Chapter 31: Dislike

Jiuman Mountain is located 30 miles west of Lijing City. Although the mountain is not high-risk and rugged, the mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles. It is a rare scenic spot in Dayu.
Since ancient times, Jiuman Mountain has been famous for its hot springs. Legend has it that in ancient times, there were Taoists who visited this mountain and bathed in hot springs, sighing that this mountain should be the residence of immortals. But in recent years, most of the people visiting Jiuman Mountain have come from the large plum forest at the foot of Mu Mountain.
This plum forest stretches for several miles, and there is a large lake passing by the forest. Although this lake is not as warm as the mountain hot springs, it does not freeze in the cold weather. In the first lunar month, the plum forest blossoms, the fragrant snow is like the sea, the lake water is like a mirror, and the delicate flowers shine in the shadows. Therefore, the plum forest is named Fragrant Snow Sea, and the lake is named Mirror Flower Waters.
Every year on the Snow Praying Festival, a high platform for fighting music is built on the banks of Jinghua Waters. This year is no exception. As early as a month ago, the emperor ordered the Ministry of Engineering to send personnel to build it.
If it was just praying for snow, most of the people in Lijing City would not take it seriously, but it was the fighting music of the noble daughters of the dynasties that accompanied this prayer. Therefore, the grand occasion of the Snow Prayer Festival is no less than that of the Shangyuan Festival, because fireworks are easy to enjoy, and plum blossoms do not often bloom. Le Ji’s music can be obtained even if it is a piece for a daughter, but the music of a daughter from the noble family of the Celestial Dynasty is nowhere to be sought.
Therefore, on the twenty-first day of the first lunar month, on the roads leading to Jiuman Mountain, there is a constant flow of people.
Durian heard about the Qixue Festival two days ago. He tried in front of Qin Jiu many times. After receiving Qin Jiu's promise that he would take them there, he was very happy these two days. But after finally waiting for this day, seeing the sun rise, Qin Jiu didn't intend to leave yet, instead sitting in the warm pavilion embroidering.
After swearing at Qin Jiu in the carriage that day, for some reason, he suddenly felt that he was not so bored of her. Maybe it's because she mercifully spared him and Cherry. He didn't know how Cherries felt. In short, Cherries looked more reticent than before.
Durian was very anxious, but didn't dare to disturb her.
His heart was anxious, but he still pretended to kneel and sit on the felt blanket calmly, and under Huang Mao's supervision, he divided Qin Jiu's threads.
This colorful silk thread is extremely thin, extremely slippery, lustrous and translucent, smooth, and very hard to twist.
Durian remembered that when his mother used to embroider, the silk threads they bought were originally separated in color. I don't know where Qin Jiu bought them. These silk threads were actually mixed together.
Qin Jiu put cherries and lychees away, so he asked him to do the work of this woman. Huang Mao was also sent to work as a supervisor. Huang Mao’s black bean eyes looked like fiery eyes. When he saw him dividing the line, he pounced at him, and when he saw his hands were slow, he pecked at him.
Durian felt that if he continued like this, his hands would be as dexterous as a woman. He was really afraid that the demon girl would teach him embroidery next.
"Jiuye, don't we go to pray for the snow festival?" Seeing the sun rising higher and higher, I was afraid that I would be too late if I didn't go. Durian finally couldn't help but urged.
Qin Jiu glanced at him lazily, raised his eyebrows, looking very leisurely, "What is Lian'er anxious about?"
"The minion heard that he was late and would not be able to occupy the front row." Durian hesitated.
Qin Jiu curled his lips and smiled and said, "Someone will take the seat for us, and there will be others who will come and pick us up."
Durian thought for a moment and said: "It's His Royal Highness King Kang Yang!"
Since King Kangyang hosted Qin Jiu at Linglong Pavilion that day, this incident has been spread as a good story to Quanli Capital. After all, there are not many things that can spend a lot of money and order every dish just for the sake of a smile. The most important thing is that the demon girl of the Tianchen Sect who had just stole into the princess's house a few days ago and led the four men to serve. Although no specific evidence was found to show that the four men had been ravaged by the enchantress, it was even more fancy than the evidence.
