Chapter 54: Willing to bet

Emperor Qing was seriously ill and suspected that the Tianchen Sect was at fault, so he handed over the government to the White Queen. The White Queen was benevolent and virtuous, and committed to eliminating the followers of the Tianchen Sect in the Qing Dynasty, so she agreed.
In order to protect the safety of the White Queen, Bai Suxuan, with the acquiescence of the White Queen, created another round in addition to the six rounds and twenty-four divisions of the inner court of the imperial palace, under her direct leadership. This bureau is called the Suyi Bureau and is independent of the six and twenty-four divisions.
There are not many people in the Suyi Bureau, but they are all martial arts eunuchs and court ladies. This is because although there are many Jinwu Guards with powerful martial arts in the imperial palace, many times, people in the harem, especially the White Queen and Bai Suxuan, are not convenient to get too close to the guards directly.
Both Bai Suxuan and the White Empress do not know martial arts, so since the establishment of the Suyi Bureau, they have ensured their own safety.
Needless to say, most of the close-fitting court ladies around the White Queen are the top martial arts masters in the Suyi Bureau. The martial arts they are proficient in are swords.
"In the past, there was a beautiful woman of the Gongsun clan, a sword dancing weapon that moved everywhere. The viewer was as depressed as a mountain, and the world was low for a long time. Lung (lng) Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, like a dragon flying like a dragon. , It’s like the clear light of the river. The lips and sleeves are lonely, and the disciples will pass on the fragrance in the evening...." The swords mentioned in the poem are the martial arts secreted in the palace, suitable for the practice of court ladies and dancers. Rarely seen in the arena.
Qin Jiu's current internal strength is to patch the sky and the Heart Sutra, but she uses silk thread as a weapon, which is actually a fusion of sword and brocade skills. Although she didn't learn martial arts at the beginning, she had delved into martial arts techniques.
The Suyi Bureau is not all composed of eunuchs and court ladies around the White Queen. For a large part of the people, Bai Suxuan chose the most inconspicuous eunuchs and palace ladies who were not good at being noticed. The work they did in the palace was not so prominent. Maybe it was just a little palace lady who was responsible for cleaning in the imperial garden. Fang's most inconspicuous little may also be the little who poured Yexiang.
No one will notice them on weekdays.
Bai Suxuan and them have a unique set of contact methods. Although the people in the palace know that there is a Suyi Bureau, almost everyone thinks that there is no one other than the few palace ladies who are close to the White Queen.
As everyone knows, there are many eunuchs and palace ladies who are not noticed. They are the same as other eunuchs and palace ladies in the palace on weekdays. They are even more inconspicuous and make people forget about it, but they can play the biggest role at the critical moment.
For example: loquat.
The loquat was the little who served the royal garden flowers and plants in the palace. One time, because a precious orchid he was responsible for withered, the old in charge of the royal garden said that it was because the loquat was not watered in time that caused the orchid to die. The old was sentenced to kill him with a stick. At that time, the loquat was dying, almost killed, and several eunuchs dragged him into the dry well in the palace.
Inside the palace, the and palace lady who died unjustly every day did not know the geometry, a small humble eunuch, died and threw it to Beijing. If it hadn't been for Bai Suxuan, the life of loquat would be gone. But he met Bai Suxuan, and she snatched the loquat from the death god, and washed away his grievances. The orchid did not wither due to poor watering.
Since then, Loquat has been loyal to Bai Suxuan. Bai Suxuan ordered the martial artist in the Suyi Bureau to secretly pass on loquat martial arts, and let him enter the Suyi Bureau, becoming one of Bai Suxuan's most secret guards.
If there were no loquats, Bai Suxuan would have died in the fire.
For example: Lan Ting.
Today, his name is Lan She.
Lan Ting is one of the few men in the Suyi Bureau who is not an eunuch. He was a sin slave and filled the palace. He didn't want to be purified from life and death. He would rather leave his life behind, and escaped before the purification several times. The last time, annoyed the in charge, and finally he no longer thought about Jing Lan Ting's body, but about Jing Lan Ting's life. If it weren't for Bai Suxuan, Lan Ting's life would be gone.
Later, Lan Ting served as a guard in the palace and secretly entered the Suyi Bureau.
After the White Queen’s accident, all the court ladies and eunuchs in the White Queen’s palace were killed with sticks, but these humble little eunuchs and little court ladies of the Suyi Bureau survived.
