“Whoosh!”
The duel begins.
"Forehead… "
The duel is over.
Luo Qingzhou had just started to move forward, but before he could throw his fist out, the tip of the sharp sword was already against his neck.
A hint of chillness, and the skin felt cold.
"again!"
He put away his fist and took a few steps back.
Then he bent his body, clenched his fists again, stared at the figure in front of him, and said, "Begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out like a sharp arrow with a "whoosh"!
But the figure in front had disappeared.
The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp tip of the sword had already touched his skin.
He froze in place, his raised fist falling down weakly.
“Come again!”
"… "
The side of my neck felt cold, and the tip of the sword was against it again...
Luo Qingzhou finally couldn't help but said, "Chanchan, can you slow down a little? At least, let me punch out once first, right?"
Xia Chan put away her sword and said coldly, "You are too slow."
Luo Qingzhou said dejectedly, "I admit that I am slow. But can you please give me some time and let me throw a few punches? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable."
"Oh."
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face cold, and she showed no intention of giving in.
Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated again, he put away his fist, went over to pick up the sword, and went back to the house and said, "I don't want to play with you anymore, it's boring."
Xia Chan stood in the courtyard, looking at his back, paused, and suddenly said: "I, let you."
Luo Qingzhou walked to the eaves, turned around and looked at her and said, "Let me not play with you anymore."
After saying that, he went into the house.
The sword was sheathed and put into the storage bag.
Then he went into the study and closed the door.
The room became quiet.
The courtyard was also silent.
A breeze blew by, and petals fluttered on the peach tree.
The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time. Then she lowered her head, put the sword back into the sheath, and turned away.
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, stunned for a moment, turned around, and was about to shake her head when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I need to write something, and no one helps me grind the ink. I can't handle it alone. If you can, come in and help me."
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 stairs 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 opened.
Luo Qingzhou appeared inside and said, "Take off your shoes and come in, what are you waiting for?"
Xia Chan glanced at him, then at the spotless snow-white carpet in the study, and the furnishings filled with the scent of books, lowered her head slightly, and said hesitantly: "I... I, I won't go in... ah!"
Before she could finish, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, picked up one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot in snow-white stockings.
"you… "
"What do you mean? It's not like your uncle didn't help you take off your clothes under the bridge that night."
Luo Qingzhou took it as a matter of course, picked up her other foot and helped her take off her shoe.
Then he pulled her in without saying anything.
Then, he closed the door.
Xia Chan stood at the door, holding the sword tightly in her hand, with two faint blushes on her pretty face. She bit her pink lips and wanted to fight back and cover up with a cold look, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the eucalyptus table in front of the window, sat down with his back to her, and urged: "Come on, I want to write."
"oh… "
Xia Chan was immediately discouraged, and she walked over carefully with her slender little feet.
Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the eucalyptus table, smelling the scent of ink, feeling the scent of books in this space, and then looking at the elegant figure in a Confucian robe sitting in front of the eucalyptus table, her inferiority complex suddenly became stronger.
When she came to the eucalyptus table and looked at the inkstone and ink blocks that represented talented scholars, she was suddenly at a loss and became 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, brought the inkstone in front of him, and gently ground it while lowering his head and said: "Look, if you grind it slowly like this, you will soon be able to grind out a lot of juice. Don't stop, make the juice even, not too thick, nor too thin, and add water appropriately..."
A faint scent of ink suddenly wafted into my nose.
Xia Chan lowered her head and said "Oh" in an inferiority-minded manner. After hesitating for a moment, she placed the sword in her hand on the windowsill next to her.
Luo Qingzhou put down the ink block, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said, "Sit down and grind it. Take your time at first. Don't rush. You will become proficient in it after a while."
Xia Chan did not sit down. Instead, she stood by, reached out and carefully picked up the ink block, and began to grind it slowly in the inkstone.
I was unfamiliar and nervous at first, but gradually I became proficient.
"Yes, that's it, go on."
Luo Qingzhou praised him, picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, and continued writing the unfinished "Sima's Art of War".
The brush strokes are gentle and the ink flows freely, like flowing clouds and running water.
After a while, he had written a long and eloquent article.
Xia Chan was grinding the ink silently while peeking at the scene with a dazed look in her eyes. The coldness on her pretty face had become extremely gentle at some point, and she didn't even seem to notice it.
The room was filled with heat, cigarettes were smoked, and it was particularly warm.
The water dripped from the eaves.
Time passes silently.
An afternoon passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.
