This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 277 Senior Sister's Blood
The shop was filled with the aroma of herbs.

Su Qingling was sitting behind the counter with her head down, quietly pounding medicine.

Her simple white dress, paired with her smooth, black hair and her cool, beautiful face, looked ethereal and serene under the morning sun.

But looking at her firm, high breasts and those captivating eyes that combined innocence and allure, one feels that her charm is innate and mesmerizing.

"Sister?"

Seeing that she ignored him, Luo Zijun called out again.

However, he remained focused on grinding the medicine, showing no reaction to his flattery.

Qingwen, who was carrying the medicinal herbs over, chuckled upon hearing this and said directly, "Young Master Luo really knows how to flatter. He must be asking Miss for something again this time, right?"

This girl was also dressed in a plain white dress. She was pretty and had a slender figure. She was a delicate and beautiful girl, but her mouth was still sharp.

Luo Zijun ignored her, placed the breakfast she had bought on the counter, and then decided to tell her the truth.

"Senior sister, I have indeed come today with a request."

"The thing is like this..."

"I've recently been cultivating my divine soul and there are signs of a breakthrough. I need a flying sword, but crafting such a flying sword requires some essence blood..."

"Besides myself, I need three more... I also need a woman. That woman must be the one I trust most, the one I'm closest to, and also... the one I think is the most beautiful, and she must be a virgin..."

Luo Zijun leaned over the counter and explained in a low voice.

Su Qingling listened quietly while pounding the medicine with her head down, her expression remaining aloof and unchanged.

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence before she raised her head, looked at him, and asked, "Three women, or one woman?"

Luo Zijun's lips twitched slightly, and she said, "One...one woman."

Su Qingling looked at him coldly, said nothing more, and stopped grinding the medicine in her hands.

Luo Zijun had no choice but to tell the truth: "Three."

He then said sincerely, "But right now I'm only thinking about my senior sister, and I haven't thought about anyone else."

Su Qingling stared at him for a while before looking away, continuing to grind the medicine, and asked in a calm tone, "How much do you need?"

Luo Zijun was overjoyed and immediately took out a porcelain bottle, saying, "A few drops should be enough."

Su Qingling glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand, said nothing more, put down the pestle in her hand, took out a sharp knife from under the counter, and then extended her slender fingers from her other hand.

Seeing this, Luo Zijun felt both touched and distressed, and quickly said, "Senior sister, be careful, don't cut too deep."

Su Qingling did not cut it immediately, but looked at him and said, "Give me your hand."

"what?"

Luo Zijun was taken aback upon hearing this, looking puzzled.

Su Qingling said calmly, "I want you to feel pain and bleed first."

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Ok."

Without hesitation, he extended one of his hands.

Su Qingling grasped one of his fingers, and with the small knife in her other hand, she gently sliced ​​his fingertip, drawing blood.

Luo Zijun quickly took out another porcelain bottle, squeezed the blood from her fingertip, and dripped it into the bottle.

Su Qingling then lowered her head and used a small knife to cut her fingertip.

Luo Zijun quickly took the porcelain bottle and placed it under her fingertips, then held her slender fingertips with her other hand and gently pressed them.

After collecting three drops, he carefully sealed the porcelain bottle and placed it in his storage bag.

The blood in the porcelain bottle can remain fresh for a long time inside the storage bag.

"Senior sister, does it hurt?"

He then looked at her finger, which had been cut by the knife and was still covered in blood.

Su Qingling did not retract her finger, but instead extended it in front of him, looking at him as if giving him a command.

This scene suddenly felt strangely familiar.

Immediately, images of past memories flashed through Luo Zijun's mind. When this girl's finger bled when they were little, she would order him to suck the blood to stop the bleeding.

Recalling those scenes, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

Looking at the aloof and cool girl in front of him, a feeling of even greater familiarity and warmth welled up in his heart.

Without hesitation, he approached the blood-stained, slender, pale finger, opened his mouth, and gently took it in.

He could clearly feel the girl's fingers tremble slightly, and her long, thick eyelashes also trembled suddenly.

He took her slender finger into his mouth and looked at her.

Her gaze was naturally fixed on him.

At that moment, the entire shop was silent; it seemed that only the two people's heartbeats and breathing could be heard.

"It smells so good! I can already smell the fried dough sticks!"

The sound of people coming downstairs rang out, and Su Dafang came down from upstairs. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the scene in front of the counter.

His own apprentice was standing in front of the counter, holding one of his granddaughter's fingers in his mouth.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

"Cough...cough cough...I'll go back upstairs and sleep for a while. I probably didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't see anything just now."

Su Dafang froze for a moment, then immediately turned around and ran upstairs in a flash.

"Senior sister, you're busy, I have something to do."

Luo Zijun also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so she quickly spat out her finger and took her leave.

Stepping out of the shop, bathed in the morning sunlight and feeling the bustling atmosphere of the street, his rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Next, we should go to the Grand View Garden. Of course, before that, we should first go to the First Encounter Bookstore and bring First Encounter along.

If Jia Yingchun were here, it would be even better.

However, when he arrived at Chujian Bookstore, Xiaolan told him, "Miss went to Grand View Garden early this morning, and Bi'er went with her."

Luo Zijun had no choice but to go alone.

He pondered all the way, wondering whose blood he should choose.