In the past two years, Qin Jiu ordered loquat to contact them, and they had heard a steady stream of news about events in the imperial palace in her hands.
However, Qin Jiu did not expect that Lan Ting changed his name to Lan Round to Wu You Ju.
The sound of people applauding interrupted Qin Jiu's contemplation. She looked up and saw the red satin curtain opened and Lan She walked out of it.
If Qin Jiu remembers well, he is only eighteen this year.
Back then, his appearance was not very good, but now he has emerged as a young man with stretched limbs, a sharp waist, and beautiful eyes.
Although the hall is still very warm, it has not entered February after all. In such precipitous weather, Lan She did not wear a shirt and was topless, showing a well-proportioned waist. A piece of blue was pasted on his belly button. The light of gems and colored glazes is extremely bright under the brilliant lights, making his smooth and white skin more and more even white and delicate. He wore a pair of red open-leg pants underneath. The pants were short, showing his delicate ankles. He didn't wear shoes, he had bare feet like jade.
The black hair was tied up, revealing the smooth forehead, and between the forehead and brows, there was a piece of Cui Tian, ​​which complemented the blue gemstone on his belly button, making the boy's eyes burning like stars.
Lan She smiled and bowed to the audience, and said, "Thank you all for coming to hold the Lan She venue. Next, please enjoy Lan She's dance." After he finished speaking, he ordered people to start playing music.
On the ceiling of the hall were a few dazzling glazed lamps, and the lights poured silently into the quaint high platform.
The teenager started to dance slowly.
No dance clothes, just a flexible body. The muscles and bones are dancing, the body is dancing, the lights are dancing, the music is dancing, and the noise is dancing.
The durian was half supported and half embraced by daffodils and cuckoos into a delicate and quiet room.
Inside the house, the curtains fluttered like a dream, and the smoke from the carved censer on the case. In the middle of the house is a large mahogany table full of dishes.
Narcissus sat on the couch with the durian, and Cuckoo poured the wine over and reached the durian's lips.
Where can I drink durian? Although I have not drunk, my handsome face is already red. I stood up and said, "Two sisters, please spare me. I'm not here to play. I came with my Jiuye. Go over and serve her, please let me go out!" As he said, he got up to run out.
Where the two women were willing to follow him, Du Juan saw that he would not drink, and smiled and said: "The son refuses to drink, it is better to let the cuckoo come to feed the son!" Du Juan took a sip on his own and leaned in front of the durian.
Durian watched the woman pressing towards him, he looked at the curvy woman, looked at her bright eyebrows, looked at her slightly open gold shirt, looked at her pink and white neck, he felt it Dry mouth.
The narcissus stretched out his long nails dyed with balsam balsam juice and circled the durian chest, chuckling and saying: "I can't imagine that the little enemy has such a thin face and he is embarrassed. The enemy must be here for the first time. Sister will accompany you well and keep you as anxious as a monkey next time."
Listening to the soft voice, Durian only felt cold sweat on his forehead. He obviously didn't drink alcohol, but the whole person seemed to be a little drunk. The whole body was actually very soft.
He felt that he didn't know that he had been the mold of a few lifetimes, and he actually met the enchantress Qin Jiu, and actually played tricks on himself like this. When he thought of Qin Jiu, he didn't know where he suddenly came from, and suddenly pushed and bumped, pushing away the cuckoo and the narcissus.
The two girls yelled to retreat. The cuckoo staggered a few steps, deliberately fell on the ground softly, her hair scattered, but she was still looking up at the durian with her beautiful face, tears in her cut eyes.
Durian was at a loss again. He didn't dare to stretch out his hand to pull the cuckoo. He just concealed his clothes and murmured: "Two sisters, please spare me. I really don't want to." After finishing speaking, it was like hiding from the plague. Run towards the door of the house. He opened the door and saw loquat standing in front of the door holding a sword.
"You, what are you doing here?" Durian asked with a flushed face, thinking that he might have heard the movement inside, and suddenly felt that if there was a seam, he could get in.
Loquat looked at the durian blankly, and said lightly: "Let's go with me!"
Durian feels that loquat is just a piece of wood and can't laugh. Moreover, speaking is too simple, it seems that the tongue will rot if you say more.
"Jiuye is for your own good. I want you to see all kinds of people. She didn't want you to sleep with those two women." Loquat dropped this sentence and left first.
Durian stretched out his hand and counted, thirty-three words.
Surprising!
