Chapter 262

"Swoosh!"

The duel begins.

"Uh..."

The duel ends.

Luo Qingzhou just started to move, and before he could throw his fist, the sharp tip of the sword had already touched his neck.

A hint of coldness, chilling the skin.

"Restart!"

He put away his fist and stepped back a few steps.

Then he bent his body, clenched his fist again, stared at the figure in front of him, and said: "Start!"

As soon as the words fell, he rushed out like a sharp arrow with a "swoosh" sound!

But the figure in front had disappeared.

The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp tip of the sword had already touched his skin.

He froze in place, and his raised fist fell down weakly.

"Come again!"

"..."

The side of his neck felt cold, and the tip of the sword was against it again...

Luo Qingzhou finally couldn't help but said, "Chanchan, can you be a little slower? At least, let me punch out once first, right?"

Xia Chan put away her sword and said coldly, "You are too slow."

Luo Qingzhou said dejectedly, "I admit that I am slow. But can you let me, let me punch out a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable."

"Huh."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she didn't mean to give in at all.

Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated again, put away his fist, went over to pick up the sword, and went back to the house and said, "I won't play with you anymore, it's boring."

Xia Chan stood in the courtyard, looking at his back, paused, and suddenly said, "I will let you."

Luo Qingzhou walked to the eaves, turned his head and looked at her and said, "Let me not play with you either."

After that, he went into the house.

The sword was sheathed and put into the storage bag.

Then, he entered the study and closed the door.

The room became quiet.

The courtyard was also silent.

The breeze blew, and petals flew from the peach tree.

The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there blankly for a long time, then lowered her head, put the sword into the sheath, and turned to leave.

Just after taking two steps, the window of the study suddenly opened.

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, can you grind ink?"

Xia Chan paused, was stunned, turned her head, and was about to shake her head, Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write something, no one helps to grind ink, I can't handle it alone. If you can, come in and help me."

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Come in quickly."

Luo Qingzhou shouted.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house.

She stopped at the door of the study.

She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again.

"Squeak..."

The door opened.

Luo Qingzhou appeared inside and said, "Take off your shoes and come in. What are you waiting for?"

Xia Chan glanced at him, then at the spotless snow-white carpet in the study, and the furnishings full of the scent of books. She lowered her head slightly and hesitated, "I... I, I won't go in... Ah!"

Before she finished speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, picked up one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot in snow-white silk stockings.

"You..."

"What do you mean you? It's not like my son-in-law didn't help you take them off under the bridge that night."

Luo Qingzhou took it for granted, picked up her other foot, and helped her take off her shoes.

Then he pulled her in without saying anything.

Then he closed the door.

Xia Chan stood at the door, holding the sword tightly in her hand, with two light blushes on her pretty face. She bit her pink lips and wanted to fight back and cover up with a cold look, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the desk in front of the window, sat down with his back to her, and urged: "Come on, I want to write."

"Oh..."

Xia Chan was immediately discouraged, and walked over carefully with her slender feet.

Looking at the books on the bookshelf, the incense and hand warmer on the desk, smelling the smell of ink, feeling the smell of books in this space, and then looking at the elegant figure in Confucian robes sitting in front of the desk, her inferiority complex suddenly became stronger.

Walking to the desk, looking at the inkstone and ink block representing the literati and talented women, she was at a loss and panicked.

She had never touched these things before and didn't know what to do at all.

Luo Qingzhou reached out and picked up the ink block, brought the inkstone in front of him, and gently ground it in it, while lowering his head and saying: "Look, if you grind it slowly like this, you will soon grind out a lot of juice. Don't stop, make the juice even, not too thick or too thin, and add water appropriately..."

A faint scent of ink suddenly came to my nose.

Xia Chan lowered her head, said "Oh" in inferiority, hesitated for a moment, and put the sword in her hand on the windowsill next to her.

Luo Qingzhou put down the ink block, pushed the inkstone in front of her, and said: "Sit down and grind it. Take your time first. Don't rush. You will be proficient in a while."

Xia Chan did not sit down, but stood by, reached out and carefully picked up the ink block, and began to grind it slowly in the inkstone.

At first, she was very unfamiliar and nervous, but slowly, she became proficient.

"Yes, just like that, continue."

Luo Qingzhou praised, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and began to continue writing the unfinished "Sima Bingfa"

The brush strokes were gentle and the ink flowed freely, like flowing clouds and running water.

In a short while, he had written a long and fluent article.

Xia Chan silently studied the ink while peeking, her eyes wandering, and the coldness on her pretty face had become extremely soft before she knew it, and it seemed that she didn't even notice it.

The room was filled with heat and smoke, making it extremely warm.

The drip under the eaves was dripping with water.

Time passed silently.

An afternoon passed quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it was already evening.

The ink stick in Xia Chan's hand was almost gone, and her white little hands were already covered with black ink.

Luo Qingzhou finished writing "The Art of War of Sima" and two more chapters of "The Story of the Three Kingdoms" before he stopped writing.

He put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up at her and said, "Are you tired? You've been grinding for so long."

