My Lady, Something is Wrong

After Xiaodie finished packing and left, she closed the courtyard door and continued her practice.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the small courtyard, the sound of human bodies hitting tree trunks continued.

Listening to the sound, you can tell that it is unusually forceful and violent.

Luo Qingzhou was sweating profusely from the impact, and his whole body was sore, but he still didn't stop.

Until the skin can't bear it anymore, and when it gradually bursts, the other side stops and runs the inner strength method.

Then, keep hitting.

The film changes from soft to hard, and then from hard to soft, and so on until it becomes tougher.

Every inch of the body's skin began to change gradually during this fierce tempering.

The surfaces of the trunks of the two big trees were already cracked.

Luo Qingzhou knew that this was just the beginning.

When he smashes the entire trunk, refining the skin is a small achievement.

In a blink of an eye.

The sun has fallen to the sky.

In the distance, the green hills are like daisies, the sunset glow is like a halo, and the fairy mist is lingering.

It was as if a girl with a blushing face was lying there looking at him playfully and shyly.

Luo Qingzhou was a little dazed.

Will Miss Qin really come tonight?

Chapter 22 His Bride

sunset.

The lake in the evening is sparkling.

The willows are hanging on the bank, the attic reflection, the green leaves and red lotus root, the lake view is very beautiful.

After Luo Qingzhou finished practicing, he did not rest immediately.

Instead, with sweat all over his body, he strolled around and came to the lakeside of Tingyu Garden on this moonlit night.

After a strenuous exercise, it is not suitable to suddenly stand still.

Otherwise, it will increase the burden on the heart.

The body is too weak, and may even die.

So he decided to walk around.

The bark of the two big trees in the small yard has split and become as soft as flakes.

It is estimated that after a while, it will completely fall off.

After all, it is a place to live, and it looks too conspicuous.

So he was going to find a secluded place with trees again, in preparation for a stronger practice later.

The last time he came to Ting Yuyuan on this moonlit night, he found a bamboo forest in the northwest corner.

There are more than ten big trees in the bamboo forest.

He decided to take a look.

It takes up a lot of space here.

In addition to lakes, there are flowerbeds, woods, bamboo forests, rockeries and more.

And it's very close to the small courtyard where he lives.

Usually no one will come.

I just heard that the second lady occasionally brings her friends to play.

However, at most, the other party would only go to the lake to pick some lotus pods by boat, or go to the attic in the middle of the lake to play, and it is impossible to go to such a remote bamboo forest.

So it should be a good place to practice.

Luo Qingzhou walked forward along the lake.

Passing through a flowerbed, onto a cobbled path.

Immediately into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is huge, and it is deep and silent.

The ground is covered with thick fallen leaves, and the snow has not completely melted.

A few birds jumped in the woods, but they didn't make any chirping. After seeing him, they didn't seem to be afraid.

More than ten large trees are distributed among them, all of which are particularly sturdy.

One of the trunks of the tree was hugged by the three of them, and the branches were still green, not afraid of the wind and snow, and I don’t know what kind of tree it was.

Luo Qingzhou strolled inside for a while and found that it was indeed an excellent place for cultivation.

Sunlight is hard to come by here, and the air is full of the smell of rotting leaves.

The ground is not clean, and it is extraordinarily remote, without any scenery.

Who will come?

Moreover, it is far away from the attic in the lake, and is sheltered by a dense bamboo forest. Even if the second young lady suddenly came to the attic to play, she would not be able to see him.

"Okay, I will practice here in the future!"

Luo Qingzhou came to the big tree and suddenly punched out, hitting the hard trunk with a "bang".

There was a pain in the back of the hand.

But the pain didn't last long, and it quickly dissipated.

The strength of this punch is much greater than his previous strength.

The continuous training in the past few days has not only made the epidermis of his whole body tougher and more resistant to attack, but has also increased his strength a lot.

He is no longer the weak scholar who couldn't even lift a bucket of water and kill a chicken!

But don't slack off.

Keep up the good work, keep working hard!

Look at the sky.

The sun has set, and the night has fallen quietly.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately left the bamboo forest and returned to the small courtyard.

Xiaodie had already brought dinner and was waiting for him at the door.

Seeing him come out of the garden, the little girl blinked her eyes and asked, "Young Master, you're not studying in the house, but you're going to the lake again? Are you alone?"

Luo Qingzhou entered the courtyard and said, "Of course not alone."

Xiaodie immediately followed behind and asked curiously, "Who else is there? Sister Bailing, or..."

"Xiao Tao and Qiu'er."

Luo Qingzhou sat down in front of the stone table, nonsense.

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then smiled "pochi": "Young master is lying, Sister Xiaotao and Sister Qiuer are with the slaves in the afternoon, and they hadn't left when the slaves left."

Luo Qingzhou stopped teasing her, picked up his chopsticks and said, "What did they teach you today?

While serving him a meal, Xiaodie said happily: "Sister Qiu'er taught me to embroider peony, and sister Xiaotao taught me to play flute."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her small mouth and said, "How is your study?"

Xiaodie was a little embarrassed: "This slave is so stupid, I haven't learned it yet."

Luo Qingzhou smiled and said: "How can it be so fast. Take your time, nothing can be done overnight, you need to practice more."

"Well, son, let's eat quickly, it's cold, the food will be cold later."

Xiaodie didn't dare to speak any more, and helped him scoop a bowl of soup.

after eating.

Luo Qingzhou went to the kitchen and boiled a large pot of boiling water.

The water was burning, and he came out and brought the tub into the house.

Xiaodie was eating in the small courtyard, and when she saw him go to the corner to carry the big wooden barrel, she quickly stood up and said, "Young master, don't move, the servants are here to help you, the barrel is very heavy, be careful to hit you. ."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Qingzhou opened his arms, picked up the big wooden barrel, and walked towards the house.

Xiaodie suddenly froze in place, sluggish for a few seconds, and quickly followed.

Luo Qingzhou held the big wooden barrel, placed it behind the screen in the room, and set the position.

Xiaodie stood at the door, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "Young Master, you...how did your strength become so great?"

Although there was no water in the tub, it was still quite heavy.

It turned out that the young man couldn't even carry a small bucket of water, so why did he carry that big wooden tong into the house by himself?

Luo Qingzhou clapped his palms and said with a smile: "Eating meat recently, my strength has increased a lot."

Xiaodie looked at him suspiciously: "But the slaves have been eating meat recently, and their strength is still so small that they haven't grown at all."

Luo Qingzhou walked out of the house and said, "You are a girl, you can't compare to me."

Xiaodie looked at his still a little thin back, puzzled.

After the water was boiled, Luo Qingzhou went into the house to take a bath.

Xiaodie washed the dishes, went out and sent it back to the kitchen, and then hurried back to give him a bath.

"Son, you have a lot of dirt on your body..."

It was hot and hazy, the little girl's cheeks were steamed red, and her delicate little hands were holding the towel and rubbing it behind his back.