The durian followed the loquat downstairs and came to the lobby on the first floor of Wuyouju, and saw Qin Jiu sitting in the middle of the lobby.
The demon girl is really eye-catching. She is wearing a gorgeous light rose gown, holding yellow hair in her arms, and staring at the high platform with a smile. There is someone dancing on the high platform.
"I was almost prostituted by two women behind, but she is at ease here." Durian roared in her heart.
He and the loquat stood behind Qin Jiu from left to right. He didn't dare to see Qin Jiu, thinking that Loquat would tell Qin Jiu about his embarrassment just now, and Qin Jiu would definitely make fun of him. However, he seemed to guess wrong.
Qin Jiu didn't ask about the durian, because she knew that if there was a loquat, the durian would be fine, and she was not in the mood to tease the durian at this time. She just glanced sideways at the durian, then glanced sideways at the loquat, with a smile on the corner of her lips, but Dan Feng's eyes were solemn.
Loquat's gaze moved to the high platform with Qin Jiu's gaze. He saw Lan She who was dancing, and was stunned. He leaned down and whispered in Qin Jiu's ear: "Jiuye, I don't know that Lan Ting is here. He never told me, but every time he brought me news as scheduled. Unexpectedly..."
Qin Jiu lowered his eyelashes.
In terms of loyalty, she has always thought that Lanting is inferior to loquat, but she never thought that this is the most stubborn, the most arrogant, and even the young man who is unwilling to cleanse his life will enter the brothel and be willing to be a man. The male pet who plays obscenely.
And this is just to collect more information.
Qin Jiu was stunned, only to feel his blood boiled, a bitter suffocating air climbed up his spine, and the reproductive land was blocked in his throat, like a blocked flood, he wanted to find a gap to gush out.
On the high stage, Lan She has danced into a trifold, and he sang to the music: "Yu Lan Tang Xi Mu Fang, Hua Cai Yi Xi Ruo Ying..."
The clear singing voice is accompanied by beautiful music, and no one in the hall makes a sound.
Qin Jiu suppressed the bitterness in his heart as much as possible and watched quietly.
Finally, after the dance, there was thunderous applause from the audience.
Lan She went back to behind the curtain after smiling and saluting.
The little tortoise slave jumped onto the high platform from nowhere, and announced loudly: "Master Lan She said that he is the most admired literary scholar, and invited the talented people present to compose a poem for his dance. If you can beat the crowd, you can become the first guest of our son Lanshe."
Today is a good day for Lan She, so, a small half of those who visit Wuyouju today are eros. Hearing the words of the turtle slave, he naturally nodded in favor, but a few who were not good at writing poems expressed their opposition.
A man in brocade clothes suddenly slapped the table and stood up and said: "Why do you want to write a poem, or use your silver or your fist to speak, and why do you want to write a poem?"
Although Wuyouju is a brothel, it is a relatively elegant place among several brothels. Popular prostitutes sometimes fancy not the silver and power of the benefactor, but his talent.
The man who is talking now is obviously a rough man.
This person was born tall and straight. He looked a little sick when he was more than 20 years old. At first glance, he was a frequent visitor on Fengyue occasions, and his body had been hollowed out. He was wearing a green brocade robe with white spots, and a white jade belt tied around his waist. After he finished speaking aggressively, he grabbed his sleeves and drew out the knife he wore around his waist.
"If you don't use it as a poem, you will compete. If one of you wins the knife in the hands of this young man, let's say it is better than a poem!" Mama Cui was busy saying good things, but the man did not buy Mama Cui's account. It's been a long time since Brother Lan was in the picture, and finally waited for him to go to the sea, but he wanted to compose poetry? Mama Cui, I have silver, so don't compare anything at all, so let's send him to Lang's room! "The man rubbed his hands as he said, his face was full of dirty expressions, and his mouth was full of foul language.
Seeing this situation, Qin Jiu raised her long eyelashes and her eyes condensed. She sent the yellow hair to the durian's arms, twisted her wrist, and squeezed her knuckles.
When Durian saw it, he felt chilly all over.
It seems that the demon girl is going to show off.
Seeing this, the loquat hurriedly said: "Jiuye, let the minions go! Where is this for you to do."
Qin Jiu's lips evoked a sullen smile, and said lazily, "No need!"
There was a gloom in her chest, but now the world is falling into a punching bag, and she doesn't want to give it to the loquat.
