Chapter 262: Warmth in the study
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Chapter 262 The warmth in the study
"Whoosh!"
The duel begins.
"Forehead…"
The duel is over.
Luo Qingzhou had just started ejecting, and before his fist had time to punch out, the sharp point of the sword had already reached his neck.
A trace of coldness makes the skin cold.
"again!"
He put away his fist and took a few steps back.
Immediately bowed his body, clenched his fists again, fixed his eyes on the figure in front of him, and said, "Start!"
As soon as the words fell, he rushed out like a sharp arrow with a "whoosh" sound!
But the figure in front has disappeared.
The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp point of the sword had already touched his skin.
He froze in place, his raised fist fell powerlessly.
"Again!"
"..."
The neck on the side was 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 bit? At least, let me punch out the fist once first?"
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, let me punch you a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable."
"Ah."
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she didn't show any intention of giving in.
Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated again, put away his fist, went to pick up the sword, went back to the room 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, "Tell me not to play with you anymore."
After finishing speaking, he entered the house.
The sword was sheathed and put into the storage bag.
Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.
The room fell silent.
In the courtyard, there was also silence.
The breeze blows, and the petals are flying on the peach blossom tree.
The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time, then Fang lowered his head, put the sword into the sheath, turned and left.
Just two steps away, the window of the study suddenly opened.
Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, can you grind ink?"
Xia Chan paused, stared blankly, turned her head, and was about to shake her head when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write, and no one will help me grind the ink, so I can't do it alone. If you can, come in and help my uncle." a bit."
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Come in."
Luo Qingzhou shouted.
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house.
stopped at the door of the study.
She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again.
"Squeak..."
The door of the room 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 white carpet in the study room, and the decorations filled with the smell of books, slightly lowered her head, and said hesitantly, "I...I, don't go in...Ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, hugged one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot in snow-white socks.
"you…"
"What are you? It's not like my uncle didn't help you off that night under the bridge."
Luo Qingzhou took it for granted, picked up her other foot, and helped her take off the shoe.
Then he could not help but pull her in.
Immediately, the door was closed.
Xia Chan stood at the door, clenched the sword in her hand, two blushes were dyed on her pretty face, bit her pink lips, and wanted to fight back and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the window In front of the desk in front of her, she sat down with her back facing her, and urged, "Come on, I'm going to write."
"Oh…"
Xia Chan was immediately discouraged, and walked over cautiously with a pair of slender feet.
Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the scent of books in this space, and looking at the elegant figure in a Confucian robe sitting in front of the desk, The inferiority complex in her heart suddenly became stronger.
Walking to the desk and looking at the inkstone and ink sticks that represented literati and women, she was at a loss and panicked.
She has never touched these things, and she has no idea how to do them.
Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink stick, brought the inkstone in front of him, and while gently grinding it inside, lowered his head and said: "Look, if you grind slowly like this, you can quickly grind out a lot of inkstones. Don’t stop the juice, make the juice even, neither too thick nor too weak, add water appropriately…”
A faint scent of ink came to the nostrils immediately.
Xia Chan lowered her head, said "Oh" in inferiority, hesitated for a while, and put the sword in her hand on the window sill next to her.
Luo Qingzhou put down the ink stick, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said: "Sit down and grind, take your time first, don't rush, you will be proficient in a while."
Xia Chan didn't sit down, but stood beside her, stretched out her hand and carefully picked up the ink stick, 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, picked up his pen and ink, and continued to write the unfinished "Sima Art of War".
The strokes of the pen are gentle and moist, and the falling ink is elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Not long after, I have already written a large article eloquently.
Xia Chan was silently studying the ink, while peeking at it, her eyes were bewildered, and the coldness on her pretty face had become extremely soft at some point, as if she didn't even notice it.
In the room, the heating is overflowing, and the cigarettes are curling up, which is very warm.
The hourglass under the eaves is dripping water.
Time passed silently.
An afternoon passed quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it was 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 "Sima's Art of War" and wrote two more chapters of "Three Kingdoms Stories", and then stopped writing.
He put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired? It's been so long."
Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the densely packed rice paper with several pages of small characters in front of him, and said in a low voice, "You are the one who is tired."
Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head to dry the ink, and carefully rolled up the rice paper.
