Chapter 116: The Wealthy Heiress Confesses, Ambiguity in the Small Building at Night

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

In the backyard of a small courtyard within the Anguo Mansion, the sounds of fist practice had already begun to drift out.

It had been five days.

Luo Zijun had not stepped out for five days.

With one medicinal pill and two bowls of tonic every day, his body had finally returned to normal.

Today, he was full of vigor and could no longer hold back.

Therefore, before the sky was even bright, he had already risen and come to the backyard to practice his punches.

As he went through a set of boxing techniques, he felt refreshed and invigorated.

His face was not flushed, and he was not panting.

Most importantly, his kidneys no longer ached, his legs were no longer weak, and his spirit was exceptionally full.

"Swish!"

He did not stop, continuing to practice his punches.

His entire body's skin and flesh were constantly tensed, exerting force, and tensing again; under the constant input and eruption of Internal Energy, they received the most perfect tempering.

Once, twice, three times...

Until the morning light suddenly appeared.

Until the sun climbed from the distant green mountains to the center of the sky without him noticing.

It was noon.

Luo Zijun's skin was entirely crimson, as if flames were burning all over his body; he felt warm and hot, and it felt as if not only his body but even his soul were burning along with it.

There was a sense of pleasure in having his blood boil and his fighting spirit soar.

When he walked in front of Xiaohuan, the young girl suddenly hissed, unconsciously took a few steps back, and exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, you are so hot."

The two did not touch.

Half a meter apart, she already felt a scorching aura rushing toward her.

At this moment, Luo Zijun finally understood what was said in that book, "Soul Cultivation": when one's blood and Qi are strong, they are like a raging fire; evil spirits are terrified, and ghosts avoid them.

A heart full of hot blood can destroy ghosts and gods.

Women have weak Qi, empty souls, and dense yin energy; if they encounter someone with strong blood and Qi, they will unconsciously feel timid, cowardly, physically weak, and spiritually fearful.

But if the two know each other and have a close relationship, the woman will feel at ease, her soul will feel warm, and she will want to be even closer.

"Young Master, your skin has turned red."

Xiaohuan opened her eyes wide with curiosity, stretched out a finger, and touched his exposed arm, immediately hissing again, saying, "So hot, even more than the young master..."

"Hmm?"

Luo Zijun looked at her with a twitching mouth.

Why does this girl always make suggestive remarks now?

The young girl immediately blushed, bit her pink lips, and giggled, saying, "This servant will go boil water for Young Master to bathe."

Saying this, her heart pounding like a little deer, she ran into the kitchen.

She secretly rejoiced in her heart: "Young Master is becoming more and more robust, and his body seems to have recovered..."

"No need, I still have to practice in the afternoon; I'll wash tonight."

Luo Zijun went straight to the well to take a cold shower.

He rested for a while.

The redness and scorching heat on his body finally gradually faded away.

Ziyuan had already brought the food.

Xiaohuan heated it up a little in the pot, and the two began to eat.

After finishing the meal.

Luo Zijun rested for a while, chatted with the Young Maid for a bit, and then returned to the backyard to begin practicing.

The sun soon fell to the edge of the sky.

At this time, Luo Zijun had squeezed out the power in his body and the potential in his muscles; his entire body was soaked in sweat, and the muscles all over his body were twitching uncontrollably, aching incomparably.

He had Xiaohuan boil water and soak the medicine.

Soon, he took off his clothes and entered the wooden tub.

The moment the scorching and thick medicinal juice wrapped around his body, he couldn't help but tremble and moan comfortably; at the same time, he unexpectedly and inexplicably recalled that night, a certain moment, a certain instant of feeling in the temple.

Ptooey!

Luo Zijun clenched his fists and shook his head hard, wanting to shake away that shameful scene in his mind.

He closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the touch and soaking of the medicinal juice.

His tired and injured body was soon relieved and repaired, and the emptied power in his body also began to recover rapidly.

What good medicine indeed.

By the time the medicinal juice in the tub cooled down, it was already getting dark outside.

Luo Zijun got out of the tub, rinsed off with clean water, put on a clean set of clothes, and then went out.

He prepared to go to the Chujian Bookstore first to write a new story for that Liu.

He had returned all the silver to his senior sister, and now his pockets were empty; he had no money and had to continue earning money to buy medicine.

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

And by the way, see the world of other martial artists.

Thinking this, he exited the small alley.

He turned left and right, circled many times, and after confirming that no one was following him, he walked out of the alley from the opposite direction and hurried into the Chujian Bookstore.

Inside the bookstore.

Xiao Lan was holding a rag, diligently wiping the counter.

When Luo Zijun entered, she was just about to speak, but after seeing his appearance clearly, she hurriedly prepared to call out toward the upstairs.

Luo Zijun hurriedly said, "Shh... I will go up myself."

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

If it were any other man, she naturally would not let him go up so casually, but this person was different.

She had seen clearly how the Young Miss would be absent-minded every day when she could not wait for him.