Qin Jiu strolled to the person and said with a smile: "This son, if you don't know how to write poems, can I write one for you?"
The person was a little angry at first, but seeing Qin Jiu's appearance and the smile on her lips, his face suddenly eased a lot, a pair of colored eyes looked at Qin Jiu's body, and an amazing expression flashed in his eyes. Hearing that Qin Jiu wanted to write a poem for him, he pretended to arrogantly raised his head and said: "Let's listen!"
Qin Jiu smiled faintly, and said lazily: "The green robe is beautiful and pimples, and the big mouth is smiling and the flies enter. If you want a good harvest this year, you will have to walk a few times in the fields."
Qin Jiu spoke all the way, and everyone in the hall laughed loudly. Looking at the man's green silk and white-spotted brocade gown, it really came true.
"You...Okay, your kid dare to call the Lord a toad, do you know who I am?" The man was still a little proud, his face suddenly turned pale when the poem came out.
Of course Qin Jiu knows who he is, but deliberately pretends not to know, "Just now you said, you are the one with a pimples in the field, how can I recognize you?" The crowd listened and laughed again. Become a ball.
"Master can't forgive you." Young evil's face turned green and green. With a "swipe" the big knife in his hand was taken out of its sheath, and he said with a fascinating smile, "Look at you for a better birth, how can I reluctantly accept you too, Lord? If the toad in the field, you are the mosquito in my mouth."
Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows and glanced, and then looked at the seven or eight domestic slaves behind him. She smiled lazily and said: "If you want to compare, hurry up. We are still waiting to write a poem."
The man saw that Qin Jiu was wearing a luxurious gown, and he looked like a noble boy without the power to bind a chicken. He didn't seem to have martial arts, so he grinned and said, "You kid has the courage to admire him. But you can say Okay, if you win the battle, you and Lange will both belong to me." As he said, he stepped forward.
Everyone in the hall evaded one after another, immediately vacating a space.
Although this evil young man was a little vain in figure, his martial arts was not weak, and his posture was dexterous. While walking in the hall, he swung his big sword towards Qin Jiu while walking. Qin Jiu knew that his fierce martial arts couldn't come up against him. She dodged her way to avoid the evil sword, took a copper bottle containing wine from the table, and greeted him. She performed light work, and her whole person was like a butterfly wearing a flower while dodge the knife that Shao Shao had struck, while looking for opportunities to attack Shao Shao's face. She specifically fought in places that were easy to see, but the two of them struggled for ten strokes, and the evil young eyes became black and blue, half of her face was swollen, and blood was dripping from her nostrils.
Looking at the durian with his mouth open, he only felt that his scalp was tingling. Loquat holding the sword, with cold eyebrows, looking blankly. Huang Mao, who looked sorrowful, finally got his energy, jumping on the durian shoulder and said: "Jiuye is playing well! Jiuye is playing well! Fight again!"
The few domestic slaves who were wicked wanted to step forward to help with their punches. Before they got close, they felt a strong wind hit, and they all fell out with a sigh.
In the end, Young Master Evil fell to the ground, and Qin Jiu stepped on his back, making him unable to move, leaning over and lazily asking: "What did you say just now, saying that the poems Jiuye I wrote are not good? "Her voice is as beautiful as the heavens, and the tone of her speech is also gentle and moving, but when it is heard in the ears of evil young, it is no less than a magical sound. He nodded and said: "Good! Good! Good! Great! I am a toad. !"
Qin Jiu's eyebrows were curled up with a smile, and he suddenly screamed like a pig in pain.
"Do you dare to make trouble again?" Qin Jiu asked slowly.
Evil Shao hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare anymore."
Qin Jiu slowly raised his foot and said coldly: "Get out! Don't let me see you again."
Evil Shao hurriedly got up, covered his face and got out of the crevices, and ran to the door of Wuyouju, before turning around and shouting: "Boy, I can't spare you."
Qin Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, stretched out his hand and flicked the elastic shirt, walked to the table and sat down, and asked, "Didn't you just say that you want to compose a poem? How come no one gets the pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"
Mama Cui said with a sad face: "Master, do you know who the offending person is? He is the maiden nephew of Concubine Chao Hui. His father is a famous cool official in the court. We can't afford to offend him!"
Of course Qin Jiu knew that he was the nephew of Concubine Hui, he was not so arrogant back then. However, even though she had to go to Hui Fei to explain, she still did. Seeing Cui's mother anxiously, Qin Jiu raised her eyebrows towards the second floor and said, "Is your mother scared? Isn't there still a Buddha shaking here? Tell me, who dares to provoke him? ?"
