Luo Qingzhou did not go over.
Under the lights and in full view of everyone, the wounds on his hands and the bruises on his neck were easily exposed.
So he said directly to Mei'er: "I have unfinished homework today, so I won't go over. Madam, please help me read it first. If the second young lady has something important to say, you can come and call me. If it's just a simple greeting, you can bring the letter to me when the time comes."
When Mei Er heard this, she immediately emphasized, "Sir, it was Madam who asked you to go over there."
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I know, but the autumn exam is coming soon, and I have to finish my daily homework. Just tell her this when you go back, and Madam will understand."
Mei'er frowned and was about to speak when Bailing, who was standing at the door, said, "Mei'er, let's go. I'll help my son-in-law to check it out."
Mei'er glanced at her and could only say, "Sir, besides the letter from the second young lady, there is also a letter from the cousin."
Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "I'm just not satisfied with the endings of those stories. Let Bailing go and help me look at them. When you've finished reading them, bring them back to me."
His relationship with the second young lady was innocent, and his relationship with that little cousin was even clearer. There was nothing to be secretive about.
Bai Ling smiled brightly after hearing this: "Yes, thank you for your trust, uncle! Mei'er, let's go!"
Mei'er didn't dare to refuse and had to leave reluctantly.
After the two left, the courtyard became quiet.
Xiaodie finally dared to speak: "Master, when Sister Bailing came just now, she asked me a lot of questions, all about what you are doing recently, what books you are reading, where you are going, and she also asked me... How many times I have slept with you."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and asked, "How did you answer?"
Xiaodie's cheeks blushed slightly: "I just said that the young master has been studying at home recently and has not gone anywhere. As for sleeping together... I answered truthfully."
Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said nonchalantly: "It's okay, don't worry about her. If she asks again in the future, just answer like this."
After that, he entered the study and said, "No bath tonight, and no need to sleep with me."
Under the eaves, the two little girls looked at each other and said "Oh".
Luo Qingzhou thought about it in the room, then walked to the desk and sat down, spread out a piece of rice paper, ground the ink himself, and prepared to copy down the "Bull Demon's Magical Skills" that he had memorized in his mind.
There were some parts that he didn't quite understand, so he would ask Sister Yue tonight.
I hope the other party can speak tonight.
While thinking about something and grinding ink, the door suddenly opened, Xiaodie poked her head in and whispered, "Sir, Sister Xia Chan is here and is standing in the yard. I asked her what she wanted, but she didn't say anything."
Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled, then he stood up and pushed open the window.
The moonlight is bright in the courtyard.
A young girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the peach tree, like a withered sculpture, motionless.
Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, but after thinking for a moment, he turned his head, looked towards the door and said, "Xiaodie, call Qiu'er to go out and play for a while, and come back later."
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and quickly said "Oh" and closed the door.
Soon, the two little girls went out with the embroidery tools and closed the gate behind them.
Luo Qingzhou then looked at the thin figure in the courtyard and said, "Chanchan, come in quickly. It's cold at night. Don't catch a cold."
Xia Chan looked at him under the tree, still motionless and silent.
Luo Qingzhou raised his hands and said, "Look, my uncle's hands are injured, but he has to grind ink and write. Chanchan, can you come in and help me?"
Then he added: "Son-in-law swears that he will never speak nonsense again."
Xia Chan still stood there, motionless and without response.
"Why… "
Luo Qingzhou sighed, returned to the table, and said, "Forget it, you continue to appreciate the moonlight, and I'll do it myself."
He picked up the ink block, ground it, frowned, and made a hissing sound of pain from his mouth.
"Hiss..."
"Hiss..."
He hissed a few more times, raised his head and peeked, only to find that the figure under the peach tree was gone.
Are you gone
A look of doubt appeared on Luo Qingzhou's face.
Did that girl come here just to see him, or was there something else? Or was she just bored
Just as he was guessing, the door creaked and suddenly opened.
Then, a pair of slender feet in snow-white stockings, lifting the soft hem of a light green skirt, walked in from the door.
Luo Qingzhou immediately let out another hiss and said, "It hurts..."
The door is closed.
Xia Chan walked silently to his side and looked at him with cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou was suddenly surprised: "Chanchan, I thought you were gone and your uncle was very sad. It seems that Chanchan still cares about your uncle."
Xia Chan ignored him and looked at the back of his hand.
Luo Qingzhou handed the ink block to her and said, "It's okay. This is the injury from practicing martial arts. Grind the ink."
