Chapter 275

Evening, the setting sun went down.

The heartbroken person was downstairs.

Luo Zijun stumbled out of Chujian Bookstore while rubbing his buttocks, which were pinched until they were covered in bloodstains.

Bi'er and Xiao Lan covered their mouths and giggled inside the shop.

Upstairs, Liu Chujian was standing in front of the window, smiling as she waved and said, "Brother Zijun, aren't you going to eat together?"

"Not eating!"

Luo Zijun replied irritably and strode away.

The Senior Sister was actually hiding in the room!

This girl didn't even warn him, causing him to suffer social death on the spot and get pinched hard.

A gentleman does not let this grudge go unavenged!

Next time, he must definitely torment this naughty girl severely!

Make her cry!

Cry hard!

Make her beg for mercy!

Beg for mercy while crying!

Returning to the Bai Mansion, just as he entered the small courtyard, Zhiyuan told him that Third Miss had come looking for him.

"This servant will go tell Third Miss that Young Master has returned."

Zhiyuan hurried out.

Xiaohuan went to the kitchen to bring out the meal—meat soup, fruit, and other dinner items—and set them on the stone table in the small courtyard.

The food had been brought out long ago and kept warm in the pot, so it could be eaten immediately once served.

The kitchen knew he had a large appetite, so they always prepared plenty of meat for him.

With his current status and position, no one dared to say anything about him eating a bit more meat.

Luo Zijun went to his room to change his clothes first before coming out to eat. While eating, he took a few glances at the increasingly well-developed young girl and suddenly whispered, "Xiaohuan, sneak into Young Master's room tonight. Don't let Zhiyuan know."

Upon hearing this, Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, her cheeks flushed, and she said, "No."

Luo Zijun said, "Then I'll let Zhiyuan go; this Young Master has accumulated a lot of good things here."

Xiaohuan huffed, "Sister Zhiyuan won't go either."

Luo Zijun said deliberately, "You don't know this, but let me tell you secretly: actually, every night while you are asleep, Zhiyuan sneaks into Young Master's room to play with Young Master."

Xiaohuan pouted and said, "I don't believe it."

Luo Zijun said, "Believe it or not, it doesn't matter; anyway, Zhiyuan has a lot of fun playing with Young Master every night."

"Hmph."

"What are you huffing about? Come here, let Young Master kiss your little mouth."

"Young Master is eating."

"It's fine, come here and open your little mouth; Young Master will spit what's in his mouth into yours first."

"Ugh..."

Xiaohuan ignored him further and went to the kitchen to boil water.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the main gate.

Bai Qingtong pushed the door open and entered directly. She looked him up and down and asked suspiciously, "Did Brother-in-law change his clothes after returning? Why change them?"

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched, and he muttered to himself: Women are truly sensitive.

"I was preparing to practice martial arts later, so I changed my clothes. What, do I need to report to you before I change clothes?"

Luo Zijun ate his meal with a natural expression.

Zhiyuan, who followed her in, was quite surprised to see him suddenly adopt such an attitude toward Third Miss.

Xiaohuan was also surprised.

Previously, their Young Master had always been very respectful and polite in front of Third Miss; every time he spoke, he would either bow his head or cup his hands, being courteous, humble, and honest. How did he suddenly become like this...

However, the words and attitude of Third Miss that followed left both of them even more stunned.

"Hmph, I suspect that after Brother-in-law left the palace, he went off to mess around somewhere else. Brother-in-law, confess honestly, where did you go to mess around?"

Bai Qingtong sat down at the table, staring at him with burning eyes.

It was as if her own husband had gone out to cheat and the young wife had spotted clues and was now conducting a severe interrogation.

Luo Zijun did not hide it: "Bookstore."

"What? Brothel? Which brothel?"

Bai Qingtong stood up from her chair all at once.

Luo Zijun was speechless: "Bookstore, Chujian Bookstore. When did I say brothel? Is there something wrong with your ears?"

Bai Qingtong rolled her eyes immediately: "A bookstore is a bookstore, why did Brother-in-law have to say 'book tower'? It's Brother-in-law's tongue that has a problem, hmph!"

Luo Zijun continued to lower his head and eat: "Too lazy to deal with you."

Bai Qingtong huffed: "If you have the ability, then don't deal with me forever! Hmph, I even specially brought you the things you wanted, forget it if you don't want them."

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something, immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and said, "That thing?"

Bai Qingtong crossed her arms and gave a cold huff, saying nothing.

Luo Zijun hurriedly said, "Let's go, go to the room, give it to me secretly."

As he spoke, without further ado, he grabbed her wrist and forcibly dragged her away.

Bai Qingtong immediately struggled: "Brother-in-law, what are you doing? Men and women should not touch when giving or receiving, not to mention we are sister-in-law and brother-in-law!"

Luo Zijun said, "There are no outsiders here."

As he spoke, he pulled her directly into the house and entered the room.

Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan were in the small courtyard, staring in dumbfounded silence, looking at each other.

Since when did their Young Master and the Third Miss become like this?

"Brother-in-law, no..."

"What do you mean no? Give it to me quickly!"

"No, I won't give it!"

"Don't dawdle, give it to me quickly!"

"I want to dawdle! I want to dawdle! Who told you to be so fierce just now, Brother-in-law, hmph!"

Inside the room, the voices of the two could be heard.

Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan had their little mouths agape, stunned for a moment, until Zhiyuan suddenly reacted and hurriedly went over to bolt the courtyard gate.

Xiaohuan also went over to bolt the wooden door leading to the adjacent small courtyard.

"Brother-in-law, this is a girl's most precious and private thing, how can you force me to give it to you? I am your sister-in-law, after all!"

