Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

When Zhao Qing asked this question, Zhu Baishao's relaxed expression became cold again. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked like a butterfly spreading its wings in the sunlight.

"As long as I stay indoors, maybe it will be okay, and my uncle won't be so reckless."

From an angle that Zhu Baishao couldn't see, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across Zhao Qing's eyes.

He nodded slightly, "I will have a good talk with my uncle."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhu Baishao stood there, staring at the closed gate for a while, then sat back in his previous seat and began to flip through the book in his hand.

It looks like the years are peaceful and nothing is happening.

It gave Yin Wu Yue, who was outside the illusion, a headache.

He still hasn't figured out what this sword cultivator really likes.

Could it be that she really has no desires or requests?

But how is it possible?

……

Just two days after Zhao Qing returned to the private school, the mansion became noisy again.

My uncle took a few prostitutes on a lake cruise. On the way back, they encountered robbers. All their belongings were looted and his three legs were broken.

The doctor came to see me, but just shook his head to indicate that he could do nothing.

He was completely destroyed.

Zhu Baishao lived in a remote place and had no idea what was happening outside, let alone that those people were discussing and blaming everything on her, thinking that it was because of her that the disaster had come into the house and that accidents had happened again and again.

They have decided to send her to a Taoist temple so that she can pray for the deceased Erlang.

When Zhu Baishao was sent away, she looked very calm and did not show any dissatisfaction, as if she did not care about anything in the mansion.

Her appearance made Yin Wu Yue, who was outside the illusion, even more curious.

After all, as long as people are alive, they will have all kinds of thoughts in their minds, and naturally all kinds of desires will extend to them. Why is this sword cultivator so indifferent?

Or did the two illusions he set up not contain what she wanted?

Yin Wu Yue seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhao Qing in the private school was painting in his room. In the painting, a woman was wearing plain clothes, holding a flower in her bare hands, and seemed to be looking back.

He was so absorbed in his painting that he didn't notice the footsteps of his classmate behind him. The person stopped beside him, leaned over to take a look, and when he picked up the brush, he asked in surprise, "Is this Zhao Qing, your sweetheart? Why don't you paint her facial features?"

Zhao Qing's pen tip trembled, and a tiny drop of ink fell on the woman's face, whose facial features had not yet been painted.

A mole appeared on the blank beauty's face for no reason.

When the friend saw that he had destroyed the painting, he apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Zhao Qing stared blankly at the small mole. He sketched Zhu Baishao's facial features in his mind. The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye just overlapped with this small mole.

"It would be nice if it were red..." he murmured.

"What?" the friend was surprised.

Zhao Qing shook his head, put the picture of the beauty aside, and began to ask his friend what he came for.

While the two were talking, his thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

Is she watering the flowers now, or sitting under the tree reading a book?

The thought of flowers cheered him up.

"I remember there is a greenhouse in your house..." Zhao Qing looked at his friend, his pupils dark and bright.

"Yeah, you..." The friend was about to ask him why he said that, but then he remembered the painting of the lady and immediately smiled with understanding.

"Want to spend it to please your sweetheart?"

Zhao Qing smiled and didn't respond.

When he took another break and returned, he held a bunch of white peonies in his arms.

It was only after careful investigation that he found out her maiden name.

Paeonia lactiflora.

Zhao Qing didn't dare to carry the flowers back to his residence in a swaggering manner, so he asked his personal servant to put the flowers in the carriage and carefully preserve them with water.

He went back to deal with his family first.

He had originally planned to send this bouquet of peonies to Zhu Baishao later, so that she could use it to decorate her house and to make her feel better.

But his family was more concerned about his studies and did not tell him about Zhu Baishao's latest arrangements.

It was only after dinner, when Zhao Qing hurried to get the flowers, that she heard some gossip from the maids.

Zhao Qing's expression suddenly turned cold.

Others didn't know what happened to his uncle, but he knew it very well because he was the one who hired someone to kill his uncle.

But he never thought that this matter would be blamed on Zhu Baishao.

He felt indescribable anger in his heart.

The next day, Zhao Qing went out on the pretext of being invited by a classmate, and took the servant to the Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple is very quiet and peaceful, and there are many women practicing Taoism here.

Zhu Baishao is someone who has just been sent here and is still practicing with hair, so it is easy to find him.

However, Zhao Qing was still questioned about his identity before he was released.

When he met Zhu Baishao this time, although her dress was no different from before, he felt a sense of ease and comfort from her.

It seemed that leaving that home made her happy.

This time, it was Zhu Baishao who saw him first. She curved her eyebrows and smiled, "Uncle, why are you here?"

"Oh, are you here to deliver a book?"

She put down the gourd ladle she was using to water the flowers and said, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. I won't need it anymore. There are many books in this Taoist temple..."

Zhao Qing felt a little blocked in his heart as he listened to her talking much more than before.

"You... don't you feel wronged?"

Zhu Baishao shook her head and smiled like the bright moon and the gentle breeze, soft and distant, "There are many ways to live one's life. I like my current life very much."

Zhao Qing didn't know what to say. When she lowered her eyes and saw the flowers in her arms, she gave them to her.

"Sister-in-law, take these flowers to decorate the house..."

He always wanted to talk more with her, but what could they talk about because of their different status?

Zhu Baishao looked at the numerous white peony petals and reached out to fiddle with the petals.

It is late spring now and the peonies should not have officially opened yet. This bunch of flower stems are still wet with water marks, which is really rare.

The emotions of young people are always poetic.

Tsk, if it weren't for Yin Wu Yue, she would have responded to the boy's affection long ago.

It’s a pity... that he has to wait a little longer.

In the days that followed, Zhao Qing would always find reasons to come and see her, and he was very polite, hiding his feelings very well.

But his whereabouts were not a secret after all, and were discovered by his family.

His mother began to look for a suitable marriage partner for him.

Zhao Qing was very intelligent and had already passed the imperial examination at a young age. When he heard about his marriage, the door of his house was almost broken down by matchmakers.

When he returned home, his mother stuffed many portraits of young girls into his pocket and told him to choose one at will. He could then go to the house to propose marriage soon.

Zhao Qing threw away the scrolls one by one, and the corners of his lips straightened with a smile, "Mother, my son already has someone he loves..."

"I don't agree!" Mother's face changed instantly.

Just four words made Zhao Qing realize that his mother had discovered his feelings for Zhu Baishao, so he simply stopped hiding it.

"Whether my mother agrees or not, my son will never marry anyone else in his life."