The sun sets.
Cicadas are still chirping in the sycamore trees by the roadside.
Passersby were sweating profusely.
The air is still filled with a hot smell.
A cool evening breeze blew in from the alley, lifting the girl's black hair and light green skirt under the corner of the wall.
The girl held the sword in her arms, with a cold face, and stood there pretentiously.
She stared at the opposite wall, motionless.
I don't know whether she didn't notice the footsteps approaching or pretended not to hear them.
Luo Qingzhou stopped in front of her, stared at her beautiful and cold face for a while, and suddenly said: "Miss, I want to ask you about someone."
The girl's dark eyelashes trembled, her eyes still looking coldly at the opposite side, ignoring him.
Luo Qingzhou said: "I heard that there is a little girl in the Qin Mansion who is very cute and an expert in using swords. I also heard that she has a son-in-law who is very handsome and talented. Do you know their names?"
The girl's eyes finally turned to him.
Luo Qingzhou met her gaze and said in surprise, "Miss, you are so cute. I think you are definitely cuter than that girl from the Qin Mansion. Do you also have a better-looking and more talented son-in-law?"
The girl's eyes were cold and she raised her hand.
Luo Qingzhou covered his eyes subconsciously.
A hint of coolness fell on my cheek.
The girl's slender fingers gently tapped his cheek, as if searching for something.
Luo Qingzhou put down his hand, looked at her again, then raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, touched his face and said: "Sure enough, you also have a good-looking son-in-law."
After saying that, he took off his black tights, put on a loose Confucian robe, and suddenly transformed into a handsome, elegant and graceful young man.
"Chanchan, does the uncle look good?"
Luo Qingzhou asked.
Xia Chan didn't say anything, but looked at the back of his hand.
Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, stroked the cut on his fist and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It will heal in two days."
Xia Chan stared at the wounds and was silent for a while before she said, "Do you need my help?"
Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, but suddenly nodded and said, "Yes. Chanchan, when we go back later, can you help me apply some medicine and grind the ink for me, okay?"
Xia Chan looked up at him, her dark and clear eyes full of coldness: "I, am talking about, murder."
Luo Qingzhou met her gaze, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "No need. Chanchan, there are some people that I need to do it myself. Those people are too dirty and will dirty your little hands."
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, staring at him blankly with her dark and clear eyes, and whispered: "Chanchan, don't be afraid of getting dirty..."
There was wind blowing from the alley.
The girl's black hair was flying at her temples, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and a pure and fragrant breath filled the air.
That thin body and pretty appearance are like a newly blooming flower, green and charming.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. He raised his hand, wanting to hug her, but after hesitating for a moment, he put his hand down and said, "Let's go home. If you are not afraid of getting dirty, help me grind ink."
The setting sun fell on the horizon and the sky turned red.
The two returned to the mansion, one in front and one behind, and entered the Meixiang Garden.
Qiu'er and Xiaodie, who were wiping dust in the corridor, were about to speak when they saw him come back, but then they closed their mouths and looked at the figure behind him.
Qiu'er immediately put down the rag, picked up the basin, said something to Xiaodie, and then said: "Sir, Xiaodie and I are going to Xiaotao's place. We will be back later."
Xiaodie quickly ran into the kitchen, took a look at the food, then ran out and said, "Sir, the food is hot, you can eat with Sister Xiachan."
After saying that, the two little girls immediately packed up their things and went out.
Looking at the closed courtyard door, Luo Qingzhou turned around and said, "Chanchan, look, everyone is afraid of you. When they saw you coming, they all ran away, afraid that you would stab them with a sword. Can you keep smiling in the future instead of looking fierce?"
Xia Chan held the sword and looked at him coldly: "I only stab bad guys."
Luo Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then do you think that the uncle is a bad person?"
Xia Chan said coldly: "Yes."
Luo Qingzhou's eyes suddenly became dark: "Chanchan, what's wrong with me? You should speak with conscience. When you fell into the water, was it me who jumped in to save you without hesitation? When you got lost on that stormy night, was it me who..."
Xia Chan didn't listen to him repeat himself, she went straight up the stairs and into the house.
Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and followed in.
Xia Chan walked to the door of the study room and was about to bend down to take off her shoes when Luo Qingzhou immediately walked up to her, squatted down and said, "Chanchan, let me help you take them off."
As he spoke, he hugged her feet, helped her take off her shoes gently, and took the opportunity to touch her slender feet in snow-white stockings.
Xia Chan narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.
