"Xuan'er didn't come?"
Ling Qingzhu shook her head and said softly, "Master said that she would personally bring Xuan'er here later."
Luo Heng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
That Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace Master loves Xuan'er so much that it makes sense to take him with him personally.
Ying Xiaoxiao sat aside, listening to the conversation between the two, feeling a little confused.
Xuan'er? Who is this?
She looked at her sister, trying to find the answer on her face.
Ying Huanhuan noticed her sister's gaze, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a few words.
Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly widened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his cold face.
She suddenly turned her head to look at Luo Heng and Ling Qingzhu, her eyes flicking back and forth between them, her lips slightly opened, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word.
Daughter? The daughter of Luo Heng and Ling Qingzhu? Almost three years old?
Ying Xiaoxiao felt that his brain was shutting down at this moment.
She subconsciously took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, trying to calm down her expression, but the shock still remained in her cold eyes.
If this information were to be released, the whole Eastern Xuan Region would explode. Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace Young Palace Master gave birth to a daughter out of wedlock, and the father of the child is Dao Sect Grand Disciple... The explosion of this news would be tens of thousands of times more explosive than Sect Tournament itself!
Ying Huanhuan Seeing her sister pretending to be calm but unable to hide her shock, he couldn't help but snicker, tugged at her sleeves, and whispered, "Sister, open your mouth wider, flies will fly in."
Ying Xiaoxiao then reacted, glared at his sister, quickly closed his mouth, and returned to his cold look, but his ears were quietly stained with a layer of crimson.
She looked at Luo Heng and found that this guy was looking at her with a smile, an expression of "I know you are shocked, but don't be shocked yet".
Ying Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, tried to make his voice sound normal, and said, "Congratulations."
Luo Heng smiled and did not answer.
Ling Qingzhu is quite calm. Since she decided to speak out, she is not afraid of others knowing.
Su Rou stood aside, watching this scene, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
She was one of the first people to know about this matter. She had already passed the shock stage, and now she was laughing secretly in her heart when she looked at Ying Xiaoxiao trying to stay calm.
When she knew him before, her expression was the same as hers.
"Xuan'er is almost three years old, which is the age to be active." Ling Qingzhu picked up the tea cup and took a sip. His tone was calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
Ying Xiaoxiao tried hard to divert his thoughts away from the matter of "Luo Heng actually has a daughter" and followed the topic. "It would be better if the child is more lively."
Ling Qingzhu nodded, glanced at Luo Heng, and said, "She is like her father, who can't sit still."
Luo Heng The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. What do you mean by being like me? You yourself don't look like someone who can sit still.
Ying Huanhuan came over and asked enthusiastically, "Sister Sister Qingzhu, what does Xuan'er look like? Does it look like you or Brother Heng?"
Ling Qingzhu thought for a while and said, "The eyes are like mine, and the face shape is like him."
"That must be very good-looking." Ying Huanhuan's eyes were bright. He turned to look at Luo Heng and said with a smile, "What did Brother Heng look like when he was a child? Is he as handsome as he is now?"
Luo Heng picked up the tea cup, took a calm sip, and said, "He has grown from being handsome to being handsome since he was little."
Ying Huanhuan rolled his eyes, narcissist.
Su Rou was listening and couldn't help laughing.
Several people sat around the courtyard, the fragrance of tea lingered, and the autumn sunlight cast mottled light and shadow through the bamboo leaves.
The topic changed from Xuan'er to Sect Tournament, and from Sect Tournament to interesting things around them, and the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.
This is the first time for Ling Qingzhu to sit and chat with other women around Luo Heng.
She thought she would be a little uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, the atmosphere was much more harmonious than she expected.
Ying Huanhuan has a lively temperament and speaks straightforwardly. He says what he says. Ling Qingzhu doesn't talk much, but every sentence is just right. It neither makes people feel alienated nor deliberate. Ying Xiaoxiao talks the least. He occasionally adds one or two sentences, but he always gets to the point.
Su Rou sat in the corner, listening quietly. Occasionally, Ying Huanhuan asked him a few questions, and he answered in a low voice with a blushing face.
She looked at Luo Heng and Qingzhu sitting together and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, but she quickly suppressed the feeling.
After chatting for a while, the sky gradually darkened.
Ling Qingzhu glanced at the sky, stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's go back first."
Su Rou also stood up, waved to Luo Heng, and said with a smile, "Brother Luo, see you later."
Luo Heng nodded and stood up to see him off.
Ling Qingzhu put on the veil again, and the white clothes looked particularly cold in the dusk.
