This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 97: White Snake leaves, strange bronze mirror
The sun sets.

When it was almost dark, Luo Zijun returned home with a heavy heart.

The atmosphere at home is not right.

My sister sat alone in the yard, sighing.

My brother-in-law was picking vegetables quietly in the kitchen, peeking outside from time to time, but not daring to say a word.

Xiaohuan helped to light the fire in the kitchen.

As for Baibai and Qingqing, no one knew where they went.

"Zijun, Bai'er and Qing'er are gone."

When Luo Zijun was about to ask, his sister sighed and told him the news.

Then he handed him another letter.

"This is left for you for nothing."

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, took the letter, and looked at the ugly words on it that were crooked and looked like they were written by chicken claws.

"Brother Zijun:
Baibai left, and Qingqing also left.

Since Brother Zijun dislikes Baibai, then Baibai won’t stay here for you to dislike.

Since Baibai has left, Qingqing will naturally leave as well.

Even though my brother likes the older one, Qingqing and Baibai will always be together and will never be separated.

Don’t worry, brother.

Although Baibai is gone, Baibai's heart still remains with her brother.

When Baibai grows up, he will come back to find his brother.

As for where Baibai and Qingqing will go, don’t worry, brother, we will find a good place to eat.

My brother must study hard and try to become the top scholar in the imperial examination.

When my brother becomes the top scorer in high school, maybe Baibai will come back with the big Qingqing.

By then, Baibai will also become big.

We two sisters will serve our big brother together when the time comes, okay?

Goodbye, brother.

————I will always think of my brother’s Baibai and Qingqing.”

After reading the letter, Luo Zijun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the bond still exists, there's no problem.

"Zijun, what should we do?"

Luo Jiaorong had a bitter face, looking as if a cooked duck suddenly flew away, and they were two cute little ducks.

Luo Zijun comforted her, "It's okay. There are many better fish in the sea. I will find another one when the time comes."

Luo Jiaorong slapped him on the body and glared at him, "What are you looking for? I've said it for nothing. I'll come back with Qingqing to find you when the time comes!"

Luo Zijun said: "That's right, let's wait."

Luo Jiaorong thought about it for a moment, and felt something was wrong. She suddenly slapped him again: "Who knows when the two sisters will come back? Maybe they won't come back! If you keep waiting, won't you be single?"

Luo Zijun nodded again and said, "Sister is right."

Luo Jiaorong glared at him and wanted to hit him again, but Luo Zijun had already run away: "Sister, saying you are right is not enough, then I won't listen to you."

"you dare!"

Luo Jiaorong glared at him and said, "We can get married later, but you and Xiaohuan must give me a nephew as soon as possible!"

Li Zhengshan couldn't help but said in the kitchen: "How can you force someone to do something like this?"

Luo Zijun immediately said: "By the way, sister and brother-in-law, I think you can give me a nephew as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengshan immediately said, "Madam, keep pushing him! This kid has to be pushed hard!"

"..."

Luo Zijun ignored the couple who had begun to "share a common hatred for the enemy".

He immediately went into the house and hid in the room.

Take out the storage bag.

Looking at the poison and silver left for her by her senior sister, she suddenly felt lost and empty.

He used to think that he didn't belong here, and everything here had nothing to do with him.

Only now did he realize that this was his real home.

And everything here is the most real and the most important thing for him.

His sister, brother-in-law, master and senior sisters all treated him kindly.

Even the Miss Liu, whom he met by chance, was willing to give him everything she had without reservation.

Aren’t these the most real and sincere feelings?

He thought he had gotten used to loneliness, coldness, and ruthlessness, and would never have any feelings for anyone again.

But now, all this warmth remains in his heart.

He was not a ruthless person.

It was just that wisp of soul that drifted to another world, feeling some coldness and ruthlessness, which made him think that this was how the world should be.

In fact, it might just be a small strange experience in life.

The world should be a warm place.

His previous hostility and indifference were his dissatisfaction with that world, and he shouldn't have brought it here.

Ok?
He suddenly saw the blood-colored jade pendant and the bronze mirror in the storage bag again.

My sister said that she found this on him when she picked him up.

Who left this to him?
Was it left to him by his original parents, or... by the owner of the snake skin? Or, was it his parents who wrapped him in the snake skin?
He took out the blood-colored jade pendant and the bronze mirror from his storage bag.

The jade pendant seemed to be stained red with blood.

The surface is smooth and round, and inside is covered with dense blood vessels. Under the swaying light, it seems as if blood is flowing inside.

It looks a little scary.

He looked at the bronze mirror again.

The bronze mirror was about the size of a palm, with some strange patterns engraved on the back and the front...

Huh?
The surface of this bronze mirror cannot actually reflect people.

strangeness.