Cui's mother followed Qin Jiu's gaze towards the second floor, and saw that the window of an Accord on the second floor was half open, and a slender figure stood there vaguely.
Mother Cui slapped her thigh and said with a smile: "Oh, why did I forget him! How confused. You guys, quickly get the writing utensils." The maids took the order and began to put them on everyone's table. Paper, ink and pen.
Qin Jiu sat down at the table and asked the loquat to study the ink. She put the pen in the durian hand and said with a smile: "Lian'er, your knowledge should be good, today is the time to test you. Remember, it must be good." Do it well, at least surpass the unlearned Hades."
Durian felt that this task was too heavy. He smiled bitterly and said, "Jiuye, who do you hear that slaves can write poetry?"
Qin Jiu played with the cup in his hand and smiled Yanran: "So Lian'er really can compose poems? I just guessed. You just watched Lan She's dance just now, and you must have been poetic long ago! "
Durian held the ink pen in his hand and hesitated, "But, this is a brothel, and the slave is not in the mood to do it."
Qin Jiu clicked the corner of his lips and squinted his eyes: "If you really can't, I will send loquat to the mansion, cherry and lychee, they should be able to do it."
When durian heard it, he hurriedly said: "Okay. Then the minion will do it."
The durian pondered for a moment, then he lifted a pen and wrote on the rice paper: "It is like a nine-day cloud rolling, just like the four wilds hanging down. The clouds will go out of the east, and the wind will swing the willows. I have no intention to go out of Xiu, and enter the world in silence. But in the cold, return to the red dust and near the noise.
Qin Jiu slowly chanted the durian as he wrote, savoring it carefully, and felt that it was indeed in line with Lan She's dance style. At least, Durian can see the loneliness and nobleness of Lan She from her dance.
Qin Jiu smiled and nodded, and said, "Not bad!"
"This poem is really well done!" The mellow voice, low and low like a piano, came with a bewitching power.
Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows and eyelashes lightly, and saw that Yan Yu, who was dressed in white and beautiful clothes, had walked in front of him. He had just been troubled by the yellow hair, he had obviously refurbished, and changed into this wide-sleeved robe with a magenta beaded belt around his waist, which was particularly bright and dazzling, making him more upright and elegant, and charming. At the corner of his right eye where he was pecked by yellow hair, he also learned that Lan She posted a piece of red tin with the size of a bean, which happened to cover the scar, but he couldn't see it.
The corners of Qin Jiu's lips twitched. How much self-love is this person? However, a scar was still covered. Daring to be upstairs for a long time, I've been tinkering with this scar.
Huang Mao was originally reading durian writing on his desk, and seeing Yan Yu coming over, the hair all over his body exploded again, as if he was ready to attack at any time.
Qin Jiu leaned over to hug Huang Mao, patted his head and whispered, "Today you have the upper hand, if you make trouble again, you will suffer!" Huang Mao stared at Yan Yu bitterly. I've spared him temporarily.
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, picked up the durian poem that had just been written from the table, looked down at it, then placed it on the table, and said, "Jiuye just beat the bully, which is really impressive. I admire it. It’s just that it’s not so good to let someone else ghostwrite this poem! It turns out that Jiuye is the same as the one just now, brave but not talented!
Qin Jiu knew that he had just peeped at him through the window on the second floor and hit someone. She raised her eyebrows and did not take his sarcasm seriously.
In the next moment, Yan Yu pointed to the poem written by Qin Jiu and smiled and said: "Are you sure, just such a poem can win Lan She's favor? Don't you have any other expressions? For example: gold and silver jewelry "If you want to win the favor of prostitutes in the brothel, gold and silver jewelry is undoubtedly a must.
Qin Jiu touched his body and frowned: "I originally agreed to the prince's agreement, and didn't bring much silver taels. But even if I brought the silver taels, how could I be able to meet the prince's financial resources, fortunately, I didn't make it out. Just be an elegant person."
Yan Yu chuckled his lips and chuckled, "Your words are blocking the king's way. Forget it, if this is the case, this king will only publish a poem. Hope Xin, study ink."
Panxin stepped forward and laid out rice paper on Qin Jiu's desk and finished the ink.