Then got up and said: "Chanchan, I remember I promised you last time, after the task that night is completed, my uncle will take you to eat delicious food, remember? Let's go tonight, okay?"
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Okay."
She suddenly remembered something, put down the ink stick in her hand, picked up her sword from the window sill with the other clean hand, and said, "I, go back, let's go."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left the room.
After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, then hurried to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, it's fine for the two of us to go, don't tell Bailing."
Just as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.
Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and followed her gaze. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink and tender girl in a pink dress was standing there, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand. His eyes were looking at him.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"Woo... woo..."
The girl under the tree burst into tears. Rubbing her eyes with her two small fists, she turned around and ran out of the courtyard.
Xia Chan turned her head and looked towards the window.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.
Luo Qingzhou was embarrassed in front of the window for a while, then Fang picked up the rice paper on the table and put it in a storage bag.
Then he washed his hands and went out.
Xia Chan returned to Lingchan Moon Palace, entered the room, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the money bag from the innermost part.
She first took some broken silver from the purse.
After thinking about it, I took some more.
hesitated for a while.
Then, he put the entire purse on his body.
When Luo Qingzhou came to the Ling Chan Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, pouted, tearing the petals in his hands, tearing a piece, and said in his mouth: "Smelly uncle..."
Teared another piece, and said again: "Bad uncle..."
"Smelly uncle, bad uncle, smelly uncle, bad uncle..."
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bailing, my uncle is wrong, my uncle actually didn't mean that..."
"Smelly uncle! Bad uncle! Perverted uncle! Liar uncle!"
Braun stood up suddenly, quickly tore off the petals, then turned around and continued rubbing his eyes with his small fists, and ran into the house with a "woo hoo hoo".
When Luo Qingzhou followed, she had already run into the room and closed the door.
In the room, there was a cry of "woo woo woo", full of grievances.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand to knock on the door. After knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.
It turned out that the door was not plugged in, it was just ajar.
Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, pushed open the door, walked in, closed the door again, and then apologized and explained: "Bailing, my uncle shouldn't have said that just now, but it really didn't mean what you thought. Last time Xia Chan helped My uncle, my uncle promised at that time that I would take her out to eat delicious food. My uncle knew that you must leave someone to watch over the eldest lady, so my uncle asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry. In fact, my uncle has thought about it, next time, my uncle will take you out alone, or tomorrow, okay?"
"Woo..."
Bailing was still lying on the bed, crying very sadly.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and said: "Bailing, don't cry, why don't we all go out together later? Missy also go out together?"
Bai Ling immediately said: "Miss won't go out! Woo..."
Luo Qingzhou sat down by the bed, touched her upturned buttocks and said, "Bailing..."
"what!"
Bai Ling suddenly exclaimed, turned over in a hurry, covered his buttocks, opened his eyes wide, looked at him in shock and said, "Master, you... why are you touching other people's ass?"
Luo Qingzhou saw that she wasn't crying at all, and her eye circles weren't even red, so she couldn't help being funny and angrily said: "What are you talking about? My uncle is going to shy away from you."
Braun: "..."
In the room, the room is full of pink, covered by curtains, and the fragrance is overwhelming.
A man and a woman are sitting on the edge of a soft bed, their eyes are facing each other, and the atmosphere is ambiguous.
Bai Ling felt a little flustered, and immediately got up to run away. Luo Qingzhou put his arms around her slender waist, caught her back, and sat her on his lap.
"Grandpa, don't...don't be shivering...um..."
Luo Qingzhou kissed her small mouth.
Bai Ling sat in his arms, twisting and struggling, with a begging expression on his face, his arms slowly wrapped around his neck...
The kiss lasted for a long time before Fang stopped.
Luo Qingzhou let go of her mouth and said, "What are you doing?"
Bai Ling blushed, looked at him with blurred eyes and said, "No...don't be shivering..."
Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, his hand slid down her slender waist, and when he was about to reach into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door.
At some point, the door of the room opened silently, and Xia Chan stood there silently.
Luo Qingzhou's hands froze, and he hurriedly removed them.
"Xia Chan is here..."
he whispered.
The girl in his arms woke up now, turned her head, looked towards the door, and quietly took her little hand out of his clothes.
Immediately, he suddenly jumped down from his lap, clenched his two small fists immediately, rubbed his eyes again, and began to "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" I'm scared of him, woo... Fortunately, I would rather die than surrender, and didn't let him succeed, woo..."
