"Whoosh!"
The duel begins.
"Forehead……"
The duel is over.
Luo Qingzhou had just ejected, and before his fist could be punched out, the sharp sword tip was already pressed against his neck.
A hint of coldness, the skin is cold.
"again!"
He put away his fists and took a few steps back.
Then he arched his body, clenched his fists again, stared at the figure in front of him, and said: "Start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out with a "swish" sound like a sharp arrow!
But the figure in front has disappeared.
The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp sword tip had touched his skin.
He froze on the spot, his raised fist falling down feebly.
"Come again!"
"..."
The side of my neck felt cold, and the tip of the sword touched it again...
Luo Qingzhou finally couldn't help but said: "Chanchan, can you slow down a little? At least, let me punch out your fist once?"
Xia Chan put away her sword and said coldly: "You are too slow."
Luo Qingzhou was slumped and said: "I admit that I am slow. But can you let me punch him a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable holding it in."
"Ah."
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she had no intention of giving in.
Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated again, he put away his fists, went over to pick up the sword, and returned to the room and said, "I won't play with you anymore, it's boring."
Xia Chan stood in the courtyard, looked at his back, paused, and suddenly said: "I let you."
Luo Qingzhou walked to the eaves, turned to look at her and said, "Let me stop playing with you."
After that, he entered the house.
The sword was sheathed and put away in the storage bag.
Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.
The room fell silent.
There was also silence in the courtyard.
The breeze blows, and the petals are flying on the peach blossom trees.
The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time. Fang lowered her head, inserted the sword into the sheath, and turned around to leave.
After taking two steps, the study window suddenly opened.
Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, do you know how to grind ink?"
Xia Chan paused, startled, turned her head, and was about to shake her head when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write something, and there is no one to help me grind the ink. I can't do it alone. If you can, come in and help me." one time."
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"Come in quickly."
Luo Qingzhou shouted.
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps and walked into the house.
He stopped at the door of the study.
She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again.
"Squeak..."
The door opens.
Luo Qingzhou appeared inside and said, "Take off your shoes and come in. Why are you dawdling?"
Xia Chan glanced at him, then at the spotless snow-white carpet and furnishings full of scholarly atmosphere in the study. She lowered her head slightly and hesitated: "I...I won't go in...ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, picked up one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoe, revealing a delicate little foot wearing a snow-white stocking.
"you……"
"What are you doing? It's not like I didn't help you take off your clothes that night under the bridge."
Luo Qingzhou looked matter-of-fact, then picked up her other foot and helped her take off her shoe.
Then without any explanation, he pulled her in.
Immediately, the door was closed.
Xia Chan stood at the door, clenching the sword in her hand, with two faint blushes on her pretty face. She bit her pink lips. She wanted to retaliate and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the window. He sat down in front of the desk with his back to her and urged: "Come on, I'm going to write."
"oh……"
Xia Chan was immediately discouraged. She moved her delicate little feet and walked over cautiously.
Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmers on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the smell of books in this space, and then looking at the graceful figure in Confucian robes sitting in front of the desk, The inferiority complex in her heart suddenly became stronger.
When she walked to the desk and looked at the inkstone and ink sticks that represented talented literary women, she was immediately at a loss and even more panicked.
She had never touched these things and had no idea what to do with them.
Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink block, and brought the inkstone in front of him. While gently grinding it, he lowered his head and said, "Look, if you grind slowly like this, you will be able to grind out a lot very quickly." Don’t stop the juice, make it even, not too thick or too light, and add water appropriately..."
A faint fragrance of ink suddenly hit my nose.
Xia Chan lowered her head and said "oh" in a humble voice. She hesitated and put the sword in her hand on the window sill next to her.
Luo Qingzhou put down the ink block, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said: "Sit down and grind, take your time at first, don't rush, you will become proficient after a while."
Xia Chan did not sit down, but stood nearby, reached out and carefully picked up the ink block, and began to grind it slowly in the inkstone.
At first I was very unfamiliar and nervous, but slowly I became proficient.
"Yes, that's it, continue."
Luo Qingzhou praised him, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write the unfinished "The Art of War of Sima".
The brush strokes are gentle and the ink falls elegantly, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Not long after, I had already written a long article.
Xia Chan silently studied the ink while peeking, her eyes wandering, and the coldness on her pretty face had become extremely soft before she knew it, and it seemed that she didn't even notice it.
The room was filled with heat and smoke, making it extremely warm.
The drip under the eaves was dripping with water.
Time passed silently.
An afternoon passed quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it was already evening.
The ink stick in Xia Chan's hand was almost gone, and her white little hands were already covered with black ink.
Luo Qingzhou finished writing "The Art of War of Sima" and two more chapters of "The Story of the Three Kingdoms" before he stopped writing.
