Chapter 15: Bai Suxuan is dead

"Oh, really?" Qin Jiu looked directly at the durian playfully, with a smile on his lips, and said slowly, "Then I count when my Lian'er broke the boy's body."
With a bitter face, Durian placed the wine jar on the case with a trembling, for fear that he would accidentally break the wine jar for a while.
The smile on Qin Jiu's lips deepened, "According to the loquat investigation, Lian'er lived on the street and became a beggar three years ago. You have no money to be a beggar for the past three years, so you will definitely not be able to go to the brothel. Which woman liked you, so it must not be that time. After the loquat brought you into the Tianchen Sect, you have been following me. I did not move you. Others know that you are my person, so naturally they will not move you. Come..." Qin Jiu stretched his voice, looking surprised, "Lian'er turned out to be three years ago...you were seventeen years old this year, three years ago, you were fourteen. Fourteen years old... ...Lian'er, you were fourteen years old..."
Durian sweats coldly.
"You are not a minion!" Durian retorted with anger.
"Not fourteen? Is that thirteen? Or younger?" Qin Jiu continued to ask with a smile.
Durian was sweating cold, and his face was embarrassed, but he didn't know how to refute her.
He thought it was wise for him to put down the wine jar, otherwise he might hit the demon girl.
"Hahaha..." Qin Jiu couldn't help laughing upside down when he saw durian's stupid appearance. She leaned on the bed, picked up the hip flask on the table, gracefully tilted her back, the raised hip flask tilted, the mellow red wine drew a clear arc in the air, and fell precisely into her sandalwood mouth. The lines of her raised neck are elegant and smooth, like the pointed chin carved from the finest mutton white jade, which is slightly raised, revealing a noble arrogance.
Light and shadow linger in the room, and the figure wrapped in carmine clothes is so beautiful and enchanting.
She had a slightly hoarse laughter, which was obviously so daring, but it was so horrifying.
Durian looked at Qin Jiu who was drinking, and was stunned again.
"Jiu Ye, drink, drink, Huang Mao wants to drink..." Huang Mao couldn't help being scented by the wine, and jumped to the sapphire case and asked Qin Jiu for wine.
Qin Jiu smiled sweetly, held up the wine glass to fill it up, and threw his head up. The cup made an arc and flew towards the yellow hair. Huang Mao stared at Black Bean's eyes, flapped his wings and probed it, just dang the cup in his mouth, then raised his neck, and drank.
It drank, its mouth opened, and the cup fell on the case.
"More, more." Huang Mao continued begging with flapping wings.
Qin Jiu patted Huang Mao's head and said, "Although this autumn leaf red is famously soft in the mouth, mellow and sweet, but it has stamina, you can't drink it anymore. But Lian'er, come over and drink some. I thought you It's still a child, so you are a man at the age of thirteen. How can a man not drink alcohol."
"A slave is only thirteen years old... There is no slave. There is no slave yet." Durian shouted the truth with a bitter expression.
Qin Jiu laughed and said, "That's easy to say. Since Lian'er is still there, I will be wronged by Lian'er at night."
Durian regretted hitting the wall.
Suddenly he picked up the wine jar on the case, raised it up and started drinking.
Anyway, he is going to be bullied by the demon girl, anyway, he won't survive tonight, he might as well die drunk.
Qin Jiu faintly looked at the durian who was drinking, and he started to wander when he saw half a jar of wine under his stomach. The wine jar slid down his body onto the case, and he collapsed to the ground with a red face.
Huang Mao was originally well, but now he also started to shake drunkly, walked a few steps unsteadily, and finally fell on the durian.
Qin Jiu sighed softly, teasing durian may be the only joy in her gloomy life now.
She put the hip flask on the table, turned over and stood up from the bed, her bright red dress hanging down like the last touch of red in the snow in winter.
The wound on her body was painful like a heart-piercing lung, because the internal energy that had been exhausted in these two fights flowed in her body disobediently. Tonight, she has to practice her inner strength.
The residence that Qing Emperor gave to Qin Jiu was in Guangzhaifang. This residence was specially prepared by the court for the disciples of the Tianchen Sect who entered Beijing to work for the past dynasties. Concubine Hui used to live here. This house occupies a small area, but the layout is unique and exquisite, with flying eaves and arches, multiple buildings and pavilions, and a courtyard is connected to a courtyard. The Xuanxie corridors, pavilions and pavilions are extremely unique.
As early as a few days ago, the court had already sent someone over to clean up, so after Qin Jiu arrived, he didn't need to send someone to clean, so he stayed straight.
That night, Qin Jiu had eaten dinner early. She sent the cherries and lychees away under the pretext of being injured. She herself took the loquat out of the back door of the house and rode straight to the Xuande Gate of Lijing in a carriage. After going out of Xuande Gate, he walked along the official road towards Jiuman Mountain.
It was dark, and there were no other carriages on the official road except Qin Jiu, and the surrounding area was quiet. Qin Jiu leaned on the soft couch in the carriage and looked towards the sky lightly. In the dark sky, a full moon was already high above the horizon, and under its clear light, the surrounding stars were already faintly looming.
The hot spring arranged by Mu Yufei for Qin Jiu is in Princess Zhaoping's palace.
Zhaoping Princess Yan Shuixuan is the third child of Emperor Qing, and the third younger sister of Anling Wang Yan Su. In the twelfth year of Emperor Qing Dynasty, she recruited Xie Dichen as her husband and opened a mansion outside the palace. Originally, the couple was in harmony, and the piano was peaceful, but in the thirteenth year of Emperor Qing, Princess Zhaoping did not know why, and asked Qing Emperor for decree and her husband Xie Dichen to reconcile her for some reason. After obtaining permission from Emperor Qing, he invited himself to the Jiuman Mountain Palace to recuperate.
When Qin Jiu arrived at Jiuman Mountain, he saw a horse-drawn carriage parked at the foot of the mountain. The man standing next to the horse-drawn carriage holding his hands and looking up at the horizon was Mu Yufei. He heard the sound of the carriage and turned around slowly.
At that moment, even though there was some distance away, Qin Jiu still saw the heavy sadness in Mu Yufei's eyes through the bright moonlight.
She has known Mu Yufei for six years.
She remembered him as a sunny, steady and wise man. Therefore, she was relieved to hand over Linglong Pavilion and other businesses under his name to him. It was precisely because these businesses were all recorded under Mu Yufei's name, so after the accident in her family, these businesses were not confiscated by the court.
She thought he would always be sunny and free, but in the day of reunion today, she saw such sad emotions in his eyes several times. She knew that he was worried for her, but she couldn't help it.
She stepped out of the carriage and walked slowly to him.
"My lord, do you really want to do this?" Mu Yufei couldn't help asking again in the end.
Qin Jiu nodded and said, "Xuan Li, you know, once you start practicing this kind of kung fu, you can't stop it halfway."
Mu Yufei's eyes became darker from the original deep and secluded, and he sighed for a long time, with unspeakable pain in that voice.
"My lord, come with me. Princess Zhaoping is not living in the other palace now, so I asked someone to ask her and took her jade pendant."
"You didn't tell Zhaoping about me, did you?" Qin Jiu asked.
Mu Yufei nodded and said, "No, I know you don't want her to know."
"Remember, don't let anyone know. There is no Bai Suxuan in this world. Bai Suxuan is dead. The one who lives now is Qin Jiu, who lives in place of thousands of wronged souls." Qin Jiu said word by word.
The wind in the mountains was extremely strong, blowing her clothes and tumbling in the wind, as if countless resentful spirits were dancing.