Night, quiet and silent.

In the flower garden in the backyard of the Qin Mansion, two figures held hands and walked sweetly among the flower paths.

The moonlight is bright and the evening breeze is gentle.

The two whispered love words, and their figures soon disappeared among the dense flowers.

Use the sky as a quilt and flowers as a bed.

Luo Qingzhou was lying among the flowers, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, and at the pretty girl in his arms. He gently stroked her hair and said, "Chanchan, do you think it's your uncle or you who is better?"

How is my lady?"

The girl in her arms whispered: "Miss, okay."

Luo Qingzhou said dissatisfied: "Where is she?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"Then what's wrong with my uncle?"

"Nowhere is good."

Luo Qingzhou tugged at her little nose and said, "Hey, you're an unfamiliar little girl. If my uncle is treating you badly, tell me."

"snort."

"What are you humming? Just tell me."

"No."

"You don't want to say it, or you simply can't say it?"

"Prefer not to say."

"Humph, I don't want to talk, let's get started, little donkey!"

"you lose!"

"So, aren't you going to be your little donkey now? You can sit up now. By the way, remember to tie up your hair."

"No, you, you are, a little donkey... you prick."

"My uncle's piercings are ugly, but Chanchan's piercings are cute. My uncle likes to look at them no matter whether he is lying down, standing, kneeling or sitting."

"Woo..."

"Hurry up and don't make my uncle angry. If my uncle is angry, I will make you look good later!"

"Woooo..."

"tie!"

Under the moonlight, the girl pouted her mouth, but did not resist again.

She lowered her head, lowered her eyelashes, bit her lip, blushed on her cheeks, and shyly took out the red rope she had prepared...

"Chanchan is so cute..."

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but feel his heart flutter when he saw her shy and cute appearance. He stood up, held her in his arms, and kissed her little mouth...

Lingchan Moon Palace.

In the room, a girl in a snow-white dress was sitting quietly in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees.

Her silky black hair hangs down from her shoulders and falls under the soft skirt, making her slender and delicate feet under the skirt even more alluring.

There seemed to be no expression on that flawless face.

But her long eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings, as well as her beautiful and pure eyes, revealed her uneasy mood at the moment.

"There are too many... can't you take care of me? You scumbag..."

Next room.

In front of the table, Little Bailing in a pink skirt was pouting, holding a medicine pestle in her hand, and angrily pounding medicine.

"Smelly uncle, bad uncle. As soon as he comes back, he threatens people and asks them to make medicine for him... They are not afraid of you. If you have the ability, just come. Every time, you only dare to talk, making people wait for you in the middle of the night.

,Hmph...Damn it!"

"Tang tao tao! I'll tao tao tao! I'll beat you to death for your bad uncle who doesn't mean what he says!"

In the medicine jar, the medicine pestle made a popping sound when the medicine pestle was used hard, and the flower juice splashed everywhere.

Little Bailing got angrier and angrier.

Early in the morning.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps outside.

Bai Ling immediately stood up, looked through the gap at the door of the room, and suddenly said: "Chanchan, where have you been?"

Xia Chan didn't answer, lowered her head, staggered away into her room, and then locked the door.

Bai Ling suddenly moved his nose and said "Hey".

Immediately, her expression changed drastically, and she immediately walked out of the door and went to the flower garden behind.

After a while.

Suddenly, a burst of heartbroken crying came from the flower garden: "Oh, my Huahua..."

"Smelly aunt, bad aunt, perverted aunt, Xiao Bailing is not done with you!"

Luo Qingzhou returned to Meixiang Xiaoyuan, took off his clothes and took a cold bath next to the well in the small courtyard.

Zhu'er was practicing throwing knives in the small courtyard. Seeing this, she hurriedly hid in the house.

Qiu'er quickly walked out, holding a towel in her hand. She walked to the well naturally and said, "Uncle, the water in the well is very cold. My servant is keeping hot water in the pot for you."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and said, "No, I'm not afraid of the cold. This is very convenient."

Qiu'er looked at his toned body and whispered, "Do you need a slave to help you rub your back?"

Luo Qingzhou poured the water from the basin directly onto his body, wiped his face and said, "I've finished washing."

Qiu'er quickly walked over and used a towel to help him wipe the water stains on his body.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

At any time, he smiled again and said: "You are not waiting for my uncle, are you?"

Qiu'er stopped, smiled sweetly, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Yes, I am just waiting for my uncle. What a pity, my uncle is just afraid... that he wants to sleep, right?"

After saying that, he smiled and helped him wipe it.

Luo Qingzhou looked at this pretty little girl in a pale yellow dress and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Qiu'er, you underestimate me."

Qiu'er smiled without saying anything and helped him dry himself.

Luo Qingzhou put on a new set of Confucian robes, and after helping her pack away the things in the courtyard, he suddenly picked her up and said, "Little girl, you have successfully aroused my uncle's fighting spirit.

With anger, you're done!"

Qiu'er smiled sweetly in his arms, stretched out her jade arms as white and tender as lotus roots, hugged his neck, and said in her small mouth: "Oh."

"as you wish!"

Luo Qingzhou carried her directly into the house and walked into another room.

The night in Qin Mansion is particularly peaceful.

Not long after, Qiu'er's plaintive voice begging for mercy came from the room: "Uncle, I made a mistake...I don't dare to do it anymore..."

One night passed quietly.

Luo Qingzhou slept with Miss Qin for an hour.

After she woke up, I talked to her under the quilt for a while and then got up and went directly to the palace to start practicing.

A night of tenderness filled him with fighting spirit again.

How can he protect such a beautiful life if he doesn't work hard to cultivate?

The Queen went to the morning court.

He went to the training room by himself, and then went underground from the training room.

The heart of the spiritual mine underground is still shining.

It's like the heart of the body is beating continuously.

Now that he has reached the level of a Grand Master, he will need to consume more energy during cultivation.

Thinking about the lifespan of this spiritual mine, it will be consumed faster.

But there is no way.

There is no turning back when shooting a bow, he must use the heart of the spiritual mine to practice quickly.

If he hadn't practiced here before, he wouldn't have been able to break through to the Grand Master realm so quickly, and naturally he wouldn't have been able to win the border negotiations.

Therefore, as long as he can become stronger quickly, everything will be worth it.

Isn't it a spiritual mine?

The subordinates of the three major immortal sects control so many spiritual mines, and they are all very good spiritual mines, which are obtained by strength. As long as he has enough strength, he can naturally help Dayan win some spiritual mines.
To be continued...