Marriage Under the Heavens

Qin Jiu thought that she was no longer afraid of fire, and she did a good job, at least she didn't scream or ran without screaming. After all, this was her own fire, so she was psychologically prepared, except for her face a little pale, nothing else was unusual. However, when she saw the person jumping out of the window, no matter how calm and calm she was, the corners of her lips couldn't help but twitch.

The person who jumped out was naturally Yan Wang Yan Yu.

It's just that he is naked, with no cloth silk on his body, only a lute in his hand.

Although Qin Jiu set fire to force him out, she still didn't expect him to come out naked.

Anyway, wear a little too!

As soon as Yan Yu jumped out, the firefighting girls' splashing movements froze, and the washbasins in their hands fell to the ground one after another.

This, this, this!

At present, the girls forgot about the burning fire and forgot that they were here to put out the fire. They were all dumbfounded, looking at the invisible body and a pair of eyes, just wishing to pop out of their eye sockets, cruelly Sticking to Yan Yu's body, it doesn't matter if you don't come back for a lifetime.

The girls' eyes moved down Yan Yu's graceful neck.

Wide shoulders and narrow hips, strong and strong, extremely moving waist, beautiful and smooth waistline. Go down again, go down again, — ah, ah, ah, go down again... look, no, see.

Then I was blocked by the Pipa in Yan Yu's arms. I was not reconciled. The girls can't wait for their gaze to be real, so that they can see through the pipa clearly what is hidden under the pipa. Further down, there are straight and slender legs, and the tightness seems to be full of strength.

The girls' eyes patted Yan Yu back and forth, unwilling, unwilling!

Yan Yu's ink hair has just been washed, and it falls down to his waist like a waterfall, adding the ultimate charm to him inexplicably. Although the skin is not fair, it has a very attractive honey color, which makes people want to take a bite.

The corners of Qin Jiu’s lips hooked, and I have to say that Yan Yu is indeed a rare and best product. He is fashionable in his robes and can’t be seen very well, but when I look at it after being stripped off, the muscles of his body are really beautiful and symmetrical The most outstanding artwork of the Hand of God. This figure is undoubtedly very good, extremely good, as if it has magical powers, half of it is pure and beautiful like an immortal holiness, and half is enchanting like a devil.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yan Yu seemed to be okay, naked and naked, holding his pipa and fumbled and fumbled, checking like a baby. At the end, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "Fortunately, this baby Pipa was not burned!" He didn't care about getting dressed, just to grab the Pipa.

Yan Yu wiped the drops of water splashed on his chest with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and said slowly to a woman in green shirt who was splashing wash water on him: "A Cui, you use jasmine powder on your face. Ah, it smells good."

"Yeah, Wang... Wang... Lord, it's jasmine powder, it smells good." A Cui murmured and repeated Yan Yu's words, his eyes still stuck to Yan Yu's broad chest. Then, suddenly there were two bright red lines of blood dripping from the nose.

A Cui suddenly realized that she had a nosebleed!

It's really embarrassing that A Cui wants to find a seam to drill in! I was embarrassed, but saw that Yan Yu was holding Pipa with a piece of Jinpa in his hand, which was wet.

Yan Yu kindly took the Jinpa and wiped A Cui's nosebleed.

Qin Jiu looked at one side, squinting, Yan Yu absolutely deliberately. He wiped his nose with the Jinpa he used to wipe his body, and wiped it away, and his nosebleeds flowed faster.

"You guys, continue fighting the fire!" Yan Yu said lazily, and the girls all agreed. Only then did they remember that the fire had not been saved, so they rushed to fetch water.

Yan Yu clamped Pipa under his armpit and walked towards where Qin Jiu was standing. As a result, Qin Jiu was forced to see what he shouldn't see.

Qin Jiu wanted to close her eyes. She was afraid of looking at the long needle eye, but this person leaned toward her, as if he had forgotten that he didn't even have a thread. It wasn't that he didn't care.

Really-shameless!

Speaking of it, the wonderful spring in front of me is too bright and alluring, and it is indeed a bit of a loss if I don't see it. What's more, she was seen by him before, and she is now Qin Jiu, it seems that it is not suitable not to watch, so Qin Jiu glanced at him!

Qin Jiu was forced to watch this for a while. At the end, she smiled brightly at Yan Yu and praised: "The figure of the prince is not bad."

Yan Yu sneered at her with Pipa.

Such a demeaned and undressed cold smile is too unmatched with the great spring light in front of him, this smile is really too cold, like nine days of cold snow. In those long dark eyes, the cold light appeared. Since returning to Lijing this time, Qin Jiu has not seen Yan Yu show such an expression in front of her.

It's amazing!

He glanced at Qin Jiu, turned around and entered a room next to Panxin. After a while, I wore a dazzling black brocade dress. Obviously there was nothing else inside the dress. Only this thin piece of clothing was wrapped around my body. When the wind blew, the shirt swayed. In fact, it is temptation to not wear it.

"Come in!" Yan Yu said lightly, his voice was like cold jade, cold and lazy.

