The luncheon was sumptuous.
However, Luo Qingzhou had no appetite. After eating a few bites, he excused himself to go back to study and left.
He was very uncomfortable with the sudden enthusiasm of the Qin family towards him.
The eldest princess's behavior this morning has indeed elevated his status in the Qin family to the extreme. No one will ever mention the word son-in-law again.
When everyone faced him, they all smiled or looked respectful and cautious.
The younger generation of the Qin family are all envious.
But several elders of the Qin family knew very well what this incident meant.
They have been tied to the eldest princess.
With the eldest princess's attitude towards those nobles and the reforms she has been trying to promote, she and her followers will most likely become the object of resentment by those nobles.
But the matter has come to this, and there is no use in thinking about it.
With the power and strength of the eldest princess, maybe it can be successful.
When the time comes, the Qin family will naturally ascend to heaven.
During the meal, Qin Wenzheng, the second and fourth masters of the Qin family, and several elders all issued death orders. Anyone who dared to tell what happened today would be expelled from the Qin family or sink into the well.
The younger generation of the Qin family, as well as the maids and servants, were all silent and did not dare to discuss it further.
Although it is impossible to hide it, as long as they do not take the initiative to admit it, there may be room for maneuver.
It is estimated that even if the news spreads, no one will believe it.
Who would believe that Her Majesty the Princess would come to the Qin Mansion to become a disciple and give her a sword? Unless you see the sword with your own eyes.
Luo Qingzhou walked towards Meixiang Xiaoyuan, thinking about this matter all the way.
He suddenly remembered that the eldest princess had secretly given him a note.
What will be written on the note?
Return to Meixiang Garden.
Entering the study, he closed the door and opened the note.
The note said: Spring Garden Alley, Baiyuan Garden. After writing five chapters of the story, you can send it there, and someone will send it to me. If you have any other needs, please let the owner know. The scenery there is very beautiful. Sir, if you have nothing to do, you can go there to relax and enjoy the scenery. There will be someone to accompany you.
"Spring Garden Alley? Baiyuan Garden?"
Luo Qingzhou secretly remembered these two names.
The eldest princess should be leaving today. He has not finished writing "Story of the Three Kingdoms" and "Sima's Art of War".
Especially "Sima's Art of War", he had personally promised it to the eldest princess.
After thinking about it, he put away the note, walked to the desk, sat down, spread out the rice paper, studied the ink, picked up the pen, and began to copy "Sima's Art of War".
It took about half an hour to write.
Qiu'er knocked on the door and said, "Uncle, do you want some snacks?"
Luo Qingzhou stood up, moved his wrist, walked over and opened the door and said, "No, by the way Qiu'er, where is the sword given by the eldest princess?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu'er quickly pointed to the table in the middle of the living room.
Luo Qingzhou walked out of the room and looked there.
The sword named Golden Phoenix was wrapped in gauze and placed there neatly. There was a fruit plate in front and even sandalwood sticks.
The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched and he asked: "Who told you to let it go like this?"
Qiu'er blushed and said: "Uncle, we don't know where to put it. Butler Zhou said that this sword is very precious and represents the eldest princess. It must not be neglected and must be put away, so Xiaodie and I..."
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but laugh. Without saying anything more, he walked over, took down the sword, and observed it carefully.
The sword looked very long, and in the hand it seemed much heavier than Xia Chan's sword.
The hilt of the sword was made of unknown material. It looked like metal, but it was extremely soft to hold.
The scabbard is gorgeous and noble, engraved with a flying golden phoenix and several strange symbols.
Luo Qingzhou touched it with his hand. It was also very soft, as if it was made of some kind of leather. It was very comfortable to hold in his hand.
"Bang!"
Luo Qingzhou suddenly pulled out.
Golden light flashes!
A broad dark golden sword blade was exposed, with a shallow blood groove engraved in the middle. The blood groove was crooked and engraved with dense patterns like tadpoles.
The blades on both sides are very sharp and as thin as cicada wings.
"Zheng——"
Luo Qingzhou pulled out the entire sword blade and found that the sword was at least a full foot longer and two fingers wider than Xia Chan's sword.
At the same time, the hilt of the sword can be held with both hands.
Xia Chan's sword seems to be light and agile.
And this golden phoenix seems to be following the path of Shen Meng.
Although the overall weight is not much heavier, the broad blade, unusual length, and dark gold luster give it a fierce aura.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but think of the eldest princess's slender fingers and delicate figure. He didn't know if she deliberately forged such a sword, or if the late emperor forged it without consulting her, or if this sword was just for viewing. of.
But I heard that the eldest princess has a blood moon gun, which is very heavy. Maybe the eldest princess takes the brave route.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, put down the scabbard, held the sword, left the house, went down the steps, and came to the courtyard.
He clenched the sword in his hand and stood still in the courtyard, carefully recalling Xia Chan's sword moves every time.
Qiu'er stood under the eaves and asked curiously: "Sir, can you also dance with a sword?"
Luo Qingzhou raised the sword in his hand, took a stance, and said, "What do you think?"
Qiu'er smiled and said: "I heard that many scholars would hang swords on their waists when going out. I also heard that in the previous dynasty, other people were not allowed to go out with swords. Only scholars could wear swords. I guess there are many scholars who can dance swords. .”
