"Whoosh!"

The duel begins.

"Forehead ......"

The duel is over.

Luo Qingzhou had just started to eject, and before he could punch out, the sharp tip of the sword had already hit his neck.

A hint of coldness, cold skin.

"Re!"

He retracted his fist and took a few steps back.

Then he bowed his body, clenched his fists again, stared at the figure in front of him, and said, "Start!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he had already "swished" and rushed out like a sharp arrow!

But the figure in front has disappeared.

The back of his neck was cold, and the sharp tip of the sword had already touched his skin.

He froze in place, his fist raised, and fell limply.

"Come again!"

“……”

The neck on the side was cold, and the tip of the sword was pressed against it again......

Luo Qingzhou finally couldn't help but say, "Chanchan, can you slow down a little?" At the very least, let me punch my fist out first, right? ”

Xia Chan put away her sword and said coldly: "You, too slow." ”

Luo Qingzhou was depressed and said, "I admit that I am slow." But can you let Uncle Jean, let Uncle Jean get out with a few punches? Otherwise, my uncle will be uncomfortable. ”

"Huh."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she didn't mean to let go at all.

Luo Qingzhou sighed, didn't want to be humiliated anymore, put away his fists, went over and picked up the sword, and went back to the house and said, "I won't play with you anymore, it's not interesting." ”

Xia Chan stood in the courtyard, looked at his back, paused, and suddenly said, "I, let you." ”

Luo Qingzhou walked to the eaves, turned his head to look at her and said, "Let me stop playing with you." ”

After saying that, he entered the house.

The sword was sheathed and put away in a storage bag.

Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.

The room fell silent.

In the courtyard, there was silence as well.

The breeze blows, and the petals fly on the peach blossom tree.

The girl under the tree held the sword in her hand, and stood there for a long time, then lowered her head, plunged the sword into its sheath, and turned to leave.

Just after taking two steps, the window of the study suddenly opened.

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, do you know how to study ink?" ”

Xia Chan paused, stunned, turned her head, and was about to shake her head, Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write, no one helps me study ink, I can't be busy alone." If you can, come in and help your uncle. ”

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Come on in."

Luo Qingzhou shouted.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house.

He stopped at the door of the study.

She looked at the shoes in the doorway and began to hesitate again.

"Squeak......

The door opened.

Luo Qingzhou appeared inside and said, "Take off your shoes and come in, what are you rubbing?" ”

Xia Chan glanced at him, then at the spotless snow-white carpet in the study, and at the furnishings full of bookish fragrance, bowed her head slightly, and hesitated: "I...... I, don't enter...... Yes! ”

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, picked up one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot wearing snow-white Luo socks.

"You ......"

"What are you? That night under the bridge, my uncle didn't help you get off. ”

Luo Qingzhou took it for granted, picked up her other foot again, and helped her take off her shoes.

Then he couldn't help but say something and pulled her in.

Immediately, the door was closed.

Xia Chan stood at the door, clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was dyed with two shallow flushes, she bit her pink lip, and wanted to fight back and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the desk in front of the window, sat down with her back to her, and urged: "Come on, I'm going to write." ”

"Oh......"

Xia Chan was suddenly deflated, moved a pair of delicate little feet, and walked over cautiously.

Looking at the books on the shelves, the incense and hand warmers on the desk, smelling the ink, feeling the smell of books in this space, and then looking at the graceful figure in a Confucian robe sitting in front of the desk, the inferiority complex in her heart suddenly became stronger.

Walking to the desk, looking at the inkstone and ink block representing the literati and women, she was suddenly at a loss and even more panicked.

She had never touched any of these things and didn't know what to do at all.

Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink block, brought the inkstone in front of him, and while gently grinding it in it, he lowered his head and said: "Look, grinding and grinding slowly like this, you can grind a lot of juice soon, don't stop, make the juice even, not too thick, not too light, and add water appropriately......"

A faint scent of ink suddenly came to my nose.

Xia Chan lowered her head, let out an inferior "oh", hesitated, and put the sword in her hand on the windowsill next to her.

Luo Qingzhou put down the ink block, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said, "Sit down and grind, take your time first, don't rush, you will be proficient in a while." ”

Xia Chan didn't sit down, stood next to her, reached out and carefully picked up the ink block, and began to grind it slowly in the inkstone.

At first, I was rusty and nervous, but slowly, I became proficient.

"Yes, that's it, continue."

Luo Qingzhou praised it, dipped his pen in ink, and began to continue to write the unfinished "Sima Art of War".

The pen is warm and moist, and the ink is elegant, like flowing water.

In a short time, a large article has been written.

Xia Chan was silently studying the ink, while peeking, her eyes were stupid, and the coldness on her pretty face had already become extremely soft at some point, and she didn't seem to even notice it.

In the room, the heating is overflowing and the cigarettes are curling, which is extra warm.

Dripping under the eaves, dripping with drops of water.

Time passed silently.

An afternoon passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.

The ink block in Xia Chan's hand was almost gone, and her white little hands were already covered with black ink.

