This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 117: Senior Sister's Habit, Spiritual Awakening, Moon Palace Fairy

Outside the window, the night is getting darker.

About an hour later, Luo Zijun finally finished writing the entire story.

The girl next to him came to her senses and looked at the title of the book.

"Shenyuan Love Dream..."

This story of Luo Zijun is about the story of Lu You and his cousin Tang Wan.

Lu You and his cousin were childhood sweethearts, fell in love with each other, and got married.

After marriage, the two respected each other and loved each other deeply, but they had to separate because of Lu's mother.

Lu You married another wife, and Tang Wan also married someone else.

However, the two still care about each other.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and the two met unexpectedly in Shen Garden. Although ten years had passed between them, that unforgettable love always remained in the deepest part of their emotional world.

With her husband's consent, Tang Wan sent someone to deliver wine and food to Lu You.

Lu You was so saddened by the scene that he wrote a poem on the wall in melancholy.

When Tang Wan saw this, she was filled with emotion and fell ill. She eventually died of depression due to her unresolved sorrow and resentment.

While she was ill, she wrote a final poem, which made later generations sigh.

Of course, the most exciting part of this story is the two poems.

After Luo Zijun finished writing, he calmed down a little and stood up to say goodbye.

It's getting late, we have to go back quickly.

Liu Chujian quickly got up and reluctantly walked her downstairs and to the door.

She stood outside the door for a long time, until the figure disappeared around the distant corner of the street, and then she returned to the store in a daze.

Go back upstairs.

She sat at the table blankly for a while before looking down at the manuscript on the table.

Just now, when he was writing, she was distracted and didn't even read it.

Only at this time did I start to read it seriously.

After she read the entire story without missing a word, her heart suddenly felt aching and melancholy.

"Red tender hands, yellow wine, the whole city is full of spring colors and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin, a heart full of sorrow, years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is the same as before, but I am thin and empty, tears are red and wet through the silk gauze. Peach blossoms are falling, the pool is empty, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to entrust a letter. No, no, no! "

She murmured it several times, and then looked at Tang Wan's last words.

"The world is cruel and people are mean. The rain sends the evening flowers falling easily. The morning breeze dries the tears. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can only speak to myself. It's hard, hard, hard!

People have grown apart, today is not yesterday, sick souls are often like ropes on a swing. The horn sounds cold, the night is late, afraid of being questioned, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! "

After reading this poem, she thought of the picture of two people in love but separated by thousands of miles, and she burst into tears.

Bi'er came over in a hurry, took out a handkerchief, wiped her tears, and complained: "Every time that bad guy comes, he makes the young lady cry. I won't let him go upstairs next time."

The girl's tears rolled down as if she couldn't stop.

Every time you read these two short poems, you will feel sadness, pain, grief and regret.

I can't calm down for a long time.

"Bi'er, why do you think he can always write such touching stories?"

The girl murmured with tears in her eyes.

Bi'er snorted, "I guess he got the inspiration from going to brothels often, hearing stories, or playing with other women often. Miss, you have to be careful. That guy can talk to make girls happy, write stories to make people cry, and he is so handsome. He must have deceived many girls."

The girl looked at the story on the paper with tears in her eyes. She was stunned for a while and murmured softly, "It's too late... My heart has been... deceived by him..."

Outside the window, the night is as dark as ink.

Luo Zijun was walking on the street, his mind full of random thoughts, unable to calm down.

As he passed the Bao'an Hall, he turned his head and took a look.

He thought that the pharmacy would have been closed by now and his master and senior sister would have gone to bed, but he suddenly saw a tall, slim and cold figure in a white dress, leaning against the door frame, looking at him coldly with eyes.

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, pretended not to see it, and continued walking forward.

"cough……"

The cold figure coughed immediately.

Luo Zijun suddenly quickened his pace and left, soon disappearing around the corner ahead.

