In the evening, the setting sun is slightly drunk.
Listening to the rain in the garden on a moonlit night.
The sky is filled with red clouds, and the lake is sparkling with green leaves and red lotus roots.
On the Moon-Watching Tower in the center of the lake.
Luo Qingzhou's soul left his body, bathed in the sunset glow, and sat cross-legged on the rooftop, closing his eyes and concentrating, practicing the soul cultivation method that Senior Zhou Yue taught him.
The evening breeze blows, gently and softly.
The rosy glow entered his body, as if injecting a layer of brilliant light into his soul.
My whole soul feels warm, as if I am swimming in a warm lake.
As he practiced, wisps of strange light began to flow from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, repeatedly flowing back and forth.
Time passes quietly.
In the Tingyu Garden on a moonlit night, there was silence.
Before I knew it, the setting sun had quietly disappeared into the green hills in the distance.
Night fell, darkening the entire garden.
Then, another bright moon rose.
The bright moonlight poured down, quietly falling into the lake. The night wind blew by, birds fluttered in the mist, and the clear water sparkled.
When Luo Qingzhou woke up, the sky was full of stars.
He stood up, feeling as if he had not yet completed his mission. His whole soul seemed to become lighter, and his vision seemed to be able to see farther and more clearly.
He breathed in the gentle moonlight on the rooftop again, then floated down and landed in the bamboo forest, his soul returning to his body.
When I returned to the courtyard.
Xiaodie was heating up food in the kitchen.
The weather was cold and the food brought from the kitchen had already gone cold.
After the master and servant had dinner, they took their clothes and sneaked into the lake to take a bath under the cover of night.
"Sir, this afternoon, Sister Xiaotao and I have made the bellyband you mentioned. When we get back later, would you like to take a look?"
"Which one?"
"It's the kind... the kind that only covers the breasts, not even the belly, and the space between the breasts is exposed..."
"... Xiaodie, I am a serious scholar, and I don't care about shameful things..."
"Forget it if you don't want to read it, young master."
"… look."
The master and servant quickly took a bath, went ashore and went home.
Return to the room.
After reading it, Luo Qingzhou gave a few sincere suggestions: "In fact, this kind of thing can be thinner, more transparent, and use less cloth... Diligence and thrift are the virtues of managing a household."
Little girl: “…”
Luo Qingzhou returned to the room and changed his clothes.
He then went out and went to Lingchan Moon Palace to pay his respects to Miss Qin.
When I arrived at the door.
Bai Ling was leaning against the door waiting for him. Seeing him coming, she hurriedly said, "Sir, the eldest lady went to the second lady's place and will probably be back later. Sir, you don't have to come to pay your respects tonight."
Luo Qingzhou was a little curious when he heard this: "Bai Ling, if the eldest lady and the second lady were together, would there be anything to say?"
Bai Ling thought for a moment and said, "It seems not."
Luo Qingzhou shrugged, didn't ask any more questions, glanced towards the courtyard, and said, "Is Miss Xia Chan here?"
Bailing turned her head and looked inside, saying, "Chanchan is practicing sword in the garden at the back, from dusk till now. Do you want to go and have a look, uncle?"
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, I won't bother her."
Bailing turned to look at him and said, "Sir, do you know why Chanchan suddenly went out alone last night?"
Luo Qingzhou fell silent and did not answer.
Bailing looked at him and said nothing more.
The air suddenly became quiet.
After a while, Luo Qingzhou suddenly approached her, reached out and held her hand, and said directly: "Bai Ling, if one day, I choose to separate from the eldest lady..."
"Uncle."
Before he could finish, Bailing interrupted him softly, looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, suddenly took a step closer, lowered her head, and leaned gently in his arms, with her pretty pink cheek against his chest, and whispered: "No matter who you choose in the future, in Bailing's heart, you will always be the best. Bailing will not blame you."
After a pause, she murmured in a low voice: "Chanchan won't either..."
Luo Qingzhou looked down at her pretty little face, and his heart suddenly softened.
This was the first time she took the initiative to lean into his arms.
He stretched out his arms and gently hugged her. With his other hand, he held her soft little hand in his palm, stroking it gently, and said softly: "Bai Ling, what I want to ask is, if that day really comes, will you..."
"Won't."
Bailing raised her other arm and hugged him, her cheek still pressed against his chest, and whispered, "Son-in-law, Bailing will not follow you. Bailing will always follow the young lady and will never be separated from her."
Luo Qingzhou fell silent.
The moonlight is like water and the night is quiet.
The two of them held hands, hugged each other, snuggled up to each other, and stood quietly at the door of Lingchan Moon Palace for a long time.
Until Luo Qingzhou suddenly saw the figure in the courtyard.
Xia Chan stood there holding the sword, motionless, her face hidden in the shadow of the eaves, her facial expression could not be seen clearly, and it was unknown how long she had been standing there.
Luo Qingzhou met her gaze, was stunned for a moment, then let go of the girl in his arms.
"Uncle, hold me for a while longer, I want to cry..."
Bailing opened her arms and hugged him, with a hint of tears in her voice.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the lonely figure in the courtyard and was silent for a while before whispering, "Xia Chan is watching."
"Son-in-law! No! Don't hug me! You are bullying me again! And you want to do something naughty to me! Wuuuuuu..."
Bailing's expression suddenly changed. She twisted and struggled in his arms, whimpering.
