The next day.
It's just dawn.
Luo Qingzhou got up early with Xiaodie's help.
After washing up, he waited outside the courtyard.
Not long.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink floral dress, and she came in gracefully like a butterfly picking dewdrops early in the morning.
"My uncle got up really early."
The pretty girl showed two sweet dimples on her face. After greeting Luo Qingzhou, she looked at Xiaodie behind him and said with a smile, "Xiaodie, did you sleep well last night?"
Xiaodie lowered her head and said with a red face: "Yeah."
Last night, the young master held her feet and slept soundly. She didn't dare to move, and her feet were numb when she woke up in the morning.
Bai Ling's eyes flickered, and without saying anything more, she smiled and said, "Let's go, the lady is waiting."
The master and servant immediately followed her.
Luo Qingzhou began to feel nervous and expectant again.
It was as if he was meeting the girl for the first time.
Bailing led the two of them through the corridor, around several rockery built on the flower beds, and entered a round door before stopping outside a courtyard.
As soon as Luo Qingzhou stood still, he suddenly felt a familiar chill.
Looking up, I saw a beautiful and cold figure appear at the door at some point.
She was wearing a light green dress, her black hair hanging down to her waist, her waist was slender and could be held in one hand, her figure was slender and graceful, her arms were crossed over her chest, she was holding a sword in her arms, her pretty face was as cold as ice.
Those dark and cold eyes were staring at him coldly.
It was the girl named Xia Chan.
Luo Qingzhou only took a glance, then immediately looked away.
Bailing said that one cannot look this girl in the eye.
Although he had never seen the girl's swordsmanship with his own eyes, the sudden chill was real.
Every time he saw this girl, he felt a chill on his neck.
Judging from the girl's attitude towards him, it was obvious that she felt that her daughter was wronged by marrying him.
So I feel very unhappy about him.
Luo Qingzhou could understand her feelings very well.
If it was him, he would also be unhappy.
After all, with Miss Qin's peerless appearance and grace, how many men in the world could be worthy of her? Not to mention him, a worthless bastard of the Luo family.
He is self-aware.
So, he just tried not to provoke her.
"Son-in-law, Xia Chan is looking at you, why don't you look at her? Isn't she pretty enough?"
Bai Ling, who was watching the fun on the side, asked with a smile.
Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear, turned around, looked at the scenery in the distance and said: "Xiao Die, look, the weather is good today."
Xiaodie beside him could only lower her head and said, "Yeah, not bad."
Bai Ling chuckled and deliberately agreed, "Yeah, that's not bad. My son-in-law likes to watch the weather, but doesn't he like to watch Xia Chan? As expected, Xia Chan is not pretty enough."
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
At this time, a figure walked out of the door.
Bai Ling put away her smile and stepped forward to stand respectfully.
Xia Chan also put down her arms, holding the sword in her hand, her pretty face still as cold as ice.
Luo Qingzhou turned around and looked at the person who walked out. He couldn't help but reveal a touch of surprise in his eyes again. He bowed his head and said respectfully: "Miss."
Xiaodie also quickly lowered her head and said, "Miss."
Qin Jianjia was still wearing a plain white dress. There was no decoration on her beautiful face, but her beauty was flawless.
The rising sun fell on her, as if giving her a layer of holy light.
Beautiful as a dream.
Even though they were so close, Luo Qingzhou felt that the girl in front of him was ethereal and dreamy, not like a human being.
She glanced at him calmly, said nothing, and walked towards the path ahead.
Bailing and Xia Chan followed behind him, one on the left and one on the right.
Luo Qingzhou came to his senses and hurriedly followed with Xiaodie.
Qin Wen Zheng had already been waiting in the hall.
In the courtyard outside, several loads of gifts for returning home have been prepared.
But the yard was empty, without any servants.
Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin into the hall, bowed his head, and called out "Father" to the middle-aged man in the hall.
Qin Wen Zheng nodded and looked at the two of them, as if he wanted to give them some instructions, but in the end he just said "Go early and come back early" and waved his hand for them to leave.
The two of them left the hall.
Luo Qingzhou stopped and took a few steps back.
After Bailing and Xia Chan followed Miss Qin, he followed with Xiaodie.
Several people walked along the clean bluestone path and out of the courtyard.
Then he walked directly out of the Qin Mansion through the gate.
At the gate outside the mansion, there was a beautifully decorated carriage parked.
The driver was a burly woman wearing a straw hat and a black suit.
When Qin Jianjia walked down the steps, the burly woman had already bent over, opened the curtain of the carriage, and placed a low stool on the ground.
After Qin Jianjia got on the carriage, the burly woman still lifted the curtain.
But no one got on the bus.
"Anyone else?"
When Luo Qingzhou was wondering, he suddenly found that everyone's eyes were on him.
The burly woman said with a wooden face, "Sir, it's time to get in the car."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, feeling that he must have heard wrongly. This burly woman asked him to get in the car and sit with Miss Qin
Bai Ling at the side laughed and said, "Son-in-law, go up. This is the rule. You can't walk when you return home."
Only then did Luo Qingzhou confirm that he had heard correctly.
but…
There was a strong chill and murderous aura over there.
He turned his head to look at the cold girl next to him, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and stepped onto the stool.
Who knows if it was because he was too nervous, or because he had been training too hard in the past two days, but just as he was about to get on the carriage, his feet suddenly slipped, his body tilted, and he was about to fall down.
Xiaodie suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
But the burly woman just glanced at him indifferently, and suddenly grabbed his collar with her other hand, pulled him gently, and picked him up like an eagle catching a chick, and threw him directly into the carriage.
"Bang!"
Luo Qingzhou fell and crawled in the carpeted carriage, with something soft on his head and a faint fragrance in his nose. He looked up and saw that it was the white skirt of Miss Qin. His heart trembled immediately and he hurriedly backed away using all his limbs and stood up.
"If you can't even get in the carriage, I advise you not to come out again. It's embarrassing."
The burly woman had a wooden face, sneered rudely, lowered the curtain, and got into the carriage.
"He is indeed just a weak scholar. I only used a little force and he couldn't stand steadily. Poor my daughter, she actually married such a useless boy. I really don't know what the master was thinking..."
Luo Qingzhou heard what the burly woman was thinking.
He narrowed his eyes, didn't say anything, didn't look around, sat down in the corner opposite Miss Qin, lowered his head, and looked at his feet.
Qin Jianjia looked at him indifferently and didn't say anything.
The carriage started moving.
The carriage was very quiet.
The air is filled with the faint fragrance of a young girl, like a snow lotus blooming in the snow, pure and charming.
Luo Qingzhou's heart was beating fast, his eyes moved forward secretly on the ground, looking at the snow-white skirt in front of him and the slender feet faintly visible under the skirt, he couldn't help but think of the lingering night again.
The carriage quickly drove to the busy street.
The sound of hawkers shouting came from outside the window.
There was silence in the carriage.
Luo Qingzhou secretly hoped that this road would be as long as possible.
Although it was stressful to be with this girl, I also felt extremely peaceful and satisfied.
Just as he continued to secretly look at the hem of the skirt on the ground and lost in thought, the door curtain suddenly moved, and a figure walked in with a cold wind.
Then, she sat down opposite him, with her arms folded across her chest, the sword in her arms, her pretty face as cold as ice, and her eyes staring at him coldly.
The one who killed someone with one sword, his name was Xia Chan.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, looked at his toes, then closed his eyes again, pretending to rest.
The carriage jolted along.
The carriage was silent.
My neck feels cold.
Luo Qingzhou seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.
This road suddenly feels so long.