Luo Qingzhou wanted to say that they were all pretending.
"Uh-huh!"
He stabbed out a sword smoothly.
Then, the second sword, the third sword.
The speed was very slow at first, a little unfamiliar, and gradually it started to get faster.
The girl in the light green dress in his mind seemed to be teaching him swordsmanship. It was clearly in his mind, with the hem of her skirt flying in the air and dancing with the sword in his pupils.
He followed her movements and became more and more skilled.
Under the eaves, Qiu'er watched with a smile on her face at first, thinking that her uncle just thought it was fun and wanted to swing the sword a few times. Unexpectedly, the movements became more and more beautiful and faster.
At the same time, even though she was standing under the eaves, she suddenly felt a fierce momentum coming towards her face.
The petals on the ground began to swirl with the figure.
The figure wearing a large Confucian robe moved faster and faster, his sleeves and robes were whistling, his clothes were hunting, the sword in his hand was shining, and his eyes were like stars.
Qiu'er opened her eyes wide and looked motionless.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
After Luo Qingzhou danced a few more moves, he stopped. His face was not red, he was not out of breath, and his clothes were covered with pink petals.
He raised the sword in his hand and was observing the blade carefully when he suddenly heard an extremely slight noise coming from behind him.
Without any hesitation, he turned around with a "swish" sound and stabbed him with his sword.
"Zheng——"
A buzz.
It was actually a stone that hit the tip of the sword he thrust out!
In other words, he actually turned around and stabbed a stone flying towards him!
He was stunned for a moment and looked up at the courtyard door.
Xia Chan, wearing a light green dress, stood there, holding a sword in her hand and looking at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her blankly, thinking that this girl must have noticed that he had imitated her movements just now, and his cheeks suddenly felt a little hot, and he said, "Miss Xia Chan, when did you come?"
Xia Chan held the sword and stood there with a cold face and did not respond.
Luo Qingzhou picked up the stone from the ground and said, "Did you throw it?"
After saying that, he suddenly threw it back towards her and said, "Give it back to you."
"Zheng!"
With a flash of cold light, the flying stone was immediately split in half and fell to the ground.
Luo Qingzhou didn't even see her draw and sheath her sword, he only heard a voice.
Obviously, she drew and sheathed the sword too quickly, and the two sounds seemed to come out at the same time!
Luo Qingzhou was secretly speechless.
I haven't seen this girl take action in a few days. It seems that her sword is faster!
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to play with the ax anymore. Just when he was about to take the sword back to the house, Xia Chan suddenly walked down the steps and walked towards him, saying in a cold voice: "Stab me."
"ah?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her blankly.
Xia Chan stopped in front of him, holding the sword in her hand, looking at him with cold eyes and said: "Stab."
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said: "Xia Chan, although you are very fast, are you too close? I'm afraid... Huh?"
Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.
"boom!"
Then, a small foot suddenly stretched out from behind and kicked him firmly on the butt.
Luo Qingzhou turned around suddenly.
"Stab me."
Xia Chan stood behind him and said coldly again.
Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate anymore, tightened the sword in his hand and stabbed it with a "swish".
Xia Chan turned slightly to avoid the edge of his sword, and the scabbard in her hand was pressed against his throat at some point.
Luo Qingzhou immediately retreated, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, suddenly rushed over, and slashed down with a "swish" sound.
Xia Chan suddenly appeared on his right side, the sword scabbard in her hand silently pressed against his throat again.
Luo Qingzhou was secretly shocked.
This girl is so fast!
I don’t know what kind of skills she has practiced these days, but she is obviously more powerful than before.
Luo Qingzhou paused, looked at the little girl under the eaves, and said: "Qiu'er, go out first, close the courtyard door, and go play with Xiaodie. You are not needed here."
Qiu'er was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "Oh, okay."
She didn't dare to ask any more questions, she immediately walked down the steps, walked out quickly, and closed the courtyard door.
"Is Sister Xia Chan teaching my uncle how to practice swordsmanship?"
She thought to herself.
In the courtyard.
The afternoon sun shone lazily on the two of them.
The breeze blows and the petals are flying.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the cold girl in front of him. His temperament suddenly changed and he became fierce. He clenched his fists and said: "Chanchan, you know my uncle's secret. Thank you for not telling others. Today, I decided to use my uncle's real... My strength, I will compete with you to let you know how powerful I am! If you are offended, please don’t blame me, okay?"
Xia Chan looked at him coldly, took two steps back, clenched the sword in her hand, and said, "Okay."
Luo Qingzhou carefully placed the sword in his hand on the stone table next to him.
Immediately, he walked over and stood three meters away from her. His eyes were focused, his whole body was tense, he clenched his fists, and reminded: "Chanchan, be careful, my uncle's fists are not vegetarian. One punch Go down, you may cry for a long time!"
Xia Chan: "Heh."
Luo Qingzhou felt that he was being slighted by this little girl, so he decided not to hide his secrets anymore. He bent his knees and arched his body slightly. The internal energy in his body surged, and his fascial muscles tightened, preparing to eject and pounce on her!
Unexpectedly, at this time, Xia Chan suddenly said coldly: "No, sprinkle it with lime."
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
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Tonight is gone, gone, gone, gone...
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