Chapter 288

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. Madam, please check it for me first. Second Miss, if there is something important, 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 take a look."

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 young 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!"

Meier didn't dare to refuse, so she had 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... about sleeping 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 the same roommate... I have 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 will ask 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 she is standing in the yard. The servant 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 was 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, call Qiu'er and go out to 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 went out with embroidery tools and closed the courtyard door.

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: "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.

Gone?

There was a hint of confusion on Luo Qingzhou's face.

That girl came here just to take a look at him, or did she have something to do? Or maybe, just bored?

Just as he was guessing, the door 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. Just 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 loved the smell.

It's like the smell of him...

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen in the ink and recalled it carefully in his mind. Then he wrote down the entire "Ox Demon Magic" 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 of the demon race cannot be practiced, otherwise he wouldn't have to worry about where to find the inner strength of the martial arts master level.

The snow-white rice paper was soon covered with beautiful and vigorous small characters.

Xia Chan stood beside him, lowered her head, quietly grinding ink, and looked up at him from time to time.

Under the light, her beautiful face was full of seriousness and thinking.

Her eyes were also full of tenderness.

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

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

After Luo Qingzhou finished writing, he carefully read it again, put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, lowered his head to blow dry the ink on it, and raised his head and said: "Chanchan, is the handwriting of the uncle beautiful?"

Xia Chan was looking at him infatuatedly. When she saw him looking at her, she immediately looked away and looked at the rice paper in his hand. After a pause, she said coldly: "Just so, just so."

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "There is still one missing [Ma Ma, Hu Hu]."

Xia Chan turned her pretty face away and looked out the window: "Humph!"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

Under the moonlight, her appearance was clear and cold, but charming.

For some reason, there were two light blushes on that pretty face, like a blooming peach blossom, pink and delicate, with an alluring fragrance.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly couldn't help but say: "Chanchan, you are so cute, the uncle wants to... kiss..."

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

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

He opened his eyes and looked carefully through his fingers. On that pretty face with a blush, there was no anger or murderous intent, but she just stared 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 skirt, the pair of slender feet wearing snow-white silk stockings were ready to leave.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly covered his eyes with one hand, stood up and stopped her, saying: "Chanchan, you hurt my son-in-law, you can't just leave."

Xia Chan held the sword, looked at him coldly, and prepared to bypass him.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Chanchan, stay with me for a while. It's still early, Qiu'er and Xiaodie will be back very late. My uncle is injured again, can you bear to let him stay alone in the room?"

Xia Chan paused, looked at him coldly and said: "I'll go and help you, call Bailing."

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

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, said nothing, and passed him by.

She walked to the door, opened the door, and walked out.

Just when she was about to put on her shoes, Luo Qingzhou's voice suddenly sounded behind her again: "Chanchan, my uncle suddenly feels that he still wants you to accompany him, okay?"

Xia Chan paused, put on her shoes, and prepared to leave.

Just as she took a step, two arms suddenly stretched out from behind, gently hugged her slender legs from behind.

She trembled, and just as she clenched her fists, the body behind her suddenly pressed against her back, and a voice with a warm breath sounded gently in her ears: "Chanchan, accompany the uncle for a while, okay?"

Her body froze, and she stood there, motionless.

The blush on her pretty face suddenly bloomed like a delicate flower, and began to become hot. Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes lowered, looking at the hands tightly holding her waist.

She stood blankly at the door, motionless and silent.

Luo Qingzhou hugged her from behind, his cheek buried in her soft hair. After a while, he suddenly leaned close to her ear, opened his mouth, gently bit her pink and blushing earlobe, and murmured in a low voice: "Chanchan..."

The girl trembled and suddenly became a little weak.

Luo Qingzhou's hand gently caressed her soft and slender vagina, then slowly moved up and got into her clothes...

"Bang!"

"Ah..."

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground and covered his other eye.

The girl held the sword and left coldly.

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground for a long time, then stood up, slowly put down his hand covering his eyes, and looked out the door.

There was nothing outside the door, only the cold moonlight.

He stayed for a long time, then closed the door, walked to the beauty bed, lay on it, and closed his eyes.

He frowned, recalling the scenes of the past.

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in front of the window.

He opened his eyes and looked.

Bai Ling, wearing a pink skirt, stood outside the window stealthily, one hand reached into the window, holding the dark red gem in her hand.

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