the next day.
Xiaodie stayed in bed and got up late again.
Last time she blushed and said that the young master was pressing her hair and couldn't get up. This time she said shyly: "It hurts..."
Luo Qingzhou didn't do anything bad to her last night, he just accidentally pressed her arm...
"Next time, each will sleep on one side."
Luo Qingzhou rubbed her arms and got up.
Seeing this, the little girl quickly got up from the quilt, knelt beside the bed, helped him get dressed, pouted her little mouth and muttered: "I don't want it, I want to sleep with the young master."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her, got out of bed and walked to the window.
Opening the window, a blast of cold air hit my face.
But the breath is extremely refreshing.
The snow has not stopped, but it has fallen very lightly.
Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, like withered white petals, decorating the scenery outside the window.
The biting cold wind also stopped temporarily.
In the small courtyard, the pear trees are blooming like flowers.
Other flowers, plants and trees are all white.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, looking at the snowy scene outside, thinking about last night's out-of-body experience and the ghostly kid.
Xiaodie got dressed, with her waist-length black hair spread loosely. She took a comb in her little hand, came to his back, and gently helped him comb his hair, looking like a well-behaved, soft, and lovable little boy.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, suddenly turned around and hugged her slender waist, picked her up, put her on the table next to him, and let her sit there.
Then he bent down and looked at her.
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, her fair face gradually stained with two blushes, and she said shyly: "Master, you...what are you doing?"
"What are you doing? Just look at you."
Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand to tug at her delicate face and said with a smile: "I finally gained some fat, and she is much cuter than before."
Xiaodie immediately became nervous, touched her little face and said: "Master, slave...has slave gained weight?"
"No, that's good."
Luo Qingzhou touched her slender calf again and said: "It's not fat or thin now, it's just right. It's not like before, it was all bones to the touch, and it's uncomfortable to hold."
Xiaodie lowered her head shyly, her heart filled with joy.
As long as the young master likes it.
...as long as it's comfortable.
Luo Qingzhou saw that she was showing off the shyness and romance of a young girl again. She looked so cute and charming, so he couldn't help but leaned forward, kissed her red cheek, and said, "Okay, don't be silly. It’s time to get to work.”
"Oh, oh oh."
The little girl was stunned for a moment, then woke up immediately, covered her face, jumped off the table, and ran out to prepare breakfast shyly and sweetly.
finish breakfast.
Xiaodie went out to study with Xiaotao and the others again.
Luo Qingzhou read for a while and saw that the snow was getting lighter. Then he went out and walked towards Miss Qin's residence.
He hasn't been there yet, he only knows the general direction.
When he passed Miss Qin's door, he paused and glanced at the closed courtyard door. When he was about to leave, the courtyard door suddenly opened with a "squeak".
Bai Ling, dressed in a pink dress, appeared at the door, her beautiful eyes were flowing, and two shallow dimples were revealed on her pretty face. She smiled sweetly and said: "Uncle, are you here to pay your respects to the young lady so early?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her lips and then at her neck.
Today, her collar was a round collar, not raised up, and she was not wearing a scarf, revealing her fair and slender swan neck.
There are no traces left on it.
"I'm just passing by. I'm going to pay my respects to the second lady."
Luo Qingzhou told the truth.
He looked at the sweet girl in front of him, and felt a strange emotion in his heart unconsciously.
When Bai Ling heard this, he looked at him suspiciously: "Uncle, what do you want to do? Why did you go to provoke the second lady again?"
Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "Madam asked me to go."
After a pause, he added: "I just went to say hello and chat with the second lady for a while. I have no other intention."
Bai Ling stared at him with a serious expression, and suddenly smiled with a smile as bright as a flower: "Are you explaining to me?"
Then he winked playfully and whispered: "Are you afraid that I will misunderstand you, or are you afraid that the lady will misunderstand you? Or..."
"Farewell."
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more and turned to leave.
Bai Ling said quickly: "Uncle, have you been to the second lady's place? Do you know where she lives?"
Luo Qingzhou didn't look back and said, "I will ask others."
Bai Ling stared at his back for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and ran back to the house, and then quickly ran out again, holding a pink flower oil paper umbrella in his hand. He caught up and opened it, walked with him, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I will go with you."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the flower umbrella above his head, then at her, but hesitated to speak.
Bai Ling smiled and stretched out the umbrella in front of him: "Uncle, please hold it. You are tall and I am tired of holding it."
Luo Qingzhou said: "You can fight it yourself, I don't have to."
Bai Ling didn't say anything, and the flower umbrella in his hand was still placed in front of him, with a stubborn look on his face.
Luo Qingzhou frowned and saw that her head was covered with snow. He hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to take the umbrella and hold it between the two of them, leaning towards her.
