Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

After Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao left Tiangong, they aimlessly chose a direction to go. The two stopped and walked, and met a beautiful town on the way, so they stayed here for the time being.

This small town is not very big, but it is misty, misty and picturesque, and it has a great sense of escape from the world. Seeing that Luo Han liked it, Ling Qingxiao went to find a place to live.

Luo Han secretly struggled to find the hotel for a while, whether they stayed in one room or two rooms, in case the other party only had one room left, there was a question of who would sleep in the bed. Later Luo Han discovered that the rich did not need to choose.

Ling Qingxiao bought a new courtyard directly. Said it is a courtyard, but in fact it is almost a garden. The courtyard is deep and the courtyard is wide, and the room can be slid to sleep. There is no need to consider one room or two rooms. There is also a vast lake in the yard, which is connected to the river outside and has a great view.

The courtyard buildings are surrounded by water and connected by corridors. Walking on the corridors, you can hear the sound of gurgling water.

Luo Han fell asleep with the sound of water all night, and actually fell asleep very deeply. When she woke up early in the morning, she found that the sky outside was still cloudy.

Luo Han changed into light clothes and went for a walk in the garden. As soon as she came out, she saw Ling Qingxiao sitting on the water pavilion, it seemed that it had been a long time.

He wrinkled his brows slightly, his eyes were extremely serious, and he was reading something while he was writing on the paper. Luo Han's footsteps slowly stopped, she deliberately let go, but Ling Qingxiao still heard it.

Ling Qingxiao looked up and saw that it was her, and naturally made half of the table space: "You are awake."

Luo Han sat opposite Ling Qingxiao. She looked at the neatly stacked maps, rosters, and maps on the desk, and sighed: "It was only early in the morning. You finished reading so many things. Did you go to bed yesterday?"

"Not too much, just scattered materials." Ling Qingxiao said, "sleeping at night is a waste of time, in fact, practice is enough to replace sleep."

Luo Han was speechless. Sure enough, the student bully will become a workaholic when he grows up.

Everyone went out to tour the mountains and water together, but she was the only one who really played, and Ling Qingxiao didn't fall behind in her practice, reading, or official duties.

After being hit for too long, Luo Han can now easily accept the fact that he is a salted fish. She wanted to be paralyzed as soon as she sat down, and finally leaned against the table and yawned: "Fortunately, I have nothing important recently, so I can take a good rest for a while."

"Why not?" Ling Qingxiao reminded her kindly, "You haven't finished reading yesterday's prayer, and it will be delayed if you don't deal with today's. A few days ago, when you were practicing, you said that there was a spell that was unclear and you needed to consult ancient books. It’s okay today. Check it out together and don’t delay. Besides, you also said that you want to practice calligraphy, painting, and exercise..."

Luo Han's expression gradually became sluggish, and she hurriedly called to a halt: "It's alright, I know, you don't have to say it anymore."

A few days ago, she casually said that she wanted to cultivate her sentiment and exercise. After she said that, she forgot. Who knew that Ling Qingxiao took it all down, and the arrangements were plainly arranged for her.

Luo Han blames herself, why can't she control her mouth!

Ling Qingxiao picked up the next letter and dealt with other matters. Seeing that Luo Han didn't move, he reminded: "Why didn't you start? Have you encountered any problems?"

Luo Han shook his head and bite the bullet and started to make progress today.

Luo Han watched patiently for about half an hour, and his attention gradually dissipated. She changed her posture and leaned on the table and couldn't help but lose her mind.

It is overcast today, and the snow is slowly falling. This small city does not freeze all year round. The snow fell on the lake and disappeared quickly, except for the white hanging on the lake shore, eaves and treetops. The faint white set against the vast fog, as if someone made a stroke of ink and wash, stretched leisurely.

The fence of the water pavilion is already covered with snow, and cold light is reflected in the water pavilion. Ling Qingxiao sat in this cold white, with black hair and white clothes, with bright eyes, making it more unreal.

He is still very attentive, writing letters, reading books, and checking the meter in an orderly manner, and the letters on hand are decreasing at a steady rate. Perhaps he encountered a difficult problem, Ling Qingxiao paused, holding the pen in thought, and after a while, he continued to write.

His handwriting is clear and beautiful, and his handwriting is just like the character of the owner, clean and neat, the contrast is neat, and the curled surface is very beautiful. Just take out one of his letters and use it as a copybook extension for children to practice handwriting.