Moreover, having heard from Sister Bi'er that this was the very Young Master who had redeemed the Young Miss from Tianxiang Pavilion with a few poems, his relationship with the Young Miss went without saying.

Luo Zijun walked upstairs without a sound.

And on the second floor.

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

The dim, yellow light illuminated her slender and graceful figure, as well as her beautiful and delicate face.

Her eyes looked somewhat lonely.

Luo Zijun arrived upstairs.

Bi'er was holding a rag, diligently wiping the bookshelf; upon seeing him, she was stunned for a moment, then her face filled with surprise, and just as she was about to speak, she saw him raise his index finger and quietly make a "shh" sound.

Bi'er glanced at the Young Miss who was still standing blankly in front of the window, pouted her little mouth, and did not speak again.

Luo Zijun walked to the window without a sound and stood behind that beautiful silhouette.

A faint, unique fragrance of a young girl drifted into his nose.

Luo Zijun extended a finger and gently tapped the fragrant shoulder of the girl in front of him.

Liu Chujian, who was staring blankly at the night outside the window, did not turn her head and said in a low, dejected tone, "Bi'er, you go to sleep 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 said in a low voice, "That day, I shouldn't have given him all one thousand taels of silver. If I had given him one hundred taels at a time, he probably would have come often..."

The words Luo Zijun had prepared to greet her came to an abrupt halt.

He opened his mouth, looking at the beautiful and lonely side profile of the girl before him, listening to the wistfulness and disappointment in her words, and thinking of the girl's past affection, his originally calm heart felt as if a stone had suddenly been cast into it, and ripples surged instantly.

Outside the window, the night fell, still noisy.

Inside the window, the faint fragrance drifted, silent and still.

Bi'er finally could not help but speak up to remind her: "Young Miss, Young Master Luo has already arrived."

The young girl stood blankly in front of the window, seemingly not believing it, still looking out the window with dim eyes, and said softly, "Bi'er, go to sleep quickly, don't lie to me, I have been watching here the whole time."

From this window, one could see the street outside.

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

"Miss Chujian, are you waiting for me?"

Luo Zijun suddenly spoke.

The girl in front of the window felt her delicate body tremble suddenly, then she slowly turned her head, her beautiful and delicate face full of astonishment. She blinked blankly, seemingly still finding it hard to believe.

"I came from another direction."

Luo Zijun explained softly.

Facing her eyes that suddenly lit up with brilliance and her beautiful face that unconsciously revealed a look of surprise, he suddenly felt a bit flustered.

"Miss Chujian, I have a new story I want to write down today; I wonder if Miss Chujian has time now?"

He did not stand there any longer; after speaking calmly, he went over and sat down at the table, preparing to write the book.

Liu Chujian blinked her eyes, suddenly jolted awake, thinking of the words she had just said with her back to him; her fair face was instantly covered in a blush, and she was both shy and anxious, flustered and stammering, "Young Master Luo, I... I just now..."

"Miss Chujian, do you have brush, ink, paper, and an Inkstone? I have other things to do later."

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

Liu Chujian was startled for a moment, then hurriedly said with a blushing face, "Yes, I do!"

!

Saying this, she hurriedly went into the room to get them herself.

However, after she entered the room, she hid inside, the more she thought about it the shyer she felt, the more she thought about it the more shameful it seemed, and she dared not go out for a long time.

Bi'er regretted not reminding her in advance and had no choice but to go in and persuade her: "Young Miss, what are you afraid of? Since it's already been said, just go out and ask him uprightly to see what he means."

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

Liu Chujian hid in the corner of the room, covering her shy, red, and burning cheeks, shaking her head, feeling so ashamed and annoyed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never appear again.

Then she hurriedly added, "Bi'er, you quickly take the things out..."

Bi'er was helpless, sighed, and had to take the brush, ink, paper, and Inkstone out herself.

When she placed these things on the table, she endured it for a while, but finally could not help but ask, "Young Master Luo, do you have anything you want to say to my Young Miss?"

Hearing this, Luo Zijun paused, reached out to spread the rice paper, pressed the top left corner with the Inkstone, and then picked up the ink stick to begin grinding the ink.

Only then did he look up and say, "I do, have Miss Chujian come out to help grind the ink."

"Ah?"

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

Luo Zijun said, "Only if Miss Chujian grinds the ink will I be able to write faster."

Upon hearing this, Bi'er immediately became angry: "Young Master Luo, you... how can you let my Young Miss grind the ink? You are being too excessive!"

Luo Zijun said, "What is excessive about this? Miss Chujian and I are friends; I write, she grinds the ink, isn't that a matter of course?"

Bi'er glared at him angrily, snatched the ink stick, and said, "This servant will help you grind it!"

Luo Zijun said, "You won't do."

Bi'er was stunned and asked in confusion, "Why won't this servant do? It's not like I don't know how."