Luo Qingzhou finished writing "Sima The Art of War" and wrote two more chapters of "The Story of the Three Kingdoms", and then stopped.

He put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired?" Grinding for so long. ”

Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the rice paper in front of him with several pages of small characters densely written, and said in a low voice: "You, you're tired." ”

Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head and blew dry the ink, and carefully rolled up the rice paper.

Then he got up and said, "Chanchan, I remember that I promised you last time that when the task of that night is completed, my uncle will take you to eat delicious food, remember?" We'll go tonight, okay? ”

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Okay." ”

She suddenly remembered something, put down the ink block in her hand, and with her other clean hand, picked up her sword from the windowsill, and said, "I, go back, one trip." ”

With that, he turned around and walked out of the room.

After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, hurriedly walked to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, just the two of us go, don't tell Bailing." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and followed her gaze, under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink girl in a pink skirt was standing there prettyly, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand, and her bright eyes were looking at him.

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

"Uh......h Woohoo......"

The girl under the tree suddenly cried, rubbed her eyes with two small fists, turned around and ran towards the outside of the courtyard, crying as she ran: "People don't care about my uncle anymore, woo woo ......"

Xia Chan turned her head and looked at the window.

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.

Luo Qingzhou was embarrassed in front of the window for a while, Fang picked up the rice paper on the table and put it in the storage bag.

Then he washed his hands and went out.

Xia Chan returned to the Cicada Moon Palace, entered the room, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the money bag from the innermost.

She first took some broken silver from her purse.

After thinking about it, I took some more.

He hesitated for a moment.

Then, the whole money bag was loaded on the body.

When Luo Qingzhou came to the Cicada Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, pouting, tearing the petals in his hands, tearing a piece, and saying in his mouth: "Stinky aunt......"

Tear another piece, and said again: "Bad aunt......"

"Stinky Aunt, Bad Aunt, Smelly Aunt, Bad Aunt......"

Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bailing, my uncle is wrong, my uncle actually didn't mean that......"

"Stinky aunt! Bad uncle! Aunt Sei! Liar uncle! ”

Bai Ling stood up suddenly, quickly tore off the petals, then turned around and continued to rub his eyes with his small fists, and ran into the house with a "woo-woo".

When Luo Qingzhou followed, she had already run into the room and closed the door.

In the room, there was a cry of "woo woo", full of grievances.

Luo Qingzhou had to raise his hand and knock on the door, and after knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.

It turned out that the door was not plugged in, but was just hidden.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, pushed open the door, walked in, closed the door again, and then apologized and explained: "Bailing, my uncle shouldn't have said that just now, but it's really not what you think." Last time, Xia Chan helped her uncle, and her uncle promised to take her out to eat delicious food. Uncle knows that you will definitely leave someone to watch the eldest lady, so my uncle asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry when you heard it. In fact, my uncle thought about it, wait for next time, my uncle will take you out alone, or, tomorrow, okay? ”

"Woo......"

Bai Ling was still lying on the bed, crying very sadly.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and say, "Bailing, don't cry, why don't we all go out together later?" The eldest lady also went out together? ”

Bai Ling immediately said: "Miss won't go out!" Woo......"

Luo Qingzhou sat down on the edge of the bed, touched her upturned buttocks and said, "Bailing......"

"Ahh

Bai Ling suddenly exclaimed, hurriedly turned over, covered his buttocks, opened his eyes wide, looked at him with a frightened face, and said, "Uncle, you...... Why are you touching people's butts? ”

Luo Qingzhou saw that she didn't cry at all, and her eyes didn't even redden, so she couldn't help but laugh and say angrily: "What are you talking about?" Uncle wants to be nervous about you. ”

Bailing: "......"

In the room, the house is full of pink, the curtains are covered, and the fragrance hits people.

A man and a woman sat on the edge of a soft bed, looking at each other in an ambiguous atmosphere.

Bai Ling felt a little panicked, and immediately got up to run away, Luo Qingzhou grabbed her slender waist, grabbed her, and sat on his lap.

"Uncle, don't ...... Don't be nervous...... Hmmm......"

Luo Qingzhou kissed her little mouth.

Bai Ling sat in his arms, his body writhing and struggling, his face full of begging for mercy, and his arms slowly hugged his neck......

The kiss lasted for a long time before Fang stopped.

Luo Qingzhou let go of her mouth and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Bai Ling's face was flushed, and his eyes looked at him in confusion and said, "No...... Don't be ......."

Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, his hand ran along her waist, slowly slid down, and when he was about to reach into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door.

I don't know when, the door has opened silently, and Xia Chan is standing there, silent.

Luo Qingzhou's hand stiffened, and he hurriedly took it away.

"Xia Chan is here......"

He whispered.

The girl in his arms came to her senses, turned her head, looked at the door, and quietly took her little hand out of his clothes.

Then he suddenly jumped off his legs, his two small fists were immediately clenched, and he rubbed his eyes and "woo woo", and said aggrievedly: "Chanchan, Chanchan, uncle...... He's squeezing at people again, woo...... Fortunately, people would rather die than give in, and did not let him succeed, woo......"

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