Chapter 340

"Jianjia, let's go."

Song Ruyue didn't hesitate and directly pulled Miss Qin into another room.

Seeing this, Bai Ling immediately followed and said, "Madam, let me massage you."

Immediately, the door was closed.

Xia Chan was the only one left outside the door.

Xia Chan paused at the door and looked at the first room.

The door is not closed.

Xiaodie was standing in the door, blinking at her.

The two looked at each other.

Xiaodie was a little embarrassed, so she had to say: "Sister Xia Chan, come in, the bed is very big, I won't bully you."

Xia Chan withdrew her gaze, walked to the door of the second room, turned around, and leaned against the wall next to her, holding Yue Xiong in her arms and holding the sword in her arms, standing motionless.

After a while.

Luo Qingzhou walked out of the room, took her hand and said: "Come on, go in and rest, why are you standing here?"

Xia Chan immediately clenched the sword in her hand and looked at him with cold eyes.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but pull and push her into the room and closed the door.

The room quickly became quiet.

Not long after, the door of the next room slowly opened.

Bailing poked his head out furtively, opened his smart eyes, and peeked at the door and the corridor outside. Then he turned his head and said, "Madam, Chanchan was really tricked into the room by my uncle."

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "I'm sorry that boy doesn't dare to do anything wrong."

Bai Ling said: "That's not necessarily true. Maybe Chanchan will fall for the bait with my uncle's sweet words?"

"Hmph, is Chan'er that stupid?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, paused, and suddenly stood up from the bed and said, "That girl looks really stupid."

The two of them left the room together and listened at the door for a while. When they saw that there was no movement, they immediately moved closer, leaning against the door, hunched over, sticking out their buttocks, and continued to eavesdrop with breathless concentration.

There was silence in the room.

The two of them kept the same posture and listened for a while. When they were about to stand up straight, they suddenly heard a crisp "pop" sound coming from the room.

Immediately, the sound of "Pah! Pah! Pah!" was heard endlessly.

Song Ruyue's expression suddenly changed.

Bai Ling opened his eyes wide.

At this time, Xiaodie's panting voice suddenly came from inside: "Sister Xia Chan... hurry up, come and help me..."

Then Xia Chan's voice came from inside: "Oh."

Song Ruyue was furious and banged against the door.

The door was unlocked and was knocked open.

Song Ruyue's eyes widened angrily and she said, "Stop it, kid! Let go of my Chan'er!"

Bai Ling also immediately put his head in and looked inside with wide eyes.

Xiaodie was standing in front of the window with her hands raised and her clothes neatly arranged, looking at them in astonishment.

Xia Chan held the hilt of the sword and stood next to her, with a look of doubt on her cold and pretty face.

The air suddenly became silent.

Xiaodie suddenly pointed to the top of her head and said, "Sister Xia Chan, there, hurry up!"

"Bang!"

With a flash of cold light, the sword came out of the body!

A mosquito flying in mid-air was split into two in an instant!

Xia Chan put away her sword and looked towards the door.

Xiaodie then asked weakly: "Madam, what...what's wrong?"

Song Ruyue froze at the door and said nonchalantly: "I'm fighting... mosquitoes."

Then he turned around and searched the whole room, and said with confusion on his face: "Where is Qingzhou? Didn't you see him come in just now?"

Xiaodie said respectfully: "The master brought Sister Xia Chan in and then went out. He said he would go sit in the hall. Madam, do you have anything to do with him? I will call him right now."

With that said, he was about to go out.

Song Ruyue hurriedly stopped her and said, "No, no, no need to shout. I just came to take a look, in case you are not used to sleeping. It's okay, you go on, I'm going back to the room to rest."

After saying that, he walked out the door dejectedly and closed the door for them.

The two looked at each other at the door, both seeing the embarrassment on each other's faces, and then looked toward the hall outside the corridor.

They walked forward for a while and saw a familiar figure sitting by the window not far away.

Wearing a large Confucian robe, he is elegant and elegant, and is quietly looking at the river outside the window in a daze.

"Let's go back to the room and rest."

Song Ruyue looked at it a few more times, then retracted her gaze and turned back to the room.

Bai Ling also followed back and closed the door.

The two of them had just entered the room.

Luo Qingzhou stood up from his seat in the hall, came over, opened the door, and walked in.

Then, he closed the door and locked it.

in the room.

Xiaodie was squatting on the ground, eyes wide open, looking for the mosquito's body.

Xia Chan held the sword and stood in front of the window, looking at the river outside. After hearing the movement, she moved slightly and clenched the sword in her hand, still looking outside, motionless.

"Xiaodie, come and give me a squeeze."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the two of them, took off his shoes and lay on the bed.

Xiaodie said "Oh", stood up, walked to the bedside, helped him hold his legs and said, "Sir, Madam came just now. She seems to be afraid that you will bully Sister Xia Chan."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the pretty figure at the window and said nothing.

Xiaodie squeezed his shoulders again and whispered: "Master, how are you going to sleep at night? Sister Xia Chan won't agree to sleep with us, right?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "It's okay, there are a lot of mosquitoes here, just let her stand there and help us kill mosquitoes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill suddenly hit him.

Luo Qingzhou looked towards the window.

Xia Chan turned her head away, looking at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou closed his eyes, pretending not to see, moaning, "Comfortable... A little lower, a little lower... Try harder..."

