"Jianjia, let's go."
Song Ruyue didn't hesitate at all and directly pulled Miss Qin into another room.
Seeing this, Bai Ling immediately followed in and said, "Madam, let me give you a massage."
Then, he closed the door.
Xia Chan was the only one left outside the door.
Xia Chan stood at the door for a moment, looking towards the first room.
The door is not closed.
Xiaodie was standing in the door, blinking at her.
The two looked at each other.
Xiaodie was a little embarrassed and could only say, "Sister Xiachan, come in, the bed is very big, the uncle won't bully you."
Xia Chan withdrew her gaze, walked to the door of the second room, turned around, leaned against the wall next to her, crossed her arms over her chest, held the sword in her arms, and stood motionless.
After a while.
Luo Qingzhou walked out of the room, took her hand and said, "Come on, go in and have a rest. Why are you standing here like an idiot?"
Xia Chan immediately clenched the sword in her hand and looked at him with cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou didn't give her any explanation, he pushed and pulled her, forced her into the room and closed the door.
The room quickly fell silent.
Not long after, the door of the next room slowly opened.
Bailing poked her head out stealthily, opened her lively eyes, and peeked at the door and the corridor outside, then turned her head and said, "Madam, Chanchan was really tricked into the room by the son-in-law."
Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "I don't think that kid would dare to do anything wrong."
Bai Ling said: "That's not necessarily true. Maybe after some sweet talk from the son-in-law, Chanchan will take the bait."
"Huh, is Chan'er that stupid?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly, paused, and suddenly stood up from the bed and said: "That girl really looks that stupid."
The two of them left the room together and listened at the door for a while. When they heard no sound, they immediately moved closer, stuck to the door, bent their bodies, stuck out their buttocks, and continued to eavesdrop with bated breath.
There was silence in the room.
The two maintained the same posture and listened for a while. When they were about to straighten up, they suddenly heard a crisp "pop" sound coming from the room.
Immediately, the sounds of "Snap! Snap! Snap!" were heard one after another.
Song Ruyue's expression suddenly changed.
Bai Ling opened her eyes wide.
At this moment, Xiaodie's panting voice suddenly came from inside: "Sister Xiachan... Come on, come and help me..."
Then Xia Chan's voice came from inside again: "Oh."
Song Ruyue was furious and slammed the door.
The door was not locked and was knocked open.
Song Ruyue's eyes widened in anger and she said, "Stop it, kid! Let go of my Chan'er!"
Bailing immediately stuck his head in and looked inside with wide eyes.
Xiaodie was standing in front of the window with her hands raised, her dress neatly arranged, looking at them in astonishment.
Xia Chan stood beside her, holding the hilt of the sword, and a look of doubt also appeared on her cold and pretty face.
The air suddenly became silent.
Xiaodie suddenly pointed to the top of her head and said, "Sister Xiachan, over there, hurry up!"
“Bang!”
A cold light flashed, and the sword came out!
A mosquito flying in the air was instantly split into two!
Xia Chan put away her sword and looked towards the door.
Xiaodie then asked weakly: "Madam, what...what happened?"
Song Ruyue froze at the door and said awkwardly, "I'm hitting... hitting mosquitoes."
Then he turned around and searched the entire room, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Where is Qingzhou? Didn't he just come in?"
Xiaodie said respectfully, "After the young master brought Sister Xia Chan in, he went out and said he was going to sit in the hall. Madam, is there anything you want to talk to him about? I will go and call him now."
Having said that, he was about to go out.
Song Ruyue hurriedly stopped her and said, "No, no, no, no need to shout. I just came to check on you because I was worried that you wouldn't be used to sleeping. It's okay, you guys continue, I'm going back to my room to rest."
After saying that, he walked out dejectedly and helped them close the door.
The two looked at each other at the door, saw the embarrassment on each other's faces, and then looked towards the hall outside the corridor together.
They walked forward for a distance before they saw a familiar figure sitting by the window not far away.
He was wearing a loose Confucian robe, looking elegant, refined and graceful, and was staring at the river outside the window in a daze.
"Let's go back to the room and rest."
Song Ruyue looked at him a few more times before retracting her gaze and turning back to the room.
Bailing followed him back and closed the door.
The two had just entered the room.
Luo Qingzhou stood up from his seat in the hall, came over, pushed open the door and walked in.
Then, he closed the door and locked it.
In the room.
Xiaodie was squatting on the ground, looking for the mosquito's body with her eyes wide open.
Xia Chan stood in front of the window, holding a sword, looking at the river outside. After hearing the noise, she moved her body slightly, clenched the sword in her hand, still looking outside, motionless.
"Xiao Die, come and help the young master."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the two of them, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.
Xiaodie said "Oh", stood up, walked to the bed, and helped him massage his legs, saying, "Sir, the Madam came just now, and she seemed to be afraid that you would bully Sister Xia Chan."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the pretty figure in the window and said nothing.
Xiaodie helped him massage his shoulders again and whispered, "Sir, how are we going to sleep at night? Sister Xiachan won't agree to sleep with us, right?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "It's okay, there are a lot of mosquitoes here, just let her stand there and help us kill mosquitoes."
As soon as I finished speaking, a chill suddenly came over me.
Luo Qingzhou looked towards the window.
Xia Chan turned her head away, looking at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou closed his eyes, pretending not to see it, and moaned, "It feels good... A little lower, a little lower... Use a little more strength..."
Xiaodie shouted: "Master, I have already used my best strength..."
