the next day.
Xiaodie stayed in bed late again.
Last time, she blushed and said that the master was pressing her hair and she couldn't get up. This time, she shyly said, "It hurts..."
Luo Qingzhou didn't do anything bad to her last night, he just pressed her arm accidentally...
"Next time, sleep on each side."
Luo Qingzhou rubbed her arms and got out of bed.
Seeing this, the little girl quickly got up from the quilt, knelt beside the bed, and helped him get dressed. She pouted and muttered, "No, I want to sleep with you, young master."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her, got out of bed and walked to the window.
When I opened the window, a cold breeze blew in my face.
But the smell is exceptionally fresh.
The snow didn't stop, but it was getting lighter.
Snowflakes slowly fall from the sky, like withered white petals, decorating the scenery outside the window.
The biting cold wind also stopped temporarily.
In the small courtyard, the pear trees are in full bloom.
All other flowers, plants and trees were covered in snow-white.
Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, looking at the snow scene outside, thinking about the incident of his soul leaving his body and the ghostly little ghost last night.
Xiaodie put on her clothes, with her waist-length black hair loose. She took a comb in her little hand, came behind him, and gently helped comb his hair, looking well-behaved, gentle, and adorable.
Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, suddenly turned around, hugged her slender waist, picked her up, put her on the table next to him, and let her sit there.
Then he bent down and looked at her.
Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, her fair face gradually blushed, and she said shyly: "Sir, what...what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just looking at you."
Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand and pinched her delicate face, and said with a smile: "Finally you have grown some flesh, and you are much cuter than before."
Xiaodie immediately became nervous and touched her face and said, "Master, have I gained weight?"
"No, this is fine."
Luo Qingzhou touched her slender calf again and said, "It's neither fat nor thin now, just right. Unlike before, it felt like bones and it was uncomfortable to hug."
Xiaodie lowered her head shyly, her heart filled with joy.
As long as you like it, sir.
… just be comfortable.
Seeing her showing her girlish shyness and innocence again, Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but move closer to her and kiss her red cheek, saying, "Okay, stop being silly and happy, it's time to work."
"Oh, oh oh."
The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses immediately, covered her face with her hands, jumped off the table, and ran out shyly and sweetly to prepare breakfast.
Finish breakfast.
Xiaodie went out again to find Xiaotao and the others to study.
Luo Qingzhou read the book for a while, and when he saw that the snow had gotten even smaller, he went out and walked towards Miss Qin's residence.
He hadn't been there yet and only knew the approximate location.
When passing by Miss Qin's door, he paused, looked at the closed gate, and was about to leave when the gate suddenly opened with a creak.
Bailing appeared in the door in a pink dress, her beautiful eyes flickering, two shallow dimples appearing on her pretty face. She smiled sweetly and said, "Sir, are you here to pay your respects to the young lady so early?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her lips and then at her neck.
Today her collar was round and not standing up, and she was not wearing a scarf, revealing her fair and slender swan neck.
There were no traces of it left.
"Just passing by. I'm going to pay my respects to the Second Miss."
Luo Qingzhou told the truth.
He looked at the sweet girl in front of him, and unconsciously a strange feeling surged in his heart.
Bai Ling looked at him suspiciously when she heard this: "Son-in-law, what do you want to do? Why did you go and provoke the second young lady again?"
Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "My wife asked me to go."
After a pause, he continued, "I just went to greet you and chat with the Second Miss. I have no other intentions."
Bai Ling stared at him seriously, then suddenly burst into laughter, her smile as beautiful as a flower: "Are you explaining to me, Master?"
Then he blinked playfully and whispered, "Are you afraid that I will misunderstand you, or that the young lady will misunderstand you? Or maybe..."
"Goodbye."
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more and turned to leave.
Bai Ling hurriedly asked, "Sir, have you been to the Second Miss's place? Do you know where she lives?"
Luo Qingzhou didn't look back and said, "I'll ask others."
Bailing stared at his back for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and ran back to the house. She quickly ran out again, holding a pink oil-paper umbrella in her hand. She chased after him, opened it, walked with him, and said with a smile, "Son-in-law, I'll go with you."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the flower umbrella above his head, then looked at her, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Bailing smiled and held the umbrella in front of him: "Son-in-law, you hold it. You are tall and I am tired of holding it."
Luo Qingzhou said: "You fight yourself, I don't need it."
Bailing didn't say anything, the flower umbrella in her hand was still placed in front of him, with a stubborn look on her face.
Luo Qingzhou frowned. Seeing that snow was pouring down on her head, he hesitated for a moment and finally took the umbrella, holding it between the two of them, leaning towards her.
