Marriage Under the Heavens

Durian suddenly wanted to cry.

He realized that Qin Jiu was going to shoot himself.

It's not that he underestimated her. But it's too hard to hit. He doesn't care if she can shoot. The question is, why should he stand under the lantern, if she can't shoot one of them, and shoots him on the head... But because of the enchanting power of the enchantress, he dare not not. Cong, standing under the bamboo lamp, watched Qin Jiu with trepidation and retreat three hundred steps away.

For the first time, he sincerely prayed for the enchantress: be sure to shoot the string on the bamboo lamp!

Qin Jiu stood still on the street, looking down at the bow in his hand.

This bow was brought by the man in charge of Linglong Pavilion. It is a big bow with iron fetus. This bow has a longer range than ordinary bows. It should be able to shoot 300 steps away, but this bow is also better than ordinary bows. Sank a lot.

Qin Jiu slowly put the arrow on the bow and glanced around. Seeing that more and more visitors were attracted by the excitement here, the whispers became louder and louder.

"Who is this woman, why is she so bold that she dares to shoot arrows than King Anling?"

"I don't know, it's probably from outside Beijing, I haven't seen the prince's greatness!"

"Tsk tsk, too self-conscious!"

The whispers continued to follow the wind.

Qin Jiu slowly raised her bow, and her two garnet-red wide coat sleeves fell naturally, revealing her shiny white wrists. Putting his light white hand on the bowstring, he aimed slowly.

She squinted her eyes upturned, and there was a charming smile in her eyes.

The aiming process is a bit long.

Point at the left side of the bow, point at the right side, move it up and down.

As soon as she moved to the bottom, Durian sweated on her forehead and yelled anxiously: "It's too low, too low!" It's not like aiming at his head, OK!

A few times, the arrow aimed at King Anling’s head, and Qin Jiu saw his slightly drooping side face and the soft and caring smile on the corners of his lips. He whispered to the white fur woman beside him : "Don't worry, this lamp belongs to you, no one can steal it!"

At this time, she wanted to let go and let the arrow fly out.

After a long time, Qin Jiu finally aimed at the string of the lantern. To be precise, he aimed at the top of the lantern. Whether it was referring to the string or not, this was not what his eyesight could tell.

Qin Jiu's bow was finally fixed, and she began to pull the string little by little.

The whispers lowered, and finally returned to silence. I want to see if this woman can make a shot.

"Ashi!" When everyone's mind was attracted to the bow and arrow, a strange voice appeared.

The sound was the red-billed parrot on Qin Jiu's shoulder.

This parrot was born beautifully, it was a cockatoo, with white feathers, and a few goose yellow feathers fluttering on top of its head, as if wearing a crown. It stood proudly on Qin Jiu's shoulders, with a pair of black eyes staring straight at it. Durian.

It is not uncommon for parrots to speak. But no one knows why this parrot screams at this time: Ashi!

Durian wants to cry again!

Only he knows why Parrot is called Ashi.

After he followed Qin Jiu, the damned demon girl named him Durian. At first he thought the name was pretty good, but later he learned that his name is the same as loquat, cherry, and lychee. It is the name of a kind of fruit. It is said that this kind of fruit emits a very smelly smell. Later, 80% of the enchantress taught the paring brother to call him this way. Whenever it sees him, it will shout: A smelly!

Is there someone more unlucky than him? The master insulted him, even her parrot insulted him.

He bit and shouted, "Yellow Mao!"

The parrot's name is Fenghuang, which is derived from its crested head. It also has a name that only Qin Jiu can call Huang Mao, because it has a few yellow feathers on the top of its head.

"Yellow hair!" Durian said angrily.

"Ashi!" the parrot cried, flapping his wings.

"Yellow hair!"

"A smelly!"

"Yellow hair!"

"A smelly!"

Linglong Pavilion's steward finally couldn't bear it, and stepped forward and asked Qin Jiu: "Girl, are you still shooting?"

Qin Jiu hooked his lips and smiled: "Of course I shot!"

She stretched out her hand and patted the parrot on her shoulder, and whispered softly, "Huang Mao is good!"

The parrot clasped his flapping wings and raised his head.

Qin Jiu pulled his bow to aim again, the night wind blew, and the large and elegant dress fluttered, and his whole person looked like a red begonia blowing in the wind in the night. She squinted her eyes, the beautiful smile at the corners of her lips was absent, vaguely, with a cold murderous spirit flowing around her.

Durian's legs trembled, thinking in his heart, as soon as she let go, he would squat down.

Everyone's hearts became tense.

At this moment, Qin Jiu lowered his bow.

"I can't pull this bow!" she said sadly.

The onlookers chuckled. The sweat dripped from Durian's forehead, can he say he didn't know this person? Linglong Pavilion's manly words stuttered, "You...you...then you don't shoot."

Where did Qin Jiu watch his words?

She threw the bow on the ground "slapped", and took out a fan-sized embroidered bandage from the wide sleeves. A piece of white silk was stretched on it, embroidered with a blooming mandala, beautiful and gorgeous. It seems that people can smell the fragrance of flowers.

With a smile, she pulled out the bamboo strips that supported the brace, bent them into a bow shape, and wrapped silk threads on both ends. Make a bow. I put the arrow on the string made of silk thread and said with a smile, "I use this!"

"You think this is a kid playing the house..." Before the man in charge had finished speaking, Qin Jiu had already drawn his "bow" and set an arrow. He didn't see how to aim, so he shot out.

With a "click", the lantern fell into the durian's arms.

The onlookers were silent.

Only the phoenix flew out with flapping wings, fell above the lantern, raised its head and began to pace.

This result was too unexpected, and it happened so fast that everyone did not react. After the reaction came over, the onlookers couldn't help cheering loudly.

Qin Jiu walked over amidst the cheers, with a graceful dress and graceful posture.

"Durian, get the light, we are going!" She curled her lips and smiled.

"Please stay!" a clear voice came from behind.

Qin Jiu squinted his eyes and saw King Anling walked towards her quickly.

No matter how fast he walks, his steps are always steady, just like him, he is always ready, as if everything is under his control. As he approached, a fierce coercion was invisibly forced over.

Qin Jiu curled his lips slightly, this was King Anling.

He seems to only smile at the one he loves.

In the eyes of others, he is a cold-faced judge. Once he is determined to punish you, he will never let go until you are wiped out!

"Is there anything wrong with the prince?" Qin Jiu turned around lightly, and the red beads of the coral red hairpin on her head swayed slightly with her movements, and there were a few strands of beauty in the beauty.

Yan Su raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a cold voice, "This lantern is now yours. I wonder if you can sell it?"

"Sell it!" Qin Jiu said without thinking.

"How much silver?" Yan Su asked.

Qin Jiu lowered his eyes and glanced at the lantern in the durian's arms. He hesitated and said, "How much silver is good? Such a good lantern."

Yan Su raised his eyebrows coldly, ready to accept Qin Jiu's lion's mouth open.

"Unfortunately, I am not short of silver, so I have to stop selling it!" Qin Jiu said.

"Then what are you missing?" Yan Su asked, narrowing his eyes.

"What am I missing?" Qin Jiu asked the durian beside him.

"Lack of men!" Durian said without hesitation.

Qin Jiu looked at Yan Su, curled his lips and smiled: "Have you heard? Is the prince willing to change?"

The parrot had played enough with the lantern, and suddenly flew into Qin Jiu's arms, learning her words, "Will the prince be willing to change?"