The wind is a bit strong.
The snow is like cotton wool, fluttering in the air.
Luo Qingzhou was thinking about things all the way to Miss Qin's residence.
The gate is open.
There was no sound and no one in the yard.
Luo Qingzhou knocked on the door and waited for a while. No one answered. When he was about to leave, he heard a series of slapping sounds in the passage on the side of the house.
Then, the sound of a girl crying was heard.
"Wuwu, Chanchan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have eaten your candied haws secretly, please, don't hit me, please..."
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
The sound of applause rang out again.
"Woo woo woo..."
The girl cried even louder.
Luo Qingzhou hesitated and walked in.
When he crossed the courtyard and came to the passage on the side of the house, Fang saw a girl in a pink dress standing alone under the eaves, crying and talking, and clapping her hands.
"Uncle, you are here..."
When Bai Ling saw him, she immediately rubbed her tearless eyes and said aggrievedly: "Chanchan just hit me, and when she saw the uncle coming, she ran away immediately, running so fast. The uncle has to make the decision for me, wuwu..."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and walked straight to the back garden.
Bailing was still whimpering, rubbing her eyes with her two little fists, and secretly looking at him through her fingers. Only after she saw him walk away did she follow him.
Luo Qingzhou entered the back garden.
Miss Qin was wearing a white dress, still sitting in the pavilion beside the pond, reading a book quietly.
Xia Chan stood aside, holding a sword. Her pretty face was as cold as ice. When she saw him come in, she didn't even look at him, as if she was not the one who took the initiative to ask him for candied haws during the day.
Luo Qingzhou walked to the pavilion in the snow, bowed his head, and repeated the three words he said every night: "Miss."
Qin Jianjia raised her head and looked at him calmly.
He paused and nodded slightly as a response.
Luo Qingzhou looked up at her, but still didn't see what was in her mind.
Not speaking with your mouth, and not speaking in your heart either
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the cold girl next to him again. As soon as he looked over, the cold girl also looked at him, her eyes as cold as the wind and snow outside the pavilion.
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and prepared to leave.
Bai Ling suddenly appeared, with two shallow dimples on her face, and said with a smile: "Uncle, just now outside, you said that I was very sweet, sweeter than the candied haws you bought for Chanchan today, is that true?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her pink lips and was about to speak when Bailing suddenly smiled and said, "So, uncle, who do you think is sweeter, me or Chanchan?"
“The candied haws are sweet.”
Luo Qingzhou replied, ignored her, and left quickly.
After his back disappeared in the wind and snow outside the door for a long time, Bai Lingfang stretched out a slender jade finger, touched her lips, looked at the cold girl in the pavilion and said, "I didn't lie. My son-in-law really said outside that I have a sweet mouth. Chanchan, do you want to taste it?"
The girl in the pavilion turned sideways and looked away, still with a cold face, not saying a word.
Bai Ling stretched out her jade hand, catching the snowflakes falling from the sky, and sighed, "It's really cold tonight. If we sleep together and talk mouth to mouth for a while, it should be warm enough."
"What do you think, Chan-chan?"
She looked at the girl holding the sword in the pavilion again.
The night wind is cold.
A silver moon hung in the dark clouds in the night sky, appearing and disappearing.
When Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, Xiaodie had already spread the quilt and lit two oil lamps and many candles.
The room was bright.
"Sir, is this okay?"
Seeing him looking at the bed, the little girl blushed and asked softly.
"Okay, go to bed first."
Luo Qingzhou nodded.
Xiaodie didn't dare to stay any longer, and when she reached the door, she whispered again: "Sir, if you need to wash after making love with the young lady tonight, remember to call me a maid."
Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything.
Xiaodie closed the door gently and left.
She returned to the room and continued embroidering on the bed, feeling secretly puzzled: the young lady always came quietly and left quietly. She must be embarrassed and afraid of being seen.
Then her face became hot again, and she murmured in a low voice: "I am a maidservant, I should be there to serve all night..."
Thinking of what Grandma Sun taught her, her little face became even hotter.
Granny Sun had told her that as a maidservant, she should serve by the bedside whenever the young master and young lady were making love. If the young master was in the mood, or if the young lady was tired, she could... could...
"Hmm..."
The more she thought about it, the more she blushed. She covered her face with shame and buried it in the quilt. Her petite body twisted and turned because of shyness. Her delicate feet in pink stockings were resting on the edge of the bed and bouncing around...
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
Snowflakes are still falling outside the window.
Luo Qingzhou closed the window, took off his shoes, socks, clothes and pants, got on the bed, lay down under the quilt and closed his eyes.
I carefully read the cultivation methods recorded in the book "About Soul Refining" in my mind.
The first step is to eliminate distracting thoughts, and then to calm your mind and focus your attention.
Then, according to the instructions on the picture, I focused all my energy on looking inward, from the abdomen through the acupuncture points, slowly rising up, all the way up, rushing to the top of my head...
Repeat this process until the soul breaks free from the shackles, severs the constraints of the physical body, and completely breaks out from the acupoint on the top of the head.
Luo Qingzhou decided to give it a try.
Hold your breath, calm your mind, focus your attention, gather all your energy like your eyes, and look inwards...
Then, he started to move up slowly from each acupoint.
Like climbing a mountain, step by step, one step at a time, with trees on both sides slowly retreating, and moving forward with difficulty...
Looking up, the towering mountains are hazy and ethereal, seeming far and near.
“Hu…Hu…”
Just when he had climbed one-third of the distance, he suddenly couldn't hold his breath anymore. He was gasping for air and sweating profusely. At the same time, he felt a stabbing pain in his head like needles.
Sure enough, my mental strength is still not enough, and my soul is still not strong enough.
If I force myself to go up again, I will probably exhaust my energy and damage my soul, which will bring irreversible consequences.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to try again. He rubbed his head and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
"call-"
At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew the window open.
Then, the candle on the table went out with a puff.
At the same time, the two oil lamps on the table went out.
The room suddenly became dark.
The flames of the remaining few candles also began to shake violently.
Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly sat up and looked at the darkness outside the window and said, "Wait! I have something to say..."
He suddenly froze, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.
There was strangely an extra person on the bed, kneeling behind him, one hand around his waist, and breathing sweet breath onto his earlobe.
Then, a small mouth suddenly bit his ear.
Luo Qingzhou trembled and said quickly: "Miss Bailing, I know..."
“Bang!”
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly slapped and fell onto the bed.
Before he could open his eyes and see the other person clearly, the remaining candles in the room suddenly went out with a puff.
Then a soft body pressed down on him and bit his mouth...
Although he tried his best to wake himself up, he still felt dizzy and his eyes were shaking, and he couldn't see anything clearly...
Then, another strip of cloth was tied around his eyes.
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
At the last moment of his conscious mind, he decided to mark her, a mark that she would not be able to erase tomorrow!
"Um… "
He shuddered and closed his eyes...
Outside the window, the night wind is howling and snowflakes are flying.
Inside the house, the curtains are swaying and the flowers are blooming in the spring...