Su Qingling stood outside the door in a daze for a long time, then slowly withdrew her gaze from the street corner, stood silently for a while, then lowered her head and went back to the house, preparing to close the door.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, reached into the crack of the door, and said, "Don't panic, close the door, buy medicine!"

Su Qingling paused, then slammed the door shut, trapping the hand in the crack.

"what!"

Luo Zijun screamed, rushed out, pushed the door open, and said angrily: "Senior Sister, it's broken!"

Su Qingling snorted, turned away, walked to the counter, and prepared to fiddle with the abacus.

Luo Zijun walked over and took her abacus. While shaking his pinched hand, he asked, "It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet? Where's Master?"

Just as he finished speaking, a loud snoring sound suddenly came from upstairs: "Snoring...Snoring..."

"Oh, Master has fallen asleep."

Luo Zijun asked and answered himself, looking at the beautiful and cold, elegant and charming little senior sister behind the counter, and whispered: "Senior sister, you are not waiting for me, are you?"

"Ah."

Su Qingling snorted, with a sneer on her face.

It seems to be saying: Do you want to go to the puddle behind and look in the mirror?
Luo Zijun said, "By the way, Senior Sister, I left in a hurry last time and didn't have time to ask you, what about the shop in the outer city? Is it sold? Have you seen the letter I left for you and Master?"

Su Qingling's pretty face was cold and she did not answer.

Luo Zijun asked again: "Also, Senior Sister, why did you and Master suddenly come to the inner city to open a shop? Did you come before me or after me?"

Su Qingling said coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"

Luo Zijun said: "I am just very confused. Why did you suddenly come to the inner city without telling me? You made me sad for a long time in the shop in the outer city."

"whispering sound."

Su Qingling turned her pretty face away with a cold expression, as if she didn't want to look at him.

Luo Zijun put the abacus on the counter and fiddled with it casually. He stared at her pretty face for a while before saying, "Forget it. Since Senior Sister doesn't want to talk to me, I'll leave. It's getting late. Senior Sister, go to bed early. I have to go back quickly too."

After saying that, he waved and walked out.

Su Qingling turned her head and looked outside the door.

Be quiet for a moment.

She walked out of the counter, came to the door, and looked at the street outside, but did not see the figure leaving.

At this moment, a stick suddenly stretched out from the right side of the door frame and knocked on her little head three times in a row: "Bang bang bang!"

Knock and run.

Luo Zijun ran to the street, turned around and waved, "Senior Sister, there's no need to see me off. Remember to have a good dream tonight."

After saying that, he left laughing.

The girl stood at the door, slowly raised her hand, touched the head that was hit, and quietly watched his back as he walked away. Until his back disappeared around the corner in the distance, she was stunned for a while before slowly withdrew her gaze.

Then he closed the door, turned off the lights, and went upstairs briskly.

Upstairs, in a room, there was a sudden long sigh and a low voice muttering to oneself: "Silly girl, can't you sleep unless that little bastard beats you? Alas..."

Another room.

The girl lay on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, hugging her childhood pillow, and soon fell into a sweet dream.

Luo Zijun returned to Bai Mansion.

Xiaohuan had already washed herself clean, was wearing a small bellyband, and was waiting for him on the bed with her bulging chest that was beginning to show its size.

"Master, don't play tricks on me. You said last time that you would give it to me when you are well again..."

When Luo Zijun took off his clothes and got into bed, the little girl immediately pouted her lips to remind him.

Luo Zijun rubbed her little head and said, "Wait for two more days. I have to practice tonight. It's very important. If I give you everything, I will be exhausted and might fail."

"Humph, Master, you are lying again."

The little girl pouted her lips and immediately got into the quilt, turned her back, and ignored him angrily.

Luo Zijun kissed her earlobe and said, "Young Master really didn't lie to you this time. In two days, I will definitely make you beg for mercy."

The little girl turned her head and snorted, "It was obviously the young master who begged for mercy."

"Okay, then let's try it and see who begs for mercy."