He put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired? You've been grinding for so long."
Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the rice paper in front of him with several pages of densely written small words, and whispered: "You are the only one who is tired."
Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head to dry the ink, and carefully rolled up the rice paper.
Then he stood up and said: "Chanchan, I remember I promised you last time that after the task is completed that night, I will take you to eat delicious food. Do you remember? Let's go tonight, okay?"
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Okay."
She suddenly remembered something again, put down the ink stick in her hand, picked up her sword from the window sill with her other clean hand, and said, "I'll go back."
After saying that, he turned around and left the room.
After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a moment, then quickly walked to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, just the two of us can go, don't tell Bai Ling."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and followed her gaze. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink girl in a pink skirt was standing there pretty, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand. eyes were looking at him.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"Woo...Woo..."
The girl under the tree suddenly started crying. She rubbed her eyes with her little fists, turned around and ran out of the courtyard. As she ran, she cried: "Don't mess with me anymore, wuwu..."
Xia Chan turned her head and looked at the window.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.
Luo Qingzhou was embarrassed in front of the window for a while, then picked up the rice paper on the table and put it into a storage bag.
Then he washed his hands and went out.
Xia Chan returned to Lingchan Moon Palace, entered the room, walked to the closet, and took out the money bag from the inside.
She first took some broken silver from her purse.
After thinking about it, I took some more.
He hesitated for a while.
Then, he put the entire money bag on his body.
When Luo Qingzhou came to Lingchan Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, pouting, tearing off petals in his hands, tearing off a piece, and said: "Smelly uncle..."
He tore another piece and said again: "Bad uncle..."
"Smelly uncle, bad uncle, smelly uncle, bad uncle..."
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bailing, I was wrong. I actually didn't mean that..."
"Smelly uncle! Bad uncle! Sexy uncle! Liar uncle!"
Bai Ling suddenly stood up, quickly tore off the petals, then turned around and continued to rub his eyes with his little fists, and ran into the house with a "wuwuwu" sound.
When Luo Qingzhou followed, she had already ran into the room and closed the door.
In the room, there was a cry of "wuwuwu", full of grievances.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand and knock on the door. Just after knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.
It turned out that the door was not locked, but only ajar.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, opened the door, walked in, closed the door again, and then apologized and explained: "Bailing, I shouldn't have said that just now, but I really didn't mean what you thought. Xia Chan helped last time My aunt, my aunt promised at that time that he would take her out to eat delicious food. My aunt knows that one of you must stay alone to watch the eldest lady, so my aunt told Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because he was afraid that you would be angry after hearing this. Actually, I have thought about it, I will take you out alone next time, or maybe tomorrow, okay?"
"Woo..."
Bai Ling was still lying on the bed, crying very sadly.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and say, "Bailing, don't cry. How about we all go out together later? Will the eldest lady go out too?"
Bai Ling immediately said: "Miss will not go out! Oh..."
Luo Qingzhou sat down by the bed, touched her raised butt and said, "Bailing..."
"ah!"
Bailing suddenly exclaimed, turned over hurriedly, covered his butt, opened his eyes wide, looked at him with a frightened face and said: "Uncle, you... why are you touching someone's butt?"
Luo Qingzhou saw that she was not crying at all, and her eye circles were not even red. He couldn't help but said in a funny and angry tone: "What do you mean? I want to be jealous of you."
Bai Ling: "..."
The room is full of pink, covered by curtains, and has a delicate fragrance.
A man and a woman were sitting on the edge of a soft bed, looking at each other in an ambiguous atmosphere.
Bai Ling felt a little panicked and immediately stood up to run away. Luo Qingzhou grabbed her waist, caught her back and sat her on his lap.
"Uncle, don't...don't be shy...well..."
Luo Qingzhou kissed her small mouth.
Bai Ling sat in his arms, twisting and struggling, with an expression begging for mercy, and her arms slowly hugged his neck...
The kiss lasted for a long time, then Fang stopped.
Luo Qingzhou let go of her mouth and said, "What are you doing?"
Bai Ling's face was flushed, and she looked at him with blurred eyes and said: "No... don't be shy..."
Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, his hand slid down her slender waist, and when he was about to put it into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door.
At some point, the door opened quietly, and Xia Chan stood there, silently.
Luo Qingzhou's hand froze and he hurriedly took it away.
"Xia Chan is here..."
he whispered.
The girl in his arms finally woke up, turned her head, looked at the door, and quietly took her little hands out of his clothes.
Then she suddenly jumped down from his lap, clenched her two small fists immediately, rubbed her eyes and started to moan, complaining aggrievedly: "Chanchan, Chanchan, uncle, he... he He was jealous of others again, wuwu... Fortunately, he would rather die than surrender and didn't let him succeed, wu..."
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