The sun is shining brightly in the courtyard.
Bailing was standing in the yard in a pink dress, looking pretty, holding a small black whip in her hand, looking at him seriously.
Under the eaves not far away, next to the exquisitely carved window frame, Xia Chan was holding a sword, as cold as ice, and looking at him with the same cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them.
"Uncle, do you know you are wrong?"
Bailing snorted coldly, suddenly spoke, and shook the small whip in his hand.
Luo Qingzhou stood still: "I don't know."
Bai Ling raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't know? My son-in-law knew that the man had humiliated my Qin Mansion and my young lady, and broke off the engagement. He was extremely hateful, so why did he bring him here and make my young lady angry?"
Luo Qingzhou replied calmly: "First, I couldn't refuse. Steward Zhou and you didn't refuse either, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come here. Second, I know Miss Xia Chan won't let him in, and I know he can't possibly see the eldest lady. Third..."
Bai Ling's eyes moved: "What is the third one?"
"Third, I want to let off some steam."
Luo Qingzhou said calmly.
Bai Ling was stunned: "Let out a sigh of relief?"
Then his expression changed, as if he understood something, and he asked again: "Has the uncle let out his anger?"
Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and saluted to the cold girl under the eaves: "Some of it has come out. Thank you Miss Xia Chan for letting me see his frustrated look for the first time, and also letting me know that he can be timid."
The girl under the eaves snorted coldly and turned her pretty face away.
The seriousness on Bai Ling's face disappeared, and she suddenly smiled and said, "Son-in-law, are you afraid? Who are you afraid of? Chanchan or the young lady? Or me?"
Luo Qingzhou did not answer, but cupped his hands and said, "If Miss Bailing is alright, I will go back to study."
Bailing smiled and said, "Son-in-law, you haven't thanked Chanchan yet. Chanchan helped you vent your anger, and you just said thank you, is that enough?"
Luo Qingzhou raised his head, glanced at her, and then looked at the girl under the window frame of the eaves.
But the girl was no longer there at some point.
It is true that he came silently and left without a sound.
Bai Ling rolled up the whip in her hand and said, "Sir, the young lady is reading in the garden behind. Go and greet her. You have to accompany the lady tonight, so you don't have to come."
Luo Qingzhou's heart moved slightly when he heard this. Reading a book
From the first time they met until now, he has never seen Miss Qin reading a book. Every time he sees her, she is in a daze.
Bailing led him through the corridor, around the house, and came to the back garden through the side passage.
"Miss, the uncle is here."
Luo Qingzhou followed behind and entered through the round door covered with green vines. Suddenly, he heard the sound of sword practice.
He stared at it.
In the pavilion in front, a girl in a white dress sat there quietly, reading a book in her hand.
The bright sunlight was cut into pieces by the branches and leaves outside the pavilion, and sprinkled on her black hair like a waterfall, forming tiny dots, gently jumping in the breeze like naughty elves.
That profile bathed in sunlight is flawless.
In the open space outside the pavilion, a pretty girl in a green dress was dancing fiercely in the sun, holding a sword.
Her waist is as slender as a willow, her skirt is like a flower, her long hair is dancing, and her figure is graceful.
The early-blooming plum blossoms on both sides fluttered down and swirled around her slender and light body, as if they were playing and dancing with her.
Those dark, bright eyes were still as cold as winter.
"Uncle..."
As Luo Qingzhou was watching silently, Bailing suddenly came up to him and whispered, "When Chanchan dances with the sword, she is either happy or angry. Guess why she is like this this time?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, then ignored her and walked outside the pavilion. He bowed his head and saluted to the girl in the pavilion through the vermilion railings and called softly, "Miss."
Qin Jianjia paused for a moment, then raised her head slightly and looked at him calmly.
After looking for a moment, he nodded slightly, then lowered his head and continued reading.
Still no words.
But this time, there was finally some response.
Luo Qingzhou prepared to say goodbye.
Bailing quickly reminded him in a low voice: "Son-in-law, Chanchan is dancing with a sword, watch it before you leave. Otherwise, Chanchan will think you are not giving her face and will be angry."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the graceful and cold figure in the courtyard again, ignored her, and walked straight towards the round gate.
He would no longer believe a word of this Bai Ling girl's.
If he really stood here and peeked, the sword that was playing with the flowers would probably play with his life soon.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
Just as he was walking towards the round gate, the sword's momentum suddenly increased!
The sword's wind swished, and the sword light filled the garden, sounding in his ears like a violent storm.
At the same time, a chill came over me.
Instantly, he felt a chill down his spine and an itch on his neck.
He froze and stood still, not moving.
But the chill still locked onto him, causing his hair to stand on end involuntarily.
He stood there frozen for a few seconds before slowly turning his head to look at the beautiful figure in the courtyard with her flowing skirt and dancing black hair.
The flower petals are like rain, and the pretty face is covered with frost.
The sword in the girl's hand suddenly slowed down, and the sword light that illuminated the whole garden gradually faded away.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt a chill enveloping his whole body, and without knowing when, it disappeared quietly.
Everything is back to normal.
It seemed as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
He was stunned, still standing there, looking at the slender and cold figure, motionless.
Bai Ling came over, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Sir, why don't you leave?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at the figure dancing with the sword without looking away and ignored her.
Bai Ling also looked over and whispered, "Master, is she pretty? If you think she's pretty, go find Miss and ask her to take her away. Let her be your maid, okay?"
Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.
After a while, the cold figure dancing with the sword among the petals finally stopped.
“Zheng!”
The sword is sheathed.
The girl looked at him with cold eyes.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, turned and left.
Bai Ling quickly shouted behind him, "Uncle, you just said that Chanchan was so sexy when she was dancing with the sword, is that true? Is she as sexy as me?"
"… "
Luo Qingzhou walked out of the courtyard quickly and soon disappeared.
"Chanchan, don't look at me like that. My uncle really said it just now. He whispered it into my ear and almost bit my ear."
Bailing said with a smile.
Xia Chan held a sword and stood under the plum tree, looking at her coldly.
"Oh, Chanchan, Uncle just said that your breasts are smaller than mine. You are shy and you wrap them so tightly on purpose. Your breasts are obviously bigger than mine. Next time you see Uncle, you must take the initiative to explain, so that Uncle won't misunderstand you."
Bailing continued to tease.
Xia Chan held the sword, turned away and looked away, her pretty face still as cold as ice.
The girl sitting in the pavilion reading a book seemed to be oblivious to the hustle and bustle outside the pavilion. She still kept her head down, reading the book quietly.
The morning breeze is particularly naughty.
It passed by the girl's ears, blowing her hair, and carrying the fragrance of the first flowers blooming on the branches, it gracefully spun and danced in the garden.
Luo Qingzhou returned to the courtyard and closed the door.
Then he entered the house, took out the Sun and Moon Mirror from under the bed, turned over the side with the sun carved on it, and placed it on the desk in front of the window, facing the sunlight.
Luo Yu's arrival today further strengthened his determination to practice.
In this era, the gap in status comes from one's background and is difficult to change.
Even Yuan, who once held great power, could not even have his mother buried in the family tomb because he was a bastard.
But one's own strength can be changed.
The weak follow the rules.
The strong can make the rules.
Therefore, he must become stronger!