Luo Zijun smiled and went to the other end.

He is a warrior now, with an extraordinary physique and powerful blood. He can survive six times in one night. How can this little girl, who is so tiny, be better than him?
If he gets serious, even the female flower thief will be defeated, let alone this young girl who has not experienced anything in life?

It's still early.

Practice the Fiery Finger a few times first.

Seeing that he was truly practicing, Xiaohuan did not dare to disturb him. She tossed and turned in the quilt for a while before falling asleep.

"laugh--"

Energy gathers at the fingertips.

A two-inch long flame soon ignited on Luo Zijun's thumb.

After repeating this several times, the flame gradually grew longer.

But soon, it began to weaken.

The shortcoming of this Fiery Finger is that it consumes too much internal energy.

Luo Zijun stopped immediately and did not continue to consume his energy.

I still need to cultivate my spirit tonight.

Rested for a while.

After the internal force in his Danhai returned to normal and the Qi and blood in his body calmed down, he got up and lit sandalwood, then returned to the bed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, concentrated, and emptied his mind.

There was another moment of silence.

In his mind, he began to imagine a nine-story pagoda based on the picture in the book.

Then, his consciousness transformed into a figure, entered the pagoda, and began to climb upwards.

He took a deep breath.

It was as if the figure, whose consciousness had already condensed, also took a deep breath.

Lift your feet and step onto the stairs.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Soon, he climbed to the first floor and without stopping, continued to climb to the second floor.

One step, two steps...

Soon, he climbed up to the second floor.

The figure began to feel a little tired and began to slow down as he continued to climb.

When he climbed to the third floor, he found that the figure began to become blurry, his steps began to become heavy, and he began to gasp.

He didn't stop and continued to climb up.

The fourth floor, the fifth floor...

When he climbed to the fifth floor and was about to continue climbing to the sixth floor, his legs suddenly weakened and he knelt on the stairs. His figure became increasingly blurred, almost transparent.

His head began to ache and he lost consciousness.

The nine-story pagoda also began to crumble and became blurred.

This is a sign that mental strength is almost exhausted.

He didn't dare to insist any longer, and immediately destroyed the pagoda and retracted his figure. The dark world immediately began to brighten, and other things appeared.

He opened his eyes, his mind returned to normal, and his thoughts were like strands of silk, flying freely in his mind.

He let out a long breath, rubbed his head, and thought to himself: It seems that my mental strength is still not enough, and my soul is still not strong enough. I can only climb to the fifth floor.

I have to continue practicing boxing to strengthen my body and mind.

Or you can sit in meditation to calm your mind.

Try again in a few days.

Soul cultivation is quite energy-consuming. Now, not only does he have a headache, but he is also extremely tired.

I quickly lay down, not daring to think about it anymore.

Fell asleep quickly.

The next day, the weather was very good.

However, Luo Zijun did not go out. He just went to the Suguo Mansion opposite to visit his sister and brother-in-law, and then came back to continue practicing boxing.

In the evening, he continued with the medicinal bath.

After the medicinal bath, he practiced the Fiery Finger in the backyard.

Until dark.

Now, his Fiery Finger can be retracted and extended freely without any hindrance or pause.

With a light sweep, the hard block of wood was cut into two pieces.

There were burn marks all over the middle.

He thought to himself that if he was tied up by the female flower thief again next time, he could quietly use the Fiery Finger to cut the ropes, and then...

No, it's too risky.

Every time at that time, the opponent would grab his vital point first.

If he dared to make any unusual movement, he would probably be attacked immediately and completely disabled.

but……

Perhaps you can launch a surprise attack when the enemy is in disarray.

But... that doesn't work either.

At that time, his morale was high, his blood was boiling, and his soul was flying in the sky. He was simply unable to mobilize his internal energy. If he forced it, he would probably end up with his meridians destroyed.

It seems that we can only act before we are caught.

Ok?
bah bah bah!
Why did he suddenly think of this again?

Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

How could there be a third time?
It's impossible!

If there really is a third time, then he is too unlucky and it would be better for him to just die.

Go back to the house and sleep.

The maidservant tonight was very honest and just told him: "Sir, we agreed to spend two nights together. Once tonight is over, it will be tomorrow night."

Luo Zijun said: "Tonight, tomorrow night, isn't this just two nights?"

"No, last night was the first night, and tonight is the second night! Sir, you are not allowed to cheat! If you want to cheat, I will teach you a lesson tonight! Humph!"

"How can you be so good at calling me Young Master?"

"Hmph, let the young master hiss all night long!"

"Tsk tsk, what a cruel little girl! I'm scared of you."

"Hehe, if you are afraid, you can't cheat. Humph, even if you cheat tomorrow night, I am not afraid. I will ride the horse myself, humph!"

"..."

Luo Zijun decided that it would be better to put away those strange books under the bed tomorrow.

This little girl probably studies with her eyes wide open every day.

I'm almost becoming a little teacher.

The two argued for a while, and Xiaohuan closed her eyes and fell asleep with beautiful visions of tomorrow night.

Luo Zijun waited for a while, then got out of bed and lit the sandalwood.

Then he returned to the bed and continued his attempts to cultivate his soul.

The first step in soul cultivation is for the soul to leave the body.

Calm down, focus, and empty your mind.

After a long period of silence, his "sight" began to enter his mind.

It was pitch black inside, and gradually a nine-story pagoda appeared in his mind. Then his divine consciousness transformed into a human form, pushed open the door, and entered the pagoda.

Start climbing from the first level.

Take one step at a time, neither hurried nor slow, and keep moving forward.

The first floor, the second floor, the third floor...

When he climbed to the sixth floor, his steps began to become heavy and his figure began to sway. In addition to the stairs and darkness, something else suddenly appeared in front of him.

He immediately closed his eyes, stood there for a few breaths, opened his eyes again, and continued to walk upwards with heavy steps.

Suddenly, the nine-story pagoda turned into a steep mountain.

There are still stairs under my feet.

The surroundings were no longer dark. There were flowers, grass, trees, and even animals.

But everything is still and quiet.

He kept his mind focused, looked up and continued to climb.

The sky was also pitch black, and the steps above were winding and steep, as if there was no end.

He did not stop, dragging his heavy feet, step by step, and continued to move forward.

Finally, he climbed to the sixth floor.

Then he began to climb towards the seventh floor.

At this time, his steps became heavier, and his whole body became heavier. The scenery around him suddenly began to move, as if tempting him to turn around and look.

He held his breath, focused his eyes, and continued to move forward.

This time, the climb was longer and slower.

But finally, he climbed up.

The figure that was concentrating in his mind became more and more blurred and was almost transparent.

My whole body feels heavy as lead.

My legs and feet seemed to have suddenly turned into heavy stones, and every time I lifted them, I had to exert tremendous strength.

He did not hesitate and continued to move upwards. At this moment, the surrounding scenery began to change, and even some figures and faces appeared.

But still no sound.

The whole world was silent, and even his breathing could not be heard.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His footsteps seemed to hit the steps hard. Each step was heavy and powerful, as if a stone had fallen to the ground. Each step became extremely slow.

But in the end, he climbed up.

He looked up and saw that there was one last floor and one last step on it.

continue!

He used up all his strength, lifted his feet and continued to move upwards.

Suddenly, some noises began to appear around.

There are the sounds of birds singing, animals roaring, and even some familiar voices.

"Zijun, what are you doing? Come here, come to your sister..."

"Zijun, come here, brother-in-law will teach you how to practice boxing..."

"Luo Zijun! You would rather be bitten by others than by me, right? Come here and let me bite you! I will bite you to death!"

"Brother Zijun, please come find Keqing quickly, okay? Keqing is so scared and lonely..."

"Sir, if you lie to me again, I will do it myself!"

