Marriage Under the Heavens

Qin Jiu felt that he was crazy, so he would say this at this time.

She didn't mean to irritate him on purpose, really not. She just felt heartache when she saw his desperate gaze. She had long since died and decided not to be soft-hearted. Such feelings really shouldn't be. Therefore, she said this, perhaps to prove that she would not relent, but she stimulated him.

The expression on his face was still cold, but his eyes were filled with snow and storm. Unprepared, her body was hugged by a pair of arms, or it was more appropriate to be hooped. He held it so hard and so domineering that she could barely breathe and resist. She thought she would be strangled to death by him, but he quickly let go of her, and then the world turned around, she was pressed by him on the beauty couch. She raised her head and looked at him in the distance. He had an expression she had never seen before, like an angry lion, and she, his prey, seemed to be ready to swallow her alive at any time.

"Qin Jiu, are you doing this to me?! Why are you helping me, why are you smiling at me, why do you make me think I have hope, and then kick me away fiercely." He shook her. Asked coldly on his shoulders.

Qin Jiu never knew that Yan Yu, who had always been elegant and evil, would go crazy. She saw him shaking her shoulders, she felt his hands on her neck, she felt a little unable to breathe, but she did not resist.

She admitted.

She took advantage of him, even if she beat him up.

She felt that after a long, long time, she did not know when the pressure on her body was relieved. She coughed and smiled at him. "Yuheng, if you hate me, you should, but Durian is your nephew after all. Son, he didn't know anything about me."

Qin Jiu is not afraid that Yan Yu will hate her, but he is afraid that Yan Yu will be angry with durian.

Yan Yu didn't speak, but when she mentioned the durian, her angry eyes broke into ice and became extremely sad.

"Qin Jiu, I don't hate your use!" Yan Yu said quietly.

Yes, it was not her use that irritated him, he was even willing to be used by her. What makes him angry is her heart, why is it so cold? She couldn't possibly be ignorant of his feelings for her, but she deliberately pretended to be ignorant. She only regarded his sincerity as an eye-catching dust attached to her, wishing to wipe it off immediately. Or maybe it was when his heart was the dog skin plaster sticking to her, he wanted to remove it immediately.

Qin Jiu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Oh, what is that? Is it because of the hot spring night? If you think I forced you, if you feel that you have suffered a loss, then you can get it back. To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be a boy."

Yan Yu's eyes narrowed again, and what throbbed in his eyes was the dark flames from hell, which made people frightened, "Give me medicine, a spring dream, so I think I am happy with you, Qin Jiu, you think I am Are you really that stupid? Well, you keep saying that I can ask for it, then I really want to ask for it tonight." A sneer was raised at the corner of his lips, an indescribable complex color flashed in his eyes, and his big hand brushed , Unveiled the clothes on her chest.

Qin Jiu didn't move, letting him untie her clothes and scattered them. She just smiled at the corner of her lips and looked at him enchantingly.

He knew it a long time ago. She shouldn't have been careless. The power of the psychedelic drug is powerful, but since she knew that he killed Zhang Yulan by herself, she knew that the amount of the drug might be smaller for him, maybe He woke up early. Now it looks like this is indeed the case.

She watched the emotions in his eyes intertwined and surging, and it seemed to flood her at any time. She watched him leaning down, watching him take a hard bite on her bare shoulder.

He did not kiss her, but bit—her.

He bit without mercy, Qin Jiu couldn't help but whispered.

He quickly raised his head, squinted at the **** tooth marks on her shoulders, stretched out his slender fingers to hook up her delicate chin, and looked deeply into her eyes, "Does it hurt? Do you finally know that it hurts?" He asked hoarsely.

Qin Jiu smiled, Mingli was extremely charming, and the flowers bloomed to their fullest.

Of course she knows the pain, she has experienced pain even more than this, this pain is nothing at all.

Her careless smile made Yan Yu's heart a little flustered. He slowly let go of her and sat up straight.

Qin Jiu turned over and got off the beauty couch, took off the cloak that Yan Yu had hung on the hanger, wrapped it around himself, and asked casually, "Are you sure you really don't want it?"

Yan Yu's lips twitched, and he smiled charmingly, "I want it, but not now. Qin Jiu, I will wait, one day, I will let you willingly." He smiled so gracefully and evilly, and recovered again. To the demeanor Yan Wang should have.

Qin Jiu smiled, and quickly put on his clothes, walked towards the door, but stopped when he reached the doorknob. She looked back at Yan Yu and said, "There is something that you may not know yet. Shang Sisi seems to be very interested in you. She looks charming and has martial arts. Maybe you should think about it."

Yan Yu suddenly raised his head, squinted his phoenix eyes dangerously, and smiled charmingly at Qin Jiu, "I suddenly regretted it. I want it again now, didn't you say you want to stay with me all night? Come on!"

