Chapter 38

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

When Luo Qingzhou woke up, Xiaodie was drying clothes in the courtyard and humming softly.

The mood looks good.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but smile as he thought about the little love words the two of them hugged each other and said last night.

Thinking again of what Bai Ling said to him last night, his heart became calm.

Get up and dress, harvest fluids.

Xiaodie heard the noise outside the window and quickly came in to serve.

Finished washing.

Luo Qingzhou went out alone.

Just after leaving the small courtyard, Bai Ling just walked out of the front garden, holding a freshly picked flower in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

That pink dress lined up her graceful figure, coupled with her clear and sweet face, and she was holding a flower stained with crystal dew. Under the morning sun and breeze, her black hair was swaying and her skirt was fluttering. Like a person coming out of a painting.

"Uncle, you got up so late. Did you come back and cry all night last night?"

When Bai Ling saw him, he smiled coquettishly and started teasing.

Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes and said nothing.

"Uncle?"

Bai Ling blinked her smart eyes, stared at him for a long time, and asked doubtfully: "After listening to what I said last night, are you really not sad at all?"

Luo Qingzhou frowned and asked, "Is it useful to be sad?"

Bai Ling thought for a moment and shrugged: "It seems useless."

Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and walked forward.

Bai Ling followed, caught up with him, handed the freshly picked flowers in front of him and said, "Uncle, I will give it to the lady later."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her: "Will she want it?"

Bai Ling said: "Although the young lady won't want it, at least it's my uncle's wishes and the young lady will keep it in mind."

"Need not."

Luo Qingzhou didn't answer.

Now that we have made it clear last night, there is no need for these hypocritical things.

Keep it in mind for what?

What's the point?

"My uncle can give it to me later."

Bai Ling forced the flowers into his hand and said with a smile: "Give it to me in front of the lady and Chanchan. I will be very proud. Of course, the premise is that the lady doesn't want it."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her deeply, held the flowers, and said no more.

He could no longer see through the girl in front of him.

Bai Ling whispered again: "Uncle, I will go with the lady to serve tea to Madam later. No matter what Madam's attitude is, I must bear it. Do you understand?"

Luo Qingzhou said calmly: "I know."

Bai Ling looked at his calm expression, smiled, and said nothing more.

The two of them were thinking about things and didn't speak anymore.

After walking through the corridor and arriving at the entrance of the courtyard, Xia Chan was standing outside the door holding a sword, her pretty face as cold as ice.

When Luo Qingzhou appeared, she looked over with cold eyes.

First she glanced at the flowers in his hand, and then at him.

The whole person looked like an unsheathed sword.

Even if he stood there motionless, the coldness would hit him and send chills down his spine.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, his heart moved, he walked over and handed the flower in his hand to her: "Miss Xia Chan, this is for you."

There was sudden silence.

The air seemed to be frozen, and there was no sound of breathing.

"Uh-huh!"

A few seconds later, the sword flashed, and the cold was biting!

The flower in Luo Qingzhou's hand instantly broke into two halves and fell to the ground.

But the cold girl in front of her still had the sword in its scabbard, as if it had never been out of its scabbard.

At first, she was held in front of Yue Xiong, but now, she is placed on the side of her skirt.

That pretty face, which was even more beautiful than Bai Ling, became even colder at this moment.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hear what she was saying.

He felt his neck itching, threw away the remaining flower branches in his hand, backed away, and stood five meters away, not looking at her again.

Very strange.

Most of the time, he couldn't see what the two girls were thinking.

As for Miss Qin, he had never seen it.

Is it because they didn't think about it, or is it for other reasons?

Just as she was thinking about it, Miss Qin walked out of the room in a snow-white dress. Her face was still indifferent and no other emotions could be seen.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Miss."

Qin Jianjia glanced at him, still said nothing, and walked forward.

Bai Ling and Xia Chan followed behind, one on the left and the other on the right.

Luo Qingzhou also followed, without squinting.

Bai Ling deliberately lagged a few steps behind, glanced at him faintly, and whispered: "Uncle, have you fallen in love with me? They are obviously my flowers, how can you give them to Chanchan? She only knows how to kill people, but she can't appreciate flowers. .

Luo Qingzhou said expressionlessly: "You can only lie to others."

