My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 288 Chanchan, You Are So Cute

Luo Qingzhou didn't go there.

Under the light and in full view, the wounds on his hands and the bruises on his neck were easily exposed.

So he directly said to Meier: "I still have homework to finish today, so I won't go. Please help me look at it first. If the second lady has something important, you can come and call me again. If it's just an ordinary greeting , just bring me the letter when the time comes."

When Meier heard this, she immediately emphasized: "Uncle, Madam let you go."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I know, but the autumn test is coming soon, and I have to finish my homework every day. Just say that when you go back, Madam will understand."

Mei'er frowned, and when she was about to speak, Bai Ling who was standing at the door said, "Mei'er, let's go, I'll help my uncle to see it."

Mei Er glanced at her, and could only say: "Uncle, besides the letter from Second Miss, there is also a letter from Miss Biao."

Luo Qingzhou said indifferently: "It's nothing more than dissatisfaction with the ending of those stories. Let Bailing read it for me. After you finish reading it, bring it to me."

He was innocent with Second Miss, and even more so with that little cousin, there was nothing to shy away from.

Bai Ling heard this, and immediately smiled: "Yeah, thank you for your trust! Meier, let's go!"

Meier didn't dare to refuse, so she had to leave disgruntled.

After the two left, the courtyard fell silent.

Xiaodie finally dared to speak: "My lord, when Sister Bailing came, she asked my servants a lot of questions, all about what the young master is doing recently, what books she is reading, where she has been, and even asked my servants... the number of times."

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and said, "How did you answer?"

Xiaodie's cheeks were slightly red: "The servant girl said that the young master has been studying at home recently and has not gone anywhere. Regarding the intercourse... the servant girl answered truthfully."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said indifferently: "It's okay, don't worry about her. If she asks again in the future, just answer like this."

After finishing speaking, he went into the study and said, "I won't take a bath tonight, and I don't need to go to bed."

Under the eaves, the two little girls looked at each other and said "Oh".

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while in the room, then walked to the desk and sat down, spread out a piece of rice paper, studied the ink by himself, and prepared to transcribe the "Niu Mo Shen Gong" that was in his mind.

He still doesn't quite understand some of them, so he will ask that elder sister Yue tonight.

I hope the other party can speak tonight.

Just as she was thinking about something and studying ink, the door of the room suddenly opened, Xiaodie poked her head in, and said in a low voice: "My lord, sister Xia Chan is here and she is standing in the yard. The servant girl asked her what was the matter, but she didn't answer." say."

Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled, got up and went to push open the window.

In the courtyard, the moonlight is bright.

A girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the peach blossom tree, like a sculpture, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, thought for a moment, turned his head, looked at the door and said, "Xiaodie, call Qiu'er together, go out and play for a while, and come back later."

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, and quickly closed the door with an "oh".

Not long after, the two little girls went out with embroidery tools and closed the courtyard door by the way.

Only then did Luo Qingzhou look at the thin figure in the courtyard and said, "Chanchan, come in quickly, it's cold at night, don't freeze."

Xia Chan looked at him under the tree, still didn't move or speak.

Luo Qingzhou raised his hands and said: "Look, my uncle's hand is injured, but he needs to grind ink and write. Chanchan, can you come in and help my uncle?"

Then he said: "Young master swears, you won't talk nonsense anymore."

Xia Chan still stood there, motionless and did not respond.

"Hey……"

Luo Qingzhou sighed, returned to the table, and said: "Forget it, you can continue to appreciate the moonlight, my uncle should do it yourself."

He picked up the ink stick, and while grinding it, he frowned, and made a painful "hissing" sound from his mouth.

"hiss……"

"hiss……"

He hissed a few more times, looked up and peeked, and found that the figure under the peach blossom tree was no longer there.

have they gone?
A trace of doubt appeared on Luo Qingzhou's face.

That girl came here just to take a look at him, or is there something else?Or, just bored?
Just as he was guessing, the door creaked and opened suddenly.

Immediately, a pair of slender little feet in snow-white socks, flapping the soft light green skirt, walked in from the door.

Luo Qingzhou immediately hissed again, and said, "It hurts..."

The door is closed.

Xia Chan walked silently, walked to his side, and looked at him with cold eyes.

Luo Qingzhou's face was suddenly full of surprise: "Chanchan, I thought you were gone, and my uncle is sad. It seems that Chanchan still loves my uncle."

Xia Chan ignored him and looked at the back of his hand.

Luo Qingzhou handed the ink block in front of her, and said, "It's okay, my uncle got hurt from practicing kung fu, let's study the ink."