Xia Chan shook her head, her dark eyes glanced at the rice paper in front of him with several pages of densely written small words, and whispered: "You are the only one who is tired."

Luo Qingzhou smiled slightly, lowered his head to dry the ink, and carefully rolled up the rice paper.

Then he stood up and said: "Chanchan, I remember I promised you last time that after the task is completed that night, I will take you to eat delicious food. Do you remember? Let's go tonight, okay?"

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Okay."

She suddenly remembered something, put down the ink stick in her hand, picked up her sword from the window sill with her other clean hand, and said, "I'll go back."

After saying that, he turned around and left the room.

After putting on her shoes at the door, she walked out quickly.

Luo Qingzhou thought for a moment, then quickly walked to the window, stuck his head out and shouted: "Chanchan, just the two of us can go, don't tell Bai Ling."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Chan suddenly stopped under the eaves.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and followed her gaze. Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, a pink girl in a pink skirt was standing there pretty, holding a freshly picked peach blossom in her hand. eyes were looking at him.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The girl under the tree suddenly started crying. She rubbed her eyes with her little fists, turned around and ran out of the courtyard. As she ran, she cried: "Don't ignore me anymore, wuwu..."

Xia Chan turned her head and looked at the window.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Xia Chan held the sword and left quickly.

Luo Qingzhou was embarrassed in front of the window for a while, then picked up the rice paper on the table and put it into a storage bag.

Then he washed his hands and went out.

Xia Chan returned to Lingchan Moon Palace, entered the room, walked to the closet, and took out the money bag from the inside.

She first took some broken silver from her purse.

After thinking about it, I took some more.

He hesitated for a while.

Then, he put the entire money bag on his body.

When Luo Qingzhou came to Lingchan Moon Palace, Bai Ling was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, pouting, tearing off petals in his hands, tearing off a piece, and said: "Smelly uncle..."

He tore another piece and said again: "Bad uncle..."

"Smelly uncle, bad uncle, smelly uncle, bad uncle..."

Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and watched for a while, then walked in and apologized: "Bailing, I was wrong. I actually didn't mean that..."

"Smelly uncle! Bad uncle! Sexy uncle! Liar uncle!"

Bai Ling suddenly stood up, quickly tore off the petals, then turned around and continued to rub his eyes with his little fists, and ran into the house with a "wuwuwu" sound.

When Luo Qingzhou followed, she had already ran into the room and closed the door.

In the room, the sound of crying "woo woo woo" came, full of grievances.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to raise his hand and knock on the door. Just after knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.

It turned out that the door was not locked, but only ajar.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, opened the door, walked in, closed the door again, and then apologized and explained: "Bailing, I shouldn't have said that just now, but I really didn't mean what you thought. Xia Chan helped last time My uncle, my uncle promised at that time to take her out. Eat delicious food. I know that you must stay alone to watch the eldest lady, so I asked Xia Chan not to tell you, mainly because I was afraid that you would be angry after hearing this. In fact, I thought that I would wait until next time. How about I take you out alone, tomorrow?"

"Ugh..."

Bai Ling was still lying on the bed, crying very sadly.

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to walk over and say, "Bailing, don't cry. How about we all go out together later? Will the eldest lady go out too?"

Bai Ling immediately said: "Young lady will not go out! Ugh..."

Luo Qingzhou sat down on the edge of the bed, caressing her raised buttocks and said, "Bailing..."

"ah!"

Bailing suddenly exclaimed, turned over hurriedly, covered his butt, opened his eyes wide, looked at him with a frightened face and said: "Uncle, you... why are you touching my butt?"

Luo Qingzhou saw that she was not crying at all, and her eyes were not even red. He couldn't help but said in a funny and angry voice, "What are you talking about? I want to be jealous of you."

Bai Ling: "..."

The room is full of pink, covered by curtains, and has a delicate fragrance.

A man and a woman were sitting on the edge of a soft bed, looking at each other in an ambiguous atmosphere.

Bai Ling felt a little panicked and immediately stood up to run away. Luo Qingzhou hugged her Xianyue Yao, caught her back, and sat her on his lap.

"Uncle, don't... don't be shy... um..."

Luo Qingzhou stopped her mouth.

Bai Ling sat in his arms, twisting and struggling, with an expression begging for mercy, and her arms slowly hugged his neck...

The kiss lasted for a long time before it stopped.

Luo Qingzhou let go of her mouth and said, "What are you doing?"

Bailing's face flushed, and she looked at him with blurred eyes and said, "No... don't shiver..."

Luo Qingzhou was as stiff as iron, his hand slid down along her slender waist, and just as he was about to put it into her pink skirt, he suddenly looked at the door.

At some point, the door had been opened quietly, and Xia Chan was standing there, silent.

Luo Qingzhou's hand froze and he hurriedly took it away.

"Xia Chan is here..."

He whispered.

The girl in his arms finally woke up, turned her head, looked at the door, and quietly took it out of his clothes.

Then she suddenly jumped off his lap, clenched her fists, rubbed her eyes and started to whine, complaining aggrievedly: "Chanchan, Chanchan, my uncle...he was cowardly to me again, whine...Luckily I would rather die than surrender, and didn't let him succeed, whine..."

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