This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 116: Rich girl confesses her love, and the night building is ambiguous

It's just dawn.

In the backyard of a small courtyard in Anguo Mansion, the sound of people practicing boxing could be heard.

It's been five days.

Luo Zijun hasn't gone out for five days.

After taking one pill and two bowls of tonic medicine every day, my body finally returned to normal.

I'm full of energy today and can't hold it back any longer.

So he got up before dawn and went to the backyard to practice boxing.

After practicing a set of boxing techniques, I feel a great sense of satisfaction.

Not red in the face, not out of breath.

The most important thing is that my kidneys don’t hurt anymore, my legs are no longer weak, and I feel much more energetic.

"Shh!"

He didn't stop and continued practicing boxing.

The skin and flesh all over the body are constantly tensed, exerting force, and tensed again. Under the continuous input and explosion of internal force, they are tempered to the most perfect state.

Once, twice, three times...

Until the dawn breaks.

Until the sun climbed up into the sky from the distant green mountains unknowingly.

At noon.

Luo Zijun's skin was all red, and it seemed as if there was a flame burning all over his body. He felt warm and hot, and it felt like not only his body but also his soul was burning.

There is a sense of excitement that makes the blood boil and the fighting spirit high.

When he walked in front of Xiaohuan, the little girl suddenly "hissed" and stepped back a few steps unconsciously, saying in surprise: "Master, you are so hot."

The two did not touch.

Half a meter away, she felt a hot breath coming towards her.

At this moment, Luo Zijun finally realized what was said in the book "Soul Cultivation": the Qi and blood were strong, like a raging fire, which frightened the little ghosts and made them avoid him.

A passion can kill ghosts and gods.

Women have weak energy, a deficient soul, and strong yin energy. If they meet someone with strong energy and blood, they will unconsciously feel guilty, timid, weak in body, and fearful in soul.

But if the two get to know each other and become close, the woman will feel at ease, her soul will be warmed, and she will want to get closer.

"Sir, your skin has turned red."

Xiao Huan opened her eyes wide with curiosity, stretched out her finger, touched his exposed arm, and immediately let out another "hiss" and said, "It's so hot, hotter than the young master's..."

"Ok?"

Luo Zijun looked at her with a twitching mouth.

This girl, why does she drive all the time now?
The little girl blushed immediately, bit her pink lips and giggled, saying, "I will go and boil water for you to take a bath."

As he said this, his heart was pounding like a deer and he ran into the kitchen.

I secretly rejoiced in my heart: "Young Master is getting stronger and stronger, and his body seems to have recovered..."

"No, I have to practice in the afternoon, and I'll wash it in the evening."

Luo Zijun went straight to the well and took a cold shower.

rest for a bit.

The redness and heat on the body finally faded away.

Zhiyuan had already brought the food.

Xiao Huan heated it up a little in the pot, and then they started eating.
After dinner.

Luo Zijun rested for a while, talked with the maid for a while, and then went back to the backyard to start practicing.

The sun quickly fell into the horizon.

At this time, Luo Zijun had already drained all the strength in his body and the potential of his muscles. His whole body was soaked in sweat, and his muscles were twitching and extremely sore.

He asked Xiaohuan to boil water and make medicine

He quickly stripped off his clothes and got into the bathtub.

The moment the hot and rich medicinal juice enveloped his body, he could not help but shudder and groan comfortably. At the same time, he somehow recalled the feeling of a certain moment in the temple that night.

I bother!

Luo Zijun clenched his fists and shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the shameful image in his mind.

Close your eyes and continue to enjoy the touch and soak of the medicine.

The tired and injured body was quickly relieved and repaired, and the strength that had been drained from the body also began to recover rapidly.

What a great medicine.

By the time the medicine in the bathtub had cooled down, it was almost dark outside.

Luo Zijun got out of the bathtub, rinsed himself with clean water, changed into clean clothes, and then went out.

He planned to go to Chujian Bookstore first to write a new story for Miss Liu.

He returned all the silver to his senior sister. Now he was penniless and had to continue earning money to buy medicine.

Also, he had to find an opportunity to go out of the city and hone his fighting skills.

Take a look at the world of other warriors by the way.

Thinking this, I walked out of the alley.

He turned left and right, and made many circles. After making sure that no one was following him, he walked out of the alley from the opposite direction and quickly entered Chu Jian Bookstore.

In the bookstore.

Xiao Lan was holding a rag and wiping the counter carefully.

When Luo Zijun came in, she was about to speak, but after seeing his appearance clearly, she hurriedly wanted to shout upstairs.

Luo Zijun hurriedly said: "Shh... I'll go up by myself."

Xiao Lan opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

If it was any other man, she would certainly not let him go so easily, but this one was different.

She could clearly see how the young lady was distracted every day because she couldn't wait for him.

