My Lady, Something is Wrong

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"Oh……"

Xia Chan was immediately discouraged, and walked over cautiously with a pair of slender little feet.

Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the scent of books in this space, and looking at the elegant figure in a Confucian robe sitting in front of the desk, The inferiority complex in her heart suddenly became stronger.

When she walked to the desk and looked at the inkstone and ink sticks representing literati and women, she was at a loss and panicked.

She had never touched these things and had no idea what to do.

Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink stick, brought the inkstone in front of him, and while gently grinding it inside, lowered his head and said: "Look, if you grind slowly like this, you can quickly grind out a lot of inkstones. Don’t stop the juice, make the juice even, neither too thick nor too weak, add water properly..."

A faint fragrance of ink came to the nostrils immediately.

Xia Chan lowered her head, said "Oh" in inferiority, hesitated for a moment, and put the sword in her hand on the window sill next to her.

Luo Qingzhou put down the ink stick, 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, but stood beside her, stretched out her hand and carefully picked up the ink stick, and began to grind it slowly in the inkstone.

It was unfamiliar and nervous at first, but slowly, I became proficient.

"Yes, that's it, continue."

Luo Qingzhou praised him, picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and continued to write the unfinished "Sima's Art of War".

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

Not long after, I have already written a large article eloquently.

Xia Chan was silently studying the ink, while peeking at it, her eyes were bewildered, and the coldness on her pretty face had already become extremely gentle, as if she didn't even notice it.

In the room, the heating is overflowing, and the cigarettes are curling up, making it very warm.

The hourglass under the eaves is dripping with water.

Time passed silently.

An afternoon passed quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was evening.

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

Luo Qingzhou finished writing "Sima's Art of War" and wrote two more chapters of "Three Kingdoms Stories", and then stopped writing.

He put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired? It's been so long."

Shaking her head, Xia Chan glanced at the densely packed rice paper with several pages of small characters in front of him with her dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "You are the one who is tired."

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

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

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

She suddenly remembered something, put down the ink stick in her hand, picked up her sword from the window sill with the other clean hand, and said, "I, go back, let's go."

After speaking, he turned and left the room.

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

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

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

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and followed her gaze. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink and tender girl in a pink dress was standing there, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand. His eyes were looking at him.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The girl under the tree burst into tears, rubbed her eyes with her two small fists, turned around and ran out of the courtyard, crying as she ran, "Don't mess with my uncle again, woo woo..."

Xia Chan turned her head and looked towards the window.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.

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

Then he washed his hands and went out the door.

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

She first took some broken silver from the purse.

After thinking about it, I took some more.

He hesitated for a while.

Then, he put the entire purse on his body.

When Luo Qingzhou came to Ling Chan Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting in front of the stone table in the yard, pouted, tearing the petals in his hands, tearing a piece, and said in his mouth: "Smelly uncle..."

Tore another piece, and said again: "Bad uncle..."

"Smelly uncle, bad uncle, smelly uncle, bad uncle..."

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

"Smelly uncle! Bad uncle! Perverted uncle! Liar uncle!"

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

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

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

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand to knock on the door. After knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.

It turned out that the door hadn't been plugged in, it was just ajar.

Luo Qingzhou froze 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 really didn't mean what you thought. Last time Xia Chan helped My uncle, my uncle promised at that time that I would take her out to eat delicious food. My uncle knew that you must leave one person to watch over the eldest lady, so my uncle asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry. In fact, my uncle has thought about it, next time, my uncle will take you out alone, or tomorrow, okay?"

"Ugh..."

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

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and said: "Bailing, don't cry, why don't we all go out together later? Missy also go out together?"

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

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

"what!"

Bailing suddenly exclaimed, turned over in a hurry, covered his buttocks, opened his eyes wide, looked at him in shock and said, "Master, you... why are you touching other people's ass?"

Luo Qingzhou saw that she wasn't crying at all, and her eye circles weren't even red, so she couldn't help but amused and said angrily: "What are you talking about? My uncle is going to scoff at you."

Bailing: "..."

In the room, the room is full of pink, covered by curtains, and the fragrance is overwhelming.

A man and a woman are sitting on the edge of a soft bed, their eyes are facing each other, and the atmosphere is ambiguous.

Bai Ling felt a little flustered, and immediately got up to run away. Luo Qingzhou put his arms around her slender waist, caught her back, and sat her on his lap.

"Grandpa, don't...don't be shy...well..."

Luo Qingzhou kissed her small mouth.

Bai Ling sat in his arms, writhing and struggling, with a begging expression on his face, and slowly wrapped his arms around 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 blushed, looked at him with blurred eyes and said, "No...don't be shivering..."

Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, and slowly slid his hands down her slender waist. Just as he was about to reach into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door.

At some point, the door of the room opened silently, and Xia Chan stood there silently.

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

"Xia Chan is here..."

he whispered.

Only then did the girl in his arms wake up, she turned her head, looked towards the door, and quietly took her little hand out of his clothes.

Then suddenly jumped down from his lap, clenched his two small fists immediately, rubbed his eyes again and started to "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" I was shy to him again, woo woo... Fortunately, I would rather die than surrender, and didn't let him succeed, woo..."

Chapter 263 The Girl Waiting in the Garden

at dusk.

On the street, it is a lively time.

Hawkers yell and pedestrians shuttle.

Grocery shoppers, shoppers, diners, twos and threes, you talk to each other, the voices are noisy, quite noisy.

Luo Qingzhou finally went out alone.

Bai Ling ignored him.

Xia Chan also went to the backyard to practice swords.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to sneak out through the back door and put on a mask in the alley.

Wandered around the streets for a while.

He went straight to Spring Garden Alley.

The Chunyuan alley is only three streets away from the Qin Mansion, not too far away.