In the small courtyard.
The beauty smells the flowers, and the subtle fragrance wafts in the air.
Luo Qingzhou stopped where he was, watching quietly without disturbing anyone.
Another moment passed.
Bai Lingfang opened her eyes, raised her head and looked at him, revealing two shallow dimples on her face: "Son-in-law, do you like it?"
Luo Qingzhou did not answer.
Bai Ling smiled and said, "If it looks good, it looks good. If it doesn't look good, it doesn't look good. Don't you dare to answer this, Master?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, then said, "It looks good."
Bai Ling smiled and said, "I'm asking about the Second Miss."
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I'm also talking about the Second Young Lady."
The two looked at each other.
There was a brief silence.
Bai Ling smiled slightly, lowered her head and sniffed the flowers in her hand, then looked at him and said, "Son-in-law, there are many flowers like this in the flowerbed in front. Some have just bloomed, and some are about to wither. It would be a waste if you don't pick them."
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said nothing.
Bai Ling raised her eyebrows and said, "Sir, do you know what I'm talking about?"
Luo Qingzhou shook his head.
Bai Ling sighed and said softly, "Girls all like flowers like this. Even if they don't like them, they still like someone to give them to them. If someone could give them one every day, they would be even happier."
Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered for a moment, and he looked at her beautiful face and said, "Then starting from tomorrow, I will pick one every day and send it to Miss Bailing."
Bailing was stunned and looked at him strangely: "Uncle-in-law, why did you give it to me? I mean, you should give it to my young lady. Although you don't live together, you should go to greet the young lady every day, see her, and give her a flower to show your concern. I thought uncle-in-law knew all this, but who knew that uncle-in-law never went, so I came to remind him."
Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled: "She probably won't welcome me to go, right?"
Bailing said seriously, "Whether the young lady likes it or not, the son-in-law should go. You are husband and wife, and you live so close to each other, isn't it normal for you to see each other every day? Only by seeing each other every day can you cultivate feelings. Besides, the son-in-law should go to pay his respects every day, this is the rule."
Then he snorted again and pouted, "Could it be that Master got bored after just having sex with Miss?"
Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Miss Bailing, I have an unreasonable request, I hope Miss Bailing can agree to it."
Bai Ling's eyes flashed, and she smiled and said, "Sir, please speak."
Luo Qingzhou stared at her and said, "I want to hug Miss Bailing, can I?"
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, with bright eyes and white teeth: "Master, I can't agree to your request. Unless you go and talk to my young lady and get her consent. Didn't I say that as long as my young lady agrees, I can be your maidservant."
Luo Qingzhou looked at her pretty appearance and explained: "I just want to hug you, nothing else."
Bai Ling still shook her head: "That won't do. Men and women shouldn't touch each other, and you're my son-in-law. If the master and his wife see me, I'll be thrown into the well."
Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered, and he was about to speak, but Bailing stood up and handed him the flowers she had just picked: "Son-in-law, I have to go serve the young lady. The flowers are for you. Remember to visit the young lady every day, preferably at night."
Luo Qingzhou paused, took the flowers, and looked at her little mouth again.
Bai Ling smiled sweetly, waved goodbye and left. When she reached the door, she turned back and said crisply, "By the way, son-in-law, it's best to start tonight. Be persistent, and the young lady will definitely be moved by you."
Luo Qingzhou suddenly looked at her and said, "Miss Bailing, if I go over tonight, can I ask your young lady for you?"
Bai Ling's eyes flashed, and she smiled sweetly, "Does the uncle really like me so much?"
Luo Qingzhou stared at the expression on her face and said, "Miss Bailing is so beautiful, of course I like her."
Bai Ling raised her eyebrows after hearing this: "As long as they are pretty, will you like them? Then Xia Chan, the second young lady, is prettier than me, will you like them too?"
Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes and said, "I only like Miss Bailing."
Bai Ling laughed, like a flower just blooming, sweet and fragrant: "Sir, I am flattered to hear you say that."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Is it okay?"
Bai Ling's smile faded slightly, she stared at him for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Of course, as long as you dare to say it, as long as the young lady agrees, I will let you bully me."
After saying this, she waved her jade hand, her pink skirt swaying, and walked away gracefully.
Luo Qingzhou looked at her slender and graceful back until she disappeared out the door, then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the flowers in his hand.
He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and sniffed.
It smells really good.
However, this floral scent was not the one in his heart or in his dreams.
The test just now did not reveal any flaws.
Moreover, he didn't hear anything from the other party.
Do I really have to risk being stabbed in the throat by Miss Xia Chan tonight and test myself in front of Miss Qin
Maybe... I can hear Miss Qin's inner voice.
From the wedding to now.
He had never heard the other person speak, could he be a mute
After a little thought, he made a prompt decision.
Go check it out tonight.
Maybe you can see or hear some "unexpected surprises".
Look at the time, it's already afternoon.
He didn't think any more about it, went over, closed the gate, and returned to the courtyard.
Close your eyes and meditate.
The Thunder Fist that Second Young Master Qin Chuan had just performed played over and over in his mind.
Every move is in my mind and appears clearly in front of my eyes.
“Swish!”
He threw a punch and opened his eyes.
Then he took a deep breath, took a step forward, and threw another punch.
From slow to fast, from light to heavy.
Halfway through the fight, he was sweating and panting.
At the same time, my arms and legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and they became heavier and heavier.
This boxing style is indeed extraordinary!
Luo Qingzhou was not discouraged but happy. He used all his strength, slowed down his speed, and continued to perform the remaining moves with his arms.
After completing all the moves, he was sweating all over and his clothes were soaked.
As soon as I finished the exercise and stood still, I suddenly felt my legs go weak and I almost fell down.
He quickly steadied himself, staggered to the stone table with heavy and painful steps, and sat down. He immediately felt sore muscles, weakness in his limbs, and it seemed as if all the energy in his body had been drained.
It seems that I was too impatient.
This boxing style is not practiced by ordinary people, but a special boxing style used by warriors.
He hasn't even succeeded in refining his skin yet, yet he's trying to imitate the Second Young Master's speed and strength. Isn't this overestimating his own abilities and asking for trouble
What he should do now is to slowly familiarize himself with the moves without using too much force, and perform all the moves smoothly and skillfully.
Then learn speed.
After you have learned speed, successfully refined your skin, and have a certain physical condition, you can then learn strength.
Only then can you combine it with your inner strength to truly practice.
Nothing can be accomplished overnight, let alone cultivation.
He has to follow the procedures, step by step, and never be impatient.
Otherwise, you won't be able to practice it well and will hurt your body, which will not be worth it.
Rested for half an hour.
He returned to the house and practiced his internal skills, gradually recovering the physical and mental strength he had consumed.
In the blink of an eye.
It's evening.
He sat down by the window and read for a while.
When Xiaodie came back with dinner, night had already fallen.
"Hey, sir, are these the flowers you picked?"
On the stone table in the courtyard were the flowers left by Bai Ling.
When Xiaodie saw it, she was surprised. She picked it up and sniffed it, saying, "It smells so good."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the flowers in her hand, thinking about the "feat" that would be happening later, and felt a sense of generosity and tragedy, as if the wind was whistling and the Yi River was cold, and that the flowers would never come back.
"Xiaodie, don't move the flowers. We'll have to give them to someone later."
"Ah? Who are you going to give it to, sir?"
Luo Qingzhou did not answer.
Because he couldn't be sure.