Qin Jiu shook his head and said, "I don't know if His Royal Highness King Kangyang will come, but someone will definitely come to pick us up."
"Who is that?" Durian really couldn't think of it. Besides King Kangyang, who else would come to pick her up.
He was racking his brains to guess, and he heard the lychee who was guarding the door exclaiming: "Jiuye, His Royal Highness Anling is here to visit."
Qin Jiu smiled while holding the needle, and said, "Lian'er, the person who picked you up is here."
Durian hardly believed his ears. King Anling would come to invite Qin Jiu. Didn’t you hear it wrong?
At this moment, a series of rapid footsteps sounded outside the door, and then the curtain was lifted vigorously, and a chilly wind poured in.
Yan Su strode in. He was wearing a peacock purple uniform. The heavy garb was embroidered with intricate patterns and looked dark and splendid. He walked in a hurry, and stopped indoors, the wind swaying from the purple clothes was very loud. A distance away, the cold wind quickly soaked Qin Jiu's arm along his sleeve.
Qin Jiu sat cross-legged on the brocade mat, his red shirt was on the floor, his sleeves hung down, showing half of his jade-white arms, and he smiled with his white fingers and needlework: "Lian'er, close the curtain." His eyes turned towards An. Ling Wang, with a soft smile on his pretty face, like a peony that was suddenly released, "What wind brought His Royal Highness An Ling, Litchi, let’s get tea."
Furong face, Qiu Shui eyes, coupled with this soft smile, soft tone, I'm afraid it will be shocked by another man.
It's just that this man is Yan Su.
His eyes are as sharp as a sword, their eyes are as cold as ice, and the opening and closing of his eyes are born with a self-evident majesty.
"No need." Yan Yu waved his hand and refused mercilessly, "Qin Jiu, you don't need to pretend to be garlic. My king is here today to get back that warm silk skirt."
Qin Jiu slowly put away his smile, and raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched Yan Su's body surging like a rushing mountain rain.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Qin Jiu picked up the dress that was embroidering in his hand and said: "I said that your Highness had time to come to the mansion. It turned out to be for this. The skirt you want is here. I heard that this It's a gift you want to give to Miss Su. You have long ordered the Needlework Bureau to rush to work day and night. But your Royal Highness also knows that it will be late when you send this silk. It will cost light to weave this cloth. Quite a few days, last night, the tailors and embroiders of the Needlework Bureau rushed all night to make this skirt. In the end, there were still a few flowers that were not embroidered. They were so swollen and painful that they could not embroider. I was helpless. So I took it personally. No, originally I was going to see the Snow Praying Festival. In order to catch your work, it was too late to go to the Snow Praying Festival. I originally sent it to your Highness when the embroidery was finished. I don’t want you. If you come to pick it up yourself, please wait for a while, and I will embroider for your highness immediately.
Yan Su listened to Qin Jiu's words, his stern expression remained unchanged. Only when his gaze came into contact with the skirt in Qin Jiu's hand, the sharp sword-like gaze softened a bit.
Yesterday, he sent someone to the Needlework Bureau to pick up the skirt. Ning Shu, the steward of the Needlework Bureau, said that the skirt hadn't been finished yet, which meant that it would be delivered early in the morning. He sent someone to pick it up early in the morning, but was told that the flowers on the skirt had not been embroidered, and Zhang Shi took it home and embroidered it. He was furious when he heard it.
This piece of spun silk was not easy to come by. He specifically asked when it was handed over to the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau that it must be done before the Snow Festival. Unexpectedly, not only did it fail to do it, but also was taken back by the demon girl Qin Jiu, and he had heard wrong, Qin Jiu wanted to embroider the dress. She didn't think that Qin Jiu's skill was not good, but she felt that if this demon girl embroidered the skirt, wouldn't it defile this skirt. If Banxiang knew, he would definitely not wear it.
Qin Jiu knew that Yan Su was despising her, and sneered in his heart.
Yan Su ah Yan Su, your wife's road is long.