Night falls.
A silver moon rises above the branches.
In the back garden, in the pavilion.
Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress, sat there quietly, looking at the lotus in the pond outside the pavilion. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a dazed look appeared on her beautiful face.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress, leaning against the railing, standing beside, looking down and piecing petals in her hands, mumbling softly, as if she was also thinking about something.
Xia Chan suddenly walked in from the round door.
Bai Ling heard the footsteps, looked up at her, was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sword in her hand, his face suddenly changed: "Chanchan, your sword..."
Xia Chan walked into the pavilion, stood beside the snow-white figure, and handed over the broken sword in her hand with grievance.
Qin Jianjia came back to her senses and looked at the broken sword in her hand.
Bai Ling asked curiously, "Chanchan, how did it break? This sword was made by the young lady herself, and a lot of good materials were added to it."
Xia Chan pursed her lips and said nothing.
Qin Jianjia raised her hand and took the two broken swords in her hand. She glanced at the broken parts and her expression changed slightly.
Bai Ling glanced at her and asked cautiously, "Miss, can it still be repaired?"
Xia Chan bit her pink lips and clenched the hilt of the sword with her small hands.
Qin Jianjia looked up at her and said, "Can I make you a new one?"
Xia Chan's eyes were suddenly filled with mist.
Bailing glanced at her and dared not speak again.
Qin Jianjia looked at the broken sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "It can be repaired, but it won't be as sharp as before, and it may break again."
After a pause, she murmured, "Even if something with a crack is repaired, the crack is still there. Although you can't see it, if it is about to break, it will still break from there."
The garden fell into silence.
No one spoke anymore.
Qin Jianjia stroked the broken sword in her hand, and was stunned for a while before saying, "Okay, I'll help you fix it."
At this moment, Bai Ling suddenly turned her head, looked towards the round door, and said, "Miss, the son-in-law is here."
Soon, footsteps were heard outside the door.
Luo Qingzhou walked into the round door and saw all three of them. Bai Ling was holding the two broken swords in his hands, frowning in thought, while Xia Chan was turning her face away, looking elsewhere, with crystal tears seeming to hang on her curved eyelashes.
He walked over and took the initiative to apologize, "Miss, I broke Miss Xia Chan's sword. I'm sorry. How much does this sword cost? I'll compensate her."
When Bai Ling heard this, she looked at him in surprise and said, "Son-in-law, did you do it? How did you do it? Chanchan's sword is very hard."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and said, "I have a stick there, it's also very hard. I asked Chanchan to try it, but I didn't expect that..."
"What stick?"
Bai Ling's face was full of curiosity.
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and looked at Miss Qin in the pavilion. He bowed again and said, "Miss, it's my fault. I know this sword is very important to Miss Xia Chan. I want to ask, can I buy her a new one?"
In fact, these words were also said to Xia Chan.
Qin Jianjia looked up at him and said calmly, "Ask her."
Only then did Luo Qingzhou look at the girl next to him.
Xia Chan turned away, looked away, bit her pink lips, and whispered, "No need."
Bailing suddenly interrupted and said, "Uncle, we are all family, and you didn't do it on purpose, Chanchan won't blame you. But, uncle can compensate Chanchan."
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and asked, "What compensation?"
Bailing tilted her head and thought carefully for a while. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, "Uncle, don't you have a very beautiful gem? You can give it to Chanchan. Just consider it as an apology. Chanchan will definitely not be angry with you anymore."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, looked at her, and without hesitation, took out the dark red gem from his arms.
In the moonlight, a faint light flickered in the center of the gem.
He handed the gem to Xia Chan and said, "Chanchan, this is for you."
Xia Chan turned away and was about to refuse when Miss Qin suddenly said, "Take it."
Xia Chan was startled for a moment, glanced at her, then turned her head and looked at the dark red gem.
She reached out to take it, placed it in her palm, and stared at it in a daze.
Luo Qingzhou said awkwardly: "Well, how about we go out together tomorrow, and I'll buy you another sword?"
Xia Chan didn't reply.
Bai Ling spoke again: "Uncle, Chanchan said she doesn't need it anymore. Even if you buy it, Chanchan won't want it. And Chanchan's sword can actually be repaired. I will go to the Second Young Master tomorrow. The Second Young Master knows a sword forger and should be able to help repair it."
Luo Qingzhou asked: "Really?"
Bai Ling nodded and said, "Yes."