Luo Han watched Ling Qingxiao write, and sincerely sighed, how did he keep working for two or three hours without getting tired? His official duties, reading books, and practice are seamlessly connected, and the time he does everything is accurate to the minute and second, and there is hardly a moment in the day that is free.

…It's not that there is no time at all, for example, Luo Han will run to interfere with him from time to time.

Luo Han was a little guilty, she was the stumbling block that wasted Ling Qingxiao's precious working time. For example, now, Luo Han can't sit still by himself, secretly interfering with Ling Qingxiao: "Ling Qingxiao, are you tired?"

Ling Qingxiao looked up at her and said, "If you are tired, take a break. Are you going to take a walk by the lake?"

Ling Qingxiao wanted to write something, Luo Han was embarrassed to interrupt him, shook his head and said, "No, it's still snowing outside. It's fine for us to sit here. What are you writing?"

"The geography of Lushan." Ling Qingxiao said, "Lushan's internal affairs are in a mess, and a new and unified standard needs to be established. I'm checking their files from previous years."

Luo Han nodded slowly. She knew that Lushan, in short, was a very rich and messy place. The emperor gave this place to Ling Qingxiao, which shows that he has high hopes for him.

If the Heavenly Emperor sent Ling Qingxiao to Daming City, Waiyin Island, Demon Realm and other places to test Ling Qingxiao's combat ability and resilience, then let Ling Qingxiao be in charge of Lushan, and begin to test Ling Qingxiao's political ability.

The first one is selecting ministers, and the second one is selecting heirs.

Luo Han knows, don't look at Ling Qingxiao, who looks rich and leisurely, wandering aimlessly with her, in fact, he is very busy during this time.

Linshan has no successor, and the old father ceded a lot of land and properties to Zhongshan for his own benefit. The old father finally realized that his daughter had been raised into a waste. With Su Yinyue's current reputation, let alone marriage, it was difficult to even recruit a son-in-law in the fairy world. The old father didn't want to work hard all his life, but in the end he made wedding clothes for others. He simply didn't do it or stopped, and directly surrendered to Ling Qingxiao.

Ling Qingxiao bears the blood of the Canglong and Yinglong tribes, and can be regarded as the descendants of the Yinglong tribe. Seeing her daughter can't count on it anymore, Ling Qingxiao is the most recent choice of her old father. Give it to Ling Qingxiao, the old father can still enjoy the blessing of the "superior emperor" in Linshan anyway, if it is handed over to other side branches...

I'm afraid the night scene of the old father and mother will not be good.

Ling Qingxiao is equivalent to inheriting the two mountains of Zhonglin at the same time. Integrating resources and conquering people's hearts would have been enough for him to be busy for a while, and now there is a hot potato called Lushan. Now I don't know how many people are staring at Lushan, Ling Qingxiao must make some achievements.

After Luo Han sighed, he still made a salted fish with peace of mind. She watched Ling Qingxiao write, and suddenly thought: "Didn't you let me practice calligraphy? I don't like other people's characters. How about the characters I face you?"

Ling Qingxiao raised her eyes in surprise, then chuckled lightly: "Okay, it's a great honor."

He laid out a new piece of paper and asked, "What do you want to write?"

Luo Han wondered, isn't this the love of lovers? What do you write is really important? She casually said: "It's okay."

"Okay." Ling Qingxiao moistened his pen and dropped it on the paper like flying. "Then write the Jiuhua Scripture. You still have a paragraph left to memorize, just review it again."

Luo Han: "..."

Is he coming for real? Did he realize that this is a love of lovers?

Luo Han watched Ling Qingxiao write a long page eloquently, and finally handed it to her solemnly, saying: "The space is limited, I only wrote a part. Let me write this first today, and I will give you the next few chapters tomorrow."

Luo Han couldn't answer for a long time. She looked down at a whole page of clear and beautiful words, and wanted to scold herself again.

Why can't she control her mouth? Good point, why did you mention this? It's okay to find something for yourself.

Luo Han had a lot of homework inexplicably, and it will continue for several days. She picked up the pen in pain, lined Ling Qingxiao's handwriting with new paper, and traced it stroke by stroke.

His writing looks smooth and beautiful as a whole, and after taking a closer look, it is still very beautiful.

Luo Han wrote for a while, but his patience gradually disappeared. She didn't want to copy the boring Taoist scriptures anymore, so she simply held the pen and drew on the paper.

It happened to be snowing today and the scenery was extremely beautiful. Luo Han originally intended to outline a chic and freehand snow scene in the lake, but with the stroke of the brush, the ink became heavy. Luo Han hurriedly fainted to remedy it, but the result was that the bigger the drawing became, the darker the drawing became.

