My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 293

  Chapter 293 Chanchan is crying

  The sun sets.

   Knowing that the sycamore trees on the side of the road are still noisy.

  The passing pedestrians were sweating profusely.

  The air is still full of dry and hot breath.

  Bringing a hint of cool evening wind, it blew in from the alley, lifting the girl's black hair and the light green skirt under the corner of the wall.

  The girl was holding the sword, and stood there with a cold face.

   She looked at the opposite wall, motionless.

   As for the sound of his footsteps approaching, I don't know if he didn't notice it, or pretended not to hear it on purpose.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped in front of her, stared at her clear and cold face for a while, and suddenly said: "This girl, I want to ask you for someone."

  The girl's dark eyelashes trembled, her gaze was still coldly looking at the opposite side, ignoring him.

Luo Qingzhou said: "I heard that there is a little girl in the Qin family, she is very cute, and she is a good swordsman. I also heard that she also has a very good-looking and talented son-in-law. Do you know their names? ?"

  The girl's gaze finally turned to him.

Luo Qingzhou met her eyes, and said with surprise on his face: "Girl, you look so cute, I think it must be much cuter than that little girl from the Qin family. Do you also have a more beautiful and talented son-in-law? "

  The girl's eyes were cold, and she raised her hand.

  Luo Qingzhou subconsciously covered his eyes.

  A trace of coldness fell on his cheeks.

  The girl's slender fingers touched his cheek lightly, as if she was looking for something.

  Luo Qingzhou put down his hand and glanced at her again. Fang raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, touched his face and said, "Sure enough, you also have a good-looking uncle."

   After finishing speaking, he took off his black strong suit and put on a loose Confucian robe, transforming himself into a beautiful young man with a graceful demeanor.

   "Chanchan, is my uncle good-looking?"

  Luo Qingzhou asked.

  Xia Chan didn't speak, but looked at the back of his hand.

  Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, stroked the crack on his fist and said, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, it will be fine in two days."

  Xia Chan stared at those wounds, and was silent for a while, then Fang said: "Need, can I help?"

  Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, but suddenly nodded and said: "Yes. Chanchan, you can apply some medicine for me when you go back later, and then grind ink for me, okay?"

  Xia Chan looked up at him, her dark and clear eyes were full of ice-coldness: "I mean, murder."

  Luo Qingzhou met her eyes, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "No need. Chanchan, there are some people, I need to do it myself, those people are too dirty, they will dirty your little hands."

  Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, stared at him with dark and clear eyes, and said in a low voice: "Chanchan, you are not afraid of being dirty..."

   There is wind blowing from the alley.

  The girl's temples were covered with black hair, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pure and fragrant breath filled the air.

  That thin body, pretty appearance, like a newly bloomed flower, green and moving.

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, raised his hand, wanted to hug her, hesitated for a moment, then put his hand down again, and said, "Let's go home. If you are not afraid of getting dirty, you can help my uncle grind ink." .”

  The setting sun fell on the horizon, and the sky turned red.

  The two returned to the mansion, one in front and the other in the back, and entered the Meixiang Garden.

   Qiu'er and Xiaodie, who were wiping dust in the corridor, saw him coming back, and just about to speak, they closed their mouths again and looked at the figure behind him.

  Qiu'er immediately put down the dishcloth, picked up the basin, said to Xiaodie, and then said: "My lord, this servant and Xiaodie went to sister Xiaotao, come back later."

  Xiao Die hurried into the kitchen, looked at the food, and then ran out again: "Master, the food is hot, you can eat it with sister Xia Chan."

   After speaking, the two little girls immediately packed up their things and went out.

Looking at the closed courtyard door, Luo Qingzhou turned his head and said: "Chanchan, look, everyone is afraid of you. When they saw you coming, they all ran away, afraid that you would stab them with a sword. Can you keep smiling in the future? Stop making a fierce face?"

  Xia Chan held the sword and looked at him with a pretty face: "I only stab, the bad guy."

  Luo Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Then do you think my uncle is a bad person?"

  Xia Chan said coldly: "Yes."

  Luo Qingzhou's eyes suddenly dimmed: "Chanchan, what's wrong with my aunt? You must speak with your conscience. When you fell into the water, did my aunt jump to save you? Did you get lost on a night of wind and thunder, did you..."

  Xia Chan didn't listen to him repeating, went straight up the steps and entered the room.

  Luo Qingzhou stopped talking and followed in.

  Xia Chan walked to the door of the study, just about to bend down to take off her shoes, Luo Qingzhou immediately went up and squatted down and said, "Chanchan, my uncle will help you take them off."

   As he spoke, he hugged her feet, helped her take off her shoes gently, and took the opportunity to touch her slender little feet in snow-white socks.

  Xia Chan narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.