Qin Jiu felt that something was wrong with Yan Yu, but still followed him into the room.

"Jiuye, if you like this king, you can just say that this king is not forbidding you to watch. In order to see this king's body, burning the house, it is too much!" Yan Yu suddenly turned around, thinly The corners of the lips were curled up like a smile but not a smile, but the bottom of his eyes was as deep as an abyss, boundless, and the sarcasm in the tone was extremely obvious.

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows faintly and said: "The prince has been wronged by saying that. Why do I want to see the prince, and it was not I who let the prince come out naked. It was you who suddenly jumped out of the house without warning. I can’t help but have to take a look. Let’s go, Lord, you are the culprit! Who told you not to wear clothes!"

Yan Yu suddenly raised his head and laughed, and there was an indescribable desolation in his laughter. The laughter stopped abruptly, the tone suddenly turned cold, and the voice said in a gloomy voice: "What a witty demon!"

When the voice fell, Yan Yu suddenly leaned forward, and without Qin Jiu's prevention, pushed her against the wall, his big hand was like a ghost and clamped Qin Jiu's neck. It's like a harpoon, nailing a fish to a boat board.

Qin Jiu was startled, his hand quickly grasped the flower bandage in his sleeve, and with a slight movement, the two embroidery needles flew out quickly. Qin Jiu originally wanted Yan Yu to let go of his hand when he dodges, but Yan Yu didn’t dodge. He didn’t even wrinkle his brow even though the two embroidery needles were nailed to his wrist one after another. Say let go.

Qin Jiu raised his eyes and stared at the black eyes that Yan Yu was close at hand. In these eyes looking at her, there was a trace of strange light passing through the bottom of them. Such eyes were like an eagle falcon searching for food in the sky. I saw the prey, fierce, sharp, and precise.

Qin Jiu's heart sank slightly, and suddenly he remembered the nickname Yan Yu Yan.

"Master, what are you going to do? I'm just joking, is it worth the anger?" Qin Jiu said with squinting eyes.

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "I hate the person who set fires the most. It's better not to let me see it again!" As he said, he suddenly let go of his hand. The embroidery needle that Qin Jiu nailed to his wrist was pulled out, and two strings of blood beads dripped down with the embroidery needle.

He didn't even look at the scar on his wrist, and walked to the low couch in the middle of the house and sat down.

Qin Jiu's heart shook slightly when he heard Yan Yu's words. His words made an indistinguishable wave in her heart.

"Aren't you going to work with me? I want to hear, what can you do with me!" Yan Yu strolled to the brocade in the room, said lazily with lines on the corners of his lips.

Qin Jiu touched the aching neck and cursed secretly: Turning his face ruthlessly, and smiling again, it was really fast to change his face.

Qin Jiu walked slowly to the brocade mat in front of Yan Yu and sat down. Only then did he take care of the room and found that it did not seem to be the girls' boudoir, but a tea room. There is a wooden case between the two, with a small red clay stove on it. Yan Yu poured water into the pot and put it on the small red clay stove.

At this moment, it was almost noon, and the faint sunlight poured silently into the house like a tide, shining the ground so finely. The room was very quiet, and the noise in the next room Panxin could be faintly heard.

But it was quiet in this tea room, Yan Yu just looked down at the kettle on the stove.

Qin Jiu smiled suddenly. There was a lively fire fighting over there, and they were making tea quietly. It was an elegant thing to say. After a while, the soup on the stove boiled, making a gurgling sound, and the heat that came out slowly covered Yan Yu's face, as if it were true.

Yan Yu picked up the kettle, poured hot water into the purple sand Ruochen's cup, and then skillfully scalded the cup and sprinkled tea. Qin Jiu admired his exquisite and embroidered movements, and squinted his eyes: "It turns out that the prince also understands the tea ceremony."

"Slightly familiar." Yan Yu smiled lazily, holding up the tea cup and placing it in front of Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu picked up the tea cup and smelled it lightly, only to feel a strong tea fragrance entering his nose. She took a sip slowly, squeezed her neck, still felt a little pain, then sighed: "Just now, the prince was so cruel, I thought I was going to die. But now, after drinking such good tea, I think It’s worth it if you die."

Yan Yu said lazily: "Where is Jiuye so easy to be killed." As he said, he lifted his wrist that was nailed by Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu took another sip and smiled, “I don’t know why, it’s just ordinary tea. Why does it become so different after being cooked by the prince?” Qin Jiu had learned the tea ceremony a little before, but he didn’t. proficient.

Yan Yu smiled and said: "In this world, everything is done with heart. The same is true for making tea. Only with ulterior motives can you make good tea." He picked up a piece of tea from the tea box and said, "Every kind of tea is It is different. Naturally, the water used to make tea needs to be different to make their unique taste. Some tea needs spring water, some tea needs well water, and another kind of tea needs morning dew. Choose When the tea is set, the water temperature needs to be mastered during the cooking process. In addition, the water temperature required for each type of tea is also different. Therefore, in the process of cooking tea, you must pay special attention to the water temperature. Finally, after cooking like this Tea is naturally different."

