"Uncle, don't you really want to go in?"

The entrance of the Cicada Moon Palace.

Bai Ling held a flower umbrella, holding a freshly picked plum blossom in his hand, and his pretty face showed an expression that seemed to be smiling: "Uncle, don't regret it." ”

"Not going in."

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, said goodbye and left.

It's just a story.

With that Miss Qin's character, it is impossible to like listening to it at all.

As for the girl Xia Chan, who is as cold as frost and can only dance swords and kill, she won't listen to it.

He doesn't waste time on unnecessary things.

Back to the courtyard.

Look at the time, it's almost noon.

He didn't go out to practice again, but went back to his room and took out those few books about martial artists to look at.

Outside the window, the snowflakes stop and fall.

Time passed quietly.

Luo Qingzhou finished reading the two books, raised his arms and stretched out, looked outside, and suddenly his heart jumped and his face changed.

Under the pear tree covered with snowflakes in the courtyard outside, I don't know when, there was a strange figure standing, motionless.

Dressed in a light green dress, slender and slender, with black hair reaching to the waist, arms hugging his chest, holding a sword in his arms, leaning sideways, his face was as cold as frost.

Snowflakes are falling slowly.

The girl stood sideways, looking away, like a sculpture, silent and motionless.

When did it come?

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, stood up, and looked at the door of the small courtyard again.

The courtyard door is closed.

Bai Ling did not follow.

She came alone?

What are you doing?

Luo Qingzhou suddenly remembered what Bai Ling said to him when he came back.

This girl wouldn't really come to trouble him because he only told the story to the second lady and didn't tell it to her young lady, right?

This is too open-minded......

He withdrew his gaze and walked out.

"Miss Xia Chan, is there something wrong?"

He walked under the pear tree, bowed his head and bowed his hands, and did not squint.

The girl hugged her sword and looked away, her chin raised slightly: "Hmph! ”

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

What does hum mean?

He had known each other for so long, and he had never heard this girl say anything else.

He had to look up and ask, "Is it because of the story of "The Legend of the West Chamber"?" Miss Xia Chan wants me to go and tell the eldest lady about it too? ”

The girl didn't reply, her cold eyes finally looked at him, and her dark pupils showed a cold light.

When Luo Qingzhou was speculating about what she really meant, she said in a cold voice: "Speak." ”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned: "Talking about "The Story of the West Chamber"? Right now? ”

The girl looked at him coldly and did not speak again.

When Luo Qingzhou was hesitating, a familiar chill suddenly enveloped his whole body.

The sword that the girl was holding in her arms had already hung down to her waist at some point.

His heart jumped, and he hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Okay, then I'll talk about it again." ”

Be all abroad.

"Once upon a time, there was a woman named Cui Yingying, who was nineteen years old ......"

This time, it's not so detailed.

Luo Qingzhou only talked about a general idea, and many plots were mentioned in one sentence.

Anyway, this girl didn't come purely for the story.

Presumably to vent her anger at the young lady.

“…… Since then, Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying have lived a happy and sweet life......"

More than ten minutes.

He told the whole story very perfunctorily.

"Miss Xia Chan, I'm done talking......"

He arched his hand.

The girl in front of her was silent.

When he looked up, he found that there was still the figure of the girl in front of him.

The girl had already left, without knowing when.

This skill......

Sure enough, you can't provoke.

Luo Qingzhou went over and closed the courtyard door, sighed, and felt as if he had caused another trouble.

When the time comes, I am afraid that I will only be afraid of one story, and I will have to tell it twice.

The second lady once, the eldest lady once.

He didn't know that at this time, Zhu'er had already gone to his mother-in-law, and was reporting about his visit to the second lady today, and also briefly said the "Legend of the West Chamber" he talked about.

"Hmph, what a big dog, you dare to tell such a nasty story to my family Weimo! Men and women have a private meeting, and they are privately determined for life! Phew! Shameless! Dirty! …… What else? That's it? Can't you write more? …… Did he make it up himself, or did he read it somewhere? ”

“…… The slave doesn't know. ”

"Damn! Mei'er, that kid came over tonight, remember to ask him to re-explain the "Legend of the West Chamber" to me carefully! I'd like to listen carefully to how the shameless scholar in it deceived and charmed that young lady! ”

"Yes, ma'am."