Xiaodie grumbled, "Sir, I've already used my best strength..."

Luo Qingzhou turned over and lay on the bed, saying, "Stupid, if you can't do it, go ask your sister Xia Chan to do it, she will definitely do it better than you."

Xiaodie clenched her fists and pounded his back, looking out the window, and said weakly, "I dare not..."

Luo Qingzhou said, "What are you afraid of? She won't eat you."

Xiaodie said, "Then go and ask for it, sir."

Luo Qingzhou said, "How can I ask her for help, given my status? You... ah!"

He felt a sudden pain on his back, and immediately opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Xia Chan had been standing by the bed without knowing when, stretching out a hand to grab his neck, staring at him coldly.

Xiaodie stepped aside, covering her mouth and laughing secretly.

Luo Qingzhou begged for mercy: "Let go, you've grabbed my kidney..."

Xia Chan's pretty face was cold, she stared at him for a while, then said: "Do you want me to help you, rub your back?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned when he heard that, and nodded happily: "Yes."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Xia Chan suddenly raised her fist and punched him in the back.

Luo Qingzhou grimaced in pain, covered his back, and twisted his body and said: "Chanchan, you are so cruel... Don't do it... My son-in-law was wrong..."

Xiaodie laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up.

"Hmph!"

Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the window, holding the sword, looking out the window coldly, as if nothing had happened just now.

Luo Qingzhou hissed a few times and turned his head to say, "Xiaodie, come up and sleep with the young master."

Xiaodie immediately said shyly, "Young master..."

Luo Qingzhou said with a straight face, "Come up."

"Oh..."

Xiaodie glanced at the window, walked to the bed with a red face, took off her shoes, climbed up, and lay inside. Her little face was burning as she begged, "Young master, Sister Xia Chan is here, don't...ah!"

Xia Chan, standing in front of the window, clenched the sword in her hand.

"Young master, don't..."

"Young master, be gentle, it hurts..."

Xia Chan froze in front of the window for a while, then slowly turned her head and looked over.

Luo Qingzhou knelt on the bed, massaging Xiaodie's shoulders. He seemed to know that she was watching, turned his head and looked into her eyes, and said, "Chanchan, do you want to come over and lie down, and let your uncle massage you too? Your uncle's technique is very exquisite."

Xia Chan ignored him and looked out the window again.

The sunset gradually fell to the west.

Soon, it fell into the green mountains in the distance.

The night fell, and the whole river fell into darkness.

But soon, a bright moon rose in the sky.

The bright moonlight fell, and the river water sparkled.

The cruise ship had left the shore and was sailing along the river.

The hall on the first floor began to become lively.

The scholars gathered there, chatting eloquently.

On the stage, the artists invited from the Kyoto brothel were dancing gracefully, and waves of melodious piano music floated in the hall.

In the room.

Xiaodie, who was pinched comfortably by Luo Qingzhou, fell asleep tiredly without knowing when.

After five consecutive days of bumpy carriages, the little girl was almost exhausted.

Xia Chan still held the sword and stood motionless in front of the window.

The white moonlight fell in from the window, and her pretty face was still as cold as ice, but there was a hint of softness between her eyebrows.

Luo Qingzhou got off the bed, put on his shoes, walked silently behind her, stood quietly for a while, then stretched out his arms and gently hugged her slender legs from behind.

Xia Chan's body trembled and she clenched the sword in her hand.

Luo Qingzhou pressed his whole body against her back, buried his cheek in her soft hair, and smelled her charming hair fragrance.

Xia Chan's body was stiff, and the sword in her hand trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou whispered: "Chanchan, even if you draw your sword to kill me, I have to say something to you, you... smell so good."

Xia Chan's hand holding the hilt trembled, and she whispered: "Release... Release..."

Luo Qingzhou did not let go, but hugged her tighter.

Suddenly, he picked her up horizontally, walked over, put her on the bed, and lay down with Xiaodie.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, lying there, looking at him with wide eyes, her pretty face burning, and trembling: "Don't..."

"What don't?"

Luo Qingzhou asked, suddenly turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

Then he closed the door and left quickly.

Xia Chan lay there quietly, staring at the door in a daze, with a look of confusion on her face.

"Squeak..."

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A head suddenly poked in from outside, opened his eyes wide, looked at the bed, and then looked at other places in the room.

Then, another head poked in from under the first head, also looking at the bed and other places in the room.

"Madam, it seems that only Chanchan and Xiaodie are on the bed, and the son-in-law didn't sneak in."

"I saw it."

"Should we wake them up?"

"Let them sleep. When they have had enough sleep, they won't have to sleep together at night."

"Madam, you are wise."

"Hehe."

"Madam, there are women from the brothel dancing in the hall on the first floor. It's so lively. Should we go and have a look?"

"No! A bunch of slutty women with rouge and powder, twisting their buttocks and moons to flirt, it's disgusting to watch. What's so good about it?"

"Madam, but the son-in-law must have gone."

Song Ruyue's face suddenly changed, and she stood up straight and said hurriedly: "Let's go! Let's have a look!"

After that, she hurried out immediately.

Bai Ling held back her laughter and followed behind.

The two of them hurried downstairs one after the other.

As soon as they reached the first floor, they heard a woman on the stage singing in a gentle voice: "People have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs, this matter has been difficult to achieve since ancient times..."

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment, then her face changed, and her steps became more urgent.

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