Luo Han looked at the black spots on the paper, desperate. She sighed, raised the paperweight, and wanted to throw away the failed piece. When Ling Qingxiao heard her voice, she raised her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Luo Han was very aggrieved and said, "I want to paint a pavilion, but the painting is ruined."

Ling Qingxiao put down the pen, got up and walked to her side. After looking at it, she said, "It's not ruined, the painting is very good."

"..." Luo Han said, "Be yourself and don't say anything against your heart."

Ling Qingxiao chuckled and sat down side by side with Luo Han. There were two people in one seat, and the space became narrow in an instant. Luo Han could only move aside, but even so, the distance between the two was very close.

Ling Qingxiao took a new pen from the pen, adjusted the ink in the inkstone, and dropped the pen on the black mark. His nib is dexterous, and with a few strokes, the black ink ball has been converted into the appearance of a swallowing beast.

Luo Han was surprised. After a long time, he sighed, "...It can be like this."

She didn't expect it.

The spirit beast must make the best use of it. After Ling Qingxiao installed the Tunyuan beast in the painting, he sketched a few more strokes. The appearance of the Tunyuan beast playing in the water was vividly on the paper, and the entire snow scene became vivid. After Ling Qingxiao finished painting, he put down his pen and said, "Okay, now you can continue. The frame is very good, so it's a shame to throw it away."

Luo Han held the pen in his hand, feeling that Ling Qingxiao was completely talking nonsense with his eyes open. The frame of the snow scene was not painted by Luo Han, but by Ling Qingxiao.

It turned out that it was not a pity to throw it away, but now Luo Han is really reluctant to throw it away. She watched for a long time, but for a long time she didn't dare to write: "The Tunyuan Beast is very good. If I ruin the painting, wouldn't it be a sin?"

"It doesn't matter." Ling Qingxiao stretched out her arms, around Luo Han's shoulders, holding her hand and slowly moving the pen, "You can paint with peace of mind. It's just a painting, how important is it that you are happy."

This was originally a seat for one person. After two people were seated, the space was tight. Luo Han's skirt and Ling Qingxiao's hem were overlapped, and they looked like snow from a distance. Ling Qingxiao held Luo Han's hand and outlined the sky, snow grains, lake shore, and water pavilion on the paper, and a quiet snow scene slowly appeared under their hands.

Ling Qingxiao's fingers were covered on the back of Luo Han's hand, they were as cool as jade. His arms were wrapped behind Luo Han, as if he was holding Luo Han in his arms, Luo Han could smell the cold breath of him. This fragrance and the snowy air merged together, refreshing, as if people's hearts were suddenly quiet.

Luo Han couldn't help thinking, it seemed that whenever Ling Qingxiao was cold. The hands are cold, the voice is cold, and even the aroma on his body is cold. Luo Han has never encountered a time when his body is warm.

It would be very comfortable to stay with him in the summer.

After Ling Qingxiao finished painting the pavilion, the ink just disappeared, so he put down the pen. Luo Han looked at him and said, "There are still us in the pavilion. You have painted the Tunyuan Beast, why don't you paint me?"

Ling Qingxiao couldn't help but laughed. He glanced at Luo Han with a smile and said, "Okay."

He re-grinded and sketched lightly on the paper, and two human figures soon appeared in the pavilion. Although he can't see his face clearly, his lines are elegant and his figure is graceful. If you look at it from a distance, you will know that he is a beauty. On the contrary, it is more artistic than meticulous brushwork.

Luo Han was very satisfied. She held it up and blew the ink, and immediately said: "This painting belongs to me. You are not allowed to grab it with me."

Ling Qingxiao was of course driven by her: "Okay."

Luo Han looked at the ink painting carefully, heard the words, and glanced back at Ling Qingxiao lightly: "It seems that whatever I say you will say yes. Are you sincere or perfunct me?"

"Of course it is true." Ling Qingxiao said, "I never deceive you. As long as you propose it, it doesn't matter what it is."

"Anything is okay?" Luo Han thought for a while, and deliberately asked, "Then what if I want to build the world's largest deer platform, which is enough to capture the stars and the moon, and then drink at the banquet every day, dreaming of death?"

Ling Qingxiao didn't even think about it, and said, "Yes."

"If I want to activate Zhongshan's alarm, do I light the beacon just to watch the fun?"

"Can."