"Zhu'er, in the future, every move of that kid when he goes to Weimo, every look, every word, you will show me clearly, remember, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"How is Weimo feeling today?"

"After my uncle left, Miss was in a daze, but she seemed to be in a much better mood."

"Go, take the chicken soup I just boiled, give her a cup, and force her to drink it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Wait...... Give that stinky boy a portion too. Hmph, I know all day long that I hide in the house and read, my body is not as weak as Weimo, and it will fall down as soon as the wind blows, give him more chicken soup to make up for it, take care of his little life, don't die before the exam. ”

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't talk too much, don't say I boiled it."

"Yes."

"Hmph, how can I, a noble little tender hand, make chicken soup for a wealthy junior? It was all boiled by Mei'er, and we drank the leftovers and were ready to pour it out. ”

"Yes, ma'am, the slave understands."

"Go ahead, the mouthy girls have been sunk."

“……”

Luo Qingzhou returned to the house and put away the book.

Look at it's already noon.

I took out a large piece of cooked beef from the storage bag and ate it with hot tea for lunch.

After eating, when he was about to go out to practice in the bamboo forest, Steward Zhou suddenly came in a hurry with the little servant and said, "Uncle, someone from Chengguo Mansion is here, and I want you to go back." said that the second son of Luo missed you, so let you go back to have lunch together, and the carriage was already waiting at the door. ”

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed with coldness, and the fist in his sleeve slowly clenched.

Missed him?

Want to have lunch with him?

That day, when he went out of the city to worship the killer his mother encountered, did he also miss him and invite him to lunch?

That little imp last night, I'm afraid he also came to invite him to lunch, right?

"Uncle, if you don't want to go, I'll let my subordinates refuse them."

Steward Zhou looked at him and said.

He also knew what happened when he went back to Chengguo Mansion last time.

Such a thing happened to the two families, it is said that there should not be such a dealing, not to mention that the other party did not regard this young man as the son of the government at all, and he was suddenly invited today, but I am afraid that it is not simple.

When Luo Qingzhou was thinking, Bai Ling's crisp voice suddenly came from the side: "If Uncle wants to go, I can ask Chanchan to accompany you." ”

Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look.

In addition to the Bai Ling holding the flowers, under the eaves not far away, the cold girl with a sword in her arms was also standing there.

Before Steward Zhou came here, he had already sent a servant over to inform them first.

"It's okay if I go back myself."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at Bai Ling, and then at the cold girl not far away.

"No, uncle, you must let Chanchan accompany you."

Bai Ling walked over, handed the flower umbrella in his hand in front of him, winked at him secretly, and whispered: "Go and ask Chanchan, she will agree." ”

When Luo Qingzhou was hesitating, Bai Ling said again: "This is what Miss meant, if my uncle doesn't bring Chanchan with me, Miss will be worried." ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her, with a hint of self-deprecation in his eyes: "Are you sure?" ”

Bai Ling blinked his watery eyes, and his face was innocent: "Of course you're sure, what does my uncle mean, don't you believe that Miss will be worried?" ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her with complicated eyes, didn't say anything more, paused, took the umbrella, and walked towards the cold girl under the eaves.

When he approached, he arched his hand and said, "Miss Xia Chan, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Humph!"

The girl turned away and looked away, her face cold.

"Beg her ......"

Bai Ling followed behind him, reminding in a low voice.

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, and when he didn't know how to speak, the cold girl suddenly turned around and left, walking in the direction of the outside of the mansion.

Bai Ling hurriedly said: "Okay, uncle, Chanchan has agreed." ”

Then he reminded in a low voice: "Uncle, go and hold an umbrella for Chanchan, don't let her get drenched in the snow, Chanchan is not feeling well today." ”

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he didn't hesitate any longer, and hurriedly chased after him with an umbrella, opened the umbrella, and covered the top of the girl's head.

The two were originally one after the other, separated by a distance, and gradually, they were staggered together, getting closer and closer.

Looking from a distance from behind, it seems as if one is snuggled in the arms of the other.

Bai Ling looked at their backs as they gradually walked away, stood in place for a while, turned to leave, and couldn't help pouting and muttering: "Stingy ghost, isn't it just to give people umbrellas for a while and walk with them for a while...... And ...... like that."