And I heard from Sister Bier that the young lady was redeemed from Tianxiang Tower by this young man with a few poems. The relationship between this man and the young lady is self-evident.

Luo Zijun went upstairs silently.

And on the second floor.

A girl in a pink dress was standing quietly in front of the window, staring blankly at the night falling outside.

The dim light reflected her slender figure and her pretty face.

Her eyes looked a little lonely.

Luo Zijun came upstairs.

Bier was holding a rag, wiping the bookshelf carefully. When she saw him, she was stunned for a moment, then her face was full of surprise. When she was about to speak, she saw him raise his index finger and quietly said "hush".

Bier glanced at the young lady who was still standing blankly in front of the window, pouted her lips, and said nothing more.

Luo Zijun walked silently to the window and stood behind the beautiful figure.

A unique fragrance of a young girl entered his nose.

Luo Zijun stretched out a finger and gently tapped the girl's shoulder in front of him.

Liu Chujian, who was staring at the night outside the window in a daze, did not turn around and said in a low voice: "Bi'er, go to bed first, don't worry about me. I know he won't come today, but I still want to wait a little longer."

Then, she sighed softly and whispered, "That day, I shouldn't have given him all the 1,000 taels of silver. If I had given him 100 taels at a time, he would have come more often..."

The words of greeting that Luo Zijun was about to say came to an abrupt end.

He opened his mouth, looked at the beautiful and lonely profile of the girl in front of him, listened to the melancholy and loss in her words, and thought of the love the girl once had for him. The originally calm lake of his heart seemed to have suddenly been thrown into a stone, and ripples appeared.

Outside the window, night falls, but the city is still noisy.

Inside the window, there is a faint fragrance floating in the air and there is silence.

Bi'er finally couldn't help but remind her: "Miss, Master Luo is here."

The girl stood blankly in front of the window, seemingly not believing it. She still looked out the window with a sad look in her eyes and said softly, "Bi'er, go to bed quickly. Don't lie to me. I'm always watching here."

From the window here, you can see the street outside.

But today, Luo Zijun came from the other end of the alley, from another direction.

"Miss Chu Jian, are you waiting for me?"

Luo Zijun suddenly spoke.

The girl in front of the window trembled suddenly, then slowly turned her head, her beautiful face full of astonishment. She blinked blankly, still seeming a little bit unbelievable.

"I came from the other direction."

Luo Zijun explained softly.

Facing her eyes that suddenly lit up and her pretty face that unconsciously revealed a look of surprise, he suddenly felt a little confused.

"Miss Chu Jian, I have a new story and I want to write it down today. I wonder if you have time now?"

He didn't stand there any longer. After he finished speaking calmly, he went over and sat down at the table, ready to write a book.

Liu Chujian blinked and suddenly woke up. Thinking of what she had just said to him with her back to him, her fair face was immediately covered with a blush. She felt embarrassed and anxious, and her heart was in a mess. She stammered, "Master Luo, I... I just..."

"It's my first time meeting you, young lady. Do you have any writing brush, ink, paper, or inkstone? I have other things to do later."

Luo Zijun changed the subject to avoid making the girl too embarrassed.

Liu Chujian was stunned for a moment, then quickly said with a red face: "Yes, yes!"

Having said that, he hurried into the house to get it himself.

However, after she entered the room, she hid inside. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed and ashamed she felt. She did not dare to go out for a long time.

Bi'er regretted not reminding him in advance, so she had to go in and persuade him: "Miss, what are you afraid of? Since it has been explained, then go out and ask him openly to see what he means."

"Bi'er, stop talking, stop talking..."

Liu Chujian hid in the corner of the room, covering her blushing cheeks and shaking her head. She felt ashamed and annoyed, and felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never show up again.

Then he hurriedly said, "Bi'er, take the things out quickly..."

Bier was helpless and sighed, then she had to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and go out.

After she put these things on the table, she tried to hold back, but finally couldn't hold back any more and asked, "Mr. Luo, do you have anything to say to my young lady?"

Luo Zijun paused when he heard this, stretched out his hand to spread out the rice paper, pressed the upper left corner with the inkstone, then picked up the ink block and began to grind the ink.

Then he looked up and said, "Yes, let Miss Chu Jian come out to help grind the ink."

"what?"

Bi'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, and she suspected that she had heard it wrong.

Luo Zijun said: "When I first saw the young lady grinding ink, I wrote faster."

When Bi'er heard this, she immediately became angry: "Mr. Luo, you...how can you let my young lady grind ink? You are going too far!"

Luo Zijun said: "What's so excessive about this? Miss Chu Jian and I are friends. Isn't it natural for me to write and she to grind ink?"

Bi'er glared at him angrily, snatched the ink block and said, "I'll help you grind it!"

Luo Zijun said: "You can't."

Bi'er was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why can't I do it? It's not like I don't know how to do it."