He quickly stood up, walked under the light, and pointed the bronze mirror at his face again.

But the strange thing was that there was no change in the mirror. He couldn't see his face or anything behind him.

He quickly turned the mirror to other objects.

Table, wall, window, bed...

He tried everything in the room, but couldn't get anything to come in!
Isn't it a mirror?

He was puzzled and stroked the mirror carefully with his fingers.

Cool, smooth and spotless.

It looks no different than a mirror.
If not a mirror, what is it?
He studied it carefully for a long time, but did not find any clues.

At this time, Xiaohuan shouted outside the door: "Master, it's time to eat."

Luo Zijun thought about it and took the bronze mirror out.

"Sister, brother-in-law, isn't this a mirror? Why can't it reflect people?"

He showed the bronze mirror in his hand to his sister and brother-in-law.

Luo Jiaorong took a look and said, "It is indeed very strange. It looks like a mirror, but it can't reflect people. At the beginning, your brother-in-law and I also looked at it for a long time, but we didn't know what it was."

Li Zhengshan sat down at the table, poured a glass of wine, and said, "I thought it was some kind of treasure before, and even went out to ask someone, but no one knew. I guess it's just a mirror, but it can't reflect people."

Luo Jiaorong rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are so stupid. How can it be called a mirror if it can't reflect people?"

Li Zhengshan ignored her, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, smacked his lips, and muttered softly: "It's not surprising that a tiger that doesn't bite can be called a tigress."

"Li Zhengshan! What are you mumbling about? What tigress?"

"No, I... I'm talking about the tigress on Jingyang Ridge. I will subdue her sooner or later."

"you……"

Luo Zijun hurriedly tried to stop the fight: "Sister and brother-in-law, come on, let's eat."

Li Zhengshan quickly lowered his head to eat and dared not say another word.

Luo Jiaorong glared at the two of them angrily for a while before giving up.

Her two beautiful sisters-in-law suddenly ran away, and the neighbors were talking about it behind her back. She had no appetite at all tonight.

"You guys eat."

She stood up, went back to her room, and slammed the door.

Luo Zijun and her brother-in-law looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Zhengshan whispered, "Zijun, this incident has made your sister lose face. You must compensate her as soon as possible."

Luo Zijun asked: "How to compensate?"

Li Zhengshan poured the wine and said, "How else can I make up for it? Bringing back a wife as soon as possible, or having a child with Xiaohuan as soon as possible, both are fine."

Luo Zijun didn't say anything else.

Both of these compensations are unlikely for him now.

He certainly can't get married now.

If he gets married, the white snake will definitely give up completely if it knows about it. Then the mission will be successful, and something will fly out of his body, even his soul, and he will become stupid.

As for having a child with Xiaohuan, that is even more impossible.

He is too weak now.

There are one or several terrible enemies hidden in the city of Lin'an.

How can he dare to have a child when he can't even protect himself now?

after eating.

He returned to the room, took out the bronze mirror again, and studied it carefully. He poured some water on the mirror.

Then he wiped it clean and shone the light on himself again, but still no reaction.

Then, he smashed the mirror against the corner of the table and found that the mirror was very hard. Not only did it not break, there was not even a trace of it left on it.

Could it really be a treasure?

He hesitated for a moment, then raised the mirror again and smashed it hard against the corner of the table.

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, the mirror was still intact.

He was surprised and took out a dagger from his arms. He scratched the smooth mirror with the sharp tip of the dagger.

However, there was still no trace left on the mirror.

It is indeed a treasure!

Since it is a treasure...

He suddenly thought of the knowledge he had read before.

Drops of blood!

Do it when you think of it!

He immediately used the dagger to cut a little flesh on his fingertips, squeezing out a drop of blood that fell onto the surface of the bronze mirror.

A miracle is about to happen!

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds, one stick of incense...

He was almost falling asleep waiting, but the mirror still didn't respond at all.

There was no movement at all on that drop of blood.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He couldn't help but lose his temper and punched the mirror a few times, which made him grimace in pain.

so hard!

Harder than me!

He suddenly thought of a way to use it. When fighting against an enemy, he could hold it in his palm and use it as a brick to hit the other person on the head. He could also use it to fight with others.

He is also good at cracking walnuts.

Of course, it can also be used as a breastplate, hidden inside clothes to protect the heart.

Many uses.

but……

It always feels so tasteless.

"Squeak..."

The door opens.

The little maid, who had washed herself clean and smelled fragrant, came in shyly.

"Sir, the lady said..."

"I told you to eat fart, go to sleep!"

Luo Zijun placed the bronze mirror on the table, letting the drop of blood continue to lie on the mirror surface, preparing to see if there would be any reaction tomorrow.

Since it is so hard, it must be something extraordinary.

