My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 77 Cheapskate

   "Grandpa, are you really not going in?"

  Ling Chan Moon Palace gate.

  Bai Ling was holding an umbrella, holding a freshly picked plum blossom in his hand, with a half-smile expression on his pretty face: "Young master, don't regret it."

   "I won't go in."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't say any more, and left.

   Just a story.

  With the character of that Miss Qin, it is impossible to like to listen to it.

  As for the girl Xia Chan who is as cold as frost and only knows how to dance swords and kill people, she doesn't even know how to listen.

  He will not waste time on unnecessary things.

  Go back to the courtyard.

  Look at the time, it's almost noon.

  He didn't go out to practice again, but went back to the room, took out the books about warriors and read them.

  The snowflakes outside the window stop and fall from time to time.

  Time passed quietly.

  Luo Qingzhou finished reading two books, raised his arms and stretched, looked outside, suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and his face changed.

  Under the snow-covered pear tree in the small courtyard outside, at some point, a figure stood strangely, motionless.

  Worn in a light green dress, slender and slim, with black hair reaching her waist, with arms folded over her chest, sword in her arms, sideways body, with a face as cold as ice.

  Snowflakes are falling slowly.

  The girl stood there sideways, looking away, like a sculpture, silent and motionless.

   When did you come?

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, stood up, and looked at the entrance of the courtyard again.

  The courtyard door is closed.

   Lark did not follow.

  She came alone?

  Why are you here?

  Luo Qingzhou suddenly remembered what Bai Ling had said to him when he came back.

   This girl wouldn't really come here to trouble him because he only told the story to the second lady, but not to her home lady?

  This heart is too...

  He looked back and walked out.

   "Miss Xia Chan, is there something wrong?"

  He walked under the pear tree, bowed his head and folded his hands, without squinting.

  The girl held her sword and looked away, her chin raised slightly: "Hmph!"

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

   What does hum mean?

   Having known each other for so long, he has never heard this girl say anything else.

  He had no choice but to raise his head and ask, "Is it because of the story of "The Romance of the West Chamber"? Miss Xia Chan wants me to tell the young miss as well?"

  The girl didn't reply, and finally looked at him with her cold eyes, and there was a cold light in the dark pupils.

  When Luo Qingzhou was trying to figure out what she really meant, she said in a cold voice, "Talk."

  Luo Qingzhou was stunned: "Talking about "The Romance of the West Chamber"? Now?"

  The girl looked at him coldly and didn't speak any more.

  When Luo Qingzhou was hesitating, a familiar chill suddenly enveloped his whole body.

  The sword that the girl was holding in her bosom had already dropped to her waist at some point.

  His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly cupped his hands and said, "Alright then, let me tell you again."

   Inexplicable.

   "Once upon a time there was a woman named Cui Yingying, who was nineteen years old..."

   This time, it is not so detailed.

  Luo Qingzhou only gave a general outline, and many plots were mentioned in one sentence.

  Anyway, this girl didn't just come here for the story.

   Probably to vent her anger on her young lady.

   "...From then on, Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying lived a happy and sweet life..."

   More than ten minutes.

  He told the whole story perfunctorily.

   "Miss Xia Chan, I'm done talking..."

  He cupped his hands.

  The girl in front of her was silent.

   When he looked up, he found that the girl was still in front of him.

  The girl had already left without knowing when.

  This skill...

   Sure enough, you can't provoke him.

  Luo Qingzhou went over and closed the courtyard door, sighed, feeling as if he had caused another trouble.

   At that time, I am only afraid that one story will have to be told twice.

  One time for the second lady, one time for the eldest lady.

  He didn’t know that at this time, Zhu’er had already gone to his mother-in-law, and was reporting the matter of his visit to the second lady today, and also briefly said the story of "The Romance of the West Chamber".

"Hmph, how dare you tell my family Weimo such a dirty story! A private meeting between a man and a woman, a private meeting for life! Pooh! Shameless! Despicable! ... What else? Just this little? You can't remember more ?...Did he make it up himself, or read it somewhere?"

   "...The servants don't know."

"Damn it! Meier, that kid is coming over tonight, remember to ask him to tell me about "The Romance of the West Chamber" again! I want to listen carefully, how the shameless scholar in it deceived and charmed the young lady! "

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Zhu'er, from now on, when that kid goes to Weimo's place, you will see and remember every move, every look, every word, clearly, do you understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "How is Weimo feeling today?"