Luo Qingzhou quickly helped her take off the other one, stood up and said, "Chanchan, I have something I want to show you later, come in quickly."
As he said that, he helped her open the door.
Xia Chan gave him another cold look before entering the room.
Luo Qingzhou secretly wiped his sweat, took off his shoes, walked in and closed the door.
Xia Chan walked to the window and pushed it open.
The fragrance of flowers in the yard fills the air.
The sunset glow in the sky is like a brocade, lingering the last beauty of the evening.
Luo Qingzhou took out the black wooden stick from his storage bag, swung it, pointed at her back and said, "Chanchan, look at this stick, it's black and hard."
Xia Chan stood in front of the window, looking at the sunset in the sky. For a moment, she seemed to be distracted and ignored him.
Luo Qingzhou took a step closer, raised his stick and said, "Chanchan, the uncle is going to poke you from behind."
As he said this, seeing that she still had no reaction, he pushed forward and gently poked her slender waist and the hair that fell there.
Xia Chan finally came to her senses and turned around to look at him.
Luo Qingzhou shook the black wooden stick in his hand and said, "Chanchan, when you swing this stick hard, the front will become thicker. It looks like it is made of ordinary wood, but it is obviously not. When you hit the stone hard, it will not leave any marks. Pull out your sword and try to see if you can cut it off.
Xia Chan looked down, then pulled out the sword in her hand with a clang.
Before Luo Qingzhou could react, the sword had already fallen on his wooden stick. With a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere.
"Card!"
A breaking sound was heard.
A piece of something broke and fell to the ground.
Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, thinking that the stick in his hand was chopped off. While he was in a daze, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Upon closer inspection, he found that what fell on the ground was actually half a sword!
He started and looked up.
The girl stood blankly in front of the window, with only half of the sword in her hand left...
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
The room fell into silence.
Deathly silence.
Xia Chan held the remaining half of the sword in her hand, and after being in a daze for a while, her eyes began to turn red.
Tears began to sparkle in her eyes, her mouth slightly pouted, and then she slowly raised her head and looked at him.
“S-sorry…”
Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched and he was at a loss.
Of course he knew what this sword meant to this girl.
He had known her for such a long time, and he had rarely seen the sword leave her hand. Even when she slept, she would hold the sword in her quilt.
To her, this sword is more than just a cold sword.
He is her friend who has always been with her, her relative who has always given her a sense of security, and the most precious thing that has never left her.
But now, it was broken, broken by the ugly black stick he got from somewhere...
Looking at the girl's tearful eyes and her aggrieved expression with her pouty mouth, he felt so distressed...
"Chanchan... I was wrong..."
He apologized again, but even he felt powerless.
He dropped the stick in his hand and walked over. Not daring to face her eyes filled with crystal tears, he bent down, picked up the broken sword blade on the ground, stroked it, and suddenly his heart moved.
He quickly threw the broken sword on the ground, then took out the Golden Phoenix Sword that the eldest princess had given him from his storage bag, handed it to her, and said, "Chanchan, this sword is for you. Don't cry, don't blame me, okay?"
The Golden Phoenix Sword given by the eldest princess represents supreme power and glory.
But to him, it was not even as good as a tear from the girl in front of him.
He doesn't care about these things.
What he cared about was a living person, the girl who had fought alongside him, shared life and death with him, and gave him all her trust.
Xia Chan did not take the sword from his hand. She bent down, picked up the broken sword on the ground, wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, and walked out of the room.
Luo Qingzhou held the sword, frozen in place. He wanted to speak, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
The footsteps went out the door and disappeared into the courtyard.
He stayed there for a while, then he sighed and put away the sword in his hand.
He looked at the wooden stick on the ground. Just as he was in a daze, a low voice suddenly came from the window: "It's not your fault..."
When Luo Qingzhou turned around, he saw the thin and frail figure holding the broken sword, walking into the courtyard, and soon walked out the door and disappeared.
He was silent for a while, then he sighed, walked over, picked up the black wooden stick and took a closer look at it.
There was still no mark left on the stick.
The stick is a good stick, but he is not a good man.
Chanchan was right, he was a bad guy and always made her angry.
Now what? I made her cry today. How should I deal with this
I thought about it for a while in the study.
He decided to go to Lingchan Moon Palace to apologize.
If he doesn't go, I guarantee that Bailing will come to question him angrily.
He had to find a way to make amends.
I don't know if that sword can be bought outside.
He still has 100,000 gold coins and a demon pill, and he doesn't know if it's enough.
Thinking all the way.
Soon they arrived at Lingchan Moon Palace.
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