Qin Jiu was slightly surprised when Yan Yu spoke. What she was surprised was not that making tea is so complicated, but that Yan Yu would try to learn such a complicated thing.

"Master, how long have you been learning to make tea?"

Yan Yu dusted his clothes, stretched out his hand and picked up a cup of tea. His hands are long and slender, and he wears a huge emerald on his middle finger, just like ice crystals from a pool of green water. He smiled slowly in the steam of the tea: "Just drink tea and ask so much for what?" "Jiuye said that he would help me get wan incense, not just because he wanted to get Su'er's heart! We are simply today. Just talk about it frankly, how about? As the master of the Tianchen Sect, this king doesn't believe your purpose in Lijing City!" Yan Yu said lazily.

Qin Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark bottom of his eyes was reflected by the faint sunlight, as if it had been covered with a layer of amber, almost transparent with an unpredictable depth. She maintained a leisurely look, slowly put down the cup in her hand, and smiled sweetly: "The prince, there are some things, although more than ten years have passed, maybe many people have forgotten, but I believe that the prince is not I will forget it!"

Yan Yu's long eyebrows condensed, and darkness suddenly appeared in his black eyes, but his face still remained a smile but a smile: "What is Jiuye saying, why doesn't this king understand?" "Don't understand? Just listen to me tell a story to the prince!" Qin Jiu said with a smile.

"The protagonist of this story I want to tell is a prince. His name is his character. It is the last star of the Big Dipper, but it is also the brightest star. You can tell from this name. , His father and emperor loved him so much." Qin Jiu just opened his head, he saw Yan Yu slightly raised his sword eyebrows, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and a sharp look faded in his deep and shiny eyes.

"The prince, don't worry, this is the beginning. This little prince is also very upright, intelligent, and quite admired by the officials, saying that he is the pillar of the country. If nothing else, he might be the emperor in the future. It's just a pity that when he was eight years old, his elder brother initiated a palace change."

"The little prince's father is in good health. It was originally no problem to live for another ten or twenty years. However, he suddenly succumbed. The poisoner was his little prince." Qin Jiu said slowly.

With a soft "Kang Dang" sound, the cup in Yan Yu's hand suddenly shattered, and the hot tea in it splashed out. Yan Yu's hand was pierced by the porcelain piece of the teacup because of sudden force. The red blood flowed down his fingers, which formed a sharp contrast with the green gem on his middle finger.

The green is dazzling, and the red is dazzling.

A wave of waves flashed in Qin Jiu's dark eyes, but it was as shallow as the moonfall in Shuanghe, without a trace.

"Naturally, the reputation of this little prince has been bad since then. However, he did not die because someone had committed a crime for him. That person is said to be a palace man." Qin Jiu said quietly, "It's a joke. The death of a prince of a country, how can a little palace lady be able to bear it. The emperor who was murdered by a palace lady **** is just fooling the common people. In fact, the last person who came out to convict was the little prince’s mother and concubine. A concubine with no background. It is said that she fell out of favor, so she poisoned the medicine bowl her son presented to the emperor."

Although Yan Yu's expression hadn't fluctuated much, Qin Jiu could see the hostility that swept past his black eyes.

"This story is really ugly. Isn't Jiuye a better story?" He picked up a Jinpa from the table and covered the wound on his hand.

Qin Jiu smiled brilliantly: "The prince, the wound on his hand can be healed, and the wound in his heart may never heal. I heard that the concubine of the first emperor, the concubine Jing, the concubine of the prince, loves tea most. The prince has learned the skill of making tea so well, I am afraid he has never cooked it for his mother and concubine himself!"

"Haha." The mask on Yan Yu's face burst. If that evil smile, that leisurely freedom is a mask.

At this moment, it is replaced by fierceness.

His eyes were sharp and compelling, and there was a cold and sharp blade across his deep and endless eyes. The expression on his face can be said to be hideous.

Qin Jiu felt that he might pounce on himself in the next instant, strangling himself to death.

"The prince thought that if he killed Qin Jiu, the fact that once existed was gone? Who was the one who killed his father and killed the king? I think no one knows better than the prince. You are not willing to let him Your mother and concubine have committed the crime. In fact, in the hearts of the world, you still think that the prince did it. Because no one believes that the guilty palace man is the real murderer. The prince is not willing to clean up his grievances for himself, but also for himself. Mother concubine think about it, is it possible for her to spend her life in the cold emperor's tomb without seeing the world to atone for that unnecessary sin?"

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows calmly and said nothing.

Qin Jiu had to admire this man!

At this time, he was too calm.

She sighed and raised her eyebrows diagonally, revealing a soft smile: "Tell the prince to be honest, although I am a member of the Tianchen Sect, this time I come to Lijing, there is something unusual. The purpose of mine. Actually, his enemy is the same as the enemy of the prince. Because of this, I said, we can cooperate!"

"What purpose?"