The night is quiet.

There is no harassment from the cold wind and no teasing from the snowflakes.

There was only a silver moon hanging in the night sky, watching him quietly.

The weather is nice tonight.

But Luo Qingzhou still didn't dare to be careless.

I was careful and cautious all the way, drifting like the wind, and soon I arrived at Yuanyang Tower.

Still stopped a hundred meters away, looking at the top of Yuanyang Tower.

There are eaves everywhere, but no one is around.

It seems a little early.

That senior hasn't come yet.

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to approach alone, so he had to wander around for a while, observing the houses and streets of Mocheng while honing his soul in the dark night.

Half an hour later.

He returned to Yuanyang Tower.

On the eaves, the moon-white figure was already standing there quietly.

The silver moon is like a hook.

The figure was hazy, illusory and real, as if it would be covered by dark clouds like moonlight in the next second and disappear without a trace.

When Luo Qingzhou approached, a snow-white handkerchief flew out, covering the red bead on the top of the attic.

"Thank you, senior."

He stopped four or five meters away from the attic and did not come any closer. He held up his hands and said apologetically: "Senior, I have something to do tonight, so I came to tell senior in advance that I won't come over tonight."

Hearing this, the moon-white figure seemed to be startled for a moment, and said in an ethereal voice: "What's the matter?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "I have to stay at home with my wife tonight. I'm sorry, senior."

As he spoke, his cheeks felt slightly warm.

The real situation is that he will stay in the room tonight, waiting for someone to come...

After hearing this, the Yuebai figure seemed to frown and fell silent.

The air suddenly became silent.

After a while.

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to leave, the figure suddenly spoke in a hollow voice: "Is there really a lady waiting for you at your home?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her and said: "Of course. Senior, you...do you not believe that I have a wife at home, or do you not believe...that my wife is waiting for me at home?"

The moon-white figure remained silent for a long time, staring at him through the hazy light for a moment, then Fang said softly in a low voice: "Go."

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, cupped his hands, turned and left.

He had to go back quickly.

I don’t know when that cunning girl suddenly passed away.

The moon-white figure stood quietly on the eaves, watching his figure gradually disappearing into the night. He frowned and hesitated for a long time. Then he put away his handkerchief and disappeared in a flash.

Luo Qingzhou floated back into the house, and when his soul returned to his body, Xiaodie had already left.

The little girl entered the Lingchan Moon Palace very cautiously.

Bai Ling pulled her in enthusiastically, then sent her into the room, locked her in the room, and said with a friendly smile: "Xiaodie, embroider on the bed. Go to bed when you are tired. I will come back later."

The little girl didn't dare to ask any more questions and nodded obediently.

After Bai Ling left, he went to Xia Chan's room and talked to himself for a while before going to the back garden.

While he was folding a plum blossom in the garden and putting it in front of his nose to smell it carefully, Qin Jianjia, who was sitting in the pavilion, suddenly said: "Bailing."

Bai Ling was startled and ran over quickly: "Miss, you are back so early? What's wrong?"

Qin Jianjia looked at the moonlight in the pond outside the pavilion, was silent for a moment, and said, "Go over there and see who is in his room."

"ah?"

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a moment.

After a few seconds, Fang suddenly woke up and said quickly: "Oh, did you mean my uncle's place? I will be there soon."

After saying that, he took the plum blossoms and quickly walked out of the back garden, secretly wondering: Xiaodie is not here anymore, who will be in my uncle's room? Could it be that the young lady saw someone else?

Thinking of this, she suddenly became angry, quickened her pace, and said in annoyance: "Smelly uncle, you are indeed a bad guy, you actually cheat on us behind our backs! I want to see which girl dares to be so bold!"

"Hmm? Do you want to go and tell Chanchan?"

"Forget it, Chanchan is still sick. She bled a lot today. If she knew, she would probably bleed again tonight... The adulterer is bleeding, or she herself, hey..."

"Smelly uncle! Just wait for me! I'm here to catch you!"

Bai Ling walked out the door angrily.

Luo Qingzhou sat in the room for a while. Seeing that it was still early, he lit oil lamps and candles, opened the window, and read at the table.

After reading for a while, he studied the ink, spread out the rice paper, and picked up the pen to practice calligraphy.

In the imperial examination, literary talent is very important, but writing is equally important.

Most of the people who have made the list since ancient times were good at handwriting.

Words are like faces. If you give a bad first impression to the marking officer, the score of the entire test paper will be compromised.

If the literary talent of the two test papers is similar, then the one with beautiful handwriting will definitely be given priority.

If it's a palace examination, one's overall image will even have to be looked at.

If you are disheveled or have a vulgar appearance, then even if you are first in talent and first in grades, you may not be able to get the ranking you deserve.

Luo Qingzhou remembered that there was such a talented man in ancient times. He scored first in the palace examination and was very talented. However, because of his poor image, he was eliminated and humiliated by the emperor. How sad!

However, Luo Qingzhou is not worried about his image.

And now he is just a candidate for examination.

Just practice your calligraphy well and read books well.

Because of his martial arts training and soul cultivation, when he wrote at this time, he had an extra energy that no literati could have.

Every word seems to be infused with vitality, and the font looks much more elegant and beautiful.

While I was practicing, I suddenly heard a slight "crunching" sound coming from outside the courtyard, like the sound of feet stepping on snow.

But it soon stopped again.

Coming so early?

Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, and he immediately packed up his things, blew out the lights, half-closed the window, held his breath and waited in the darkness, staring at the door.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside.

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood still, calmed down, and his soul came out of his body!

A black shadow suddenly flew out from above the head, passed through the window, floated quietly into the air, and looked down toward the outside of the courtyard.

Sure enough it was her!

Outside the small courtyard door, standing close to the courtyard door, was a pretty figure.

Wearing a pink dress and holding a plum blossom in her hand, she was leaning against the crack of the door, peeking furtively into the courtyard. Who could it be if it wasn't Bai Ling?

Luo Qingzhou's mood was a little complicated.

He didn't look any further, fell from the roof, got into the room, and returned to his senses.

Waited for a while.

He quietly walked out of the back door, walked around, and came to the front door.

Bai Ling was still clinging to the door, his eyes facing the crack in the door, peeking inside.

Suddenly, her body stiffened and she felt something was wrong. She slowly turned her head and looked behind her.

Luo Qingzhou stood quietly behind her. When he saw her turning around, he said calmly: "Miss Bailing, what are you doing?"

Bai Ling froze for a moment, smiled awkwardly, turned around and said, "Uncle, I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to come and chat with my uncle. But I was afraid of disturbing my uncle, so I didn't dare to knock on the door."

Luo Qingzhou stared into her eyes: "Is it just chatting?"

Bai Ling blinked his dark and lively eyes, and said innocently: "Yes, it's just chatting. What else do you think?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her expressionlessly.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Aren't you here to sleep with me?"

"ah?"

When Bai Ling heard this, his eyes widened immediately and he was dumbfounded. He hurriedly crossed his arms over his chest with a frightened expression on his face: "Uncle, don't... don't be like this, I... I really just want to chat with my uncle, I don't want to
To be continued...