Yan Yu walked to the case, rolled up his sleeves and held the ink pen, soaked in thick ink. Qin Jiu, Panxin and others stood by the table watching. I saw him in a leisurely mind, his pen was like wind, and his pen was like dragons and snakes. After a while, the rice paper was full of elegant handwriting. He made the last stroke of the book, threw the pen, and said with a smile, "I show my ugliness!"
Durian stretched his neck on one side, and said: "Fuck your guns and put on rhino armor, the cars will turn around and the soldiers will pick up; the flags cover the sun and the enemies, the swords and the swords will fight for the first; the flesh and blood will not be punished, and the heart will be strong. Xi cannot be overthrown, the body is death, the is the spirit, the soul is the ghost;"
"Hey? Is this dancing?" Durian murmured in surprise.
Qin Jiu couldn't help but his expression changed when he saw this poem. Just now, she did vaguely see this kind of tragic sentiment from Lan She Dance, but it seemed that Lan She had inadvertently revealed this feeling. He didn't want to express this feeling, but it might be what he was thinking, so he revealed it. Came out.
After all, Lan She is still in the middle of worry-free, she thinks his affection, Lan She does not want to be seen by others! But she really didn't expect that a dude like Yan Yu could actually see it, and still be able to resort to it.
Qin Jiu stretched out his hand to pick up the rice paper, read it again, shook his head and said: "The poem Wang Ye is well done. It's a pity, I am afraid that it may not be able to win Lang's appreciation."
Yan Yu smiled faintly, and said to Panxin: "Panxin, send someone to send my king's poem to Lan She."
Qin Jiu also squinted and smiled: "Loquat, send my poems to Lan She too."
Although the poem of Durian is also well written, Yan Yu believes that this poem that he has said in Lan She's mind will definitely win his appreciation. What's more, he had other promises to Lan She.
Although the rest of the guests knew that their chances of winning in front of Hades were very small, many people still wrote poems and sent them in. In this way, after a cup of tea, Lan She walked out from behind the curtain, saluted everyone under the high platform, and smiled gently and said: "Everyone's poems are good, but I only appreciate the one by Jiu Ye. I'm sorry everyone." After speaking, he passed the crowd with a pair of beautiful eyes, paused for a moment on Qin Jiu's face, and then passed quietly.
Qin Jiu looked back at Yan Yu, and saw that his long eyebrows were raised, an inconceivable trace passed through his black eyes, which was obviously stunned.
This result must have surprised him.
Qin Jiu smiled and said, "Master, I said long ago that your poems will not necessarily be appreciated by Langor. It's also not true. It may not be a question of poetry, but it may also be a question of personal charm."
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows higher, and a trace of contempt flashed in her charming eyes.
At this moment, the maid of Wuyouju came and pinned a small red bead flower on Qin Jiu's bun, representing celebration. How do you say today? It was also Lan She’s first time to go to the sea. She and Lan She were a bridal night in Wuyou Center.
Two men walked over to Qin Jiu with envious and jealous expressions.
A burst of firecrackers sounded outside the door of Wuyouju, first with a sharp opening, and then there was a burst of noise. The red confetti in the sky was blown up, and then fell down under the lights of various colors, covering the door of Wuyouju.
Yan Yu sat at the table and looked at Qin Jiu with a non-smiling expression, but his face had obviously become a little ugly.
The feeling of losing is really annoying.
The most annoying is actually the person in front of me.
This hateful woman, dressed in a man's clothes, with a triumphant smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, said to him: "Master, I wish to give in!"
She has crescent eyebrows and indigo, plain wrists and snow-skinned skin, and a bright red bead flower on her bun, which represents joy, is set against her dazzling smile, which is indescribably charming.
"Lord, I'll go to be happy first, please don't be envious of the lord. In addition, Lan She is a worry-free person. I am not forcing young people to practice evil arts! Lord, please wait for me for a while, and I will come and talk to you later. The gambling agreement between." Qin Jiu finished speaking, and then left gracefully, the rose-colored robe swelling agitated because of her turning around, unspeakably suave.
Within two steps, Qin Jiu turned around and said to Yan Yu: "Master, you don't seem to be happy to me yet!"
Yan Yu's lips twitched, and he said coldly, "Congratulations!"
Seeing that Qin Jiu was crowded out of the hall and headed to the Accord in the backyard.
Yan Yu slowly relaxed, leaning on the chair, staring at Qin Jiu who was going away, with a smile on his face, but a few sneers in his heart.