Maybe he hasn't found the right way to activate it yet.

The master and the servant, each with their own thoughts, went to bed and slept separately.

Just lie down.

The little maid could not wait to get up, crawled from under the quilt into his arms, blinked her big watery eyes, and said pitifully: "Sir, the lady said that if I can't get pregnant again, she will sell me."

Luo Zijun pinched her tender cheek and said, "It's good to sell it. Maybe it will be sold to a good family. You can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day, and you don't have to do odd jobs anymore."

"Oh, sir, I don't want to joke with you. I want to..."

"call……"

"If you snore again, I will bite you!"

"Don't……"

"Humph!"

"Xiao Huan, giving birth to a child is something that must be considered carefully and not done lightly. After a child is born, he or she needs to be fed, protected, educated, accompanied, and needs all kinds of emotional care. Do you know how difficult that is?"

"Young Master, you are lying to me again. So many people have given birth to children. Aren't those neighbors giving birth one after another and everything is fine?"

"We are human beings, not animals. When we give birth to a child, we cannot just feed him a meal to keep him from starving to death. We also need..."

"No matter what, I will give birth to a child for you!"

"Give birth, give birth! Give birth to it for me now! Now, immediately, right now! Give birth!"

"..."

"Why don't you give birth?"

"Sir... the book says that dry land can only grow crops after it has been washed by storms, moistened by rain, and then sown with seeds... I need you to wash and moisten it first..."

"Xiao Huan, how come this young master finds that you are becoming more and more indecent?"

"Oh... no, I... I'm just not serious with you, sir."

"Okay, go to sleep. Let's talk about having children in a few years. I don't want one right now."

"Then... then we can hold off on giving birth for now. I want to be with you, young master..."

"Stop fantasizing!"

Luo Zijun rubbed her little face, picked up her petite body, threw her to the other side, and said, "Let's talk about it when you grow up."

The little maid immediately whined, "The slave girl is already very big."

"Is yours bigger than Miss Qingqing's, or your sister Ling'er's?"

"..."

The little maidservant fell silent immediately.

Luo Zijun was afraid that she would be sad, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiao Huan, wait a little longer, wait... wait until we buy a big house so that sister can't hear it anymore."

"Sir, when can we buy it?"

"It will be soon. Go to sleep."

The little maid sighed softly.

Luo Zijun also sighed secretly in his heart.

The experiences in that world made him always be prepared for danger.

Especially in this environment.

This is definitely not the time to indulge in pleasure.

I thought about it for a long time.

After the little maid fell asleep with worries, he sat up from the bed and continued to practice.

In the sea of ​​pills.

The internal force seed, which was the size of a mung bean, was slowly flashing a milky white light and was continuing to grow.

The skin all over his body soon began to heat up.

Fourth watch time.

He put away his skills and prepared to go to sleep.

But at this moment, he felt a little hot inside, and the blood was flowing all over his body, making him feel a little excited.

In particular, there was a sweet, soft and cute little girl sleeping in the quilt.

"call……"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying his best to suppress the desire in his heart.

"Women are all skeletons, rotting corpses, disgusting filth, and hideous goblins..."

He kept reminding himself in his heart.

At the same time, he forced himself to picture those horrific scenes in his mind.

Finally, after a long time, he calmed down.

However, at this moment, the little girl sleeping on the other side suddenly talked in her sleep, then turned over and put one leg on his leg, with her delicate little girl's jade foot placed in a strange position.

Luo Zijun suddenly felt a little lost.

Outside the window, the moon is high in the sky.

The room was as quiet as before.

After a long while, Luo Zijun was speechless and finally fell asleep exhausted.

And at this time.

In the darkness, a line of small words suddenly appeared on the bronze mirror placed on the table in front of the window: [Who are you].

at the same time.

In a mansion, a courtyard in the inner city.

A thin man was sitting at a stone table in the yard drinking wine.

A figure walked in from the main gate and knelt down to report: "I have found out that the genius student Luo Zijun mentioned by the West Lake Academy today is the younger brother of Li Zhengshan and Luo Jiaorong."

After hearing this, the thin man showed no other expression on his face.

After taking a sip of wine, he said calmly, "I didn't expect that we didn't beat him to death that time, but we made him a scholar... Never mind, although the master didn't say anything, we servants should have some insight. It would be fine if the boy was just ordinary, but now he has passed the exam to become a scholar and a genius in West Lake Academy. We naturally can't let him continue to grow."

"Go ahead, find a few clean people, preferably some ruffians with bad records, and don't go too close to the city. It doesn't matter if they are disabled, dead, or disappeared."

"Yes."

The figure in black retreated respectfully.

The thin man continued to drink and eat a plate of pickles with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't take the matter to heart.

(End of this chapter)