Bailing looked up, then looked at his handsome and calm profile, her eyes moved, and she said nothing more.
She glanced back.
Under the eaves in the distance, among the falling snowflakes, there stood a hazy and slender figure, colder than the snow.
Luo Qingzhou held an umbrella and walked in the falling snow with the girl beside him. He smelled the fragrance of her hair and felt her breath. He couldn't help but recall the intimacy and love of that night again.
Just as he was about to speak, Bailing suddenly ran to the flowerbed next to him, picked a flower covered with ice and snow, ran back and handed it to him, with bright eyes and white teeth: "Son-in-law, this is for you."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and did not take it: "You take it, I don't like it."
Bai Ling was slightly startled: "Why? Flowers are so beautiful and so fragrant. Since ancient times, talented scholars have compared beauties to delicate flowers. My son-in-law has also written poems about the beauty of flowers and the moon. How could he not like flowers?"
Luo Qingzhou just didn't want to accept the flowers she gave him.
How could a man accept flowers from a woman
When he thought about how she was proactive and he was passive every time they had sex, he would be even less willing to accept it.
"Flowers are just flowers after all. No matter how beautiful they are, they are not as beautiful as people. No matter how fragrant they are, they are not as fragrant as people. Miss Bai Ling is right in front of me. She is prettier and more fragrant than flowers. Why should I need flowers?"
He looked ahead and said something perfunctorily.
It was really just perfunctory and casual, he swore.
"Um?"
He stopped and looked back.
The girl suddenly stopped where she was and did not move forward. She stared at him with her beautiful eyes, and the flower in her hand slowly dropped down.
The two of them met eyes across the wind and snow.
A cool breeze blew by, and the girl's pink skirt swayed slightly like blooming petals. The black hair beside her temples flew to the corners of her mouth, and a trance-like look appeared on her pretty face like a flower.
Luo Qingzhou didn't know that his casual remark would have such a big effect.
In the past, such words could even be said in a joking tone to a girl you were not familiar with.
But in this feudal era where men and women are reserved, such words...
"I was just joking, I just said it casually, don't take it seriously, Miss Bailing."
Luo Qingzhou held up an oil-paper umbrella and returned to her, shielding her from the wind and snow and also cutting off their line of sight.
Bailing suddenly turned her head and looked at him and said, "Son-in-law, something is wrong with you."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned and asked: "What's wrong with me?"
Bai Ling stared at him with burning eyes and said, "Son-in-law doesn't look like an honest man, he looks like a bad guy who deceives girls everywhere!"
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
"Let's go to the second young lady."
Arguing with a woman is like looking for trouble and asking for trouble.
"My son-in-law feels guilty, has accepted it, and dares not say anything?"
"I really feel guilty..."
"He is indeed a bad guy..."
"Miss, how pitiful."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her and she continued chattering.
The two of them held an umbrella and soon arrived at Miss Qin's residence.
After knocking on the door, Zhuer came to open it. When she saw them, her eyes lit up and she said quickly, "Sir, the young lady is writing the poem you wrote. Come in quickly."
Luo Qingzhou and the other person were brought in.
Before he came, he had already thought about it. Since Miss Qin Er liked stories like "The Fragrant Boudoir", he would reluctantly tell her the story of "The West Chamber".
It would be great if I could make the Second Miss happy.
Anyway, everyone in the Qin Mansion dotes on the Second Miss.
The mother-in-law's words have made it very clear.
He wanted to make the second young lady happy.
As for how to coax him, that is his own business.
After "Romance of the West Chamber", there is "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", and after that there is "Legend of the White Snake", "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" and so on.
It’s over. There are so many melodramatic TV dramas with more exciting stories.
If that doesn’t work, there are also other works similar to “Story of the Fragrant Boudoir” such as “The Golden Lotus” and “The Sex and Zen”. At worst, we can just ask Miss Qin to keep it a secret.
Anyway, as long as the second young lady is happy, he has completed his mission.
However, he would only spare one hour a day to satisfy the second young lady.
He still needs to practice during the remaining time.
Go through the corridor and turn into the backyard.
In the study on the left, the window carved with exquisite patterns was open. In front of the window was a desk covered with snow-white rice paper.
A white and delicate jade hand was holding a slender wolf hair brush and writing gracefully on the rice paper.
The owner of the jade hand was wearing a moon-white long dress with a thick snow-velvet fox fur coat on the outside. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were as slender as willows, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and she looked beautiful, delicate and graceful. She was Qin Weimo, the second daughter of the Qin family.
"Miss, the uncle is here."
Pearl said softly.
The girl raised her head, revealing a pretty but slightly pale face. Her clear eyes suddenly filled with brilliance.