“Hehehe… It seems that you have become a lot stronger. Very good, this time, I will do it seven times!”

There are noisy sounds and various illusions.

Luo Zijun turned a deaf ear, looked straight ahead, and continued to climb up with increasingly heavy steps.

The top of the mountain was getting closer, the sky was getting lower, and my body was getting heavier.

The entire figure has become transparent.

It seems like a gust of wind can blow it away.

For the last few steps, every time he lifted a step, it seemed as if he had a tremendous amount of strength. His whole body was shaking, and the steps he took when he came down were also extremely heavy.

He gritted his teeth, used up his last bit of strength, and continued to move forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

There is only one step left!
His whole body was trembling as he took a step. Everything in front of his eyes was dark. His entire figure seemed to have been shattered and no longer in human form. It was as if there was a mountain pressing heavily on his head.

He could hardly breathe.

Almost his entire body was crushed to pieces.

But in the end, he took the last step.

"boom!"

When he took his last step and finally stood on the top of the mountain, the heaviness on his body, the heaviness on his legs, the heaviness in his mind, all the pressure, instantly dissipated.

His whole body suddenly became light.

"Shh!"

A ray of golden morning light suddenly appeared ahead.

Immediately, the darkness was dispelled and brilliant light appeared before the eyes!
Then, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and there seemed to be sounds and smells all around him.

The sounds of birds, the fluttering of butterflies’ wings, the fragrance of flowers, and the smell of sunshine.

No more darkness, no more dead silence.

Suddenly, there was color in front of my eyes.

The surroundings are bright, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and it is full of vitality.

Everything seemed to be going so well.

He smelled the charming fragrance of flowers, touched the warm sunshine, felt the clear air, and saw the colorful scenery.

At this moment, the whole world is new, including himself.

But he only paused for a moment, then walked to the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then jumped down!

At the same time, it was as if he jumped down from a nine-story pagoda.

There was no dizziness of falling, no approach of death, no fear, no illusions, everything was so natural.

The whole body felt as if it was floating on the clouds.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

The world in front of him suddenly changed, the atmosphere suddenly changed, the room was dark, but everything was clearly visible in his eyes.

The sandalwood on the table has burned out.

His body sat quietly on the bed, eyes closed, motionless.

The little girl was sleeping at the other end, with one of her snow-white feet sticking out from under the covers, a sleep smile still lingering on the corner of her mouth.

The wind sneaked in through the gap in the window.

He suddenly swayed on the roof, steadied himself, and went back to the wall next to him.

Silently, passing through the wall.

He went back through the wall, came to the dressing mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

However, there was no self in that mirror at all.

He moved clumsily again, up and down, left and right, floating around the room.

Soon, he became proficient and flew everywhere.

Through the wall, through the bed, through the wardrobe, through the table and chair, through the floor...

But strangely, the ground cannot be penetrated.

Even in the state of nothingness of the soul, it felt like it had hit something real and was hard.

He tried to reach out and grab something again, but of course he couldn't grab anything, and his hand passed right through the object.

But suddenly, his eyes turned to the bronze mirror under the pillow.

In his current state of mind, the bronze mirror was different from other objects. It was flickering with a layer of hazy fluorescence.

It is said in the "Soul Cultivation Art" that the soul state can only touch real objects unless it has been cultivated to the level of being able to control objects. Unless there are some treasures specially refined for the soul, they can only touch them.

Luo Zijun's heart moved, and he floated over, reaching out to gently touch the bronze mirror.

To his surprise, as soon as his fingers touched the bronze mirror, he immediately felt a cool breath coming.

This is the feeling of touching the real thing!
He immediately reached out to take it, and picked it up effortlessly.

This bronze mirror is actually a treasure for the soul!
He thought to himself that since the soul could be picked up, it should be possible to chat. But was it just the chat function?

He stretched out his finger, mobilized his soul power, and wrote on the mirror.

Sure enough, the font appeared!
Try sending a message to that psychopath called "Yao Chi Fairy". It should be possible to send it.

