Chapter 293

The sun sets.

I know that the sycamore trees on the roadside are still noisy.

Pedestrians passing by were sweating profusely.

The air is still full of hot air.

The evening breeze with a hint of coolness blew in from the alley, lifting the girl's black hair and light green skirt under the corner.

The girl held the sword and stood there with a cold face.

She looked at the opposite wall, motionless.

I don't know if I didn't notice the sound of his footsteps approaching, or if I deliberately pretended not to hear him.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in front of her, stared at her beautiful and cold face for a while, and suddenly said: "This girl, I want to ask you about someone."

The girl's dark eyelashes trembled, her eyes still looked coldly at the opposite side, and she ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou said: "I heard that there is a little girl in the Qin Mansion who is very cute and is a master of swordsmanship. I also heard that she has a very good-looking and talented uncle. Do you know their names? ”

The girl's eyes finally looked at him.

Luo Qingzhou met her eyes and said with surprise on his face: "Girl, you are so cute. I think you must be much cuter than that little girl from the Qin family. Do you also have a better-looking and more talented uncle?" "

The girl's eyes were cold and she raised her hand.

Luo Qingzhou subconsciously covered his eyes.

A hint of coldness fell on his cheeks.

The girl's slender fingers gently touched his cheek, seeming to be searching for something.

Luo Qingzhou put down his hand and glanced at her again. Fang raised his hand and took off the mask on his face. He rubbed his face and said, "Sure enough, you also have a good-looking uncle."

After saying that, he took off his black attire, put on a wide Confucian robe, and transformed into a graceful and graceful young man.

"Chanchan, is my uncle good-looking?"

Luo Qingzhou asked.

Xia Chan said nothing and looked at the back of his hand.

Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, stroked the crack on Mo's fist and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It will be fine in two days."

Xia Chan stared at the wounds and was silent for a while, then she said, "Do you need my help?"

Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, but suddenly nodded again: "Yes. Chanchan, you can help me apply some medicine when you go back later, and then help me grind the ink, okay?"

Xia Chan looked up at him, her dark and clear eyes full of coldness: "What I'm talking about is killing people."

Luo Qingzhou met her eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "No need. Chanchan, there are some people that I need to do myself. Those people are too dirty and will dirty your little hands."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, looked at him with her dark and clear eyes, and whispered: "Chanchan, you are not afraid of getting dirty..."

There is wind blowing from the alley.

The girl's hair was flying on her temples, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her pure and fragrant breath filled the air.

That thin body and pretty appearance are like a newly blooming flower, green and moving.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. He raised his hand and wanted to hug her. He hesitated for a moment, then put his hand down and said, "Let's go home. If you're not afraid of getting dirty, just help my uncle grind the ink." .

The sun sets on the horizon and the sky turns red.

The two returned to the mansion and entered the Meixiang Garden one after the other.

Qiu'er and Xiaodie, who were wiping dust in the corridor, saw him coming back and were about to speak, but closed their mouths again and looked at the figure behind him.

Qiu'er immediately put down the rag, picked up the basin, said to Xiaodie, and then said: "Uncle, I went with Xiaodie to Sister Xiaotao's place, and will come back later."

Xiaodie hurriedly ran into the kitchen, looked at the food, and then ran out and said, "Sir, the food is hot. You can eat it with Sister Xia Chan."

After saying that, the two little girls immediately packed their things and went out.

Looking at the closed courtyard door, Luo Qingzhou turned around and said: "Chanchan, you see, everyone is afraid of you. When they saw you coming, they all ran away, afraid that you would stab them with your sword. Can you keep smiling in the future? Stop being so fierce?"

Xia Chan held the sword and looked at him with a cold face: "I only stab bad guys."

Luo Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Then do you think my uncle is a bad person?"

Xia Chan said coldly: "Yes."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes suddenly turned gloomy: "Chanchan, what's wrong with my uncle? You have to speak with your conscience. When you fell into the water, was it my uncle who risked his own life and jumped to save you? When you got lost on a windy and thunderous night, was it your uncle who... "

Xia Chan didn't listen to him repeating it anymore, and went directly up the steps and entered the house.

Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and followed in.

Xia Chan walked to the door of the study room and was about to take off her shoes. Luo Qingzhou immediately walked up and knelt down and said, "Chanchan, my uncle will help you take them off."

After saying that, he hugged her feet, helped her gently take off her shoes, and took the opportunity to touch her delicate little feet wearing snow-white socks.

Xia Chan narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.

