The snow is as white as catkins.
It fell on the exposed skin, feeling cool but not uncomfortable.
Luo Qingzhou was soaked in the snow, and suddenly thought that he would not only have to greet Miss Qin every night, but also come to greet his mother-in-law, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Miss Qin is so perfunctory, just call her "Miss".
Even if he wants to talk nonsense, people will ignore him.
But this mother-in-law...
But it’s hard to describe in one word.
Should I praise her beauty every time I come here from now on?
I have seen narcissistic people, but I have never seen such narcissistic people.
The point is, she is an elder, shouldn't she be more serious, serious, dignified, and reserved?
Something is wrong with the bride.
Something is wrong with the little maid.
I didn’t expect that something was wrong with this mother-in-law.
Something is wrong with the entire Qin family.
Luo Qingzhou sighed secretly in his heart, not wanting to worry about these trivial matters anymore.
It’s better to seize the time to practice.
Facing the wind and snow, we soon arrived at the courtyard where Miss Qin lived.
The courtyard door is open.
Suddenly there was a plaque on the door. On the plaque there were four big characters beautifully written: Lingchan Moon Palace.
There is also a line of small words below: No idlers are allowed to enter, anyone who enters will have their legs broken.
"Lingchan Moon Palace?"
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but smile.
This seems to be Bai Ling's handiwork.
But the name is quite appropriate. There are three fairies living in the Moon Palace.
One is dumb, one is cold, and one is... flower.
I like to pick flowers and there are many varieties.
The courtyard is quiet.
There was no sound and no one.
Luo Qingzhou walked directly in and followed the familiar path from the bluestone path next to the house to the back garden.
Even if it’s cold and windy outside and the snowflakes are falling.
The Fairy of the Moon Palace, dressed in white, was still sitting quietly in the pavilion by the pond, reading a book with a cold expression.
Bai Ling wore a pink dress and held a flower in her hand. She stood gracefully in the pavilion, winking playfully at him, but she wore a pink veil on her face, covering her mouth and nose.
Do you want to hide it?
Luo Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, walked over, stopped outside the pavilion, soaked in the wind and snow, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Miss."
The Fairy of the Moon Palace, dressed in white, looked up at him and nodded slightly in response. Her expression was calm and indifferent, as if she didn't recognize him.
Luo Qingzhou stood up straight and did not leave immediately this time. Instead, he looked at the pink girl next to her and said, "Miss Bailing, why are you wearing a veil today?"
Bai Ling sighed and said, "Uncle, I didn't sleep well last night. I was sick and coughing. I'm afraid of infecting the young lady and uncle."
After saying that, he pretended to cough a few times in a very fake way.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her neck.
The raised collar, with its snow-white fluff, just covered that area.
"Why do you keep staring at me? I'm shy."
Bai Ling twisted his body, pretending to be shy.
It was obvious that she had a guilty conscience when she dressed up like this.
Luo Qingzhou had understood in his heart, so he was no longer as cold and reserved towards her as before. He cupped his hands and said, "Miss Bailing, can you go to the front yard with me alone? I have something to say to Miss Bailing."
Bai Ling immediately covered his pretty face and said shyly: "Uncle... I don't want to talk to you alone... If I have something to say, just say it in front of the lady. I listen to the lady."
Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes, thought for a moment, glanced left and right, and said, "Isn't Miss Xia Chan not here today?"
Bai Ling immediately turned his body back, pouted his lips, looked at him quietly and said, "Is my uncle going to change his mind again? I don't want my uncle to agree, so my uncle is going to find Chan Chan?"
Luo Qingzhou looked around again, and then whispered: "Miss Bai Ling, what I want to tell you is actually about Miss Xia Chan. Can you go out with me?"
"About Chanchan?"
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Can I tell you something first? What about Chanchan?"
Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Since Miss Bai Ling doesn't want to listen, I'll leave."
After saying that, he stopped staying and turned around to leave.
Bellington became anxious and waved his hand quickly: "Uncle, wait for me! I want to listen!"
With that said, he chased him out of the garden.
Luo Qingzhou did not go to the front, but waited for her in the passage outside.
Bai Ling chased after him excitedly: "Uncle, what is it about Chanchan? Can you tell me now?"
"That's it."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, suddenly rushed to her, hugged her slender waist, held her in a circle like he did during the wedding night, and then roughly pressed her down next to him. On the wall, pressed against her body, staring at her.
"ah!"
Bai Ling exclaimed, her face turned pale, and she crossed her arms across her chest: "Aunt...Uncle, what do you want to do?"
Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes, held her slender waist with one hand, reached to her ear with the other, slowly took the veil from her face, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, let me see... …”
As he spoke, he took off all the veils from her face.
Sure enough, there was a bite mark on the pink and moist little mouth!
"Aunt...Uncle, don't...don't be like this, I'm...I'm shy..."
Bai Ling bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her face looked frightened and shy, but her pretty pink cheeks were not red.
Luo Qingzhou stared at her from close range with complicated eyes.
Bai Ling said shyly: "Uncle, you... what are you going to do? Do you want to be frivolous? I'm going to scream. If you don't... ugh..."
Suddenly, her eyes widened and the words in her mouth stopped abruptly.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly kissed her small mouth, hugged her slender waist tightly with his arms, kissed her fiercely, and took revenge on her...
After a long time, Fang bit her lip hard, let go and said, "Nothing, I just want to retaliate with tooth."
Bai Ling looked at him with her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly open, her heart beating fast, her breathing quickening, and her fair face finally stained with two blushes, as if she was frightened. She kept this posture and expression, motionless.
"Miss Bailing...thank you..."
Luo Qingzhou held her and stared at her for a while, then slowly let go of her and turned to leave.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Although you lied to me."
After that, he left in the wind and snow.
Bai Ling was still leaning against the corner, motionless, and stayed in a daze for a long time. Fang raised his jade finger and touched his lips.
Suddenly, she felt a chill coming over her. She turned around and saw that a cold girl in a light green dress was standing silently at the door of the back garden at some point, looking at her with cold eyes.
Bai Ling was quiet for a few seconds, glanced at her lips, and suddenly said with an aggrieved look on his face: "Chanchan, don't blame me, you have also seen that my uncle kissed me forcefully. My uncle is so domineering, so big, and so strong. I can't resist..."
Xia Chan held the sword and stared at her motionless in the wind and snow. The long black hair hanging down on her slender waist was swaying gently in the wind, just like the emotions in her eyes at this moment.
Bai Ling frowned, lowered his head, and sobbed pitifully: "Chanchan, I'm so pitiful... I was suddenly kissed by you forcefully this morning, and now I'm being treated like this by my uncle... wuwu, I don't want to live anymore..."
She pretended to cry for a while, and when she looked up, the girl holding the sword had left at some point.
She immediately chased after him and encouraged her aggrievedly: "Chanchan, I support you in punishing him, punishing him severely... I will accompany you tonight, okay?"
No one responded.
Only the cold wind blowing made me cry.
The Lingchan Moon Palace is also like the palace in the sky.
It's as cold as fantasy and as quiet as ever.
