Chapter 77

"Son-in-law, are you really not going in?"

At the entrance of Lingchan Moon Palace.

Bai Ling held a flower umbrella, holding a plum blossom she had just picked, and a half-smile appeared on her pretty face: "Son-in-law, don't regret it."

"I'm not going in."

Luo Qingzhou said nothing more and left.

It's just a story.

With the character of Miss Qin, it's impossible for her to like it.

As for Miss Xia Chan, who is as cold as frost and only knows how to dance with swords and kill people, she will not listen to it.

He won'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 the room and took out the books about warriors to read.

The snow outside the window stopped and fell.

Time passed quietly.

After Luo Qingzhou finished reading two books, he raised his arms and stretched them for a while, looking outside, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat and his face changed.

Outside the courtyard, under the snow-covered pear tree, a figure stood strangely, motionless.

She was wearing a light green dress, slender and graceful, with black hair as long as her waist, holding her chest with both arms, holding a sword in her arms, leaning sideways, with a face as cold as ice.

The snowflakes fell slowly.

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

When did she come?

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, stood up, and looked at the gate of the courtyard again.

The gate was closed.

Bailing didn't follow.

She came alone?

What for?

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

Could this girl really come to trouble him because he only told the story to the second lady and not to her daughter?

This Xin Yuexiang is too...

He retracted his gaze and walked out.

"Miss Xia Chan, is there anything?"

He walked under the pear tree, bowed his head and saluted, looking straight ahead.

The girl held the sword and looked away, her chin slightly raised: "Hmph!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

What does "Hmph" mean?

He had known the girl for so long, but he had never heard the girl say anything else.

He had no choice but to look up and ask: "Is it because of the story of "Romance of the West Chamber"? Miss Xia Chan wants me to tell the story to the eldest lady as well?"

The girl did not answer, and finally looked at him with cold eyes, revealing a cold light in her dark pupils.

When Luo Qingzhou was trying to figure out what she really meant, she said in a cold voice: "Tell me."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned: "Tell me "Romance of the West Chamber"? Now?"

The girl looked at him coldly and said nothing.

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

The sword that the girl had originally held in her arms had already been lowered to the moon.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed and said, "Okay, then I'll tell it again."

It was inexplicable.

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

This time, it was not so detailed.

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

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

It was probably to vent her anger for her mistress.

"... From then on, Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying lived a happy and sweet life..."

More than ten minutes.

He told the whole story perfunctorily.

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

He bowed.

The girl in front of him was silent.

When he looked up, he found that the girl was no longer in front of him.

The girl had left without knowing when.

This skill...

Sure enough, you can't mess with her.

Luo Qingzhou went over to close the gate of the courtyard, sighed, and felt that he seemed to have caused trouble again.

I'm afraid that I will have to tell the story twice.

The second young lady once, and the eldest young lady once.

He didn't know that Zhu'er had already gone to his mother-in-law at this time, reporting that he had visited the second young lady today, and also briefly told her the story of "Romance of the West Chamber".

"Hmph, you are so bold, you dare to tell my Wei Mo such a vulgar story! A man and a woman meet secretly and get married! Bah! Shameless! Vulgar!... What else? That's all? Can't you remember more?... Did he make it up himself, or where did he read it?"

"...I don't know."

"Damn it! Mei'er, when that kid comes over tonight, remember to ask him to tell me the "Romance of the West Chamber" again in detail! I want to listen carefully to how the shameless scholar deceived and seduced the rich young lady!"

"Yes, madam."

"Zhu'er, from now on, every move, every look, every word of that kid when he goes to Wei Mo, you must remember him. Look at it all clearly, remember it, understand?"

"Yes, madam."

"How is Wei Mo feeling today?"

"After the son-in-law left, the young lady was in a daze, but she seemed to be in a much better mood."

"Go, serve her a bowl of the chicken soup I just made, and force her to drink it."

"Yes, madam."

"Wait... serve a portion to that brat too. Humph, he knows how to hide in the house and study all day. Don't be as weak as Wei Mo, who will fall down when the wind blows. Give him more chicken soup to nourish him and keep his life. Don't die before the exam."

"Yes, madam."

"Don't be nosy, don't say I made it."

"Yes."

"Hmph, how can my noble little hands make chicken soup for a young man who married into the family? That was made by Mei'er, and it was all the leftovers we drank and were about to throw away."

"Yes, Madam, I understand."

"Go ahead, the talkative girls have been sunk into the well."

"..."

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

It was already noon.

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

After eating, when he was about to go out to practice in the bamboo forest, housekeeper Zhou suddenly came in with a servant and reported: "Son-in-law, someone from Chengguo Mansion came and wanted you to go back. He said that the second young master Luo missed you and asked you to go back for lunch. The carriage is waiting at the door."

A cold light flashed in Luo Qingzhou's eyes, and the fist in his sleeve slowly clenched.

Missed him?

Want to have lunch with him?

The assassin he met when he went out of the city to worship his mother that day, could it be that he also missed him and wanted to invite him to lunch?

The little ghost last night probably also invited him to lunch, right?

"Son-in-law, if you don't want to go, I'll ask the servants to refuse them."

Butler Zhou looked at him and said.

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

After such a thing happened between the two families, it is said that there should be no such exchanges again, not to mention that the other party did not regard this young man as the son of Chengguo Mansion at all. I'm afraid that the sudden invitation today is not simple.

When Luo Qingzhou was thinking, Bailing's crisp voice suddenly came from the side: "If you want to go, you can let Chanchan go with you."

Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look.

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

Before Butler Zhou came here, he had sent a servant to inform them first.

"It's okay for me to go back by myself."

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

"No, son-in-law, you must let Chanchan go with you."

Bailing came over, handed the flower umbrella in her hand to him, winked at him secretly, and whispered: "Go and ask Chanchan, she will agree."

When Luo Qingzhou was hesitating, Bailing said again: "This is what the young lady meant. If the son-in-law doesn't take Chanchan with him, the young lady will be worried."

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

Bailing blinked her watery eyes, with an innocent face: "Of course I am sure, what does the son-in-law mean, don't you believe that the young lady will be worried?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her with a complicated look, and said nothing more. After a pause, he took the umbrella and walked towards the cold girl under the eaves.

When he came closer, he bowed and said, "Miss Xia Chan, thank you for your help."

"Hmph!"

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

"Please ask her..."

Bai Ling followed behind him and reminded in a low voice.

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

Bai Ling hurriedly said, "Okay, son-in-law, Chanchan has agreed."

Then he reminded in a low voice, "Son-in-law, go hold an umbrella for Chanchan, don't let her get wet in the snow, Chanchan is not feeling well today."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate any more, and hurriedly chased after her with an umbrella, opened the umbrella, and covered the girl's head.

The two were originally one in front and one behind, separated by a distance, and gradually, they intertwined and got closer and closer.

Looking from the back, it seemed as if one was nestled in the arms of the other.

Bailing watched their backs gradually go away, stood there for a while, then turned around and left, pouting and muttering: "Stingy guy, you just held an umbrella for me for a while, walked with me for a while... you still have to do this..."

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