Luo Qingzhou quickly helped her take off the other one, stood up and said, "Chanchan, I have something I want to show you later. Come in quickly."

With that said, he opened the door for her.

Xia Chan gave him another cold look before entering the room.

Luo Qingzhou secretly wiped his sweat, took off his shoes, walked in, and closed the door.

Xia Chan walked to the window and opened it.

The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is astounding.

The sunset is like a brocade on the horizon, and the last beauty of dusk remains.

Luo Qingzhou took out the black wooden stick from the storage bag, swung it, pointed at her back and said: "Chanchan, look at this stick, it's black and hard."

Xia Chan stood in front of the window, looking at the sunset in the sky. For a moment, she seemed to be distracted and ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou took a step closer, raised the stick and said: "Chanchan, the son-in-law is going to poke you from behind."

As he said that, seeing that she still had no reaction, he pushed forward and gently poked her slender limbs and the hair hanging there.

Xia Chan came back to her senses and turned around to look at him.

Luo Qingzhou shook the black wooden stick in his hand and said, "Chanchan, when you swing this stick hard, the front will become thicker. It looks like it is made of ordinary wood, but it is obviously not. When you hit the stone hard, it will not leave any marks. Try to pull out the sword and see if you can cut it off.

Xia Chan looked down and pulled out the sword in his hand with a "clang".

Before Luo Qingzhou could react, the sword had already fallen on his stick. With a "clang" sound, fireworks flew everywhere.

"Clang!"

The sound of breaking sounded.

A piece of something fell to the ground.

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, thinking that the stick in his hand was cut off. When he was stunned, he suddenly found something wrong. He took a closer look and found that what fell on the ground was half a sword!

He was startled and looked up.

The girl stood in front of the window blankly, with only half of the sword in her hand left...

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

The room fell into silence.

Deathly silence.

Xia Chan held the remaining half of the sword in her hand, and after a long while, her eyes began to turn red.

Tears began to flash in her eyes, her mouth slightly flattened, and then she slowly raised her head and looked at him.

"I'm sorry..."

Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he was at a loss.

He certainly knew what this sword meant to this girl.

He had known her for so long, and it was rare for this sword to leave her hand. Even when she slept, she would hold this sword in her quilt.

This sword was not just a cold sword to her.

It was a friend who had always been with her, a relative who had always given her a sense of security, and the most precious thing that never left her.

But now, it was broken, broken by the black and ugly stick he got from nowhere...

Looking at the girl's tearful eyes and the aggrieved look with her pouty mouth, he felt so distressed...

"Chanchan... I was wrong..."

He apologized again, but even he felt pale and powerless.

He dropped the stick in his hand and walked over. He didn't dare to face her eyes with crystal tears. He bent down and picked up the broken sword blade on the ground. He stroked it for a while, and suddenly his heart moved.

He quickly threw the broken sword on the ground, and then took out the Golden Phoenix Sword given to him by the eldest princess from the storage bag, handed it to her, and said: "Chanchan, this sword is for you. Don't cry, don't blame your son-in-law, okay?"

The Golden Phoenix Sword given by the eldest princess represents supreme power and glory.

But for him, it is not even as good as a tear of the girl in front of him.

He doesn't care about these things.

What he cared about was only a living person, a girl who had fought side by side with him, shared life and death, and gave him all her trust.

Xia Chan did not take the sword in his hand, but bent down to pick up the broken sword on the ground, wiped the tears in her eyes with her sleeve, and walked out of the room.

Luo Qingzhou held the sword, froze in place, wanted to speak, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The footsteps went out the door and disappeared in the courtyard.

He stayed there for a long time, then sighed and put away the sword in his hand.

He looked at the wooden stick on the ground, and when he was in a daze, a low voice suddenly came from the window: "Don't blame you..."

When Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look, the thin and frail figure had already walked into the courtyard holding the broken sword, and soon went out the door and disappeared.

He stayed for another long time, then sighed, walked over, picked up the black wooden stick, and took a closer look.

There was still no trace left on the wooden stick.

The stick is a good stick, but he is not a good person.

Chanchan is right, he is a bad person who always makes her angry.

Now, he made her cry today, how to deal with this?

He thought for a while in the study.

He decided to go to Lingchan Moon Palace to apologize.

If he doesn't go, Bailing will come to question him angrily.

He has to find a way to make up for it.

I don't know if the sword can be bought outside.

He still has 100,000 gold coins and a demon pill, I don't know if it is enough.

Thinking all the way.

Soon arrived at Lingchan Moon Palace.

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