Marriage Under the Heavens

Several sergeants unanimously took off their clothes and handed them to King Anling. They didn't dare to look directly at the naked body of their prince, and they all swept their heads and pretended to admire the fireworks in the sky.

Yan Su led the soldiers for many years, and often mingled with his sergeants. In the winter, he also ordered his sergeants to take off their cotton clothes and train with bare arms. He has long been accustomed to seeing naked bodies. It was only the first time that he was naked in front of his sergeants. It was not as shameful that he had taken it off. This time, he was stripped of his outer robe and lining, and he really couldn't hold back his face. He stretched out his hand and put on the clothes that the sergeant had handed over, thinking that the woman took off his clothes twice overnight, although her face was calm, her heart was already tumbling.

He never expected this woman to be so powerful!

Men generally practice martial arts better than women, because men are more powerful than women and have inherent advantages in martial arts. If women want to beat men, they must spend more time and practice than men. This woman has taken a unique approach and transformed the female celebrity skills into martial arts. She is really smart to the extreme.

...I am the dividing line of happiness...

Qin Jiu knew that Yan Su hadn't caught up, but he ran fast, the sound of the wind passing by his ear, like a knife scraping his face.

Finally, she couldn't hold on to the white wall on the side of the street, bending over and vomiting blood. There was a throbbing pain in her left shoulder, blood came out, and she reached out to cover it. The same pain hit the right rib, blood poured out, and she reached out to cover it again. There was blood dripping out of her left arm, but she no longer had a hand to cover it.

In fact, she was injured long ago. It's just that the garnet red dress concealed the color of blood, she didn't look so miserable, and she could leave with a cool smile.

She thought she could beat him, at least she could retreat all over, but she never thought that compared with his martial arts, she was still a lot worse. If it weren't for her brocade, he would be out for a while, she thought she couldn't peel off his clothes at all.

Loquat quickly chased her behind, saw the blood on her body, and said worriedly: "He didn't chase him, why should you run so fast. This movement, the blood is not easy to stop! Why are you not so Cherish yourself."

"This little injury is nothing, I can hold it!" Qin Jiuqiang smiled and said, "Oh, how can this be good? It's so late, we are afraid we can't enter the palace tonight, where are we going now? Lodging?" She deliberately changed the subject.

Loquat looked around with condensed eyebrows, but also helpless.

Qin Jiu looked up, and saw that this was the Linglong Pavilion where he had just been an arrow. It was already late at night, and the tourists guessing lantern riddles in front of Linglong Pavilion had dispersed.

Qin Jiu pointed to Linglong Pavilion and said, "It's really an inexhaustible road. We will live here tonight." As he said, Ming Loquat helped her walk into the pavilion.

Linglong Pavilion is not only a restaurant, but also an inn.

Durian thought: The steward of Linglong Pavilion would not let the demon girl live here. After all, the demon girl took off King Anling's clothes in public.

The steward of Linglong Pavilion was directing the small servants in the pavilion to collect the lanterns. Seeing a few of them return and return, they quickly greeted them and said, "Do you want to stay in the store? Please upstairs!"

Durian raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking that since he had been with the demon girl, he seemed to be stupid, and many things couldn't be figured out. If it were an ordinary store, it would definitely not let the demon girl who was against King Anling stay in the store. Isn't this Linglong Pavilion treating King Anling as respectful as it seems?

The group ordered three rooms for the upper house, one for Qin Jiu, one for durian and loquat, and one for cherry and lychee. In addition, Qin Jiu ordered the loquat to pay the money and send the bearer away.

Qin Jiu's house is on the third floor. Looking down from the window, you can see the backyard of Linglong Pavilion. Under the dim light, you could see a huge pond in the backyard, which was frozen because of the cold weather, and shone with a cold glimmer.

Cherries were carrying hot water, and lychees were holding the wound medicine, and the two walked in one after the other.

Cherry has a long face, a slender figure and a pretty appearance. Litchi's round face and big eyes are extremely smart and cute.

Qin Jiu leaned on the couch, letting Cherry take off the blood-stained red dress on her body, then cleaned up all the wounds on her body, and sprinkled the golden sore medicine, which stopped the blood. Lychee took out a fine porcelain vial and said: "Jiu Ye, also put on a little "Wuhen Ointment". This is the Sect Master's special order. After the Jiu Ye is injured, he must apply it, otherwise it will leave scars."

Qin Jiu took the "Wuhen Ointment" and said lightly: "I know, I will apply it myself in a while, you can go down."

Litchi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said carefully: "Then Jiuye must remember to wipe it, in case there is a scar on his body..."

Qin Jiu narrowed his phoenix eyes and said lightly: "Why, are you still worried?"

Litchi was frightened by the chill in Qin Jiu's eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "The minion dare not!" After saying that, he retreated with Cherry.

Qin Jiu clinging to the "Wuhen Ointment", her cherry lips pressed slightly, his hands pressed hard, almost crushing the porcelain bottle. But in the end, she didn't pinch it, she just threw the porcelain bottle on the table, but she refused to wipe it anyway.

Even more leaking sound came from afar, in the dark night, it looked bleak and long.

Qin Jiu was extremely tired, but he was not sleepy.

She took out the lantern that was picked up by the durian and burned the remaining bamboo sticks, fiddling with it under the lamp. The bamboo strips have been burnt beyond recognition, and they are extremely black. Qin Jiu fiddled with it for a moment, and then got black stains on his hand. She picked up a silk paw and dipped it in water to wipe the bamboo strips one by one.

The last bamboo strip was wiped clean, and she gently touched the few lines on the bamboo strip in a daze.

The bamboo sticks were burned, and the words were vaguely discernible: Jun's heart is like bamboo, and concubine's heart is like brocade. The sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and each other is close to each other.

It was a woman's handwriting, beautiful and elegant.

It can be seen that every stroke is carved with heart.

Who could have imagined that these lines of characters were carved on the bamboo frame covered by this delicate flower lamp.