Chapter 47

The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard.

Bailing was standing in the courtyard in a pink dress, holding a small black whip in her hand, looking at him seriously.

Under the eaves not far away, next to the exquisitely carved window lattice, Xia Chan was holding a sword, as cold as ice, and looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them.

"Son-in-law, do you know your mistake?"

Bailing snorted coldly, suddenly spoke, and shook the small whip in her hand.

Luo Qingzhou stood still: "I don't know."

Bai Ling raised an eyebrow and said: "I don't know? My son-in-law knew that the man had humiliated my Qin Mansion and my young lady, and broke off the engagement. He was extremely hateful. Why did he bring him here and make my young lady angry?"

Luo Qingzhou replied calmly: "First, I couldn't refuse. Steward Zhou and you didn't refuse either, otherwise he wouldn't be here. Second, I knew Miss Xia Chan wouldn't let him in, and I knew he couldn't see the eldest lady. Third..."

Bai Ling's eyes moved: "What's the third?"

"Third, I want to vent."

Luo Qingzhou said calmly.

Bailing was stunned: "Breathe out?"

Then his expression changed, as if he understood something, and he asked: "Did the son-in-law vent his anger?"

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and saluted to the cold girl under the eaves: "A little. Thank you Miss Xia Chan, I saw him frustrated for the first time, and I also knew that he would be timid."

The girl under the eaves snorted coldly and turned her pretty face away.

The seriousness on Bailing's face disappeared, and she suddenly smiled: "Son-in-law, will you be timid? Who are you afraid of? Chanchan or the lady? Or, me?"

Luo Qingzhou did not answer, but saluted: "If Miss Bailing is okay, then I will go back to study."

Bailing smiled and said: "Son-in-law, you haven't thanked Chanchan yet. Chanchan helped you vent your anger, and you just said thank you, is that enough?"

Luo Qingzhou raised his head, glanced at her, and then looked at the girl under the eaves window.

But the girl was no longer there at some point.

It really came without a sound, and left without a sound.

Bailing rolled up the whip in her hand and said, "Sir, the young lady is reading in the garden behind. Go and greet her. You have to accompany the lady tonight, so you don't have to come."

Luo Qingzhou's heart moved slightly when he heard this. Reading?

From the first time they met until now, he has never seen the young lady Qin reading. Every time he saw her, she was in a daze.

Bailing took him through the corridor, around the house, and came to the back garden from the side passage.

"Miss, the young lady is here."

Luo Qingzhou followed behind and entered through the round door covered with green vines. Suddenly, he heard the sound of sword practice.

He looked at it intently.

In the pavilion in front, a girl in a white dress sat there quietly, reading a book in her hand.

The bright sunlight was cut into pieces by the branches and leaves outside the pavilion, and fell on her black hair like a waterfall, dotted with stars, gently jumping in the breeze, like a naughty elf.

The side face bathed in the sun was flawless.

In the open space outside the pavilion, a pretty girl in a green dress was holding a sword and dancing fiercely in the sun.

She was as slender as a willow, her skirt was like a flower, her long hair was dancing, and her figure was graceful.

The plum blossoms that had bloomed early on both sides fell one by one, swirling around her slender and light body, as if they were playing and dancing with her.

Those dark and bright eyes were still as cold as winter.

"Son-in-law..."

When Luo Qingzhou was watching silently, Bailing suddenly came to him and whispered: "Chanchan dances with a sword, either happy or angry, guess why she is this time?"

Luo Qingzhou watched for a while, ignored her, walked outside the pavilion, and bowed to the girl in the pavilion across the vermilion railings, and whispered: "Miss."

Qin Jianjia paused for a while, then raised her head slightly, looking at him calmly.

After watching for a while, he nodded slightly, lowered his head and continued to read.

Still no words.

But this time, there was finally some response.

Luo Qingzhou was ready to leave.

Bailing hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Son-in-law, Chanchan is dancing with a sword, you should watch it before leaving. Otherwise, Chanchan will think you don't give her face and will be angry."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the cold figure in the courtyard, who was as graceful as a startled swan, ignored her, and walked straight towards the round gate.

He would not believe the words of this Miss Bailing at all.

If he really stood here and peeked, it was estimated that the sword that was playing with flowers would come to play with his life later.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

As he walked towards the round gate, the sword suddenly became faster!

The sword wind swish, the sword light filled the garden, and sounded in his ears like a violent storm.

At the same time, a chill came.

Instantly, he felt a chill on his back and an itch on his neck.

His footsteps froze, and he stood still without moving.

But the chill still locked onto him, causing his hair to stand on end.

He froze for a few seconds before slowly turning his head to look at the beautiful figure in the courtyard with flowing skirts and dancing black hair.

Petals fell like rain, and her pretty face was frosty.

The sword in the girl's hand suddenly slowed down, and the sword light that illuminated the whole garden gradually faded away.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt the chill that enveloped his whole body, and he didn't know when it disappeared quietly.

Everything returned to normal.

It seemed that everything he had just encountered was just an illusion.

He was stunned, still standing there, looking at the slender and cold figure, motionless.

Bai Ling came over, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Uncle, why don't you leave?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at the sword-dancing figure without squinting and ignored her.

Bai Ling also looked over and whispered: "Uncle, does it look good? If I think it looks good, I can go to the young lady and ask this little girl to go and be my wife's wife, okay?" "

Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.

After another moment, the cold figure dancing the sword among the petals finally stopped.

"Zheng!"

The sword is sheathed.

The girl looked at him with cold eyes.

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Bai Ling hurriedly shouted from behind: "Uncle, you just said that Chanchan was so cocky when she danced the sword. Is that true? Am I cocky?"

"..."

Luo Qingzhou quickly walked out of the courtyard and disappeared quickly.

"Chanchan, don't look at me like that. My uncle really said it just now. He said it secretly into my ear, and he almost bit my ear."

Bai Ling said with a smile.

Xia Chan held the sword and stood under the plum blossom tree handsomely, looking at her coldly.

"By the way, Chanchan, my uncle just said that you, Yue Xiong, Yue Xiong are smaller than me. Who makes you shy and wrap yourself up so tightly on purpose? Yours is obviously bigger than mine. Next time you see my uncle, you have to take the initiative. Please excuse me so that I don’t misunderstand.”

Bai Ling continued to tease.

Xia Chan held the sword in her arms, turned away, and looked away, her pretty face still as cold as ice.

The girl sitting in the pavilion reading a book seemed to turn a blind eye to the excitement outside the pavilion, still lowering her head and reading quietly.

The morning wind is particularly naughty.

It passed by the girl's ears, blew her hair, and carried the fragrance of the newly blooming flowers on the branches, spinning gracefully and dancing in the garden.

Luo Qingzhou returned to the small courtyard and closed the door.

Then he entered the house, took out the sun and moon mirror from under the bed, turned up the side with the sun carved on it, and placed it on the desk in front of the window, facing the sun.

Luo Yu's arrival today has strengthened his determination to practice.

In this era, the gap in status comes from origin and is difficult to change.

Even Yuan, who once had all the power in the country, could not even put his mother into the family grave because he was a concubine.

But one's own strength can be changed.

Weak people follow the rules.

And the strong can make the rules.

Therefore, he must become stronger!

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