"What if I don't want to get married and want to indulge and be free for a lifetime?"

Ling Qingxiao paused for a moment this time, but nodded and said, "It's okay."

This is all right, Luo Han was a little surprised. Ling Qingxiao likes a stable person so much that she can bear her even if she doesn't want to get married? Ling Qingxiao had no bottom line for her. Luo Han became more and more courageous and said: "Then I will leave Apocalypse and go to other time and space..."

"No." Ling Qingxiao didn't wait for Luo Han to finish, so she vetoed, "You can do whatever you want, but you can't leave."

Luo Han looked at him and couldn't help but smile. At this moment, the ink has dried up. Luo Han put the paper away, put his hand around Ling Qingxiao’s neck, and said, “I lied to you. I neither want to repair the deer platform nor light the beacon, you don’t have to worry.”

Luo Han took the initiative to ring up, and Ling Qingxiao also naturally reached out and hugged Luo Han's midfielder. Luo Han remembered that when she hugged Ling Qingxiao for the first time when she was in Demon Realm, he was completely stiff and didn't know what to do. Ling Qingxiao obviously adapted to the same posture now.

It can be seen that his learning ability is really strong.

When Luo Han said this, Ling Qingxiao felt better. He can accept the other three items, but the last point has already touched Ling Qingxiao's bottom line.

Although Luo Han is by his side now, Ling Qingxiao always feels that her arms are empty, as if she will disappear as soon as she tightens. He was frightened by his thoughts, and his arms tightened reflexively.

Luo Han felt the strength behind his waist increase, and said strangely: "What's wrong?"

Ling Qingxiao suddenly leaned over and hugged her hard. Luo Han didn't even realize what happened, so he was hugged firmly.

Although Ling Qingxiao was thin, but not weak, his shoulders and limbs had obvious bones. When he hugged Luo Han, Luo Han could clearly feel Ling Qingxiao's powerful arms and slender muscles.

She seemed to be completely locked in Ling Qingxiao's space. What she saw with her eyes and felt by her body was all another person. The forearm that surrounds her waist is tight and slender, and looks very thin, but Luo Han has seen this hand holding a sword and killing demons, sweeping across the army.

He is beautiful, strong, and indifferent, but to some extent, he is sensitive, fragile, and troubled by gains and losses.

His childhood experience made him repulse and be close to others, but his heart has always longed for love and warmth. He was afraid of losing, so he deliberately alienated himself from everyone, but once someone walked into his domain, he would be very afraid of losing each other.

Luo Han knew that he probably said something wrong. She had disappeared once, and she knew that she was looking for a way back every moment, but to Ling Qingxiao, it was five hundred years of life and death, and there was no news for five hundred years. He was originally afraid that Luo Han would disappear at any time. Luo Han just said casually, but it was terrorizing to Ling Qingxiao.

Luo Han sighed deeply, she didn't struggle, and was quietly held by Ling Qingxiao. In this posture, Luo Han couldn't use his waist, so all the center of gravity could only be placed on Ling Qingxiao. She leaned for a while, slowly relaxed, leaned her head on Ling Qingxiao's neck, and whispered: "I just mentioned it accidentally, I won't leave."

Ling Qingxiao touched real people with both hands, and felt Luo Han's breathing around her neck, as if she had a sense of reality. After a while, he said: "Okay. No matter what you say, I will believe you. It's what you said, and you won't leave."

There is always an inexplicable sense of ominousness in this sentence. Luo Han was frightened by her own thoughts. She said: "Well, let's not talk about such unlucky topics. The most important thing to travel is to be happy. Nothing happened at all. We are here to worry and worry. Isn't it because we are not happy."

Ling Qingxiao didn't say a word, and Luo Han just assumed he agreed. Luo Han wanted to sit still, but Ling Qingxiao's hand did not let go. Luo Han struggled for a while and had to remind: "You still have a lot of letters to finish, you should work."

Ling Qingxiao was silent and let go of her after a moment. It is rare for Ling Qingxiao to reflect on his behavior. Was he the same when he used to persuade people to study?

Although Ling Qingxiao let Luo Han sit down, she refused to move back to her seat, still occupying Luo Han's place. Anyway, the immortal didn't need to do it himself. Ling Qingxiao floated the official document in front of him, and after the approval was completed, he put it in the completed pile, which did not affect the review speed at all.

Luo Han clicked on the panel for a while, his eyes were tired, and he closed his eyes and leaned on Ling Qingxiao's shoulder: "I'm so tired, I don't want to work hard. Why do people have to work? If someone can do things for me, it would be great."

