My Lady, Something is Wrong

After reaching the gate of Meixiang Xiaoyuan, she took the initiative to stop, went to stand under the big tree next to her, and waited for him silently.

Luo Qingzhou turned to look at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Maybe you can try and get close to Second Miss a few times to see if it's still the same as before. Maybe it's not anymore."

Xia Chan shook her head, lowered her head slowly, and lowered her thick eyelids.

It looks a little inferior, a little apologetic, and a little sad.

I have been close to it a few times, and the second lady coughed up blood...

Looking at her thin, slender, lonely and silent figure under the tree, Luo Qingzhou felt pity and distress for no reason, and said softly: "Then you wait here obediently, aunt...Brother Qingzhou, come out soon. "

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked into the small courtyard.

The girl under the tree raised her head, looked at his back quietly, and when his back disappeared into the small courtyard, Fang murmured in a low voice: "Oh, Qingzhou, brother..."

The breeze passed by, gently caressing her hair, bringing the fragrance of flowers in the afternoon.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the branches and leaves, and the stars fell on her body and that pretty cheek, bright and moving.

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gone tonight

Chapter 240 Chanchan, Do You Remember That Night?

Plum Garden.

In the study room, the heater was overflowing and cigarettes curled up.

Sitting in front of the desk, Miss Qin Er, who was dressed in a plain white dress, was slightly frowning her thin willow eyebrows, listening to Luo Qingzhou's words seriously, with a serious expression on her face.

Luo Qingzhou stood aside, talking in a low voice.

Qiu'er stood by the door, looked at the shoes on the ground, and sighed inaudibly, not knowing what she was thinking.

With a cold face, Zhu Er practiced throwing knives in the courtyard.

The speed of the throwing knife is getting faster and faster, and the number of times it hits the bull's-eye is also increasing, and the force is getting more and more ruthless.

"Unscrupulous people, go to death!"

When Luo Qingzhou came out of the house, he heard her muttering.

Qiu'er squatted on the ground, helped him put on his shoes, looked up at him, her lips moved, and she hesitated to speak.

She didn't say anything until he left the courtyard.

"Qiu'er, let's go to the second brother's place."

Qin Weimo's weak voice came from the study.

Qiu'er quickly agreed, went into the study, went over to help her get the coat, and helped her up.

In the courtyard, Zhu'er immediately put away all the flying knives and hid them in her waist.

Luo Qingzhou took Xia Chan out the door.

Go out quietly through the back door.

In the secluded small courtyard, in front of the girl next to him, he took out the mask, put it on his face, and took off the loose Confucian robe on his body, and changed into a blue slim gown.

Then he turned to look at her and said, "Do you still know my uncle?"

Xia Chan stared at him blankly and shook her head.

Luo Qingzhou took out a small blue gown from the storage bag, handed it to her, and said, "Your, put it on."

Xia Chan glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, took it, and put it on.

Although it is a small size, it still looks loose when worn on her slender body, making her look even more slender.

This girl is not short, but her bones are very thin, which makes her face small and thin, making her look very weak and thin. If there is a trace of sickly paleness on her cheeks, she is probably comparable to Miss Qin Er.

However, who would have thought that she is a master who seals her throat with one sword?

"Chanchan, can you put the sword with me first? It's too ostentatious to walk on the road with the sword, which is not conducive to our action this time."

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

He knew that the sword in this girl's hand never left her hand, even when she was sleeping, she still held it in her hand.

Only those nights when I planted flowers in the garden, I put it behind me.

This girl has been insecure since she was a child.

The sword in this hand is her only reliance.

Now that she is out, with so many people on the street, she will definitely feel nervous and uneasy. Only when she holds her sword can she feel at ease.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter..."

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to give up, the sword in the girl's hand was already handed to him, and she looked at him calmly.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, took the sword, put it in the storage bag, looked at her and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for her obedience, and thank you for her trust.

Luo Qingzhou led her out of the alley.

Walking on the bustling street, the shouts of hawkers come and go, and the pedestrians are bustling.

Luo Qingzhou felt the nervousness of the girl beside him, hesitated for a moment, reached out, held her cold little hand, led her, and continued to walk forward.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and glanced at him, without speaking or struggling, she quietly approached him.