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 262 The warmth in the study
"Whoosh!"
The duel begins.
"Forehead…"
The duel is over.
Luo Qingzhou had just started ejecting, and before his fist had time to punch out, the sharp point of the sword had already reached his neck.
A trace of coldness makes the skin cold.
"again!"
He put away his fist and took a few steps back.
Immediately bowed his body, clenched his fists again, fixed his eyes on the figure in front of him, and said, "Start!"
As soon as the words fell, he rushed out like a sharp arrow with a "whoosh" sound!
But the figure in front has disappeared.
The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp point of the sword had already touched his skin.
He froze in place, his raised fist fell powerlessly.
"Again!"
"..."
The neck on the side was 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 bit? At least, let me punch out the fist once first?"
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, let me punch you a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable."
"Ah."
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she didn't show any intention of giving in.
Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated again, put away his fist, went to pick up the sword, went back to the room 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, "Tell me not to play with you anymore."
After finishing speaking, he entered the house.
The sword was sheathed and put into the storage bag.
Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.
The room fell silent.
In the courtyard, there was also silence.
The breeze blows, and the petals are flying on the peach blossom tree.
The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time, then Fang lowered his head, put the sword into the sheath, turned and left.
Just two steps away, the window of the study suddenly opened.
Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, can you grind ink?"
Xia Chan paused, stared blankly, turned her head, and was about to shake her head when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write, and no one will help me grind the ink, so I can't do it alone. If you can, come in and help my uncle." a bit."
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Come in."
Luo Qingzhou shouted.
Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house.
stopped at the door of the study.
She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again.
"Squeak..."
The door of the room 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 white carpet in the study room, and the decorations filled with the smell of books, slightly lowered her head, and said hesitantly, "I...I, don't go in...Ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, hugged one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot in snow-white socks.
"you…"
"What are you? It's not like my uncle didn't help you off that night under the bridge."
Luo Qingzhou took it for granted, picked up her other foot, and helped her take off the shoe.
Then he could not help but pull her in.
Immediately, the door was closed.
Xia Chan stood at the door, clenched the sword in her hand, two blushes were dyed on her pretty face, bit her pink lips, and wanted to fight back and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the window In front of the desk in front of her, she sat down with her back facing her, and urged, "Come on, I'm going to write."
"Oh…"
Xia Chan was immediately discouraged, and walked over cautiously with a pair of slender feet.
Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the scent of books in this space, and looking at the elegant figure in a Confucian robe sitting in front of the desk, The inferiority complex in her heart suddenly became stronger.
Walking to the desk and looking at the inkstone and ink sticks that represented literati and women, she was at a loss and panicked.
She has never touched these things, and she has no idea how to do them.
Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink stick, brought the inkstone in front of him, and while gently grinding it inside, lowered his head and said: "Look, if you grind slowly like this, you can quickly grind out a lot of inkstones. Don’t stop the juice, make the juice even, neither too thick nor too weak, add water appropriately…”
A faint scent of ink came to the nostrils immediately.
Xia Chan lowered her head, said "Oh" in inferiority, hesitated for a while, and put the sword in her hand on the window sill next to her.
Luo Qingzhou put down the ink stick, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said: "Sit down and grind, take your time first, don't rush, you will be proficient in a while."
Xia Chan didn't sit down, but stood beside her, stretched out her hand and carefully picked up the ink stick, 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, picked up his pen and ink, and continued to write the unfinished "Sima Art of War".
The strokes of the pen are gentle and moist, and the falling ink is elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Not long after, I have already written a large article eloquently.
Xia Chan was silently studying the ink, while peeking at it, her eyes were bewildered, and the coldness on her pretty face had become extremely soft at some point, as if she didn't even notice it.
In the room, the heating is overflowing, and the cigarettes are curling up, which is very warm.
The hourglass under the eaves is dripping water.
Time passed silently.
An afternoon passed quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it was 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 "Sima's Art of War" and wrote two more chapters of "Three Kingdoms Stories", and then stopped writing.
He put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired? It's been so long."
Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the densely packed rice paper with several pages of small characters in front of him, and said in a low voice, "You are the one who is tired."
Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head to dry the ink, and carefully rolled up the rice paper.