Luo Zijun looked at her and said, "You keep pouting your little mouth, looking all puffed up, and I don't feel very comfortable looking at that. If I'm not comfortable, I certainly can't write well. It's better to let your young lady come and grind the ink."

Bi'er suddenly let out a "pfft" of laughter, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Then this servant will just stop pouting."

Luo Zijun said, "That won't do either. You have anger in your heart, and I don't feel comfortable smelling that either."

Bi'er hummed, "Can you even smell the anger in someone's heart?"

Luo Zijun said with a straight face, "Of course. Have you heard the saying? Laughter can make a person beautiful, while anger can make a person ugly. You were originally a pretty and cute little girl, but now you've suddenly become hideous and very ugly. Can I not tell?"

"Pfft..."

Bi'er let out another "pfft" of laughter and could no longer stay angry. She coquettishly scolded, "Young Master Luo just loves to talk nonsense, hmph!"

Luo Zijun said, "Which part was nonsense? Was it nonsense to say you were originally pretty, or nonsense to say you were originally cute?"

Bi'er suddenly giggled and said, "Neither was nonsense; I am indeed pretty and cute."

Luo Zijun said, "Look, it's clearly you who is talking nonsense."

Bi'er was immediately amused to the point where she couldn't stop laughing. She had no choice but to reach out and gently pat him, saying, "Young Master Luo is so annoying."

Luo Zijun stopped abruptly and ignored her further.

At this moment, Liu Chujian came out from the room, her pretty face still retaining two blushes, beautiful as a flower. She smiled and said, "Bi'er, go take a rest; I will help Young Master Luo grind the ink."

Bi'er hurriedly smiled and complained, "Young Lady, Young Master Luo said this servant is hideous and very ugly."

Liu Chujian looked at her carefully, her eyes smiling as she said, "When you were angry just now, it was indeed like that, but now, you don't look ugly when you smile."

Bi'er immediately pouted her little mouth and said, "Hmph, you two are in cahoots. I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going to sleep!"

After saying this, she left with a smile.

Liu Chujian watched her cheerful back disappear into the room before turning her head to look at the youth in front of her, a smile on her lips as she said, "I didn't expect Young Master Luo to be so good at coaxing people to be happy."

Luo Zijun said, "I'm just speaking the truth. We scholars only know how to speak the truth."

Liu Chujian nodded with a smile, "Yes, Young Master Luo is a scholar who only speaks the truth and never deceives anyone. Last time you said you would come here often, and then, you almost forgot to come at all."

"Cough, cough, grind the ink!"

Luo Zijun picked up his brush, preparing to start writing.

After such joking and laughing, the previous awkwardness had vanished into thin air.

Liu Chujian looked at him with a smile again before sitting down beside him. She stretched out her snow-white, slender, and delicate jade hand, picked up the black ink stick, and began to grind it gently in the Inkstone.

"There is a little too little water; it will be quite dry to grind."

Luo Zijun glanced at it and said.

Liu Chujian said "Oh," and hurriedly used her other hand to add some tea water.

The ink mixed with tea water, when used for writing, not only carried a rich ink fragrance but also a hint of tea fragrance. If paired with a good essay, it would make one feel refreshed and relaxed.

"Grind quickly at first; once the ink is even, then grind slowly."

"Mm."

Under the lamplight, the young girl replied softly. While her jade hand ground the ink, her eyes stole glances at his handsome cheeks.

Luo Zijun dipped his brush in ink and began to write.

The ink, carrying the fragrance of ink and tea, fell gently onto the snow-white rice paper with the soft tip of the brush, quickly outlining delicate and beautiful little characters.

Luo Zijun was writing very seriously.

The young girl beside him was watching very seriously.

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

Those touching, limpid eyes were filled entirely with his delicate and focused face.

The room was quiet and silent.

Time passed quietly.

Bi'er poked her head out from the room, took a secret look outside, and then quietly pulled her head back in.

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

"It's drying up, add water."

"Oh."

The young girl snapped out of it, hurriedly added water, and accelerated her grinding speed.

Her fair, slender fingers were already stained with black ink, but those bright, charming eyes were still sparkling, as if they were sprinkled with sunlight.

The expression between her brows became increasingly gentle and soft.

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

His tone was gentle, and his gaze was gentle.

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

At this moment, the young girl's heart suddenly fluttered like a startled deer, beating a bit faster, her breathing becoming a bit more rapid, and two shallow blushes climbed onto her cheeks again, hot and warm.

She gently bit her pink lips and took another secret look at him.

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

He did not know what kind of ripples his unconscious gentleness just now had stirred in the heart of the young girl beside him, who already harbored feelings for him.

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

The street also gradually became quiet.

In the small building, the dim and warm lamplight was still burning.

The youth and the young girl in the room were still sitting quietly at the table, one holding a brush to write, the other holding the ink to grind gently, silent, yet the atmosphere was extraordinary.

The young girl's gaze remained fixed on the youth.

In those pitch-black, gentle pupils, besides the slightly flickering lamplight, they were completely filled with his shadow.

(End of this chapter)