"Having a baby, you can leave everything to him."

Luo Han was silent, unable to believe that this was what Ling Qingxiao said. After a while, she said quietly: "In this case, shouldn't you say that everything has you?"

"This is not realistic." Ling Qingxiao said, "There are many things that only you can do, and I can't share them for you. For example, no one can share your tasks today, unless there is a second **** in the world, he and you can do it. Only by sharing your responsibilities can you share your responsibilities."

It sounds reasonable, but I always feel that something is wrong. Luo Han changed the subject and said, "It would be nice if I had a higher cultivation base, so I would deal with things faster."

"Cultivation is gradual, and rapid progress is impossible." Ling Qingxiao said with a calm tone and solemn expression, "Unless double cultivation."

"..." Luo Han opened his eyes unbearably and stared at him angrily, "You are enough, it's too obvious that you are carrying private goods."

"I'm just explaining the facts."

Ling Qingxiao's expression was innocent, and her language was righteous. Luo Han stared for a long while, and was speechless.

Luo Han thought leisurely, how pure and upright Ling Qingxiao used to be. Looking at it now, he can even say such things.

Men become bad when they have money, and sincerely don't deceive me.

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The courtyard is isolated from the rest of the world. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao spent a winter here and waited for the weather to warm up before continuing on the road.

They went around and unknowingly entered the bird race field. Although the Celestial Realm does not interfere in the internal affairs of the various races, when the various races are located, they will still reject different races and group together. In particular, the bird races, such as social, family-loving, and sensitive races, will be deliberately separated from the continental races. Over time, the bird races will form a special settlement area.

There is a sea of ​​clouds in the southwest of the heavens, with a warm climate and lush vegetation, which is very suitable for the survival of bird races. Suzaku, phoenix, cranes, and heavy birds all settled in this area.

After entering the bird tribe area, the surrounding fog became larger and the temperature became humid. Luo Han asked: "Is Yunzhou in this area?"

"This is Wuzhou, the territory of the Phoenix tribe, and the Suzaku tribe is not here. But it is not far away. Yunzhou is in the southwest of Wuzhou. If you want to go to Yunzhou, we can change the route nearby."

Luo Han thought for a while and shook his head: "Fall, I just met Ye Zinan not long ago, so there is no need to find it specially. Let it go, it's best to meet him, and forget it if you don't."

Ling Qingxiao didn't want to add a third person to the team at all, so he didn't say much. If possible, Ling Qingxiao wanted to throw the Tun Yuan Beast out as well.

It's too annoying.

Where the water and soil raises the people, the customs of Wuzhou are completely different from those of Zhongshan. Compared to Zhongshan's cold competitive atmosphere, Wuzhou is obviously more humane.

After hearing that Wuzhou Liquan wine is good for a long time, Luo Han came here admiringly and took Ling Qingxiao to the restaurant for dinner. Luo Han ordered Wuzhou specialties and two glasses of Liquan wine, and happily handed it to Ling Qingxiao: "It is said that this wine is the secret recipe of the Phoenix tribe and cannot be made elsewhere. You can try it!"

Ling Qingxiao didn't like to drink, he picked it up and smelled it, but didn't continue drinking. Luo Han took a few sips and noticed that Ling Qingxiao's glass had not moved, and asked, "What's the matter, don't you like it?"

If she remembers correctly, does she remember that the dragons are naturally good at drinking?

"I don't drink alcohol." Ling Qingxiao said lightly, "drinking can neither improve the cultivation level nor satisfy the hunger. On the whole, it is useless, and it also reduces the ability to respond. Why do things that are unprofitable and harmful?"

His voice was calm and indifferent, showing that he didn't intend to be unique, he really thought so. Luo Han took another sip of Chinese wine and slowly said, "If you care about efficiency so much, then our chat is nutritious. It wastes time and energy. Isn't it even more useless?"

Ling Qingxiao immediately said: "This is different."

"Where is it different?" Luo Han asked. Before Ling Qingxiao could answer, there was a sudden violent vibration from the outside world. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao stopped talking and looked out together.

The range of this shock is extremely large, and the subsequent aftermath continues. Everyone was frightened by this incident. There were panicked crowds everywhere on the street. After a while, the news slowly dispersed among the crowd.

An earthquake occurred outside Yunzhong City. After the tremor subsided, a mirage appeared in the center of the epicenter.

Looking at the scene inside, it seems to be some ancient ruins.