Chapter 177

In the evening, the setting sun is slightly drunk.

Listen to the rain in the garden on a moonlit night.

The sky is filled with red clouds, and the green leaves and red lotus roots in the lake are sparkling.

On the Moon Tower in the middle of the lake.

Luo Qingzhou's out-of-body soul was bathing in the sunset, sitting cross-legged on the roof of the building, closing his eyes and concentrating, practicing the soul cultivation method taught to him by Senior Yue last night.

The evening breeze blows gently and softly.

The rays of light entered his body, as if injecting a layer of brilliant light into his soul.

The whole soul felt warm, as if swimming in a warm lake.

Wisps of strange light began to flow back and forth from the top of his head to the soles of his feet as he practiced.

Time passed quietly.

On a moonlit night, there is no sound in the rain garden.

Unconsciously, the setting sun has quietly disappeared into the distant green mountains.

Night fell, darkening the entire garden.

Immediately, another bright moon rose.

The bright moonlight fell down and fell quietly into the lake. The night wind blew by, the mist curled up, and a pool of clear water sparkled.

When Luo Qingzhou woke up, the sky was filled with stars.

He stood up, feeling like he still had something to say. His whole soul seemed to become lighter, and his vision seemed to see farther and clearer.

After another breath of gentle moonlight on the roof, he drifted down and fell into the bamboo forest, returning to his soul.

When returning to the small courtyard.

Xiaodie is heating food in the kitchen.

The weather is cold, and the food served from the kitchen has already become cold.

The master and the servant had dinner and took their clothes. Taking advantage of the darkness, they secretly took Mo Mo Mo to take a bath in the lake.

"Sir, in the afternoon, my servant and Sister Xiaotao made the bellyband you mentioned. I will go back later. Do you want to take a look, sir?"

"What kind?"

"It's the kind...the kind that only covers the belly, but not the belly, and the middle of the belly is still exposed..."

"...Xiaodie, I am a serious scholar. For such shameful things..."

"Young Master, forget it if you don't look at it."

"……look."

The master and the servant quickly took a bath and went ashore to go home.

Return to the room.

After reading it, Luo Qingzhou sincerely gave some suggestions: "Actually, this kind of thing can be thinner, more transparent, and made of less cloth... Diligence and frugality are the virtues of running a house."

Little girl: "..."

Luo Qingzhou returned to the room and changed his clothes.

Then he went out and went to Lingchan Moon Palace, preparing to pay his respects to Miss Qin.

When you come to the door.

Bai Ling was leaning in front of the door waiting for him. When he saw him coming, he quickly said: "Uncle, the eldest lady has gone to the second lady's place and will probably come back later. I won't come to say hello tonight."

Luo Qingzhou was a little curious when he heard this: "Bailing, if the eldest lady and the second lady are together, will they have anything to say?"

Bai Ling thought for a moment and said, "It seems not."

Luo Qingzhou shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. He glanced towards the courtyard and said, "Is Miss Xia Chan here?"

Bai Ling turned his head and looked inside and said, "Chanchan is practicing swordsmanship in the garden behind. She has been practicing since evening. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, I won't bother her anymore."

Bai Ling turned to look at him and said, "Do you already know why Chanchan suddenly went out alone last night?"

Luo Qingzhou fell silent and did not answer.

Bai Ling looked at him and said nothing.

The air suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Luo Qingzhou suddenly approached her, reached out and held her little hand, and said directly: "Bailing, if one day, I choose to separate from the eldest lady..."

"Uncle."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Ling interrupted him softly, looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, then suddenly took a step closer, lowered his head, and leaned meekly in his arms, with her pretty pink cheek pressed against his chest. He looked at his chest and whispered: "No matter who my uncle chooses in the future, in Bai Ling's heart, my uncle will always be the best. Bai Ling will not blame my uncle."

After a pause, she murmured in a low voice: "Chanchan doesn't know how to..."

Luo Qingzhou looked down at her pretty little face, and his heart suddenly felt soft.

This was the first time she took the initiative to lean into his arms.

He stretched out his arm and hugged her gently, and held her tender little hand in his palm with his other hand, caressing Mo Mo gently, and said softly: "Brark, what I'm asking is, if we really get there, One day, will you..."

"Won't."

Bai Ling raised his other arm and hugged him, her cheek still pressed against his chest, and whispered: "Uncle, Bai Ling will not follow you. Bai Ling will always follow Miss, and will never follow you." Miss. Separated."

Luo Qingzhou fell silent.

The moonlight is like water, and the night is quiet.

The two of them just held hands, hugged each other, cuddled up, and stood quietly at the door of Lingchan Moon Palace for a long time.

Until, Luo Qingzhou's eyes suddenly saw the figure in the small courtyard.

Xia Chan held the sword and stood there, motionless. Her cheek was hidden in the shadow of the eaves. She couldn't see the expression on her face clearly. She didn't know how long she had been standing there.

Luo Qingzhou met her eyes and was stunned for a moment before letting go of the girl in his arms.

"Uncle, hold me for a little longer, I'll make you want to cry..."

Bai Ling opened her arms and hugged him actively, with a hint of crying.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the lonely figure in the small courtyard. After being silent for a while, Fang whispered, "Xia Chan is watching."

"Son-in-law! Don't! Don't hug me! You bully me again! You want to do something naughty to me! Wuuwuwu..."