Luo Zijun looked at her and said, "You keep pouting and looking angry. I feel uncomfortable. If I feel uncomfortable, I will definitely not be able to write well. Let your young lady do the research."

Bi'er immediately laughed, rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then I won't pout."

Luo Zijun said: "That won't work either. You are angry and I don't feel comfortable smelling it either."

Bi'er snorted, "Can you smell the anger in your heart?"

Luo Zijun said seriously: "Of course, have you heard of a saying? Laughter can make people beautiful, anger can make people ugly. You used to be a pretty and lovely little girl, but now you suddenly become hateful and very ugly. How can I not see it?"

"Pfft..."

Bi'er chuckled again, no longer angry, and said coquettishly: "Mr. Luo just loves to talk nonsense, humph!"

Luo Zijun asked: "Which sentence is nonsense? Is it that you are originally beautiful or that you are originally cute?"

Bi'er immediately chuckled and said, "It's all nonsense. She is just beautiful and cute."

Luo Zijun said: "Look, it's obviously you who are talking nonsense."

Bi'er was immediately amused and couldn't stop laughing. She could only reach out and pat him lightly, saying, "Mr. Luo is so annoying."

Luo Zijun stopped talking abruptly and ignored her.

At this time, Liu Chujian came out of the room, with two blushes on her pretty face, as beautiful as a flower, and said with a smile: "Bi'er, you go and have a rest, I will help Master Luo grind the ink."

Bi'er quickly complained with a smile: "Miss, Master Luo said that I have a hateful face and am very ugly."

Liu Chujian looked at her carefully, smiling as he said, "It was true when I was angry just now, but now it's not ugly when I smile."

Bi'er pouted her lips and said, "Humph, you two are in the same group. I'm not going to play with you anymore. I'm going to sleep!"

After that, he left with a smile.

Liu Chujian watched her cheerful figure enter the house, then turned around and looked at the young man in front of him, smiling and saying, "I didn't expect that Young Master Luo is really good at making people happy."

Luo Zijun said: "I'm just telling the truth. As scholars, I only tell the truth."

Liu Chujian smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Luo is a scholar, he only speaks the truth and never lies. Last time he said that he would come here often, and then, he almost forgot to come."

"Ahem, grind the ink!"

Luo Zijun picked up the pen and prepared to start writing.

After chatting and laughing like this, the embarrassment just now disappeared.

Liu Chujian smiled and looked at him again, then sat down beside him, stretched out her snow-white and delicate hand, picked up the black ink block, and began to grind it gently in the inkstone.

"There's not enough water, so it will be dry when you grind it."

Luo Zijun took a look and said.

Liu Chujian said "Oh" and quickly added some tea with his other hand.

The words written with ink added with tea not only have a strong scent of ink, but also some scent of tea. If it is accompanied by a good article, it will make people feel relaxed and happy when reading it.

"Grind it quickly first, and then grind it slowly after the ink is evenly distributed."

"Ah."

Under the light, the girl responded softly, rubbing her hands while stealing glances at his handsome face.

Luo Zijun picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

The ink with the scent of ink and tea fell lightly on the snow-white rice paper along with the soft tip of the pen, and quickly outlined a number of beautiful and elegant small characters.

Luo Zijun wrote very seriously.

The girl next to him was watching very seriously.

However, she was not looking at the inkstone, nor at the beautiful words on the rice paper, but at him.

His handsome and focused face was reflected in those charming eyes.

The room was quiet.

Time passed quietly.

Bier poked her head out of the room, took a quick look outside, then quietly retracted her head.

Luo Zijun wrote a paragraph, paused to think for a moment, and then continued writing.

"It's almost dry, add more water."

"Oh."

The girl came to her senses, quickly added water, and started grinding faster.

The white and slender fingers were stained with black ink, but the bright eyes were still sparkling and seemed to be filled with sunshine.

The expression between her brows became more gentle and soft.

Luo Zijun finished writing on a piece of rice paper, changed another one, turned to look at her and said, "Does your wrist hurt? Rest for a while."

The tone of voice was gentle, the eyes were gentle.

The girl was slightly startled and quickly shook her head: "No, it doesn't hurt."

At this moment, the girl's heart suddenly started beating like a deer, her breathing became faster, and two faint blushes appeared on her cheeks again, hot and warm.

She bit her pink lips gently and glanced at him secretly again.

At this time, Luo Zijun had lowered his head again and started writing seriously.

He didn't know how his unconscious tenderness just now caused ripples in the heart of the already sentimental girl beside him.

Outside the window, a bright moon climbed into the night sky.

The streets gradually became quiet.

In the small building, the dim and warm lights were still burning.

The young boy and girl in the room were still sitting quietly at the table, one holding a pen and writing, the other holding ink and gently rubbing. They were silent, but the atmosphere was unusual.

The girl's eyes were always on the boy.

In those dark and gentle pupils, apart from the slightly swaying light, they were filled with his shadow.

(End of this chapter)