The two were tall and short, wearing the same blue gown, holding hands, like a silent couple walking through the crowd tacitly.

The afternoon sun is a little lazy.

The wind blows, bringing with it the aroma of wine hidden in the alley and cakes from roadside stalls.

"Candied haws, candied haws..."

There are hawkers yelling.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at it, led the girl beside him and walked over, bought a bunch, and handed it to her.

The girl stretched out her other hand to take it, without saying a word.

The two held hands and continued to walk forward.

When they reached the arch bridge leading into and out of the inner city, the two of them stopped at the same time.

Luo Qingzhou led her to the side of the bridge, looked at the bridge hole below, and said, "Chanchan, do you remember that night?"

The girl beside her had candied haws wrapped in her mouth, her pink cheeks were slightly puffed up, she blinked her eyes, and swallowed hard.

After a while, Fang said: "Yes."

Luo Qingzhou recalled in his mind the image of the two hiding under the bridge and cuddling each other under the stormy night, and said softly, "Chanchan..."

"Ok?"

The girl's pink lips were stained with sparkling sugar juice, she tilted her head slightly, and looked at him with her dark and clear eyes.

Under the bright sunshine, the masked cheek was ordinary, not as pretty as before, but it still made her feel dazed.

"Your feet are beautiful."

Luo Qingzhou held back for a long time, but when he uttered such a sentence, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and led her to continue walking forward.

Forget it, when I go back, I will throw away those two books that disturbed his Dao heart.

But just recalling what happened that night, under the dark and cold bridge hole, next to the warm and jumping bonfire, the girl's pair of snow-white feet with her socks off was indeed an unforgettable scene of that night.

Cute girls are cute everywhere, aren't they?

Xia Chan was led away by him, turned her head to look at the expression on his face, the expression in her eyes moved, she seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Into the outer city.

The streets of the outer city were obviously much messier.

Dilapidated houses and few shops.

There are also more beggars.

Many pedestrians are sallow and emaciated, and it is obvious that even eating is a problem.

But no matter how poor the place is, there are brothels.

Luo Qingzhou took Xia Chan by the hand, and as soon as he crossed a street, he saw a beautifully decorated brothel.

At the entrance and on the upper floor, there are alluring women dressed in light gauze, whose quality is obviously inferior to that of the Tianxian Tower in the inner city.

"Sir, son! Come in and play, the first time is free! We here are fat and thin, tall and short, big and small, white and black, young and beautiful girls, sexy and charming women, charming There are still old women..."

As soon as Luo Qingzhou led Xia Chan through the door, a woman came over with her slender waist twisted and a small round fan in her hand, introducing her enthusiastically.

But Xia Chan only turned her head to look at her, and she immediately closed her mouth.

Crossed a few more streets.

Luo Qingzhou led her and walked to the alley in front, looked at the beggar leaning against the corner of the alley, and said in a low voice: "Chanchan, we're here, be careful later, if you can't beat him, run away, At your speed, no one can catch up. Don't worry about me, I can run faster than you."

Xia Chan shook Kong Kong's palm and said nothing.

Luo Qingzhou led her and walked up to the beggar, took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, and threw it into the bowl in front of him.

The beggar immediately reached out to pick up the broken silver from the bowl, bowed his head quickly and said, "Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord..."

The moment he bowed his head to thank, Luo Qingzhou's hand flashed a cold light, and the sharp dagger pierced his neck with a "chih".

The beggar froze, opened his mouth wide, and before he could raise his head, Luo Qingzhou grabbed his clothes, glanced left and right, dragged him into an alley, and threw him into a pile of garbage.

"Chanchan, here it is."

Luo Qingzhou took out the sword from the storage bag, handed it to the girl beside him, and urged again: "Be careful, don't be brave, run away if you can't beat it, do you hear me?"

The girl nodded slightly.

Luo Qingzhou led her into the depths of the alley, and arrived outside the courtyard wall of a small courtyard with ease.

"Wait a minute, watch me."

Luo Qingzhou stood still in the corner, and immediately got out of his mind, and went in to check the situation.