement, which is extremely abominable. Why did you bring him here to make my young lady angry?"
Luo Qingzhou calmly replied: "First, I can't refuse. Butler Zhou and you didn't refuse, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come here. Second, I know that Miss Xia Chan won't let him in, and I also know that he won't be able to see her. To the eldest lady. Third..."
Bai Ling's eyes moved: "What is the third one?"
"Third, I want to take a breath."
Luo Qingzhou said calmly.
Bai Ling was stunned: "Take a breath?"
Immediately, his expression changed, as if he understood something, and he said again: "Did I get angry like this?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head to the cold girl under the eaves and cupped his hands: "Some of them came out. Thank you Miss Xia Chan for letting me see his frustrated look for the first time and letting me know that he can also be timid."
The girl under the eaves gave a cold "hum" and turned her pretty face away.
The seriousness on Bai Ling's face disappeared and he suddenly smiled: "Uncle, are you timid? Who are you afraid of? Chanchan or Miss? Or me?"
Luo Qingzhou did not answer, but cupped his hands: "If Miss Bai Ling is okay, then I will go back to study."
Bai Ling smiled and said: "Uncle, you haven't thanked Chanchan yet. Chanchan helped you vent your anger, is it enough for you to just say thank you?"
Luo Qingzhou raised his head, glanced at her, and then looked at the girl under the eaves and window lattice.
But at some point, the girl was no longer there.
As expected, there is no sound when coming or going.
Bai Ling rolled up the small leather whip in his hand and said: "Uncle, the lady is reading in the garden behind. Go and say hello to the lady. You want to accompany the madam tonight, so you don't need to come."
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, his heart moved slightly, reading?
From the first time they met until now, he has never seen Miss Qin reading a book. Every time he sees her, he is in a daze.
Bai Ling led him through the corridor, around the house, and through the side passage to the back garden.
"Miss, my uncle is here."
Luo Qingzhou followed behind and entered through the round door covered with green vines. He suddenly heard the sound of sword practice in his ears.
He stared.
In the pavilion in front, a girl in a white dress sat there quietly, looking at the book in her hand.
The bright sunshine was cut by the branches and leaves outside the pavilion, and fell on her black waterfall-like hair. The stars were jumping gently in the breeze, like naughty elves.
That side face bathed in sunshine is flawless.
In the open space outside the pavilion, a pretty girl in a green skirt was holding a sword and dancing fiercely in the sun.
Her waist is as slender as a willow, her skirt is like a flower, her long hair is dancing, and her figure is graceful.
The early-blooming plum blossoms on both sides were falling, swirling around her delicate and light body, as if they were playing and dancing with her.
Those dark and bright eyes were still as cold as winter.
"Uncle..."
While Luo Qingzhou was watching silently, Bai Ling suddenly came up to him and whispered: "Chanchan is dancing with the sword. She is either happy or angry. What do you think she is doing this time?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, ignored her, walked outside the pavilion, and through the vermilion railing, bowed his head to the girl in the pavilion and called out softly: "Miss."
Qin Jianjia paused for a while, then raised her head slightly and looked at him calmly.
After looking at it for a moment, he nodded slightly, lowered his head again, and continued reading.
Still didn't speak.
But this time, there was finally some response.
Luo Qingzhou was ready to leave.
Bai Ling quickly reminded in a low voice: "Uncle, Chanchan is dancing with the sword. You should watch before leaving. Otherwise Chanchan will feel that you don't give her face and she will be angry."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the graceful and cold figure in the courtyard again, ignored her, and walked straight towards the round door.
He would no longer believe the words of this Bailing girl at all.
If he really stood here and peeked, the sword that was playing with the flowers would probably kill him later.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
Just as he was walking towards the round door, the sword's power suddenly changed speed!
The sword wind swished, and the sword light filled the garden, ringing in his ears like a violent storm.
At the same time, a chill came over.
Instantly, he felt a chill running down his spine and itching on his neck.
His steps froze and he stood there, not moving again.
But the chill still locked onto him, making him involuntarily stand on his head.
He froze in place for a few seconds, then slowly turned his head and looked at the beautiful figure in the courtyard with a flowing skirt and dancing black hair.
The petals are like rain, and the pretty face is covered with frost.
The sword in the girl's hand suddenly slowed down again, and the sword light shining all over the garden gradually faded away.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt the chill that enveloped his whole body and disappeared quietly without knowing when.
Everything is back to normal.
It seemed as if everything he had just encountered was just an illusion.
He was stunned, still standing there, looking at the slender and cold figure, motionless.
Bai Ling came over, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Uncle, why don't you leave?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword-dancing figure without squinting and ignored her.
Bai Ling also looked over and whispered: "Uncle, does it look good? If I think it looks good, I can go to the young lady and ask this little girl to come over and be my bridegroom, okay?" "
Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.
After another moment, the cold figure dancing the sword among the petals finally stopped.
"Zheng!"
The sword is sheathed.
The girl looked at him with cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.
Bai Ling hurriedly shouted from behind: "Uncle, you just said that Chan Chan was so cocky when she danced the sword. Is that true? Am I cocky?"
"..."
Luo Qingzhou quickly walked out of the courtyard and quickly disappeared.
"Chanchan, don't look at me like that. My uncle really said it just now. He said it secretly into my ear, and he almost bit my ear."
Bai Ling said with a smile.
Xia Chan held the sword and stood under the plum blossom tree handsomely, looking at her coldly.
"By the way Chanchan, my uncle just said that your breasts are smaller than mine. Who made you shy? You wrapped them up so tightly on purpose. Yours are obviously bigger than mine. Next time you see my uncle, you must take the initiative to defend yourself. , so that my uncle won’t misunderstand.”
Bai Ling continued to tease.
Xia Chan held the sword, turned away, and looked away, her pretty face still as cold as ice.
The girl sitting in the pavilion reading a book seemed to turn a blind eye to the excitement outside the pavilion, still lowering her head and reading quietly.
The morning wind is particularly naughty.
It passed by the girl's ears, blew her hair, and carried the fragrance of the newly blooming flowers on the branches, spinning gracefully and dancing in the garden.
Luo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard and closed the door.
Then he entered the house, took out the sun and moon mirror from under the bed, turned up the side with the sun carved on it, and placed it on the desk in front of the window, facing the sun.
Luo Yu's arrival today has strengthened his determination to practice.
In this era, the gap in status comes from origin and is difficult to change.
Even Yuan, who once had all the power in the country, could not even put his mother into the family grave because he was a concubine.
But one's own strength can be changed.
Weak people follow the rules.
And the strong can make the rules.
Therefore, he must become stronger!