Bai Ling raised his head and glanced at his handsome and calm profile. His eyes moved and he said no more.
She glanced back.
Under the eaves in the distance, among the falling snowflakes, a hazy and slender figure stood vaguely, cold and cold, even colder than snow.
Luo Qingzhou held an umbrella and walked with the girl beside him in the falling snow. He smelled the fragrance of her hair and felt her breath with his body. He couldn't help but think of the intimacy that night again.
Just as he was about to speak, Bai Ling suddenly ran to the flowerbed next to him, picked off a flower with ice and snow, ran back and handed it to him, with bright eyes and white teeth: "Uncle, this is for you."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and did not answer: "Just take it, I don't like it."
Bai Ling was slightly startled: "Why? Flowers are so beautiful and fragrant. Since ancient times, talented people have compared beauty to delicate flowers. My uncle has also written poems about flowers and moonlight. How could he not like flowers?"
Luo Qingzhou just didn't want to accept the flowers she sent.
How can a man accept flowers from a woman?
Thinking about her activeness and his passivity every time they had sex, he would not accept it even more.
"Flowers are flowers after all. No matter how beautiful they are, no one is beautiful. No matter how fragrant they are, no one is fragrant. Girl Bailing is right in front of me. She is more beautiful than the flowers and more fragrant than the flowers. Why do I need flowers? "
He looked ahead and said something casually.
It was really just perfunctory and casual, he swore.
"Um?"
He stopped and looked back.
The girl suddenly stopped where she was and did not move forward any further. She stared at him with her beautiful eyes, and the flower in her hand slowly dropped.
The two of them met across the wind and snow.
The cold breeze blew by, and the girl's pink skirt was swaying slightly like blooming petals. A few black hairs on the temples fell on the corners of her mouth, and a dazed look appeared on her pretty, flower-like face.
Luo Qingzhou didn't know that his casual words would have such a big effect.
In that era, such words could even be said in a joking tone to an unfamiliar girl.
But in this feudal era where men and women were reserved, in this case...
"I was just joking. I just said it casually. Miss Bai Ling, don't pay attention."
Luo Qingzhou held an oil-paper umbrella and returned to her, covering her from the wind and snow and cutting off the sight of the two of them meeting together.
Bai Ling suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Uncle, something is wrong with you."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned: "What's wrong with me?"
Bai Ling stared at him with stern eyes and said, "My uncle doesn't look like an honest person, he looks like a bad guy who goes around cheating girls!"
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"Let's go to the second lady's place."
Arguing with a woman is just asking for trouble.
"My uncle feels guilty. He acquiesces and doesn't dare to say anything anymore?"
"Sure enough, I feel guilty..."
"He is indeed a bad guy..."
"The lady is so pitiful."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and she continued to chatter.
The two of them held an umbrella and quickly arrived at Miss Qin Er's residence.
After knocking on the door, Pearl came to open the door. When she saw it was them, her eyes lit up and she quickly said: "Uncle, the lady is writing a poem you wrote. Come in quickly."
Luo Qingzhou and the two were brought in.
He had already thought about it when he came. Since Miss Qin Er liked stories like "The Story of a Sweet Boudoir", he would reluctantly tell her a story like "The Romance of the West Chamber".
It would be great if I could beat the second lady to be happy.
Anyway, everyone in the Qin Mansion dotes on the second young lady.
What the mother-in-law said was very clear.
He wants to make the second lady happy.
As for how to coax him, that's his own business.
After "The Romance of the West Chamber", there will be "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", "The Legend of White Snake", "Feng Qiu Huang" and so on.
After all, there are so many bloody TV series with even more exciting stories.
If that doesn't work, then there are also "Jin Ping Mei" and "Jade Futon" which are similar to "Fragrant Boudoir", etc. The worst thing is to let Miss Qin Er keep it secret.
Anyway, as long as the second lady is happy, he has completed his mission.
However, he would only spare an hour at most every day to satisfy the second lady.
In the remaining time, he still has to practice.
Go through the corridor and turn into the backyard.
In the study room on the left, the window with exquisitely carved patterns is open. There is a desk in front of the window, which is covered with white rice paper.
A white and delicate jade hand is holding a slender wolf hair, writing gracefully on the rice paper.
The owner of the jade hand is wearing a moon-white dress with a thick velvet fox fur on the outside. Her skin is as white as snow, her eyebrows are like willows, and her eyes are filled with autumn water. She is beautiful, delicate and delicate. She is the second young lady of the Qin family. Qin Weimo.
"Miss, my uncle is here."
Pearl said softly.
The girl raised her head, revealing a beautiful but slightly pale face, and her clear watery eyes suddenly overflowed with brilliance.