Then got up and said: "Chanchan, I remember I promised you last time, after the task that night is completed, my uncle will take you to eat delicious food, remember? Let's go tonight, okay?"
Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Okay."
She suddenly remembered something, put down the ink stick in her hand, picked up her sword from the window sill with the other clean hand, and said, "I, go back, let's go."
After finishing speaking, he turned and left the room.
After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, then hurried to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, it's fine for the two of us to go, don't tell Bailing."
Just as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.
Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and followed her gaze. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink and tender girl in a pink dress was standing there, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand. His eyes were looking at him.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
"Woo... woo..."
The girl under the tree burst into tears. Rubbing her eyes with her two small fists, she turned around and ran out of the courtyard.
Xia Chan turned her head and looked towards the window.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.
Luo Qingzhou was embarrassed in front of the window for a while, then Fang picked up the rice paper on the table and put it in a storage bag.
Then he washed his hands and went out.
Xia Chan returned to Lingchan Moon Palace, entered the room, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the money bag from the innermost part.
She first took some broken silver from the purse.
After thinking about it, I took some more.
hesitated for a while.
Then, he put the entire purse on his body.
When Luo Qingzhou came to the Ling Chan Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, pouted, tearing the petals in his hands, tearing a piece, and said in his mouth: "Smelly uncle..."
Teared another piece, and said again: "Bad uncle..."
"Smelly uncle, bad uncle, smelly uncle, bad uncle..."
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bailing, my uncle is wrong, my uncle actually didn't mean that..."
"Smelly uncle! Bad uncle! Perverted uncle! Liar uncle!"
Braun stood up suddenly, quickly tore off the petals, then turned around and continued rubbing his eyes with his small fists, and ran into the house with a "woo hoo hoo".
When Luo Qingzhou followed, she had already run into the room and closed the door.
In the room, there was a cry of "woo woo woo", full of grievances.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand to knock on the door. After knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.
It turned out that the door was not plugged in, it was just ajar.
Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, pushed open the door, walked in, closed the door again, and then apologized and explained: "Bailing, my uncle shouldn't have said that just now, but it really didn't mean what you thought. Last time Xia Chan helped My uncle, my uncle promised at that time that I would take her out to eat delicious food. My uncle knew that you must leave someone to watch over the eldest lady, so my uncle asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry. In fact, my uncle has thought about it, next time, my uncle will take you out alone, or tomorrow, okay?"
"Woo..."
Bailing was still lying on the bed, crying very sadly.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and said: "Bailing, don't cry, why don't we all go out together later? Missy also go out together?"
Bai Ling immediately said: "Miss won't go out! Woo..."
Luo Qingzhou sat down by the bed, touched her upturned buttocks and said, "Bailing..."
"what!"
Bai Ling suddenly exclaimed, turned over in a hurry, covered his buttocks, opened his eyes wide, looked at him in shock and said, "Master, you... why are you touching other people's ass?"
Luo Qingzhou saw that she wasn't crying at all, and her eye circles weren't even red, so she couldn't help being funny and angrily said: "What are you talking about? My uncle is going to shy away from you."
Braun: "..."
In the room, the room is full of pink, covered by curtains, and the fragrance is overwhelming.
A man and a woman are sitting on the edge of a soft bed, their eyes are facing each other, and the atmosphere is ambiguous.
Bai Ling felt a little flustered, and immediately got up to run away. Luo Qingzhou put his arms around her slender waist, caught her back, and sat her on his lap.
"Grandpa, don't...don't be shivering...um..."
Luo Qingzhou kissed her small mouth.
Bai Ling sat in his arms, twisting and struggling, with a begging expression on his face, his arms slowly wrapped around his neck...
The kiss lasted for a long time before Fang stopped.
Luo Qingzhou let go of her mouth and said, "What are you doing?"
Bai Ling blushed, looked at him with blurred eyes and said, "No...don't be shivering..."
Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, his hand slid down her slender waist, and when he was about to reach into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door.
At some point, the door of the room opened silently, and Xia Chan stood there silently.
Luo Qingzhou's hands froze, and he hurriedly removed them.
"Xia Chan is here..."
he whispered.
The girl in his arms woke up now, turned her head, looked towards the door, and quietly took her little hand out of his clothes.