The ink block in Xia Chan's hand was almost gone, and her white little hands were already covered with black ink.
Luo Qingzhou finished writing "Sima's Art of War" and then wrote two 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 characters, and whispered: "You are tired."
Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head to blow 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 mission that night was completed, I would 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, put down the ink block in her hand, picked up her sword from the windowsill with her other clean hand, and said, "I'll go back."
After saying that, he turned and left the room.
After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a moment, then hurried to the window, stuck his head out and shouted, "Chanchan, the two of us can go, don't tell Bailing."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then followed her gaze and saw a pretty girl in a pink dress standing under the peach tree in the courtyard, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand, looking at him with her watery eyes.
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
“Woo… woo…”
The girl under the tree suddenly started crying, rubbing her eyes with her two little fists, and turned around and ran out of the yard, crying as she ran, "I don't want to care about the bad son-in-law anymore, wuwu..."
Xia Chan turned her head and looked towards the window.
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
Xia Chan held the sword and walked away quickly.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window awkwardly for a while, then picked up the rice paper on the table and put it into his 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 a purse from the innermost part.
She first took some change from her purse.
After thinking about it, he took some more.
He hesitated for a while again.
Then, he put the entire purse on his body.
When Luo Qingzhou arrived at Lingchan Moon Palace, Bailing was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, pouting her lips and tearing the petals with her hands. She tore off a petal and said, "Stinky son-in-law..."
He tore off another piece and said again: "Bad son-in-law..."
"Stinky uncle, bad uncle, stinky uncle, bad uncle..."
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bai Ling, uncle was wrong, uncle didn't mean that..."
"Stinky uncle! Bad uncle! Lewd uncle! Liar uncle!"
Bailing suddenly stood up and quickly tore off the petals. Then she turned around and continued rubbing her eyes with her little fists, then ran into the house whining.
When Luo Qingzhou followed her in, she had already run into the room and closed the door.
In the room, there was a crying sound, full of grievance.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand and knock on the door. After knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.
It turned out that the door was not locked, but just ajar.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then he opened the door, walked in, closed it again, and then apologized and explained: "Bai Ling, I shouldn't have said that just now, but it's really not what you think. Last time Xia Chan helped me, I promised to take her out for a good meal. I know that you must leave someone to look after the young lady, so I asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry. In fact, I have thought about it, next time, I will take you out alone, otherwise, tomorrow, okay?"
"Woo..."
Bailing was still lying on the bed, crying sadly.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and said, "Bai Ling, stop crying. How about we all go out together later? Will the young lady go out with us?"
Bai Ling immediately said: "Miss will not go out! Woo..."
Luo Qingzhou sat down on the bed, touched her raised buttocks and said, "Bai Ling..."
"ah!"
Bailing screamed in surprise, turned over hurriedly, covered her butt, opened her eyes wide, looked at him in shock and said, "Uncle, why... why are you touching my butt?"
Seeing that she didn't cry at all, and even her eyes weren't red, Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but laugh and said angrily: "What are you talking about? The son-in-law wants to be coy with you."
Bai Ling: “…”
The room was filled with pink, with curtains covering the room and a faint fragrance.
A man and a woman sat on the soft bed, looking into each other's eyes, the atmosphere was ambiguous.
Bailing felt a little panicked and immediately stood up to run away, but Luo Qingzhou grabbed her slender waist, pulled her back, and put her on his lap.
"Son-in-law, don't... don't tremble... um..."
Luo Qingzhou kissed her little mouth.
Bailing sat in his arms, twisting and struggling, with a begging expression on her face, and slowly hugged his neck with her arms...
The kiss lasted for a long time before Fang stopped.
Luo Qingzhou released her mouth and asked, "What are you doing?"
Bai Ling's face flushed, and she looked at him with confused eyes and said, "No... don't tremble..."
Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron. He slid his hand slowly down her slender waist. Just as he was about to reach into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked towards the door.
At some point, the door opened silently and Xia Chan stood there, silent.
Luo Qingzhou's hand froze and he hurriedly took it away.
"Xia Chan is here..."
He whispered.
The girl in his arms finally came to her senses, turned her head, looked towards the door, and quietly took it out of his clothes with her little hand.
Then she suddenly jumped off his lap, clenched her two little fists immediately, rubbed her eyes and started to whimper, complaining in a wronged manner: "Chanchan, Chanchan, my uncle... he was being timid to me again, wuwu... Fortunately, I would rather die than surrender, and he didn't succeed, wuwu..."