   "After the uncle left, the lady was in a daze, but she seemed to be in a much better mood."

   "Go, fill her with the chicken soup I just made, and force her to drink it."

   "Yes, ma'am."

"Wait... I'll give that brat a serving too. Hmph, I know how to hide in the house and study all day long. I'm as weak as Wei Mo, who will fall down when the wind blows. Give him more chicken soup to make up for it. Take care of your life, don't die before you take the exam."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Don't talk too much, don't say I made it up."

"Yes."

   "Hmph, my noble little hand, how can I cook chicken soup for a younger generation who is married? It's all made by Meier, and it's the leftovers we drank and prepared to throw away."

   "Yes, ma'am, I understand."

   "Go, the talkative girl has already been sunk."

   "..."

  Luo Qingzhou returned to the house and put away the book.

   Look at it is already noon.

  I took out a large piece of cooked beef from the storage bag, and ate it with hot tea for lunch.

After eating, when he was about to go out to practice in the bamboo forest, Steward Zhou hurried over with a servant and told him, "My lord, there are people from Chengguo Mansion, and I want you to go back. He said that Mr. Luo misses you." Now, let you go back and have lunch together, the carriage is already waiting at the door."

  Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed coldly, and the fist in his sleeve was slowly clenched.

   Miss him?

   Want to have lunch with him?

  That day when he went out of the city to pay homage to the killer his mother met, could it be that he missed him and wanted to invite him to lunch?

  The kid last night, I’m afraid he also invited him to lunch, right?

   "My lord, if you don't want to go, I'll send my servants to refuse them."

   Steward Zhou looked at him and said.

  He also knew what happened the last time he went back to Chengguo Mansion.

  After such a thing happened between the two families, there shouldn’t be such contacts anymore, not to mention that the other party didn’t regard this young man as a prince of the state at all. It’s not easy to invite him suddenly today.

  While Luo Qingzhou was thinking, Bai Ling's crisp voice suddenly came from the side: "If my uncle wants to go, you can ask Chanchan to go with you."

  Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look.

  In addition to Lark holding flowers, the cold girl holding a sword in her arms was also standing there under the eaves not far away.

  Before Steward Zhou came here, he had already sent a servant to inform them first.

   "It doesn't matter if I go back by myself."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at Bai Ling, and then at the cold girl not far away.

   "No, uncle, you must let Chanchan go with you."

  Bai Ling came over, handed the umbrella in front of him, winked secretly at him, and said in a low voice: "Go ask Chanchan, she will agree."

  While Luo Qingzhou was hesitating, Bai Ling said again: "This is what Miss means. If my uncle doesn't bring Chanchan with me, Miss will be worried."

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her with self-mockery in his eyes: "Are you sure?"

  Bai Ling blinked his watery eyes, with an innocent expression on his face: "Of course I'm sure, what does my uncle mean, don't you think Miss will be worried?"

  Luo Qingzhou gave her a complicated look, said nothing more, paused, took the umbrella, and walked towards the cold girl under the eaves.

   When she came closer, she cupped her hands and said, "Miss Xia Chan, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Humph!"

  The girl turned away and looked away with a cold face.

   "Beg her..."

   Bailing followed behind, reminding in a low voice.

  Luo Qingzhou was silent for a while, and when he didn't know how to speak, the cold girl turned around and left, walking towards the outside of the mansion.

  Bai Ling hurriedly said: "Alright my lord, Chanchan has already agreed."

   Immediately, he reminded in a low voice: "Young master, hurry up and hold an umbrella for Chanchan, don't let her get drenched in the snow, Chanchan is not feeling well today."

  Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate any longer, and hurriedly chased after her with an umbrella, opened it, and covered the girl's head.

   The two were originally one in front of the other, separated by a certain distance, and gradually intertwined together, getting closer and closer.

   Looking from a distance from behind, it seems as if one is nestled in the arms of the other.

Bai Ling watched their backs gradually going away, stood in place for a while, Fang turned around and left, and couldn't help pouting and muttering: "Stingy, don't you just hold an umbrella for someone, and walk with him for a while... It's the same ..."

  (end of this chapter)