She walked to the door of the courtyard, paused slightly in her steps, and did not look back.
Luo Heng looked at her back, her lips moved slightly, and a subtle sound fell into her ears.
"I'll go find you tonight."
Ling Qingzhu's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and the tips of his ears were quietly stained with a hint of crimson.
She quickened her pace and disappeared into the dusk.
Su Rou trotted to follow, and looked back at Luo Heng with a smile in his eyes.
"Sister Qingzhu sister is gone?" Ying Huanhuan stuck his head out and looked in the direction of the courtyard door, his ponytail swaying in the wind.
After chatting all afternoon, she had a very good impression of Ling Qingzhu. She was cold but not alienated, she didn't talk much but her words were appropriate, and she was so good-looking. She was indeed the person Brother Heng longed for.
Ying Huanhuan sighed secretly in his heart, but soon he hummed in his heart.
... No, we can't let Sister Qingzhu take away all Brother Heng! We must attack!
She rolled her eyes and began to think about how to "declare sovereignty" after returning.
Luo Heng Looking at her clever and weird look, he knew what this girl was planning. He reached out and rubbed her hair and said, "What are you thinking about?"
"No, it's nothing!" Ying Huanhuan avoided his gaze guiltily, flicked his ponytail, and hummed. "I was thinking about Sect Tournament!"
Luo Heng smiled and did not expose her.
"I'm going back first." Ying Xiaoxiao stood up, glanced at Luo Heng, then looked at his sister, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing, turned around and left.
Ying Huanhuan looked at his sister's leaving figure, secretly thinking, how about going to Brother Heng at night, and then...
Her face turned slightly red and she quickly shook her head to get the thought out of her mind.
Ying Huanhuan! When did you become so unreserved!
Luo Heng looked at her guilty and shy look and couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at!" Ying Huanhuan glared at him.
"Nothing." Luo Heng shook his head, suddenly leaned over, and said in a softer tone, "Huanhuan, I want to hear you play the piano."
Ying Huanhuan was stunned, Brother Heng Is this... coquettish? She blinked to make sure she heard correctly, and her heart suddenly felt sweet.
She snorted, raised her chin slightly, and said, "Want to hear it? The girl will reluctantly play one for you, but as agreed, it's just one!"
Having said that, his jade hand has already touched Spatial Pouch.
Luo Heng smiled and pulled her to sit down on the stone bench in the courtyard.
Ying Huanhuan Take out Nine Heavens Ringing Qin from Spatial Pouch and place it across your knees.
The slender jade fingers gently brushed the strings, making a tinkling sound, and the crisp sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard.
Luo Heng leaned aside, closed his eyes, and listened quietly with a smile on his lips.
As dusk deepened, the moonlight shone in the courtyard, shrouding the two figures in a soft halo.
The melodious sound of the piano floats gently in the night wind.
Ying Huanhuan played one song after another, completely forgetting about "playing only one song".
She just likes to play the piano for Brother Heng. Seeing him enjoy it with his eyes closed makes her feel very satisfied. If one day Brother Heng stops listening to her playing the piano, she will not agree.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the piano finally slowly stopped.
Ying Huanhuan raised his head and found Luo Heng looking at her. His eyes were particularly deep under the moonlight, and her reflection was inside.
"Does it sound good?" she asked.
"It sounds good." Luo Heng opened his eyes, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "It sounds very good."
Ying Huanhuan curled up the corners of his mouth, snorted, and said, "Of course, that was played by this girl."
Luo Heng smiled and rubbed her hair, and said, "Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest, Sect Tournament is about to start, and Otherworldly Demon Domain will be entering the day after tomorrow, so recharge your batteries."
Ying Huanhuan nodded, put Nine Heavens Ringing Qin away, and stood up.
She looked at Luo Heng, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly came forward, kissed him quickly on the mouth, then turned around and ran away with a blushing face.
"Brother Heng Good night!"
Luo Heng touched the lips that had been kissed, and looked at the slender figure disappearing behind the courtyard door, the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.
This girl is still so cute.
Ying Huanhuan ran back to his room, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and covered his hot face with his hands.
She raised her head and looked at the moon outside the window, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
"Brother Heng..." She called softly, then walked to the bed, threw herself on the bed, and buried her face in the pillow.
After a while, she turned over, looked at the ceiling, and rolled her eyes.
No, no, we can't let Sister Qingzhu take away all Brother Heng!
She clenched her fists, her eyes full of fighting spirit.
Ying Huanhuan, you can do it!