Bai Ling's face suddenly changed. She twisted and struggled in his arms, whimpering.

Then she pushed him away fiercely and ran into the yard.

"Ah! Chanchan, when did you come? Why didn't you save me? Son-in-law just hugged me and wanted to do something naughty to me, wuuwuwu, fortunately I would rather die than surrender, and struggled desperately, so that son-in-law didn't succeed, wuuwuwu..."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the figure in the yard, didn't listen any more, and turned to leave.

It was a long time after he left.

The yard was quiet.

Bailing lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, and drew circles awkwardly with two fingers in front of her body, and said timidly: "Chanchan, don't be angry, I... I just..." Xia Chan looked at her coldly, and after a long silence, she said: "Bailing..." "Ah? Chanchan, what do you want to say? Do you want to forgive me?" Bailing quickly moved closer to her, held her little hands with both hands, and gently rubbed them on her face, with a flattering expression on her face. Xia Chan was silent for a while, and then whispered: "You, follow him... I, follow, Miss."

Bai Ling paused, then shook her head vigorously: "No, Chanchan, I won't. I said that I will always be a pure and tender flower, and I don't want to be dirty by my son-in-law. I want to follow Miss, and always follow Miss. You should leave with him. Neither Miss nor I welcome you, hum!"

Xia Chan lowered her head slightly, clenched the sword in her hand, and whispered: "But, I, the second Miss..."

Bai Ling fell silent.

Then suddenly hugged her, held her tightly in her arms, and said softly: "Chanchan, my good Chanchan... It's okay, Miss will definitely help you and the second Miss... Believe in Miss. Miss may have met a master recently, or a great opportunity, and her cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds."

Luo Qingzhou returned to the house and locked the door.

Then dripped the spiritual liquid, and the soul left the body.

First, he practiced the Soul and Soul Method on the bed for a while, and then practiced the Thunder Fist in the room for a while.

Wait until midnight.

He passed through the roof and left the mansion, running all the way, and floated straight to the Zhang family mansion.

He first observed the Zhang family mansion for a while, and after finding nothing unusual, he went to the mansions of the second and third masters of the Zhang family, and observed them one by one from a high position for a while, remembering the layout of the house and even the places where the guards and servants often appeared in his mind.

Then, he went to the Zhang family's dock, tea house, cloth shop and other places, and observed all the places where people could live one by one, and forcibly engraved all the information he saw in his vision in the depths of his mind.

In the early morning.

He rushed all the way back to the Qin Mansion.

At the alley in front of the Qin Mansion gate, he saw the lonely and thin figure again, standing there alone, in a daze.

The sword that rarely left her hand, I don't know where it went.

Luo Qingzhou floated in the air, searching carefully for a while, and then he saw that the sword was actually placed by her in the shadow under the corner of the wall next to him.

She stood there motionless with empty hands, looking blankly at the empty street, like a wandering soul without consciousness.

Luo Qingzhou flew into the mansion quickly with mixed feelings.

Back to the room, his soul returned to his body.

He walked out of the backyard, ran all the way, and directly climbed over the wall at the back door of the mansion, and then walked out of the alley quickly.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, he saw the cold figure from a distance.

He walked over quickly.

The moonlight was bright, falling on the bluestone slabs on the ground.

But she had been standing in that shadow, as if she was afraid to face this gentle light.

When Luo Qingzhou came closer, without concealing his footsteps, she turned her back to him, and suddenly moved, and picked up her sword from the corner of the wall next to her!

"Clang!"

A cold light flashed, and the sword was unsheathed!

Her slender body still stood in the shadow, but the sword in her hand was shining coldly under the moonlight!

Her eyes were as cold as a blade.

"Xia Chan!"

Luo Qingzhou spoke in time and stopped.

The sword that almost reached his throat suddenly stopped!

The girl held the sword in her backhand, her body stiffened, and slowly turned around to face him, looking at him with some surprise.

Then, she put away the sword.

With a "clang", the sword was sheathed.

She looked at him coldly, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly grabbed her little hand.

The girl paused, and the little hand he held seemed to tremble slightly, then turned her face and stared at him with cold eyes.

Just like when the two first met, she saw his eyes.

But now, Luo Qingzhou is not afraid of her.

He still held her cold little hand tightly, and looked into her cold eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly: "Silly girl, even if you want to help me kill someone, you shouldn't use yourself as bait like this. You are just waiting here like a fool. Do you think the killer is even more stupid than you?" The girl clenched the sword in her hand, staring at him with colder eyes. "Are you going to kill me?" Luo Qingzhou asked softly, and then suddenly approached her, stretching his neck and said: "Kill me, it's an honor to die under Miss Xia Chan's sword, to die in front of Miss Xia Chan, even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

"Kill him, kill the good brother-in-law who once jumped into the water to save you without hesitation, protected you under the bridge on a thundering night, and accompanied you in the flower garden on a cold night!"

"Kill him, and you can find someone else in the future!"

Luo Qingzhou leaned forward, tilted his neck, and almost stuck to her.

Looked a little arrogant.

The girl clenched the sword in her hand and looked at him coldly.

Silence for a moment.

She suddenly stretched out a slender finger and gently scratched his stretched neck...

As if it was killing him, let him get what he wanted.

"Kill him."

She whispered.

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