Then he pushed him away fiercely and ran into the yard.
"Ah! Chanchan, when did you come? Why didn't you save me? My uncle just hugged me forcefully and tried to tremble at me, wuwu, luckily I would rather die than surrender, and struggled desperately, so he didn't succeed, wuwuwu..."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the figure in the yard, didn't listen any more, and turned away.
Waited for a long time after he left.
The yard finally became quiet.
Bai Ling lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, and drew circles in front of her body awkwardly with two fingers. She said timidly: "Chanchan, don't be angry, I... I just..."
Xia Chan looked at her coldly, and after a long silence, she said, "Bai Ling..."
"Ah? Chanchan, what do you want to say? Do you want to forgive me?"
Bailing quickly moved closer to her, held her small hands with both hands, placed them on her face and rubbed them gently, with a flattering expression on her face.
Xia Chan was silent for a while, then whispered, "You, follow him... I, follow, Miss."
Bai Ling paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head vigorously: "No, Chanchan, I won't. I said that I will always be a pure and tender flower, I don't want to be soiled by my son-in-law. I want to follow the young lady, forever. You should leave with him, the young lady and I don't welcome you, humph!"
Xia Chan lowered her head slightly, tightened her grip on the sword, and whispered, "But, I, the Second Miss..."
Bai Ling fell silent.
Then she suddenly hugged her, holding her tightly in her arms, and said softly: "Chanchan, my good Chanchan... It's okay, the young lady will definitely help you and the second young lady... Believe in the young lady. The young lady may have met a master recently, or a great opportunity, and her cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds."
Luo Qingzhou returned to the house and locked the door.
Then he dripped some spiritual liquid and his spirit left his body.
First, he practiced the Soul and Spirit Method on the bed for a while, and then practiced the Thunder Fist in the room for a while.
Wait until midnight.
He walked through the roof and out of the mansion, running quickly all the way and floating straight towards the Zhang family mansion.
He first observed the Zhang family mansion for a while, and after finding nothing unusual, he went to the mansions of the second and third masters of the Zhang family. From a high vantage point, he observed them one by one for a while, memorizing the layout of the houses and even the places where the guards and servants often appeared, all of which were memorized in his mind.
Then, he went to Zhang's wharf, tea house, cloth shop and other places, and observed all the habitable places one by one, forcing all the information he saw in his field of vision to be engraved deep in his mind.
Early morning.
He returned to the Qin Mansion at lightning speed.
At the alley in front of the Qin Mansion's gate, he saw the lonely and thin figure again. He was standing there in a daze.
The sword that rarely left her hand was now nowhere to be found.
Luo Qingzhou floated in the air and searched carefully for a while before he saw that the sword was actually placed by her in the shadow of the corner next to her.
She stood there motionless with empty hands, looking blankly at the empty street, like a wandering soul without consciousness.
Luo Qingzhou flew into the mansion quickly with mixed feelings.
Back in the room, I felt at ease.
He walked out of the backyard, ran quickly all the way, climbed over the wall at the back door of the mansion, and then walked out of the alley quickly.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, he saw the cold figure from afar.
He walked over quickly.
The moonlight is bright, shining on the bluestone slabs on the ground.
But she always stood in the shadow, as if she was afraid to face this gentle light.
When Luo Qingzhou came closer without concealing his footsteps, she turned her back to him, suddenly moved, and picked up her sword from the corner of the wall next to her!
“Bang!”
With a flash of cold light, the sword was unsheathed!
Her slender body still stood in the shadow, but the sword in her hand was flashing with a cold light under the moonlight!
Her eyes were as cold as a blade.
"Xia Chan!"
Luo Qingzhou spoke out in time and stopped.
The sword that almost reached his throat suddenly stopped!
The girl held the sword in her backhand, her body stiffened, and she slowly turned around to face him, looking at him in surprise.
Then she put away her sword.
With a "clang" sound, the sword was sheathed.
She looked at him coldly, turned around and prepared to leave.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly grabbed her little hand.
The girl paused, and the small hand he was holding seemed to tremble slightly. Then she turned her head and stared at him with cold eyes.
Just like when they first met, she saw the look in his eyes.
But now, Luo Qingzhou is no longer afraid of her.
He still held her cold little hand tightly, and looked into her cold eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, "Silly girl, even if you want to help me kill someone, you shouldn't use yourself as bait like this. Are you stupid enough to just sit here and wait in a daze? Do you think the killer is even more stupid than you?"
The girl clenched the sword in her hand and stared at him with increasingly cold eyes.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Luo Qingzhou asked softly, then suddenly approached her, stretched his neck and said: "Kill me, it is an honor to die under Miss Xia Chan's sword, to die in front of Miss Xia Chan, even if I die, I will die with no regrets!"
"Kill him, kill this good brother-in-law who once jumped into the water to save you without hesitation, who once protected you under the bridge on a stormy night, and who once accompanied you in the flower garden in the cold night!"
"Kill him, and you can find someone else later!"
Luo Qingzhou leaned forward, tilted his neck, and almost stuck to her.
Looks a bit arrogant.
The girl clenched the sword in her hand and looked at him coldly.
There was silence.
She suddenly stretched out a slender finger and gently stroked his stretched neck...
Think of it as killing him and letting him get what he wants.
"Kill him."
She whispered.