My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 47 Girl Dances Sword

  In the small courtyard, the sun is shining brightly.

  Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress, standing pretty in the small courtyard, holding a small black leather whip in his hand, looking at him seriously.

  Under the eaves not far away, next to the exquisitely carved window lattice, Xia Chan held the sword, as cold as ice and snow, and looked at him with the same cold eyes.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them as well.

   "Grandpa, do you know your mistake?"

  Bai Ling snorted coldly, spoke suddenly, and shook the small leather whip in his hand.

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

  Bai Ling raised his eyebrows and said: "I don't know? My lord knows that that person humiliated my Qin family, humiliated my young lady, repented of the marriage and quit the marriage. He is extremely hateful. Why did you bring him here to make my young lady angry?"

Luo Qingzhou calmly replied: "First, I can't refuse. Steward Zhou and you didn't refuse either, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come here. Second, I know Miss Xia Chan won't let him in, and I know that he can't see him. To Missy. The third..."

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

   "Third, I want to breathe a sigh of relief."

  Luo Qingzhou said calmly.

  Bai Ling was stunned: "Take a breath?"

   Immediately, his expression changed, as if he understood something, and he said again: "Then, did you say that?"

  Luo Qingzhou bowed his head to the cold girl under the eaves and cupped his hands: "There are some. Thank you, Miss Xia Chan, for letting me see his frustration for the first time, and let me know that he will also be timid."

  The girl under the eaves gave a cold "hum" and turned away her pretty face.

  The seriousness on Bai Ling's face disappeared, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Grandpa, will you be timid then? Who are you afraid of? Chanchan or Miss? Or, me?"

  Luo Qingzhou didn't answer, but cupped his hands: "If Miss Bailing is fine, then I'll go back to study."

   Bai Ling smiled and said: "Master, you haven't thanked Chanchan yet. Chanchan vented your anger for you, is it enough for you to just say thank you?"

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

   But the girl didn't know when, but she was no longer there.

   Sure enough, there is no sound when you come, and no sound when you go.

  Bai Ling rolled up the small leather whip in his hand and said: "Uncle, the lady is reading in the garden behind, go and say hello to the lady. You still have to accompany the lady tonight, so don't use it."

  When Luo Qingzhou heard the words, his heart moved slightly, reading?

  From the first meeting to the present, he has never seen that Miss Qin read a book, and every time he sees her, he is in a daze.

  Bai Ling led him through the corridor, around the house, and came to the back garden from the side passage.

   "Miss, my uncle is here."

  Luo Qingzhou followed behind and entered through the round door covered with green vines, when he suddenly heard the sound of practicing swords.

   He stared.

  In the gazebo in front, a girl in a white dress was sitting there quietly, looking at a book in her hand.

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

  The side face bathed in sunlight is flawless.

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

  The waist is like a willow, the skirt is like a flower, the long hair is dancing, and the figure is graceful.

  The early-blooming plum blossoms on both sides fell in pieces, 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.

   "Uncle..."

  While Luo Qingzhou was watching silently, Bai Ling suddenly leaned in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Chanchan is either happy or angry when she dances the sword. Guess why she is doing this time?"

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her for a while, ignored her, walked outside the gazebo, through the scarlet railing, bowed his head and cupped his hands to the girl in the pavilion, and called softly: "Miss."

  Qin Jianjia paused for a while, then Fang raised his head slightly, looking at him peacefully.

  Looked at it for a while, then nodded slightly, then lowered his head again, and continued reading.

   Still didn't speak.

   But this time, there was finally some response.

  Luo Qingzhou was about to say goodbye.

   Bai Ling hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Grandpa, Chanchan is dancing the sword, you can leave after watching. Otherwise, Chanchan will feel that you don't give her face, and will be angry."

  Luo Qingzhou took another look at the icy and graceful figure in the courtyard, ignored her, and walked straight towards the round door.

   He will never believe the words of this Bai Ling girl.

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

   "Shua! Shua! Shua!"

   Just as he was walking towards the round gate, the sword suddenly turned sharp!

  The sword wind swish, the sword light filled the garden, and it rang in his ears like a gust of wind and rain.

  At the same time, a chill hit.

  In an instant, he felt a chill down his spine and an itchy neck.

  He froze in his footsteps, and stood where he was, without moving again.

  But the chill still locked on him, making him involuntarily, the hairs all over his body stand on his head.

  He froze on the spot for a few seconds, Fang slowly turned his head, and looked at the beautiful figure in the courtyard with a flowing skirt and dancing blue hair.

  The petals are like rain, and the pretty face is covered with frost.

  The sword in the girl's hand suddenly slowed down again, and the sword light shining all over the garden gradually faded away.

  Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt the chill covering his whole body, and at some point, he disappeared quietly.

  Everything is back to normal.

  It seems that everything just encountered is just an illusion.

  He was startled, but still stood where he was, looking at that slender and cold figure, motionless.

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

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

Bai Ling also looked over, and said in a low voice: "My lord, is it good-looking? If my lord thinks it looks good, I will go to the young lady and ask this little girl to go to be my aunt's housekeeper, okay? "

  Luo Qingzhou still ignored her.

   After a while, the icy figure dancing sword among the petals finally stopped.

   "Zheng!"

  The sword returns to its sheath.

   The girl looked at it with cold eyes.

  Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

   Bai Ling hurriedly shouted from behind: "Grandpa, you just said that Chanchan was so good when she danced the sword. Is it true? Is it me?"

   "..."

  Luo Qingzhou quickly walked out of the courtyard gate, and soon disappeared.

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

   Bailing smiled authentically.

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

"By the way, Chanchan, my uncle just said that your **** are smaller than mine. Who made you shy and wrapped them so tightly on purpose, yours are obviously bigger than mine. Next time you see my uncle, you have to take the initiative to defend yourself. , so as not to misunderstand my uncle."

  Braun continued to tease.

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

  The girl sitting in the gazebo reading a book, seemed to turn a blind eye to the bustle outside the pavilion, still lowered her head, reading the book quietly.

  The wind in the morning is very naughty.

   Passing by the girl's ears, blowing her hair, with the fragrance of flowers blooming on the branches, gracefully spinning and dancing in the garden.

  Luo Qingzhou returned to the courtyard and closed the door.

  Then entered the room, took out the mirror of the sun and the moon 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 strengthened his determination to practice.

  In this era, the gap in identity comes from birth, which is difficult to change.

  Even someone Yuan who used to have power in the government and the public, because he is a bastard, can't even enroll his mother in the family grave.

   But its own strength can be changed.

  The weak obey the rules.

  The strong can make rules.

   Therefore, he must become stronger!

  (end of this chapter)