Xia Chan paused, then took the ink block, placed the sword in her hand on the windowsill next to her, lowered her head, and ground the ink silently.
The faint scent of ink soon spread throughout the room.
She likes the smell of this.
It's like the smell of him...
Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, then he carefully recalled it in his mind again. Then he wrote down all of "The Bull Demon's Magical Skills" according to the translated text.
Judging from today's battle situation, the power of this martial art is indeed very great.
So he decided to study it thoroughly and learn it all.
It’s a pity that the demon race’s internal skills cannot be practiced, otherwise he wouldn’t have to worry about where to find the internal skills for the martial artist level.
The snow-white rice paper was soon filled with beautiful and vigorous small characters.
Xia Chan stood beside him, head down, grinding ink quietly, occasionally looking up to steal a glance at him.
Under the light, that pretty face was full of seriousness and thought.
Her eyes were also full of tenderness.
The moonlight falls on the windowsill, as white as snow and as gentle as water.
The atmosphere in the study is cozy, warm and harmonious.
After Luo Qingzhou finished writing, he carefully read it again, put down his pen, picked up the rice paper, lowered his head to blow dry the ink on it, and looked up and said, "Chanchan, is my uncle's handwriting beautiful?"
Xia Chan was looking at him infatuatedly. When she saw him looking at her, she immediately looked away and looked at the rice paper in his hand. After a pause, she said coldly, "That's enough, that's enough."
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing: "There's still one horse missing, Hu Hu."
Xia Chan turned away her pretty face and looked out the window: "Huh!"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her.
In the moonlight, she looked pure and cold, yet charming and lovely.
For some reason, that pretty face was stained with two light blushes, like blooming peach blossoms, pink and delicate, with an alluring fragrance.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly couldn't help but said: "Chanchan, you are so cute, uncle wants to... kiss..."
After saying that, he covered his eyes with his hands.
After waiting for a long time, the girl's pink fist did not hit me.
He opened his eyes and looked carefully through his fingers. There was no anger or murderous intent on that pretty face with a blush on it. The eyes were just staring at him blankly.
Luo Qingzhou was stunned, put down his hand and said: "Chanchan...ah!"
He covered his eyes and squatted on the ground.
Under the skirt, the pair of slender feet in snow-white stockings were ready to leave.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly covered his eyes with one hand, stood up and stopped her, saying: "Chanchan, you hurt my son-in-law, you can't just walk away."
Xia Chan held the sword, looked at him coldly, and prepared to avoid him.
Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Chanchan, stay with uncle for a while. It's still early, Qiu'er and Xiaodie won't be back until late. Uncle is injured again, can you bear to let him stay in the room alone?"
Xia Chan paused, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "I'll go and help you. Call Bailing."
Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes with one eye, was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, said nothing more, and passed him by.
She walked to the door, opened it, and walked out.
As she was bending over to put on her shoes, Luo Qingzhou's voice suddenly rang out from behind her: "Chanchan, Master suddenly feels that he still wants you to accompany him, okay?"
Xia Chan paused for a moment, put on her shoes and prepared to leave.
Just as she took a step, two arms suddenly stretched out from behind her and gently hugged her slender waist from behind.
Her body trembled, and just as she clenched her fists, the body behind her suddenly pressed against her back, and a voice with a warm breath sounded gently in her ears: "Chanchan, accompany the uncle for a while, okay?"
Her body froze and she stood there, motionless.
On that pretty face, a blush suddenly appeared like a blooming flower and began to grow hot. Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes lowered to look at the hands that were tightly clasped around her waist.
She stood at the door, motionless and silent.
Luo Qingzhou hugged her from behind, his cheek buried in her soft hair. After a moment, he suddenly leaned close to her ear, opened his mouth, gently bit her pink and blushing earlobe, and murmured in a low voice: "Chanchan..."
The girl trembled and suddenly became a little weak.
Luo Qingzhou's hand gently caressed her soft waist, then slowly moved up and slipped into her clothes...
"Bang!"
"ah… "
Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground and covered his other eye.
The girl held the sword and walked away coldly.
Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground for a long time before he stood up, slowly put down his hands that were covering his eyes, and looked outside the door.
There was nothing outside the door, only the cold moonlight.
He stayed there for a while before closing the door, walking to the beauty's bed, lying on it and closing his eyes.
He frowned, recalling the past scenes.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly there was a strange noise from the window.
He opened his eyes and looked.
Bailing was wearing a pink dress, standing stealthily outside the window, with one hand reaching into the window, holding the dark red gem.
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