Xia Chan paused, Fang took the ink stick, put the sword in his hand on the window sill next to him, lowered his head, and studied the ink silently.

The faint fragrance of ink soon spread in the room.

She likes to smell it.

It's like the smell on him...

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in the ink, recalled it carefully in his mind, and Fang wrote down all the "Niu Mo Shen Gong" according to the translated text.

Judging from today's battle situation, the power of this technique is indeed great.

So he decided to study it thoroughly and learn it all.

It's a pity that Yaozu's inner strength mentality can't be cultivated, otherwise he wouldn't have to worry about where to find the inner strength mentality of the martial artist realm.

On the snow-white rice paper, delicate and elegant small characters were quickly covered.

Xia Chan stood beside her, lowered her head, studying ink quietly, and looked up at him from time to time.

Under the light, that delicate face was full of seriousness and thought.

Her eyes were also full of tenderness.

The moonlight fell on the window sill, as white as snow and gentle as water.

In the study, the atmosphere is warm, warm and harmonious.

After Luo Qingzhou finished writing, he read it again seriously. Fang put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, lowered his head to dry the ink on it, and raised his head and said, "Chanchan, is my uncle's handwriting beautiful?"

Xia Chan was staring at him obsessively. When he saw him looking over, she immediately looked away and looked at the rice paper in his hand. After a pause, she said with a cold expression: "General, just."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing: "There's one less [horse horse, tiger tiger]."

Xia Chan turned her pretty face away and looked out the window: "Hmph!"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

Under the moonlight, his appearance was beautiful and cold, but delicate and charming.

For some reason, that pretty face was stained with two faint blushes, like peach blossoms in full bloom, tender and delicate, with an alluring fragrance.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly couldn't help but die again and said: "Chanchan, you are so cute, my uncle wants to... kiss..."

After finishing speaking, he covered his eyes with both hands "swish".

After waiting for a long time, the girl's powder fist did not come over.

He opened his eyes and carefully looked through his fingers. There was no anger or murderous intent on that pretty flushed face, just staring at him blankly.

Luo Qingzhou was dumbfounded, put down his hands and said, "Chanchan... ah!"

He covered his eyes and squatted on the ground.

Under the skirt, those slender little feet in snow-white socks were ready to leave.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly covered his eyes with one hand, stood up and stopped her, and said: "Chanchan, you hurt my uncle, you can't just walk away."

Holding the sword, Xia Chan gave him a cold look with her eyes, ready to avoid him.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Chanchan, stay with my uncle for a while. It's still early, Qiu'er and Xiaodie will come back very late. My uncle is injured again, do you have the heart to let my uncle stay in the room alone?"

Xia Chan paused on the spot, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "I'll go, help you, call Bai Ling."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her with one eye, was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, said nothing, and passed him by.

She went to the door, opened the door, and walked out.

Just as she was bending over to put on her shoes, Luo Qingzhou's voice suddenly sounded from behind her again: "Chanchan, I suddenly feel that I still want you to accompany me, okay?"

Xia Chan paused, put on her shoes and was about to leave.

As soon as she took a step, two arms suddenly stretched out behind her, gently hugging her slender waist from behind.

Her body shook, and just as she clenched her fists, the body behind her suddenly pressed against her back, and a warm voice sounded softly in her ears: "Chanchan, stay with me again, okay?" ?"

She froze and froze in place, motionless.

On that pretty face, the blush suddenly bloomed like a delicate flower, and it began to become hot. The thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were lowered, looking at the hands tightly hugging her waist.

She stood at the door blankly, motionless and silent.

Luo Qingzhou hugged her behind him, his cheeks buried in her soft hair, after a while, he suddenly moved close to her ear, opened his mouth, gently bit her pink and blushing earlobe, and whispered Muttering: "Chanchan..."

The girl's body trembled, and suddenly she felt a little weak.

Luo Qingzhou's hand gently stroked her soft and slender waist, then slowly moved up and got into her clothes...

"boom!"

"what……"

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground and covered his other eye.

The girl held the sword and walked away coldly.

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground for a long time, Fang stood up, slowly put down the hand covering his eyes, and looked outside the door.

The door is empty, only the cold moonlight.

He stayed there for a while, then closed the door, walked to the beauty's couch, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.

He frowned, recalling the scene after scene.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a sudden noise from the window.

He opened his eyes and looked.

Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress, standing furtively outside the window, with one hand stretched into the window, holding the dark red gemstone in his hand.

　I got off work late today, no more.

　
(End of this chapter)