He immediately started writing with his fingers and sent it out.

[Fairy, come out]

Hmm? The message was sent, but why is there no name?

Could it be that the soul control is another account?
Wait a moment.

When the message came back, the other party didn't even have a name: [You are]

Huh?
Isn’t that the psychopathic “Fairy of Yaochi”?
Changed to a different person?

Very good!
It turns out that when chatting with the soul, you can change people. Can you change more than one person?

He immediately replied: [What is your name]

After a while.

The other party replied: [Moon Palace Fairy]

Ok? ? ?
The previous one was the “Fairy of Yao Chi” and this one is the “Fairy of Moon Palace”?
Just because you are in the virtual world and can't see each other, are you so unscrupulously and shamelessly narcissistic?
Pooh!
There are no fairies in this world, why didn't he meet any when he went out? All he met were shameless female flower thieves!

At this time, another message came.

Moon Palace Fairy: [What about you?]

Luo Zijun hesitated for a moment and replied: [Human tough guy]

Moon Palace Fairy: [Heh]

Human tough guy: [What are you talking about? You are allowed to call me fairy, but I am not allowed to call you tough guy? ]

Hey, the name changed automatically all of a sudden.

Luo Zijun asked again: [Fairy, how did we add each other? How do I add other people and chat with them? ]

The other party did not reply.

Luo Zijun waited for a while and put down the bronze mirror. As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a chill in his soul. He looked down and was immediately shocked.

The originally strong and vivid soul had become transparent at some point.

There were even cracks on the chest.

The entire soul seemed to be about to break apart!
He suddenly woke up, hurried back to his body, and quickly got in.

As soon as his soul returned to his body, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. Everything went dark in front of his eyes, and he felt dizzy and his head seemed to be exploding.

This is a reaction to too much mental exertion.

The book says that when you first start to cultivate the spirit and soul, after the spirit and soul leave the body, they can only be away from the physical body for a short time, and you must possess the physical body of another living being as soon as possible in order to cultivate.

At the beginning, the soul is in a very weak state. Thunder, the warrior's strong blood and qi, and even cold wind can damage the soul, or even scatter the soul.

Therefore, one must hide in a solid body to be safe.

He rubbed his head.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and soon fell asleep.

The next day.

After getting up in the morning, I felt refreshed and full of energy.

It seems that cultivating the spirit and soul does have many benefits.

After finishing breakfast, he was about to continue practicing in the backyard. At this moment, Zhiyuan suddenly knocked on the door and said, "Sir, do you have time now?"

Xiaohuan hurried to open the door.

Luo Zijun said, "I just finished my meal. Miss San is looking for me?"

Zhiyuan said, "It's not Miss Third, someone is looking for you outside. There are two girls, who seem to be students from West Lake Academy, waiting in the alley outside. I went to invite them into the mansion, but they didn't want to come in."

"West Lake Academy? Two girls?"

Luo Zijun frowned when he heard this and said, "Zhiyuan, just say I'm studying and don't have time."

Zhiyuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Just as he was about to go out to reply, Luo Zijun suddenly said, "Forget it, I'd better go out and take a look."

Zhiyuan smiled slightly and said, "Yeah."

Luo Zijun followed her and walked towards the side door of the alley, secretly guessing that it should be Sun Yaner and Huang Zhaodi.

My brother-in-law had said before that when he went to the academy to ask for leave for him, he met Sun Yaner and Huang Zhaodi, and told them the address where they moved to in the inner city.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually showed up.

Although he hates women now and is unwilling to have contact with other women, the Sun family and their family are old friends after all, so Sun Jintang's attitude towards his sister, brother-in-law and him is still quite good.

Since the other party came to see him, it would be a bit unreasonable to turn him away and not meet him.

Of course, he didn't care.

The main thing is that my sister and brother-in-law may still have contact with the Sun family in the future, and it is impossible for them to break off all ties just because they move into the inner city.

