My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 47 The girl dances the sword
In the courtyard, the sun is shining.

Bailing was wearing a pink dress and was standing pretty in the small courtyard, holding a small black leather whip in his hand, looking at him with a serious expression.

Under the eaves not far away, next to the exquisitely carved window lattice, Xia Chan held the sword, as cold as ice and snow, and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them too.

"Uncle, do you know what's wrong?"

Bailing snorted coldly, suddenly opened his mouth, and shook the small leather whip in his hand.

Luo Qingzhou stood still: "I don't know."

Bailing raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't know? My uncle knew that that person humiliated my Qin Mansion, humiliated my young lady, regretted the marriage and quit the relationship. It was extremely abhorrent. Why did you bring him here to make my young lady angry?"

Luo Qingzhou replied calmly: "First, I can't refuse. Butler Zhou did not refuse like you, otherwise he wouldn't be here. Second, I know that Miss Xia Chan will not let him in, and I know that he can't see him. To Miss. Third..."

Bailing's eyes moved: "What is the third?"

"Third, I want to take a breath."

Luo Qingzhou's face was smooth and authentic.

Bailing was stunned: "Exhale?"

Immediately, his expression changed, and he seemed to understand something, and said again: "Is that uncle out of breath?"

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head to the cold girl under the eaves and cupped his hands: "Something went out. Thank you Miss Xiachan, for letting me see his frustrated appearance for the first time, and let me know that he will also be timid."

The girl under the roof gave a cold "hum" and looked away from her pretty face.

The seriousness on Bailing's face disappeared, and she suddenly smiled: "Master, are you timid? Who are you afraid of? Chan Chan or Miss? Or, me?"

Luo Qingzhou did not answer, but cupped his hands: "If Miss Bailing is all right, then I will go back to study."

Bailing smiled and said: "Master, you haven't thanked Chan Chan yet. Chan Chan helps you vent your anger, is it enough for you to say thank you?"

Luo Qingzhou looked up, glanced at her, and then looked at the girl under the eaves and windows.

But the girl was no longer there.

Sure enough, it came silently, and went silently.

Bailing rolled up the little leather whip in his hand and said, "Uncle, Miss is reading in the garden at the back. Go and say hello to Miss. You have to accompany Mrs. tonight, so you don't need to use it."

When Luo Qingzhou heard the words, his heart moved slightly, reading?

From the first time we met to now, he had never seen Miss Qin read a book, and every time he saw her, he was in a daze.

Bailing took him through the corridor, bypassed the house, and came to the back garden from the side passage.

"Miss, my uncle is here."

Luo Qingzhou followed behind, entered through the round door crawling with green vines, and suddenly heard the sound of practicing swords in his ears.

He stared.

In the gazebo in front, a girl in a white dress sat quietly, looking at the book in her hand.

The bright sunlight was shattered by the branches and leaves outside the pavilion, and sprinkled on her jet-black hair like a waterfall.

That side face bathed in sunlight is flawless.

In the open space outside the pavilion, a pretty girl in a green dress, holding a sword, danced fiercely in the sun.

The waist is like a willow, the skirt is like a flower, the long hair is dancing, and the figure is graceful.

The plum blossoms that bloomed early on both sides fell in pieces, swirling around her slender and light body, as if they were playing and dancing with her.

Those dark and bright eyes were still as cold as winter.

"Uncle..."

While Luo Qingzhou was watching silently, Bailing suddenly leaned in front of him and said in a low voice, "Chanchan dances the sword, either happy or angry. Guess why she is this time?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, ignored her, walked outside the pavilion, bowed her head to the girl in the pavilion through the scarlet railings, and whispered, "Miss."

Qin Jianjia paused for a while, then Fang raised his head slightly and looked at him calmly.

After watching for a while, he nodded slightly, lowered his head again, and continued to read.

Still did not speak.

But this time, there was finally some response.

Luo Qingzhou is ready to leave.

Bailing quickly reminded in a low voice: "Uncle, Chan Chan is dancing the sword. You can go after you read it. Otherwise Chan Chan will feel that you don't give her face and will be angry."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the icy figure in the courtyard with a graceful figure, ignored her, and walked straight towards the round door.

For the words of this lark, he will not believe it at all.

If he really stood here and peeked, it is estimated that the sword that was playing with flowers would come to play on his life later.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Just as he was walking towards the round gate, the sword's momentum suddenly turned ill!
The sword wind swish, and the sword light filled the garden, resounding in his ears like a gust of wind and rain.

At the same time, a chill came.

In an instant, he felt a chill down his spine and an itchy neck.

He froze in his footsteps, stood still, and did not move.

But the chill still locked on him, causing him to stand upside down involuntarily.

He froze in place for a few seconds, Fang slowly turned his head, and looked at the beautiful figure in the courtyard with the flowing skirt and the dancing blue silk.

The petals are like rain, and the pretty face contains frost.

The sword in the girl's hand suddenly slowed down again, and the sword light shining in the garden gradually faded away.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt the chill that enveloped his body, and he disappeared without knowing when.

Everything is back to normal.

It seemed that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

He was stunned, still standing there, looking at the slender and cold figure, motionless.

Bailing came over, looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Uncle, why don't you leave?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword dancing figure without looking sideways, ignoring her.

Bailing's eyes also looked over, and whispered: "Uncle, is it good-looking? If the uncle thinks it looks good, go to the young lady, ask this little girl to go there, and go to the uncle to be the little girl in the room, okay? "

Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.

After a while, the icy figure dancing with the sword in the petals finally stopped.

"Zheng!"

The sword is sheathed.

The girl looked coldly.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze and turned to leave.

Bailing hurriedly shouted from behind: "Uncle, you just said that Chan Chan is very warped when she dances the sword. Is it true? Is there me warped?"

"..."

Luo Qingzhou walked out of the courtyard quickly, and soon disappeared.

"Chanchan, don't look at me like that. Uncle just really said it. He secretly said it against my ear, and he almost bit my ear."

Bailing smiled and said authentically.

Xia Chan held the sword and stood pretty under the plum tree, looking at her coldly.

"By the way, Chan Chan, my uncle just said that your chest is smaller than mine. Who made you shy and deliberately wrapped so tightly, yours is obviously bigger than mine. The next time you see uncle, you must take the initiative to defend it. , lest my uncle misunderstand."

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 turn a blind eye to the excitement outside the pavilion, still bowed her head and read the book quietly.

The morning wind is particularly naughty.

Passing by the girl's ears, blowing her hair, with the fragrance of the flowers blooming on the branches, swirls gracefully in the garden and dances gracefully.

Luo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard and closed the door.

Then he entered the room, took out the sun and moon mirror from under the bed, turned up the side carved with the sun, and placed it on the desk in front of the window, facing the sun.

The arrival of Luo Yu today has strengthened his determination to cultivate.

In this era, the gap in identity comes from one's origin and is difficult to change.

Even Yuan Xun, who used to be powerful, could not even enter his mother's grave because he was a concubine.

But its own strength can be changed.

The weak follow the rules.

And the strong can make rules.

Therefore, he must become stronger!

(End of this chapter)