  Luo Qingzhou hurriedly helped her take off the other one, stood up and said, "Chanchan, I have something I want to show you later, go in quickly."

   As he spoke, he pushed the door open for her.

  Xia Chan gave him another cold look before entering the room.

  Luo Qingzhou secretly wiped off his sweat, took off his shoes, walked in, and closed the door.

  Xia Chan walked to the window and pushed it open.

  The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is tangy.

  The sunset glow in the sky is like a brocade, and the last beauty of the evening remains.

  Luo Qingzhou took out the pitch-black stick from the storage bag, waved it "swish", pointed at her back and said, "Chanchan, take a look at this stick, it's black and hard."

   Xia Chan stood in front of the window, looking at the sunset glow in the sky, for a moment, she seemed to be distracted, and ignored him.

  Luo Qingzhou took a step closer, raised his stick and said, "Chanchan, my uncle is going to poke you from behind."

   As he spoke, seeing that she still didn't respond, he moved forward and poked lightly at her slender waist and hair hanging there.

   Xia Chan came back to her senses and turned to look at him.

Luo Qingzhou shook the pitch-black wooden stick in his hand and said: "Chanchan, when this wooden stick is hit hard, the front will become thicker, it looks like it is made of ordinary wood, but it is obviously not, when you hit a stone hard, It won't leave any marks either. Pull out your sword and try to see if you can cut it.

  Xia Chan glanced down, and pulled out the sword in her hand with a "bang".

   Before Luo Qingzhou could react, the sword had already landed on his wooden stick, and there was a "clank", sparks splashed everywhere.

   "Crack!"

  The sound of breaking was heard.

   A piece of something fell to the ground.

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, thinking that the wooden stick in his hand had been cut off. When he was in a daze, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Looking carefully, what fell on the ground turned out to be a half sword!

   He was startled and looked up.

  The girl stood blankly in front of the window, only half of the sword in her hand was left...

  Luo Qingzhou: "..."

  The room fell silent.

   Deathly silence.

  Xia Chan held the remaining half of the sword in her hand. After a long while, the circles of her eyes began to turn red gradually.

   Tears began to glisten in her eyes, her small mouth was slightly flattened, and then she slowly raised her head and looked at him.

   "I'm sorry..."

  The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, feeling at a loss.

  Of course he knew what this sword meant to this girl.

  He has known her for so long, it is rare to see this sword leave her hand, even when she sleeps, she will hold this sword under the quilt.

   To her, this sword is not just a cold sword.

   is the friend who has always been with her, the relative who has always given her a sense of security, and the most precious thing that will never leave her.

  But now, it is broken, broken by the black and ugly stick he got from nowhere...

  Looking at the girl's eyes full of tears, and the look of grievance with that small flat mouth, he felt so distressed...

   "Chanchan...I was wrong..."

  He apologized again, but even he felt pale.

  He dropped the stick in his hand and walked over, not daring to face her tear-filled eyes, bent down, picked up the broken sword blade on the ground, stroked it, and suddenly his heart moved.

He quickly threw the broken sword on the ground, then took out the Golden Phoenix Sword given to him by the eldest princess from the storage bag, handed it to her, and said, "Chanchan, this sword is for you. You Don't cry, don't blame uncle, okay?"

  The golden phoenix sword given by the eldest princess represents supreme power and glory.

  But to him, it was not even comparable to a single tear from the girl in front of him.

  He doesn't care about these things.

  What he cares about is only real people, the girl who once fought side by side with him, shared life and death, and gave all his trust to him.

  Xia Chan didn't take the sword in his hand, bent down, picked up the broken sword on the ground, wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, and walked out of the room.

  Luo Qingzhou froze in place holding the sword in his hand, wanting to speak, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

  Footsteps went out the door and disappeared into the courtyard.

  He stayed where he was for a while, then Fang sighed and put away the sword in his hand.

  He looked at the wooden stick on the ground, and when he was in a daze, a low voice suddenly came from the window: "It's not your fault..."

  When Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look, the thin and slender figure, already holding the broken sword, walked into the courtyard, and soon went out the door and disappeared.

  He stayed still for a while, Fang sighed, walked over, picked up the pitch-black wooden stick, and took a closer look.

  There is still no trace left on the stick.

  The stick is a good stick, but he is not a good man.

   Chanchan is right, he is a bad person, always making her angry.

   It's all right now, I made her cry today, how should I deal with it?

   I thought for a while in the study again.

  He decided to go to Lingchan Moon Palace to plead guilty.

  If he doesn't go, I guarantee that the girl Bailing will come angrily to question him later.

  He has to find a way to make it up.

   I don't know if the sword can be bought outside.

  He still has 100,000 gold coins and a demon pill here, I don't know if it is enough.

  Thinking all the way.

   Soon came to Ling Chan Moon Palace.

   gone tonight

  (end of this chapter)

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