"Weren't you the one who offered to give it to me?"

"But, I've changed my mind."

"Changing your mind is invalid!"

"Hmph, if you have the ability, Brother-in-law, take it yourself! See if you dare!"

The sound of the argument in the room drifted out from the window.

Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan dared not listen any longer and hurriedly covered their ears, terrified of hearing something they shouldn't.

After a moment.

Bai Qingtong finally came out of the room with a flushed face, turned her head to look inside and said, "Brother-in-law, I have given you my most precious and private thing, if you are fierce to me again next time, hmph, I will tell my sister about this!"

Having said that, she left the small courtyard with a flushed face.

Luo Zijun put away the items in the room before walking out.

Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan looked at him with strange expressions, appearing as if they wanted to ask something but dared not.

Luo Zijun said, "Don't think too much, I just asked her for a few things."

Xiaohuan couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, what things did you ask the Third Miss for?"

A dudou and silk socks—could I tell you that?

Luo Zijun sighed secretly in his heart and said, "Some common items, she has plenty of them, it's nothing rare."

After saying this, he continued to the small courtyard to eat.

Xiaohuan and Zhiyuan exchanged a glance, and seeing that he did not want to say more, they did not dare to ask further.

After finishing his meal, Luo Zijun went to the backyard to practice.

With his soul becoming stronger, his energy was naturally more vigorous, and all the potentials of his body could be unleashed to the fullest.

It was not until he was drenched in sweat that he finished his practice and went for a Medicine Bath.

After the Medicine Bath, he took another shower and changed into clean robes before returning to his room.

At this moment, his body suddenly became feverish again.

Perhaps the medicine had taken effect, or perhaps because he had slain the evil ghost, his soul had grown stronger, his Qi and blood had grown stronger, and his energy was more abundant; the short practice in the evening had not consumed much energy, but instead stirred up a desire for the power within his body to be released.

He lay on the bed and took several deep breaths, trying to regulate himself, only to find it even more unbearable.

A raging flood is better diverted than blocked.

He immediately got out of bed, intending to go to the next room to chat with the two little maids and divert his attention.

At this moment, the door to the next room suddenly opened.

A burst of footsteps came, then the footsteps left the room, walked down the corridor, and went into the small courtyard.

Luo Zijun hurriedly opened his door and followed them out.

"Ah, Young Master..."

Zhiyuan was relieving herself behind the flower bed and was startled to see him come out.

Luo Zijun made a "shh" sound and said, "Come to my room later, I have something to tell you."

Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and upon seeing the look in his eyes, she immediately understood; her face flushed with two spots of red, and she said shyly, "Young Master, let's go to our room, Xiaohuan isn't wearing clothes."

Luo Zijun said, "The bed in your room is too small, it's not comfortable."

Zhiyuan said nothing more; just as she stood up and fastened her clothes, she was scooped up by him and carried back into the room.

"Young Master, Xiaohuan she..."

"Never mind that girl, let's go play and make her drool with envy."

"..."

The door closed.

Luo Zijun carried her onto the bed and let down the curtains.

In the next room.

Xiaohuan was sitting on the bed, learning to recognize characters.

After she finished practicing the characters on several sheets of rice paper, she discovered that Zhiyuan still hadn't returned, and felt a bit puzzled.

She lifted the quilt, got off the bed, walked to the window, opened it, and called out softly toward the outside, "Sister Zhiyuan..."

However, the small courtyard was empty, the night was pitch black, and no one responded.

"Ah..."

Just as Xiaohuan was about to call out again, she suddenly heard a strange sound.

It sounded like... it was coming from the next room.

She blinked her large eyes, suddenly realizing.

"Wuu... bad Young Master..."

She immediately pouted, a bit angry, but soon, she was made red-faced by bursts of sound.

Hesitating for a moment, she stood on tiptoe, quietly went over to open the room door, then quietly walked out, came to the door of the room next door, and sneakily pressed her ear against it.

One hour later, the wind calmed and the waves settled.

Xiaohuan was red-faced and her heart was in a chaotic mess; just as she was about to leave quietly, the door suddenly opened with a "creak," and then, a hand reached out from inside, grabbed her, and pulled her in.

"Ah—"

Xiaohuan was so frightened she let out an involuntary cry.

"Little girl, what are you screaming for? It's this Young Master, not a ghost!"

Luo Zijun was speechless and threw her petite body directly onto the bed.

Xiaohuan said in a panic: "Young Master, isn't Ziyuan sister there..."

At this moment, Ziyuan revealed her head from the quilt; a strand of hair at her temple was messily stuck, damp, to her flushed cheek and the corner of her mouth, and her pair of teary eyes looked at her pitifully, pleading with a trembling voice: "Xiaohuan, save... save me..."

Xiaohuan widened her eyes.

At the same time.

Yaohua Palace, a certain luxurious room.

Having just finished bathing, the Queen, draped in a thin red gauze dress, was sitting gracefully before a long desk, flipping through a book on the art of war on the table.

That head of jet-black long hair was draped diagonally over her towering chest, smooth and beautiful like black silk; that charming and alluring face, under the reflection of the lamplight, was as beautiful as a flower; beneath the red dress, a pair of bare jade feet were snow-white, delicate, slender, and exquisite, like a pair of perfect works of art.

She sat there quietly, her eyelashes blinking slightly, her chest rising and falling gently, as if she were a soul-stirring poem or painting.

After finishing the entire book on the art of war, she pondered for a while, her gaze involuntarily turning to the wrist that had been touched by him during the day; she stared blankly for a long while, then suddenly sighed softly and muttered to herself: "It seems that this palace is becoming more and more unable to leave him..."

(End of this chapter)