"Whoosh!"

The duel begins.

"Forehead……"

The duel is over.

Luo Qingzhou had just ejected, and before his fist could be punched out, the sharp sword tip was already pressed against his neck.

A touch of coldness, the skin feels cold.

"again!"

He put away his fists and took a few steps back.

Then he arched his body, clenched his fists again, stared at the figure in front of him, and said: "Start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a "swish" sound and rushed out like a sharp arrow!

But the figure in front has disappeared.

The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp sword tip had touched his skin.

He froze on the spot, his raised fist falling down feebly.

"Come again!"

"..."

The side of my neck felt cold, and the tip of the sword touched it again...

Luo Qingzhou finally couldn't help but said: "Chanchan, can you slow down a little? At least, let me punch out your fist once?"

Xia Chan put away her sword and said coldly: "You are too slow."

Luo Qingzhou was dejected and said: "I admit that I am slow. But can you let me punch him a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable holding it in."

"Ah."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she had no intention of giving in.

Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated anymore, he put away his fists, went over to pick up the sword, and went back to the house and said: "I won't play with you anymore, it's boring."

Xia Chan stood in the courtyard, looked at his back, paused, and suddenly said: "I, let you."

Luo Qingzhou walked to the eaves, turned to look at her and said, "I won't play with you anymore."

After saying that, he entered the house.

The sword was sheathed and put away in the storage bag.

Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.

The room became quiet.

There was also silence in the courtyard.

The breeze blew, and the petals were flying on the peach blossom trees.

The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time. Fang lowered her head, inserted the sword into its sheath, turned and left.

After taking two steps, the study window suddenly opened.

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, do you know how to grind ink?"

Xia Chan paused, startled, turned her head, and just as she was about to shake her head, Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write something, and there is no one to help me grind the ink. I can't do it alone. If you can, come in and help me."

one time."

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Come in quickly."

Luo Qingzhou shouted.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house.

He stopped at the door of the study.

She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again.

"Squeak..."

The door opens.

Luo Qingzhou appeared inside and said: "Take off your shoes and come in, why are you dawdling?"

Xia Chan glanced at him, then at the spotless snow-white carpet and furnishings full of scholarly atmosphere in the study. She lowered her head slightly and hesitated: "I...I won't go in...ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, picked up one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoe, revealing a delicate little foot wearing a snow-white stocking.

"you……"

"What are you doing? It's not like I didn't help you take off your clothes that night under the bridge."

Luo Qingzhou looked matter-of-fact, then picked up her other foot and helped her take off her shoe.

Then without any explanation, he pulled her in.

Immediately, the door was closed.

Xia Chan stood at the door, clenching the sword in her hand, with two light blushes on her pretty face. She bit her pink lips. She wanted to retaliate and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the window.

He sat down in front of the desk with his back to her and urged: "Come on, I'm going to write."

"oh……"

Xia Chan was immediately discouraged. She moved her delicate little feet and walked over cautiously.

Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the smell of books in this space, and then looking at the elegant figure wearing 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 that represented talented literary women, she was immediately at a loss and became even more panicked.

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

Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink block, and brought the inkstone in front of him. While gently grinding it, he lowered his head and said: "Look, if you grind slowly like this, you will be able to grind out a lot very quickly."

Don’t stop the juice. Make sure the juice is even. It should not be too thick or too light. Water should be added appropriately..."

A faint scent of ink suddenly hit my nostrils.

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

Luo Qingzhou put down the ink block, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said: "Sit down and grind, take your time first, don't rush, you will become proficient after a while."

Xia Chan did not sit down, but stood nearby, reached out and carefully picked up the ink block, and began to grind it slowly in the inkstone.

At first I was very unfamiliar and nervous, but slowly I became proficient.

"Yes, that's it, continue."

Luo Qingzhou praised him, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write the unfinished "The Art of War of Sima".

The brush strokes are gentle and smooth, and the falling ink is flowing like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Not long after, I had written a long article eloquently.

Xia Chan silently studied the ink while peeking, her eyes wandering, and the coldness on her pretty face had become extremely soft before she knew it, and it seemed that she didn't even notice it.

The room was filled with heat and smoke, making it extremely warm.

The drip under the eaves was dripping with water.

Time passes silently.

An afternoon passed quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was already 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 "The Art of War of Sima" and two more chapters of "The Story of the Three Kingdoms" before he stopped writing.

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

Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the rice paper in front of him with several pages of densely written small words, and whispered: "You are the only one who is tired."

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

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

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Okay."

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

After saying that, he turned around and left the room.

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

Luo Qingzhou thought for a moment, then quickly walked to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, just the two of us can go, don't tell Bai Ling."

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