My sister and brother-in-law are not that kind of people.

Thinking this, he soon followed the kite to the side door.

Zhi Yuan stopped at the door and said, "Sir, they are outside. I will not go out. If you want to invite them to come to the mansion to play, that's fine. I can accompany them."

Luo Zijun said: "No, you go back first, I won't bring them into the mansion."

This is not his home.

He still understands this rule.

Although the third young lady admired him very much and would not say anything even if she knew, it is important for people to know themselves so as not to make others dislike them.

Zhiyuan nodded and retreated.

Luo Zijun went out and saw two figures standing in the alley outside the door.

One of them was wearing a blue dress, with a slim figure, fair skin and beautiful looks; the other one was wearing a light yellow dress, with a healthy wheat-colored skin, a round face, big eyes, and a lively and cute look. Both of them were young and beautiful.

It was Sun Yaner and Huang Zhaodi.

When they saw him come out, their eyes lit up.

Huang Zhaodi strode over and said with envy, "Tsk tsk, Luo Zijun, you are so amazing. You actually live in the Duke's Mansion..."

Sun Yaner felt a little uncomfortable and followed slowly behind.

Luo Zijun asked: "Why are you here?"

Huang Zhaodi poked her head in and glanced at the door, as if she wanted to take a look at the scenery inside. She snorted, "Why, can't we come? Now that you have climbed up to the Duke's Mansion, don't you want to recognize us poor friends? Humph, you kissed me and Yan'er, and even touched us."

This girl's voice was threatening, crisp and loud.

Luo Zijun was afraid that people in the mansion would hear her gossiping, so she could only say, "Let's go and talk outside."

Huang Zhaodi deliberately asked, "Why don't you invite us in to take a look?"

Luo Zijun walked out of the alley quickly and said, "It's not my home. I'm just doing things in there. Even I can't go to many places in there."

Huang Zhaodi giggled and said, "I'm just kidding. Just now, that pretty little maid asked us to go in, but we didn't dare to go in. There are all kinds of rules in any noble mansion, let alone the mansion of a dignified duke. Even if you invite us in, we dare not."

Luo Zijun walked outside and asked, "What's the matter?"

Huang Zhaodi was immediately unhappy: "Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do? The academy is on holiday today, and Yan'er and I came to the inner city to play. I just thought of you, so I came to see you. After all, you saved us, and we will always remember your life-saving grace in our hearts. Yan'er even went to carefully select and bought you some fruit cakes."

Luo Zijun turned his head to look.

Sun Yaner followed behind, holding some fruits and gift boxes in her hands. When she saw him looking at her, she lowered her head quickly, blushing a little, and said, "Yes...my father said that if I come to the inner city, let me come and see...see you and Sister Jiaorong..."

Luo Zijun said: "My sister is in Suguo Mansion, but she should be busy making clothes for people now. When I go back later, I will tell her that we will visit your mansion again when we have time."

Sun Yaner said "Oh" and handed the thing in her hand to him.

Luo Zijun took it in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Where are you going to go shopping today? Do you want to..."

"Yes! We want it!"

Before he could finish, Huang Zhaodi said, "Yan'er and I are not familiar with the inner city. We don't know where to go and we might get lost. Luo Zijun, we need you to accompany us! We have finally come here, you won't refuse, right?"

Luo Zijun said, "I'll go find a broker later, give him a few coins, and ask him to take you around. I've just arrived in the inner city not long ago, so I'm not familiar with anywhere."

Huang Zhaodi immediately got angry and asked, "Luo Zijun, why are you still so excessive? Are we still friends?"

Luo Zijun asked in confusion: "When have we ever been friends?"

"you……"

Huang Zhaodi was about to scold him, but suddenly she blinked and stared at him suspiciously for a while, and said, "Luo Zijun, you had become a better and gentle person before, but now you suddenly become like this again. Have you been hurt by a woman again?"

Luo Zijun: “…”

I was insulted by a female flower thief again!
Six times a night!