As he said, he strode towards Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu was taken aback, turned around and opened the door vigorously, and ran out lightly, closing the door with a bang.

Yan Yu looked at the tightly closed door, his lips raised a smile, but his eyes were as desolate as a wounded beast.

After a light snowfall, Lijingcheng really became cold, and everything was bleak.

These days, because of the cold weather, Qin Jiu stayed in the Nuan Pavilion every day, but she did not let the news outside. Every day, the Suyi Bureau will bring her news from the court and the arena. Loquat will sift through the news and show her useful ones.

On this day, Loquat sent a piece of letter paper to Qin Jiu's hand. After reading it, Qin Jiu's eyebrows frowned deeply, "Why did you find this news until today?"

Loquat said with a hand down: "These days, Suyi Bureau has been busy investigating the whereabouts of Lian Yuren and Concubine Xian, and has never paid attention to the affairs of the Emperor Tomb. Until today, I did not know that something happened to the Emperor Tomb. On the night of the fifteenth, Concubine Xian went to the imperial mausoleum with a gold medal and hijacked Concubine Jing from the imperial mausoleum."

Qin Jiu put down the flower bandage in her hand, and she suddenly remembered the sad expression on Yan Yu's face when she broke the bracelet of Princess Jing that night. At that time, he probably knew that Concubine Jing was in trouble, and that bracelet was her mother's only item, but she broke it. He looked so tired, he must have been looking for the whereabouts of Concubine Xian and his mother.

Concubine Jing has been living in the imperial mausoleum for many years. She had finally waited for the chance to see the sun again, but she didn't want to be taken away by her.

"Presumably Wang Yan is very uncomfortable in his heart. If Jiuye wants to visit him." Seeing Qin Jiudai frowned, Loquat suggested thinking.

Qin Jiufeng narrowed his eyes, tapped on the desk with his fingers, and said lightly: "Concubine Xian took away Concubine Jing, so she was naturally doing something with her as a hostage. This shows that Concubine Jing will not be in any danger, Yan. Wang knows this too. He shouldn't be too sad, so let's not bother him."

Seeing Qin Jiu's expression as usual, Loquat couldn't help but worry.

Qin Jiu lowered his head, twisted the embroidery needle, and continued to embroider.

"Su Wanxiang in the palace, is there any movement?" Qin Jiu asked, holding the embroidery needle.

Loquat bowed his head and said: "Every day I wear clothes, and I don't talk to others much. I haven't found anything unusual so far."

Qin Jiu squinted his eyes, "Let Cai Gongfeng send someone to keep an eye on it. Is there no news about my sister Bai Xiujin's family?"

A few days ago, when Qin Jiu lied to Yan Yu that she was Bai Xiujin, an idea suddenly popped up in her heart. Although it was incredible, if it were true, it would really make people shudder.

Bai Xiujin is the daughter of her father's best friend Cui Yuhan. Back then, Cui Yuhan was exiled to the North because of sin, and entrusted his beloved daughter Cui Mingming to the Bai family. In order to conceal her, her father changed her name to Bai Xiujin, and took her as a righteous daughter.

These days, Qin Jiu ordered Loquat to send people to the North to find Cui Yuhan's family who had been exiled there, but there was no news.

"Things have passed for many years, and the Northland is bitterly cold, the family may have died in the Northland long ago. King Yan's fief is in the Northland, maybe you can ask King Yan to inquire about it." Loquat proposed.

Qin Jiu didn't speak, lowered his head and continued embroidering. This is a picture of a chrysanthemum. The golden flower is facing the wind and proud of snow. Only the last petal is left, but he accidentally pierced his finger. A drop of bright red blood fell on the golden chrysanthemum, dyeing the chrysanthemum. A bright red. Qin Jiu frowned, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Shang Chuchu asked her for this painting, and Shang Chuchu will soon return to Yunshao State with Shang Sisi and Yue Min. In addition to celebrating his birthday, Yue Min had another mission, which was to discuss the marriage of Shang Chuchu with Emperor Qing in accordance with the wishes of the Empress of Yunshao State, and set the marriage between Durian and Shang Chuchu in March next year. Before returning home, Shang Chuchu blushed and asked Qin Jiu for this embroidery. Seeing that this piece of embroidery was about to be embroidered, I didn't expect it to be bloody.

"Loquat, did the envoy of Yunshao State decide to return to the country?" Qin Jiu asked with frowning.

Loquat nodded, "It's the day after tomorrow, is Jiuye going to see them off?"

Qin Jiu stroked the chrysanthemum picture in his hand, fearing that he would be too late to embroider another piece of embroidery for Shang Chuchu. It seemed that he had to paint a picture instead.

"Loquat, grind it, I want to paint." Qin Jiu said.

Loquat nodded.

Huang Mao flew back from nowhere, yelling again and again: "It's on fire! It's on fire! The fire is on!"