Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 690 The Pure White Rabbit
Qingluo stabbed out under the extreme shock and anger, and she absolutely did not spare half of her strength.

So the moment she stabbed, she woke up and was shocked.

However, because the distance between them was too close, it was too late to withdraw.

Seeing the dagger piercing Lan Hao's waist, before Qingluo could react, the dagger clanged and was bounced back.

The huge rebounding force made Qing Luo completely unable to hold the dagger, and the dagger flew out, stabbing deeply into a tree in the backyard.

The trembling green radish was in severe pain.

She raised her head in astonishment, facing Shang Lan Hao's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"How is it? Now you know whether I have mastered my martial arts?"

"You... this is your martial arts?" Qingluo thought of the word invulnerable.

If this is done well?
No wonder he always looked so weak before, it turned out that his power was so frightening after he was trained.

It was worth it to show weakness for so many years before.

Lan Hao's tone was not kind: "I asked you to try it just now, but you ignored me, what's the matter with the sneak attack now? I really want to murder my husband!"

Qing Luo was still pinched under his arm, and she forgot about it in shock.

"You said try, is that the way to try?"

"Otherwise, how do you think you'll try?" Lan Hao looked down at her strangely, suddenly, "Ha, I said little carrot, where did you think? Everyone said that I, the master of Lan Da Pavilion, is unruly, but compared with you, I'm as pure as a little white rabbit."

Qingluo's face turned crimson immediately.

She admitted that she really wanted to be crooked.

But whoever it is, I'm afraid it's impossible to think of it. He said try, stabbing him with a knife, right?
"Hey, your hand—"

Lan Hao was surprised, quickly put her down, took her hand, and frowned.

Qingluo then looked at her hand, only to realize that her hand was bleeding from the shock.

No wonder the sharp pain just now was so intense.

"How much effort did you use?" Lan Hao tore off a piece of cloth from his white shirt, helped her wrap her hands, and complained, "I didn't know until now that when you want to kill someone, you just turn your face and deny people." Yes. If I didn't practice well, I would die in your hands right now?"

Qingluo regretted her behavior from the bottom of her heart, and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I don't really want to do anything to you. Next time, don't do anything casually, I can't guarantee that I won't pierce your eyes. By the way , your eyeballs are not invulnerable, are they?"

Lan Hao: "..."

She said it so seriously that he couldn't laugh or cry.

No wonder Rong Ruo said that she is thorny and cannot be touched easily.

There are silver needles and golden needles, but they are covered with thorns?
"Okay, I won't touch you, okay?" Lan Hao curled his lips, "Look at you, you don't look like a woman, maybe you wear a dagger even when you sleep? Are you so insecure?"

Qingluo felt ashamed: "It's just because there are too many shameless people like you in this world, so I have to guard against them."

"Really?" Lan Hao ignored her sarcasm, leaned forward, and asked with a low smile, "You did this to Rong Ruo too?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Qingluo walked over and pulled the dagger out of the tree, and played with it in her hand, her eyes were still aiming at someone's lower third.

Lan Hao noticed the look in her eyes, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

This guy……

What is she thinking again?
Too, low, flow!
"...Are you really not afraid of knives?" She really asked.

Lan Hao became angry from embarrassment: "You don't need to worry about it! Why are you such a dick! Where are you aiming your glasses at!"

"Forget it." Qing Luo shrugged, retracted the dagger, and walked into the house as if nothing had happened.

Lan Hao hurriedly followed: "Hey, what are those paintings you just drew? They are quite beautiful, where can they be sold?"

Qingluo didn't turn her head back: "Do you want to buy it?"

"Buy it, I just saw one inside. You painted a screen, didn't you? Why does it look like it's made up? It's so unique and fresh."

"I want to buy it and wait, but it hasn't been produced yet."

"Where is it produced?"

"Liu's Weaving Factory."

"What... factory?" He had only heard of the East Factory and the West Factory, but where did a weaving factory pop up?

"Anyway, you just have to wait." Qingluo didn't bother to explain to him.

Lan Hao's curiosity actually stopped this time, without asking any further questions, he followed her into the house, unceremoniously occupied the imperial concubine couch where Qing Luo usually lay, and shouted, "Where is Su Xin, What about cinnamon, get ready to eat it!"

No one answered.

Lan Hao was very surprised, got up and walked around the backyard, but there was no one in sight except Qing Luo.

"What's going on?" He walked up to Qingluo in a daze, "You are so poor that you even sold your girl?"

"What nonsense, they followed Zijin out for a stroll."

Qing Luo was self-reliant, took out the hot food from the steamer in the kitchen, put it on the table, and ate it by herself.

Lan Hao sat across from her unceremoniously, and shared some delicate porridge and side dishes with her, and asked in puzzlement: "Why did they leave you behind and run out for a stroll? Others are fine, Miss Guixiang Not that kind of guy."

Guixiang has been serving Qingluo's food and daily life since she was a child, she is the most secure person, she will not only care about herself and ignore her master.

Qingluo smiled and said: "This time I will give her a vacation, let her go out and buy something for herself."

"Add something?"

"Yeah, she and Rongcheng are getting married, so they have to prepare a dowry?"

"Her and Rongcheng?" Lan Hao shook his head and sighed, "That brat Rongcheng, I don't know what kind of virtues he has accumulated in his previous life, to be able to marry Miss Guixiang as his wife."

Between the words, I am very envious.

This time it was Qing Luo's turn to be surprised: "Didn't you always only love hot beauties?"

Osmanthus is gentle and calm, with a gentle temperament, but it can only be called delicate and beautiful, and it is still far from a beauty.

"You don't understand." Lan Hao brought a plate of vegetarian celery and shrimp in front of her to himself, ate it up, and praised it casually, "This must be made by Miss Suxin. The taste should be different from others. Let me tell you about radish. , Such a good woman, there are two types. One is like you, who looks like a fairy, but can't enter the kitchen, and her hands don't touch the spring water. She can only be placed at home as a fairy. The other is like Miss Guixiang, The whole body is filled with the smell of fireworks in the world, and to live with such a girl, it is practical and worry-free, understand?"

Qing Luo: "Bah!"

Anyone can say this, but he, Lan Hao, is not qualified.

"I haven't even touched a woman at such an age, yet I'm ashamed to comment on women in front of me. You can really say it!"

Snapped!
Lan Hao was furious, and he flicked his chopsticks: "Just say one more word, and the pavilion master will make fun of you!"

(End of this chapter)