Bai Ling was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "Uncle, you have to speak with your conscience. How did I lie to you?"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her.

Bai Ling deliberately raised his voice and said: "Uncle, you just secretly sent flowers to Chan Chan, aren't you afraid that the lady will be angry? Do you want Chan Chan to be your little girl who is your first wife again?"

Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.

However, I clearly felt a chill coming from the front.

Bai Ling said a few more words.

He still kept his mouth closed and said nothing.

"My uncle is so boring."

Bai Ling muttered and stopped teasing him.

Several people walked through the garden, through the nine-curved corridor, through the pond and rockery, turned into a carved round door, and finally arrived at the backyard where Song Ruyue, the wife of Qin Mansion, lived.

The road was quiet and quiet, and the maid and servants were nowhere to be found.

The courtyard door was open, but there was no one to greet him.

Qin Jianjia led the three of them straight in and arrived at the hall.

Above the hall, there was a beautiful woman in a purple dress sitting there, her face solemn and full of majesty.

The two maids stood aside, hands lowered, holding their breath and concentrating.

Qin Jianjia walked over, but stood there quietly, still saying nothing.

Luo Qingzhou also walked up quickly, took the tea from the plate brought by the maid, knelt in front of the beautiful woman, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Mother, please drink tea."

The beautiful woman immediately snorted coldly, squinting and said, "Who is your mother? Am I that old?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned and looked up at her.

This woman's eyebrows and eyes are quite similar to Miss Qin's. She has a plump and graceful figure, white and delicate skin, and a pair of watery almond eyes. She is as beautiful as a flower and has a majestic aura. She looks to be only about thirty years old.

Isn't she Miss Qin's mother?

When I was stunned, the maid standing next to me suddenly shouted coldly: "Don't look around! Call me madam!"

Luo Qingzhou came to his senses, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Madam, please have tea."

The beautiful woman looked at him coldly, and after a moment, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and glared angrily: "Wei Mo praised you for your talent and talent, huh, in my opinion, you are nothing but gold and jade on the outside, but failure on the inside! You deceived my Wei Mo , can be deceived Can't stand me! Since you are married to my Jianjia, why do you want to seduce my Weimo? My Weimo is a simple and kind-hearted girl. You charmed her with your pitiful background and sweet words. Do you want us to be together? How brave!"

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

When I came here, I thought about making countless things difficult, but I never thought that this person would use Miss Qin to make trouble.

However, his relationship with Second Miss Qin was innocent, he had a clear conscience, and he was not afraid of what she said.

He was neither humble nor arrogant, bowed his head and replied respectfully: "Junior and Second Young Lady have only met twice, both times with maids and other people present. The first time, Second Brother was present, and the second time, Miss Meng and Miss Song were present. Who is Junior? Madam, you can ask them about your words and deeds."

"presumptuous!"

Song Ruyue suddenly slapped the coffee table next to her and said angrily: "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said respectfully, "Junior is just explaining."

Bai Ling hurriedly came over and whispered: "Uncle, please admit your mistake to Madam."

Luo Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the domineering and beautiful woman in front of him.

Suddenly I heard what she was thinking: [This boy is indeed as Wei Mo said, not like those ordinary scholars. If it were those other people, they would have shivered with fear and knelt down to kowtow... A humble concubine, who was married into a wife, was so calm and calm in front of me, neither humble nor overbearing. It seemed that he did have some ability. But... this kid is staring at me like this, he is neither big nor small, it is really annoying... Although this little guy looks more and more handsome...]

Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "This junior is rude."

He certainly wasn't apologizing for the strong mouth.

Song Ruyue snorted coldly and said with a stern face: "Weimo praised you for reading a lot of books and writing good poems. Although he may have exaggerated just to comfort me. But you are indeed a scholar, and you hide in the house and work hard all day." I must have some skills in reading. I will take the test today. If you answer the test well, I will forget about your disobedience to me just now. If you cannot answer the question, then from today on, you will go to my back garden to plant flowers for me and become a flower gardener. People! I will never raise useless useless people in my Qin Mansion!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire hall fell into silence.

At the same time, in the side hall covered by a bead curtain, a maid was supporting a delicate figure, quietly hiding behind the door and eavesdropping.

Those beautiful eyes could vaguely see the figure in the hall through the bead curtain.

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