"Snapped!"

A crisp sound resounded in the room.

Bailing said "Ah", his body trembled, and his eyes widened.

Then he covered his buttocks and turned his head to look at him.

The little look on his face looked a little confused.

Luo Qingzhou turned sideways, put his hands together, slowly spread them out, and said, "There are mosquitoes."

Then he looked at her and said, "You think my uncle is spanking you? Haha, that's a good idea."

Bai Ling: "..."

"Lie down, sing a song like a little donkey, and I will do as you wish."

Luo Qingzhou raised his eyebrows.

Bellington whined, lying on the bed, tilting his buttocks and sobbing: "Smelly uncle, bad uncle, likes to bully others, wuwu..."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Do you want to sing?"

Bai Ling immediately pouted and said, "If you don't sing, you won't sing. I'd rather die than surrender! If I have the ability, I'll beat them hard, and they won't be afraid!"

As she spoke, she took away the hand that was covering her buttocks, and even tilted her buttocks up again, then bit her pink lips with a tragic (expectation) expression on her face.

Luo Qingzhou: "...are you dreaming? Since you don't want to sing, then my uncle will leave."

After that, he ignored her and left the room directly, closing the door for her.

Bai Ling's face was pressed against the bed, buttocks were in the sky, like a hunched caterpillar. She was frozen there motionless. After waiting for a long time, she suddenly became discouraged, her slender waist and buttocks collapsed, and she lay on the bed with puffy cheeks.

I muttered a few words, and then started to feel dazed and confused...

Outside the gate of Lingchan Moon Palace.

Luo Qingzhou stood there, feeling the cold night wind blowing, and was mostly awake from alcohol.

With this kind of image, it’s better not to greet the eldest lady.

If you say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing, it will not be as simple as singing "Little Donkey".

He didn't want to make the eldest lady unhappy.

Better go back.

When he returned to Meixiang Garden, he was surprised to find that Pearl's flying knife had turned into a real flying knife.

Instead of throwing it with your hands, it has already started to be controlled with your spiritual thoughts!

"Whoosh!"

A flying knife was spinning in circles in the courtyard.

Pearl stood in the middle of the small courtyard, stretching out a finger and mumbling something.

This little girl looks very excited.

However, the flying knife not only flew very slowly, but also looked wobbly and almost fell.

"Ding……"

The flying knife finally fell to the ground.

Pearl sighed and was about to pick it up when she suddenly found that the flying knife on the ground flew up with a "whoosh" and landed in one hand.

"ah……"

Pearl was startled and looked up.

Only then did he realize that it was his uncle.

Luo Qingzhou held the flying knife, gently stroking the blade with his fingers, looking at her and saying: "The quality of this flying knife is not like an ordinary weapon. You went from knowing nothing to being able to control the flying knife...

Little Mantou, you’re not a spy sent by the demon clan, are you?”

Zhu'er froze on the spot, unable to react for a moment.

Luo Qingzhou said: "You are indeed a spy sent by the demon clan."

Zhu'er trembled, then finally came to her senses, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, this slave... this slave is not..."

Luo Qingzhou said coldly: "Tell me the truth, who sent you here?"

Zhu'er said in a tearful voice: "Uncle, this slave is really not..."

Luo Qingzhou said seriously: "Isn't that true? Unless you treat me to steamed buns and soup dumplings again, especially soup dumplings, only humans can make them. Otherwise, I will send you to the official."

"Cough... cough cough..."

At this time, a coughing sound suddenly came from the room.

Luo Qingzhou's expression changed and he didn't dare to joke anymore. He returned the throwing knife to her and asked, "Has the second lady been coughing these past few nights?"

Zhu'er was stunned and said: "No...last night, I had a cough the night before."

"Have you taken the medicine?"

Luo Qingzhou asked again.

Zhu'er nodded blankly: "Eat...Qiu'er cooked it."

Luo Qingzhou said nothing and entered the room with a solemn expression.

Zhu'er stayed in the small courtyard for a while, then Fang returned to the house in a daze and entered Xiaodie and Qiu'er's room.

"Qiu'er, can you make soup dumplings?"

Qiu'er woke up from her sleep and asked in a daze: "What soup dumplings?"

Pearl whispered: "It's the kind of steamed buns that make the soup overflow when you take a bite. We have eaten them outside."

"oh oh."

"Can you do it?"

"Let's talk tomorrow. Why do you suddenly want to eat this?"

"My uncle wants to eat..."

"Oh... hmm?"

Qiu'er suddenly woke up.

Next room.

Miss Qin only coughed a few times and then stopped.

She was still sleeping soundly, but her face was paler than before.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the bed, watching with distress.

Early in the morning.

He went to East Lake and sent a message to Sister Yue.

Then he entered the Dragon Palace and practiced boxing in Long Er's training room.

Long Er stood guard outside the door silently and did not disturb.

It's almost dawn.

Luo Qingzhou came out of the training room and asked, "Isn't Sister Yue here yet?"

Long Er shook his head and said: "But my sister sent a message to Long Er. She told the young master not to worry."

Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled: "That's all you said?"

Long Er frowned slightly and said, "Well, even after saying this, Long Er didn't understand what my sister was talking about."

Luo Qingzhou thought to himself: It should be about His Majesty's body and baby. It seems that Sister Yue has already been to the palace.

There was a pause.

He added: "By the way, Long'er, did you give her the core and short stick?"

Long Er nodded and said: "The night the young master brought them, my sister came and took them away."

"Nothing?"

"No, my sister took it and left."

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, Long'er, you practice well, I'm going to continue practicing in seclusion, there's not much time."

Long Er was reluctant to leave, and said with a charming face: "Young Master, Long Er..."

Luo Qingzhou said: "I have a lot of energy in my body now, and the thunder and lightning are also the strongest and most full."

Long'er's expression changed and he said quickly: "Sir, cultivation is important. You should go to retreat to practice. Long'er is also going to retreat."

"..."

Luo Qingzhou rubbed her head, turned and left without staying any longer.
To be continued...