Luo Qingzhou did not pass.

Under the light and in full public view, the injuries on his hands and the bruises on his neck were easily exposed.

So he directly said to Mei'er: "I still have some homework to finish today, so I won't go over. Please help me, madam. If there is something important, second lady, you can come and call me. If it's just a normal greeting,

, just bring me the letter when the time comes."

When Mei'er heard this, she immediately emphasized: "Uncle, it was Madam who asked you to go there."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said: "I know, but the autumn exam is coming soon, and I have to complete my daily homework. Just say this when you go back, Madam will understand."

Mei'er frowned, and when she was about to speak, Bai Ling, who was standing at the door, said: "Meier, let's go, I'll help my uncle to look at it."

Mei'er glanced at her and said, "Uncle, in addition to Miss Second Miss's letter, there is also a letter from Miss Cousin."

Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "It's just that I'm not satisfied with the endings of those stories. Let Bai Ling read them for me. When you finish reading them, just bring them to me."

He was completely innocent with the second lady, and even more so with that little cousin. There was nothing to avoid.

After hearing this, Bai Ling immediately beamed: "Yeah, thank you for your trust! Mei'er, let's go!"

Mei'er didn't dare to refuse, so she had no choice but to leave sadly.

After the two left, the courtyard became quiet.

Xiaodie finally dared to speak: "Master, when Sister Bai Ling came just now, she asked the slave a lot of questions, all about what the master has been doing recently, what books he is reading, where he has been, and he also asked the slave... to sleep with the master.

How many times?”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and said, "How did you answer?"

Xiaodie's cheeks were slightly red: "My slave said that the young master has been studying at home recently and hasn't gone anywhere. Regarding having sex... my slave has answered truthfully."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed for a moment and he said nonchalantly: "It's okay, don't worry about her. If she asks again in the future, just answer like this."

After saying that, he entered the study and said, "I won't take a bath tonight, and I don't need to sleep with you."

Under the eaves, the two little girls looked at each other and both said "oh".

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while in the room, then walked to the desk and sat down, spread out a piece of rice paper, studied the ink by himself, and prepared to copy down the article "Niu Mo Shen Gong" in his mind.

He still doesn't understand some parts of it, so he'll take it to Sister Yue tonight.

I hope the other party can talk tonight.

When he was thinking about things and studying ink, the door suddenly opened, Xiaodie poked her head in, and whispered: "Master, sister Xia Chan is here and is standing in the yard. The slave girl asked her what happened, but she didn't answer.

say."

Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled, then stood up and went over to open the window.

In the courtyard, the moonlight is bright and clear.

A girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the peach blossom tree, like a sculpture, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, thought for a moment, turned his head, looked at the door and said: "Xiaodie, ask Qiu'er to go out and play for a while, and come back later."

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing, and quickly said "Oh" and closed the door.

Not long after, the two little girls took the embroidery tools and went out, closing the courtyard door at the same time.

Luo Qingzhou then looked at the thin figure in the courtyard and said: "Chanchan, come in quickly, it's cold at night, don't freeze."

Xia Chan looked at him under the tree, still not moving or speaking.

Luo Qingzhou raised his hands and said: "Look, my uncle's hand is injured, but he has to grind ink and write. Chanchan, can you come in and help my uncle?"

Then he added: "My uncle, I swear, I will never talk nonsense again."

Xia Chan still stood there, motionless and did not respond.

"Why……"

Luo Qingzhou sighed, returned to the table, and said, "Forget it, you can continue admiring the moonlight. I'd better do it myself."

He picked up the ink stick and frowned while grinding it, making a "hissing" sound of pain from his mouth.

"hiss……"

"hiss……"

After hissing a few more times, he looked up and peeked, only to find that the figure under the peach blossom tree was no longer there.

have they gone?

Luo Qingzhou had a look of doubt on his face.

Did that girl come here just to take a look at him? Or did she have something to do? Or maybe she was just bored?

While he was wondering, the door of the room suddenly opened with a creak.

Immediately, a pair of slender little feet wearing snow-white stockings, fluttering the hem of a soft light green skirt, walked in from the door.

Luo Qingzhou immediately hissed again and said: "It hurts..."

The door is closed.

Xia Chan walked to his side silently, looking at him with cold eyes.

Luo Qingzhou's face was suddenly full of surprise: "Chanchan, I thought my uncle was sad when you left. It seems that Chanchan still feels sorry for my uncle."

Xia Chan ignored him and looked at the back of his hand.

Luo Qingzhou handed the ink block in front of her and said, "It's okay. My uncle was injured while practicing. Let's grind the ink."

Xia Chan paused, then took the ink block, put the sword in his hand on the window sill next to him, lowered his head, and studied the ink silently.

The faint fragrance of ink quickly spread in the room.

She likes the smell.

It's like the smell of him...

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in the ink and recalled it carefully in his mind, and then wrote down the entire "Niu Mo Shen Gong" according to the translated text.

Judging from today's battle situation, this technique is indeed very powerful.

So he decided to study it thoroughly and learn it all.

It's a pity that the inner strength and mental skills of the demon clan cannot be practiced, otherwise he wouldn't have to worry about where to find the internal skills and mental skills of the martial arts master.

The snow-white rice paper was quickly filled with delicate and energetic small characters.

Xia Chan stood nearby, her head lowered, studying the ink quietly, and occasionally she raised her head to peek at him.

Under the light, that delicate face was full of seriousness and thinking.

Her eyes were also full of tenderness.

The moonlight shines on the windowsill, as white as snow and as gentle as water.

In the study, the atmosphere is warm, warm and harmonious.

After Luo Qingzhou finished writing, he read it carefully again. Fang put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, lowered his head to dry the ink on it, then raised his head and said, "Chanchan, are your handwriting beautiful?"

Xia Chan was looking at him dreamily. When she saw him looking over, she immediately looked away and looked at the rice paper in his hand. She paused and said with a cold expression: "General, that's it."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "There is still one less [horse, horse, tiger]."

Xia Chan said goodbye with a pretty face and looked out the window: "Humph!"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

Under the moonlight, she looks beautiful and cold, yet charming and charming.

For some reason, that pretty face was stained with two faint blushes, like blooming peach blossoms, pink and delicate, with an alluring floral fragrance.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly couldn't help but said: "Chanchan, you are so cute, I want to... kiss you..."

After saying that, he covered his eyes with his hands.

After waiting for a long time, the girl's pink fist did not hit her.

He opened his eyes and carefully looked through his fingers. There was no anger or murderous intent on the pretty face with blush, but the eyes were staring at him blankly.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, put down his hand and said: "Chanchan...ah!"

He covered his eyes and squatted on the ground.

Under the hem of the skirt, those delicate little feet wearing snow-white stockings were ready to leave.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly covered his eyes with his hand, stood up and stopped her, saying: "Chanchan, you have hurt my uncle, you can't just walk away."

Xia Chan held the sword and glanced at him coldly, preparing to avoid him.

Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Chanchan, stay with me for a while. It's still early, Qiu'er and Xiaodie won't be back until very late. My uncle is injured again, can you bear to let me stay in the house alone?"

Xia Chan paused on the spot, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "I'll go and help you. Call Bai Ling."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her eyes with one eye, was silent for a moment, and said: "Okay."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, said no more, and walked past him.

She walked to the door, opened the door, and walked out.
To be continued...