Immediately, he suddenly jumped down from his lap, clenched his two small fists immediately, rubbed his eyes again, and began to "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" I'm scared of him, woo... Fortunately, I would rather die than surrender, and didn't let him succeed, woo..."
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 262 The warmth in the study "Whoosh!"The duel begins. "Forehead" The duel is over.Luo Qingzhou had just started ejecting, and before his fist had time to punch out, the sharp point of the sword had already reached his neck.A trace of coldness makes the skin cold. "again!"He put away his fist and took a few steps back. Immediately bowed his body, clenched his fists again, fixed his eyes on the figure in front of him, and said, "Start!" As soon as the words fell, he rushed out like a sharp arrow with a "whoosh" sound! But the figure in front has disappeared.The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp point of the sword had already touched his skin.He froze in place, his raised fist fell powerlessly. "Again!" "..."The neck on the side was 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 bit? At least, let me punch out the fist once first?"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, let me punch you a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable." "Ah."Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she didn't show any intention of giving in.Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated again, put away his fist, went to pick up the sword, went back to the room 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, "Tell me not to play with you anymore." After finishing speaking, he entered the house.The sword was sheathed and put into the storage bag. Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.The room fell silent. In the courtyard, there was also silence. The breeze blows, and the petals are flying on the peach blossom tree.The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time, then Fang lowered his head, put the sword into the sheath, turned and left. Just two steps away, the window of the study suddenly opened. Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, can you grind ink?"Xia Chan paused, stared blankly, turned her head, and was about to shake her head when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write, and no one will help me grind the ink, so I can't do it alone. If you can, come in and help my uncle." a bit."Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Come in." Luo Qingzhou shouted.Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house. stopped at the door of the study. She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again. "Squeak..."The door of the room 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 white carpet in the study room, and the decorations filled with the smell of books, slightly lowered her head, and said hesitantly, "I...I, don't go in...Ah!" Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, hugged one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot in snow-white socks. "you" "What are you? It's not like my uncle didn't help you off that night under the bridge."Luo Qingzhou took it for granted, picked up her other foot, and helped her take off the shoe. Then he could not help but pull her in. Immediately, the door was closed.Xia Chan stood at the door, clenched the sword in her hand, two blushes were dyed on her pretty face, bit her pink lips, and wanted to fight back and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the window In front of the desk in front of her, she sat down with her back facing her, and urged, "Come on, I'm going to write." "Oh"Xia Chan was immediately discouraged, and walked over cautiously with a pair of slender feet.Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the scent of books in this space, and looking at the elegant figure in a Confucian robe sitting in front of the desk, The inferiority complex in her heart suddenly became stronger.Walking to the desk and looking at the inkstone and ink sticks that represented literati and women, she was at a loss and panicked. She has never touched these things, and she has no idea how to do them.Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink stick, brought the inkstone in front of him, and while gently grinding it inside, lowered his head and said: "Look, if you grind slowly like this, you can quickly grind out a lot of inkstones. Don't stop the juice, make the juice even, neither too thick nor too weak, add water appropriatelyA faint scent of ink came to the nostrils immediately.Xia Chan lowered her head, said "Oh" in inferiority, hesitated for a while, and put the sword in her hand on the window sill next to her.Luo Qingzhou put down the ink stick, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said: "Sit down and grind, take your time first, don't rush, you will be proficient in a while."Xia Chan didn't sit down, but stood beside her, stretched out her hand and carefully picked up the ink stick, 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, picked up his pen and ink, and continued to write the unfinished "Sima Art of War".The strokes of the pen are gentle and moist, and the falling ink is elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water. Not long after, I have already written a large article eloquently.Xia Chan was silently studying the ink, while peeking at it, her eyes were bewildered, and the coldness on her pretty face had become extremely soft at some point, as if she didn't even notice it.In the room, the heating is overflowing, and the cigarettes are curling up, which is very warm.The hourglass under the eaves is dripping water.Time passed silently. An afternoon passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, it was 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 "Sima's Art of War" and wrote two more chapters of "Three Kingdoms Stories", and then stopped writing.He put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired? It's been so long."Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the densely packed rice paper with several pages of small characters in front of him, and said in a low voice, "You are the one who is tired."Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head to dry the ink, and carefully rolled up the rice paper.Then got up and said: "Chanchan, I remember I promised you last time, after the task that night is completed, my uncle will take you to eat delicious food, remember? Let's go tonight, okay?"Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Okay."She suddenly remembered something, put down the ink stick in her hand, picked up her sword from the window sill with the other clean hand, and said, "I, go back, let's go." After finishing speaking, he turned and left the room.After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, then hurried to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, it's fine for the two of us to go, don't tell Bailing." Just as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and followed her gaze. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink and tender girl in a pink dress was standing there, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand. His eyes were looking at him.Luo Qingzhou: "..." "Woo... woo..."The girl under the tree burst into tears. Rubbing her eyes with her two small fists, she turned around and ran out of the courtyard.Xia Chan turned her head and looked towards the window.Luo Qingzhou: "..."Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.Luo Qingzhou was embarrassed in front of the window for a while, then Fang picked up the rice paper on the table and put it in a storage bag. Then he washed his hands and went out.Xia Chan returned to Lingchan Moon Palace, entered the room, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the money bag from the innermost part.She first took some broken silver from the purse. After thinking about it, I took some more. hesitated for a while. Then, he put the entire purse on his body.When Luo Qingzhou came to the Ling Chan Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, pouted, tearing the petals in his hands, tearing a piece, and said in his mouth: "Smelly uncle..."Teared another piece, and said again: "Bad uncle..." "Smelly uncle, bad uncle, smelly uncle, bad uncle..."Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bailing, my uncle is wrong, my uncle actually didn't mean that..." "Smelly uncle! Bad uncle! Perverted uncle! Liar uncle!"Braun stood up suddenly, quickly tore off the petals, then turned around and continued rubbing his eyes with his small fists, and ran into the house with a "woo hoo hoo".When Luo Qingzhou followed, she had already run into the room and closed the door.In the room, there was a cry of "woo woo woo", full of grievances.Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand to knock on the door. After knocking twice, the door suddenly opened. It turned out that the door was not plugged in, it was just ajar.Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, pushed open the door, walked in, closed the door again, and then apologized and explained: "Bailing, my uncle shouldn't have said that just now, but it really didn't mean what you thought. Last time Xia Chan helped My uncle, my uncle promised at that time that I would take her out to eat delicious food. My uncle knew that you must leave someone to watch over the eldest lady, so my uncle asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry. In fact, my uncle has thought about it, next time, my uncle will take you out alone, or tomorrow, okay?" "Woo..."Bailing was still lying on the bed, crying very sadly.Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and said: "Bailing, don't cry, why don't we all go out together later? Missy also go out together?"Bai Ling immediately said: "Miss won't go out! Woo..."Luo Qingzhou sat down by the bed, touched her upturned buttocks and said, "Bailing..." "what!"Bai Ling suddenly exclaimed, turned over in a hurry, covered his buttocks, opened his eyes wide, looked at him in shock and said, "Master, you... why are you touching other people's ass?"Luo Qingzhou saw that she wasn't crying at all, and her eye circles weren't even red, so she couldn't help being funny and angrily said: "What are you talking about? My uncle is going to shy away from you."Braun: "..."In the room, the room is full of pink, covered by curtains, and the fragrance is overwhelming.A man and a woman are sitting on the edge of a soft bed, their eyes are facing each other, and the atmosphere is ambiguous.Bai Ling felt a little flustered, and immediately got up to run away. Luo Qingzhou put his arms around her slender waist, caught her back, and sat her on his lap. "Grandpa, don't...don't be shivering...um..."Luo Qingzhou kissed her small mouth.Bai Ling sat in his arms, twisting and struggling, with a begging expression on his face, his arms slowly wrapped around his neck... The kiss lasted for a long time before Fang stopped.Luo Qingzhou let go of her mouth and said, "What are you doing?"Bai Ling blushed, looked at him with blurred eyes and said, "No...don't be shivering..."Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, his hand slid down her slender waist, and when he was about to reach into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door. At some point, the door of the room opened silently, and Xia Chan stood there silently.Luo Qingzhou's hands froze, and he hurriedly removed them. "Xia Chan is here..." he whispered.The girl in his arms woke up now, turned her head, looked towards the door, and quietly took her little hand out of his clothes.Immediately, he suddenly jumped down from his lap, clenched his two small fists immediately, rubbed his eyes again, and began to "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" I'm scared of him, woo... Fortunately, I would rather die than surrender, and didn't let him succeed, woo..."end of this chapter