How can I not hate women?

Of course, this is not the key.

The key is that he doesn't want to go shopping with women, wasting time and life.

Isn't it more practical to practice at home and play with wood than to hang out on the street with women?
Seeing his expression, Sun Yaner thought Huang Zhaodi had guessed correctly. Her eyes flickered and she quickly said, "Zhaodi, stop talking."

Then she couldn't help it, bit her lip, and whispered, "Is it... the girl in the drugstore?"

Luo Zijun looked at her and asked, "What girl from the drugstore?"

Sun Yaner raised her head, looked at him and said, "I went to the pharmacy in the outer city, but it was closed."

Luo Zijun asked: "And then?"

Sun Yaner looked at his face and mustered up the courage to say, "That Miss Su left here, right? She...she is very beautiful. You should like her very much, right?"

Luo Zijun looked at her and asked, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Huang Zhaodi immediately said, "Luo Zijun, Yan'er is just concerned about you, what's your attitude?"

Luo Zijun looked at her and said, "What's your attitude? It would be fine if you didn't kneel down and kowtow to your lifesaver, but you are so fierce. Have your conscience and morals been eaten by dogs?"

Huang Zhaodi: “…”

Sun Yaner's eyes showed a trace of grievance, and her voice turned cold: "It really has nothing to do with me, I just asked casually. If you don't say it, it's nothing."

Luo Zijun said nothing more and continued walking forward.

Soon, we arrived at the street.

Huang Zhaodi snorted coldly from behind, "People don't want you anymore, and you're like this, you have no manliness at all. You're so pretty and talented, won't you go find another woman? There are so many beautiful women in the world, and there are many academies, do you really have to hang yourself on a tree?"

Hearing this, Luo Zijun turned around and said, "Huang Zhaodi, then I'll look for you, is that ok?"

Huang Zhaodi sneered, then puffed out her chest and said, "Sure, why not? You kissed me, touched me, and saved my life. You are handsome and talented. If you come to me, I promise to follow you without hesitation. However, you definitely don't like me. I know myself well."

Luo Zijun said: "It's okay. Although I don't like you, I don't mind you following me. Anyway, we are not getting married. At most, I will play with you for a while, and when I get tired of playing with you, I will dump you and then look for other women. Is that okay with you?"

Huang Zhaodi stopped walking immediately, staring at her with angry eyes, clenched her fists, but soon, she unclenched her fists and sneered, "Sure, of course, I don't care. You play with me, and I play with you. When we get tired of each other, I will dump you first and look for other more handsome men. Humph! Who is afraid of who!"

Then her eyes suddenly lit up again, and she laughed, "Also, I'm going to get pregnant with your child. After I kick you out, I'll find another more handsome man and let your child call that other man daddy. I'll also instigate that other man to beat your child every day, making him cry for his parents and piss you off to death!"

Luo Zijun: “…”

Huang Zhaodi looked at the expression on his face and burst into laughter. She said proudly, "Luo Zijun, you are thick-skinned, but I am thicker-skinned than you. You have a poisonous mouth, but I have a poisonous mouth! Let's see who is afraid of who! Humph, I can't make you angry to death!"

Luo Zijun ignored her and continued walking forward.

Huang Zhaodi said: "Where are we going to play now? I'm hungry and I haven't had breakfast yet."

Luo Zijun glanced ahead and said, "Let's go to the pharmacy."

"pharmacy?"

Huang Zhaodi was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why are you going to the pharmacy? Do you want to get some medicine?"

Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide and said, "Luo Zijun, I just practiced my mouth to be a little more poisonous than yours. Since you can't be more poisonous than me, do you have to get medicine to poison me?"

Luo Zijun didn't bother to pay attention to her and continued walking forward.

Soon, at the corner, the plaque of "Bao'an Hall" appeared.

Some things are better done completely.

Procrastination will only hurt others and yourself and waste each other's time.

(End of this chapter)