Chapter 18

The next day.

It was just dawn.

Luo Qingzhou got up early with Xiaodie's help.

After washing up, he waited outside the courtyard.

Not long after.

Bailing, wearing a pink floral dress, came in like a butterfly picking dew in the morning, with a light figure.

"Young Master got up so early."

The pretty girl showed two sweet dimples on her face. After greeting Luo Qingzhou, she looked at Xiaodie behind him and said with a smile: "Xiaodie, did Young Master sleep well last night?"

Xiaodie lowered her head and said with a red face: "Yeah."

The young master held her feet and slept so soundly last night that she didn't dare to move. Her feet were numb when she got up in the morning.

Bailing's eyes flashed, and she said with a smile without saying anything more: "Let's go, the young lady is waiting."

The master and servant immediately followed her.

Luo Qingzhou's heart began to be nervous and expectant again.

It was as if he was meeting the girl for the first time.

Bailing led the two through the corridor, around several rockeries on the flowerbed, and entered a round door before stopping outside a courtyard.

As soon as Luo Qingzhou stood still, he suddenly felt a familiar chill.

He looked up and saw a beautiful and cold figure appearing at the door.

She was wearing a light green dress, with long black hair hanging down between her waist, and her waist was slender and graceful. She held her chest with her arms, holding a sword in her arms, and her pretty face was as cold as ice.

Those dark and cold eyes were staring at him coldly.

It was the girl named Xia Chan.

Luo Qingzhou only took a glance and immediately looked away.

Bailing said that he could not look at this girl.

Although he had not seen the girl's swordsmanship with his own eyes, the sudden chill was real.

Every time he saw this girl, he felt a chill on his neck.

Judging from the girl's attitude towards him, it was obvious that she felt that her daughter was wronged by marrying him.

So she was very unhappy with him.

Luo Qingzhou could understand her feelings very well.

If it was him, he would also be unhappy.

After all, with the peerless appearance and grace of Miss Qin, how many men in the world could match her? Not to mention him, a worthless bastard of the Luo family.

He knew his own limitations.

So, he tried not to provoke her.

"Son-in-law, Xia Chan is looking at you, why don't you look at her? Isn't she pretty enough?"

Bailing, who was watching the fun, asked with a smile.

Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear, turned around, looked at the scenery in the distance and said: "Xiaodie, look, the weather is good today."

Xiaodie next to him had to bow her head and said: "Yeah, it's good."

Bai Ling laughed and deliberately agreed: "Yeah, it's good. Son-in-law likes to look at the weather, but not at Xia Chan? As expected, Xia Chan is not pretty enough."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

At this time, a figure walked out of the door.

Bai Ling put away her smile and stepped forward to stand respectfully.

Xia Chan also put down her arms, holding the sword in her hand, her pretty face was still as cold as ice.

Luo Qingzhou turned around and looked at the person who walked out. He couldn't help but reveal a touch of surprise in his eyes again, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Miss."

Xiaodie also hurriedly bowed her head and said: "Miss."

Qin Jianjia was still wearing a plain white dress, and there was no decoration on her beautiful cheeks, but she was flawless.

The rising sun fell on her body, as if she was coated with a layer of holy light.

Beautiful as a dream.

Even though they were so close, Luo Qingzhou felt that the girl in front of him was ethereal and dreamy, not like a woman from the human world.

She glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, and walked towards the path ahead.

Bailing and Xia Chan followed behind him on the left and right.

Luo Qingzhou came to his senses and hurriedly followed with Xiaodie.

Qin Wenzheng had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

In the courtyard outside, several loads of gifts for the return visit had been prepared.

But the courtyard was empty, without any servants.

Luo Qingzhou followed Miss Qin into the hall, bowed his head and bowed, and called "Father" to the middle-aged man in the hall.

Qin Wenzheng nodded, looked at the two people, and seemed to want to give them a few words of advice, but in the end he only said "Go early and come back early", and waved his hand to let them leave.

The two left the hall.

Luo Qingzhou stopped and fell back a few steps.

After Bailing and Xia Chan followed Miss Qin, he followed with Xiaodie.

The few of them followed the clean bluestone path out of the courtyard.

Then they walked out of the Qin Mansion directly from the main gate.

There was a beautifully decorated carriage parked at the door outside the mansion.

The driver was a burly woman wearing a straw hat and a black suit.

When Qin Jianjia walked down the steps, the burly woman had already bent over and opened the curtain and put a low stool on the ground.

After Qin Jianjia got on the carriage, the burly woman still opened the curtain.

But no one else got on the carriage.

"Are there others?"

When Luo Qingzhou was wondering in his heart, he suddenly found that everyone's eyes were looking at him.

The burly woman said with a wooden face: "Son-in-law, it's time to get on the car."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, thinking that he must have heard it wrong. This burly woman asked him to get on the car and sit with Miss Qin?

Bai Ling on the side laughed and said, "Son-in-law, go up. This is the rule. You can't walk when you return home."

Luo Qingzhou was sure that he had heard it right.

But...

The chill and murderous aura on the side were so strong.

He turned his head to look at the cold girl next to him, and without hesitation, he immediately stepped forward and stepped on the stool.

He entered the carriage and sat down in the corner opposite Miss Qin.

He lowered his head and looked at his feet.

Qin Jianjia looked at him indifferently without speaking.

The carriage began to move.

The carriage was very quiet.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of the girl, like a snow lotus blooming in the snow, pure and charming.

Luo Qingzhou's heart was rippling, and his eyes secretly moved forward on the ground, looking at the snow-white skirt in front and the slender feet looming under the skirt, and he couldn't help but think of the lingering night again.

The carriage quickly drove to the bustling street.

The sound of hawkers shouting came from outside the window.

But there was no sound in the carriage.

Luo Qingzhou secretly hoped that this road would be as long as possible.

Although it was stressful to be with this girl, he also felt particularly peaceful and satisfied.

While he was still secretly looking at the skirt on the ground and thinking about it, the door curtain suddenly moved, and a figure walked in with a cold wind.

Then, she sat down opposite him, holding her chest with her arms, holding a sword in her arms, her pretty face was like frost, and her eyes stared at him coldly.

One sword to kill the throat, named Xia Chan.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, lowered his head, looked at his toes, and then closed his eyes again, pretending to close his eyes and rest.

The carriage was bumpy.

The carriage was silent.

The neck was cold.

Luo Qingzhou seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

This road suddenly felt so far.

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