"The easiest one would be Jia Yingchun, the second young lady of the Jia family; she should be able to give it to her..."

As Luo Zijun was pondering, a carriage passing by suddenly stopped, the curtains were drawn back, and a clear voice came from inside the carriage: "Young Master Luo, where are you going?"

Luo Zijun turned her head and saw the little maid named Xueyan.

Beside the little maid, an extremely beautiful and pitiful face was revealed, and her charming eyes were looking at him with bright eyes.

"Lin Daiyu?"

Luo Zijun secretly wondered.

Lin Daiyu also spoke softly, "Young Master Luo, are you going to the Grand View Garden?"

Luo Zijun was about to nod, but after staring at her for a few more moments, she suddenly made a decision. Rather than going to the Grand View Garden alone and making such a shameful request in front of so many people, she would rather ask this Lin Daiyu directly.

If the other party does not agree, it is not too late to go to the Grand View Garden.

"Miss Lin, where are you headed?"

Luo Zijun walked to the car window and asked.

Xueyan said in a clear voice, "Young Master Luo, we are going to Bao'an Hall to thank Miss Su. Miss Su saved my young lady's life, and my young lady has been wanting to thank her, but she has only just recovered and dared to go out."

"Bao'an Hall?"

Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Miss Lin, may I get on the carriage and have a word with you? I have something to ask of you."

Upon hearing this, Xueyan hesitated for a moment, but Lin Daiyu quickly said softly, "Young Master Luo, please come up."

Then she looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "If it weren't for Young Master Luo asking Sister Su to treat my illness, Daiyu probably wouldn't be alive today. So Daiyu's life also belongs to Young Master Luo. If there's anything Young Master Luo can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask."

Luo Zijun received permission and, without saying much, got into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Lin Daiyu, draped in a snow-white fox fur coat, sat quietly in the corner, her large eyes looking at him with a pitiful expression. When she saw him enter, two blushes immediately rose on her fair and delicate face, making her even more beautiful and charming.

Three maids sat beside her: Zijuan, Xueyan, and Chunxian.

The three maids were very familiar with him and knew that when their young mistress was seriously ill, it was he who helped find Miss Su, who brought their young mistress back from the brink of death.

The young ladies and maids of the entire Grand View Garden, including their mistresses and servants, were also spared from ending up on the streets because of this young man's shelter.

They were naturally grateful and respectful.

The three maids greeted them but didn't say much.

Lin Daiyu tried to get up to bow, but almost tripped and fell. Fortunately, Zijuan helped her up.

Luo Zijun quickly said, "Miss Lin, please don't be so polite. I have come today to ask you for a favor. If you are willing, I will be extremely grateful. If you are not willing, that's alright too. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Lin Daiyu quickly said, "Young Master Luo, please speak."

Luo Zijun glanced at the three maids beside him, and just as he was hesitating, Zijuan spoke up: "Young Master Luo, rest assured, we can cover our ears and not listen. Even if we do hear something, we will never tell anyone."

As she spoke, she first covered her ears.

Upon seeing this, Xueyan and Chunxian quickly covered their ears.

Luo Zijun gave an awkward smile before turning to Lin Daiyu and saying, "I...I need a few drops of blood, to..."

"Now?"

Before he could explain, Lin Daiyu had already stretched out a hand, revealing a section of her slender, snow-white wrist. Then, blushing, she looked at him and asked, "Where...where do you need the blood? From your hand, or your arm, or...somewhere else?"

Luo Zijun said, "A fingertip will do."

Isn't all blood, no matter where it comes from, the same?
Seeing that she was so straightforward, Luo Zijun didn't stand on ceremony and immediately took out a porcelain bottle and a small knife.

When Lin Daiyu saw the knife, her body trembled slightly. Then she held out a finger in front of him, closed her eyes, and turned her face away, saying, "Young Master Luo, you...you cut it yourself..."

She was clearly scared.

"Thank you, Miss Lin. Don't worry, it won't hurt much."

Without hesitation, Luo Zijun gently pinched her slender fingers with one hand and took a small knife in the other, making a light cut on her fingertip.

Lin Daiyu's body trembled again.

Blood oozed from her fingertips, and Luo Zijun immediately caught it in a porcelain bottle.

After three drops, he put away the porcelain bottle and subconsciously prepared to put that slender finger in his mouth. Just as he put it to his lips, he suddenly realized and quickly let go, saying, "Miss Lin, that's enough."

Lin Daiyu had actually seen his action just now. She froze for a moment, then blushed and withdrew her finger, her heart pounding like a deer.

Luo Zijun carefully put away the porcelain bottle, then stood up and thanked her again: "Miss Lin, thank you very much."

Then he took his leave, saying, "I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. I'll visit you at the Grand View Garden again next time."

After saying that, he did not linger any longer, immediately lifted the curtain, and got off the carriage.

One more to go.

He decided to go straight back to the Bai residence and ask his sister-in-law for it.

Inside the carriage, Lin Daiyu stared blankly at her fingers, which he was holding and almost putting in his mouth. Her face flushed, she remained in a daze for a while before slowly putting her fingertips into her mouth and gently sucking on them, looking completely dazed.

The three people beside Zijuan looked at each other, their expressions varied, and none of them dared to speak.

The carriage continued its journey and stopped in front of Baoan Hall.

At this moment, Su Qingling was sitting quietly behind the counter, sucking her fingers and lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)