Then he snorted again, "I'm not like you, my son-in-law, who loves to lie."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the girl in the pavilion, and didn't dare to stay any longer. He bowed and said goodbye, then said: "Bai Ling, come and see me off."
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran to hide behind Xia Chan, poked her head out and shook her head: "No, I don't want to..."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, said nothing more, and left quickly.
After he leaves.
The garden was quiet for a while, and Bai Ling suddenly asked, "Miss, you can see that there is something wrong with this gem, right?"
Qin Jianjia reached out her hand and took the gem from Xia Chan. She looked at it carefully for a moment under the moonlight and said, "I've seen it in an ancient book. This should be an ancient rune specially inlaid on weapons."
Bai Ling's eyes lit up and she said, "No wonder the young lady asked Chanchan to take it. This kind of thing is useless even if it is given to the son-in-law."
Qin Jianjia stood up, walked out of the pavilion, and said, "Bring the sword here, I have something to do tonight."
"Um."
Bai Ling immediately took the two broken swords and followed, then turned back and said, "Chanchan, come quickly, now you can finally merge with your son-in-law openly, um, I said it's a thing."
Xia Chan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and followed.
Silence soon returned to the back garden.
After Luo Qingzhou returned to Meixiang Garden, he ate, took a medicinal bath, and then called Xiaodie into the study to grind ink.
He planned to copy down the remaining demon language in his mind onto paper so that he could show it to Sister Yue tonight. This would be much more convenient than writing each word on a handkerchief.
Only half of the demon clan text was written before. After being translated by Sister Yue, it became three chapters of demon clan skills.
One is the inner strength technique, one is the Bull Demon Magic Skill, and one is an aphrodisiac.
The only thing he can practice now is the Bull Demon Magic Skill.
I don’t know what else is recorded in the text below.
I will also ask the martial artist about his internal skills tonight.
If that doesn't work, he can only try the demon clan's internal skills.
The night in July was very hot.
Even the evening breeze blowing in from the window carries a hint of heat.
Xiaodie, draped in a thin green gauze, stood beside, grinding ink with her head down. In a short while, she was sweating profusely.
Seeing that the young master was writing seriously, she felt distressed. She ground the ink with one hand and picked up a small round fan embroidered with peonies with the other hand and fanned the young master gently, hoping to cool him down.
She herself felt uncomfortable due to the heat.
Luo Qingzhou wrote as fast as a dragon and quickly copied the remaining words onto the paper.
After reading it carefully again, Fang put down his pen.
After blowing the ink dry and putting away the rice paper, he took another blank piece of rice paper and spread it out.
He decided to write down the demon clan's internal energy skills. This way, it would be easier to compare them with the various acupoints in the human body. If he didn't understand something, he could ask Sister Yue.
I picked up the pen again, dipped it in ink, and was about to continue writing when I suddenly saw a drop of sweat falling on the table.
He was stunned for a moment, then looked up. The little girl was already sweating profusely and her face was flushed, but she was still waving a small round fan in her hand to fan him.
Luo Qingzhou felt extremely distressed and quickly put down his pen and said, "Xiaodie, stop fanning me. Young Master is not afraid of the heat, so fan yourself. Go and call Qiu'er in, you two can change and let her grind the ink for a while."
Xiaodie wiped the sweat from her forehead and said softly, "Sir, it's okay. I can still hold on. Sister Qiu'er has gone out and will be back later."
Luo Qingzhou reached out and held the fan in her hand, which was still fanning herself, and said, "Okay, stop fanning, take a break. And you can take off your coat. You are at home, and there is no one else around, so just wear a small bellyband."
Xiaodie blushed and said shyly, "No."
Although she had slept with the young master a long time ago, that was at night when the lights were turned off. Now the lights were so bright, of course she felt shy.
Seeing that she was shy, cute, gentle and considerate, and seeing that she was so hot, Luo Qingzhou's heart was suddenly filled with pity. He held her wrist, pulled her into his arms, let her sit on his legs, and forcibly took off her light gauze skirt.
Xiaodie squirmed in his arms: "Sir, don't..."
"Don't move, it's not like you haven't seen it before, sir."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and helped her take off her dress. Then he took the fan from her hand, put his arm around her slender waist with one hand and fanned her with the other.
Xiaodie was shy and touched: "Sir, this servant... this servant..."
Qiu'er carried a lantern and went to Xiaotao to get some embroidery supplies.
As I walked into the courtyard, I suddenly saw that the window of the study was half open.
She stood in the yard for a moment, then immediately turned around and left with light steps.