Luo Qingzhou turned over, lay on the bed, and said, "Stupid, if you can't do it, go ask your sister Xia Chan to massage you. She will definitely be more comfortable than you."
Xiaodie clenched her fists and pounded his back. She glanced at the window and said weakly, "I dare not..."
Luo Qingzhou said: "What are you afraid of? She won't eat you."
Xiaodie said, "Then go and ask for it, young master."
Luo Qingzhou said: "With my status, how could I ask her for help? You...ah!"
He felt a sudden pain in his lower back and immediately opened his eyes and turned his head to look.
Xia Chan had been standing beside the bed without him noticing. She stretched out a hand, grabbed his waist, and stared at him coldly with her eyes.
Xiaodie stepped aside and was laughing secretly with her hands covering her mouth.
Luo Qingzhou begged for mercy: "Let go, you're grabbing my kidney..."
Xia Chan's pretty face was cold. She stared at him for a while before she said, "Do you want me to help you with your back massage?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned when he heard this, then nodded happily and said, "Yes."
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Xia Chan suddenly raised her fist and punched him on the back several times.
Luo Qingzhou grimaced in pain, holding his back, twisting his body and saying, "Chanchan, you are so cruel... No more... My son-in-law was wrong..."
Xiaodie was laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.
"snort!"
Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the window, holding the sword, looking out the window coldly, as if nothing had happened just now.
Luo Qingzhou hissed a few times, turned his head and said, "Xiaodie, come up and sleep with the young master."
Xiaodie immediately said shyly: "Sir..."
Luo Qingzhou said with a straight face: "Come up."
"oh… "
Xiaodie glanced at the window, blushed as she walked to the bed, took off her shoes, climbed up, and lay down inside. Her face was burning as she begged, "Master, Sister Xiachan is here, don't...ah!"
Xia Chan, standing in front of the window, clenched the sword in her hand.
"Sir, don't..."
"Sir, be gentle, it hurts..."
Xia Chan stood frozen in front of the window for a while before slowly turning her head and looking over.
Luo Qingzhou was kneeling on the bed, massaging Xiaodie's shoulders. He seemed to know that she was watching him, so he turned his head and looked into her eyes, saying, "Chanchan, do you want to come over and lie down, so that your uncle can massage you too? Your uncle's technique is very sophisticated."
Xia Chan ignored him and looked out the window again.
The sun gradually sets in the west.
Soon, it fell into the green hills in the distance.
As night fell, the entire river was plunged into darkness.
But soon, a bright moon rose into the sky.
The bright moonlight shines down, making the river water sparkle.
The cruise ship has left the shore and is floating downstream in the river.
The lobby on the first floor began to become lively.
All the scholars gathered there, chatting eloquently.
On the stage, artists invited from a brothel in Kyoto were performing a graceful dance, and waves of melodious piano sounds were floating in the hall.
In the room.
Xiaodie, who felt so comfortable being pinched by Luo Qingzhou, had fallen asleep exhaustedly without knowing when.
After five days of bumpy carriage ride, the little girl was almost exhausted.
Xia Chan still held the sword and stood motionless in front of the window.
The pure white moonlight poured in from the window. Her pretty face was still as cold as ice, but there was a hint of softness between her brows.
Luo Qingzhou got off the bed, put on his shoes, walked quietly behind her, stood quietly for a while, then stretched out his arms and gently hugged her slender waist from behind.
Xia Chan's body trembled and she clenched the sword in her hand.
Luo Qingzhou pressed his whole body against her back, buried his cheek in her soft hair, and smelled her charming hair fragrance.
Xia Chan's body was stiff, and the sword in her hand was shaking slightly.
Luo Qingzhou whispered: "Chanchan, even if you draw your sword and kill me, I still want to say something to you. You... smell so good."
Xia Chan's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled, and she whispered, "Release... Release..."
Luo Qingzhou did not let go, but hugged her even tighter.
Suddenly, he picked her up horizontally, walked over, put her on the bed, and lay down with Xiaodie.
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, lying there, looking at him with wide eyes, her pretty face burning, and she said in a trembling voice: "Don't..."
"What else?"
Luo Qingzhou asked, then suddenly turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Then he closed the door and left quickly.
Xia Chan lay there quietly, staring blankly at the door with a look of confusion on her face.
"Squeak..."
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
A head suddenly poked its head in from outside stealthily, opened its eyes wide, and looked at the bed, then looked at other places in the room.
Immediately, another head popped in from under the first head and also looked at the bed and other places in the room.
"Madam, it seems that only Chanchan and Xiaodie are on the bed, and the son-in-law has not sneaked in."
"I see."
"Should we wake them up?"
"Let them sleep. Once they have had enough sleep, they won't have to sleep together at night."
"Madam is wise."
"hehe."
"Madam, there are women from the brothel dancing in the hall downstairs. It's so lively. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"No! A bunch of slutty women wearing rouge and powder, twisting their hips and waists and flirting, it's disgusting to look at, what's so good about it?"
"Madam, but the son-in-law must have gone."
Song Ruyue's face suddenly changed, and she stood up hurriedly and said, "Let's go! Let's take a look!"
After saying that, he hurried out immediately.
Bailing held back her laughter and followed behind.
The two of them walked down the stairs hurriedly, one in front of the other.
As soon as I got to the first floor, I heard a woman on the stage singing in a gentle voice: "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes; it is difficult to have everything in life..."
Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then her face changed and her pace became more hurried.