Marriage Under the Heavens

Yan Min heard from Qin Jiu's words that Qin Jiu intends to help him, and was naturally overjoyed. Qin Jiu smiled and nodded, and left Yan Min's wooden shed.

Yan Yu's wooden shed was so easy to find, and Qin Jiu found it soon. It's just because Yan Yu's four big beauties are standing outside the shed, all in green, very eye-catching. The veil in front of the wooden shed was hanging down at this time, presumably Su Wanxiang had finished playing, Yan Yu felt that there was nothing to watch next!

Qin Jiu stood still in front of the door holding Huang Mao, and Durian hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My Jiuye wants to see King Yan, and I would like to ask the four sisters to report."

Diao Chan glanced at the durian and smiled, covering her mouth, "Sister? Who is your sister? Yuhuan, when did we have such a stupid brother, why don't I know."

Yuhuan smiled gently and said, "I don't remember such a brother."

Xi Shi said coldly: "My prince is not free today, so Jiuye should come back another day."

Zhaojun frowned, and said lightly: "Presumably the Qin sect master is indeed looking for the prince, Diao Chan, let's go to the report.

It seemed that Zhaojun was the head of the four maids. Upon hearing this, Diao Chan made a face at the durian and opened the curtain to report. After a while, Diao Chan walked out, frowning her eyebrows tightly, and said coldly: "My prince has a request, but only Jiuye is invited in."

Loquat frowned upon hearing this and looked at Qin Jiu with some worry. Qin Jiu smiled and said, "Nothing, don't worry."

Qin Jiu opened the splendid curtain hanging from the door of the wooden shed, and there was a thick cotton curtain inside.

Qin Jiu opened the heavy cotton curtain again, and a large area of ​​peonies were in full bloom in his eyes.

In the dimly lit wooden shed, it blooms quietly, like a splendid brocade.

Scarlet, Zizania white, Yaohuang, ink green, bright purple, green, light pink. Different colors, layered petals, overlapping each other, blooming on the desk, felt blanket, couch, Yan Yu's arms, Yan Yu's hands, Yan Yu's lips...

Qin Jiu finally saw Yan Yu from the sea of ​​flowers.

In fact, he was lying on his side on the thick hand-woven felt blanket spread in the middle of the wooden shed, holding a basin of "green incense ball" in his arms, holding a basin of "blue dragon lying in ink pond" on his hand, rubbing his face side There is a pot of "Luminous White".

A white jade hairpin fell obliquely on his slightly open collar, with long hair scattered on his shoulders, but he was unaware of it being picked up by the wind brought in by Qin Jiu.

Peony flowers are beautiful, more beautiful than flowers, they are people.

The man was lying on his side, and Qin Jiu came in. He didn't even lift his eyelashes, but stared at the luminous white plant in front of him. His eyes were very affectionate, as if he was looking at his favorite woman.

That luminous white blooming in the sea of ​​delicate and beautiful flowers, it looked exceptionally upright and lonely.

Yan Yu held a snow-white cloud porcelain cup obliquely in his hand, filled with bright red wine. His eyelashes were drooping and he couldn't see the look in his eyes. But the decadence and loneliness exuding all over his body were so obvious that Qin Jiu couldn't even ignore it.

This wooden shed is much warmer than Yan Min's place, obviously to keep these pots of peonies warm. In every corner of the shed, there are charcoal pots, and the fine charcoal inside is crackling and burning.

Qin Jiu instinctively wanted to stay away from the brazier, but in this small shed, the person lying in the middle and the flowers occupied the entire space, and Qin Jiu couldn't get off his feet for a while.

"The prince is really leisurely." Qin Jiu slowly said.

Yan Yu glanced at her lazily, raised the cloud porcelain cup in his hand, took a sip of the wine, and poured his head down into the flowerpot.

Qin Jiu was slightly surprised, Yan Yu actually used wine to water the flowers? !

How can the flower bear it?

She took two more steps forward, and from the faint aroma of wine in the air, she recognized that the wine Yan Yu was drinking was "Acacia", which was made from red beans. It is said that how strong Acacia is, how strong this wine can be. Qin Jiu once drank it and was drunk for a long time. In fact, even if it is not a spirit, it cannot be used to water the flowers.

"The prince is really attentive to these peony flowers, but if you pour them with lovesickness, I'm afraid they can't bear it!" Qin Jiu said leisurely.

Yan Yu glanced at Qin Jiu lazily, curled his lips and smiled, and said, "What's the matter with the Jiuye coming to see this king, is it because I miss this king?" He teased, but his subordinates kept pouring their own wine. Drink alcohol and water the flowers.

His tone is evil, his smile is lazy, his eyes are charming, and what he says is shameless.

Qin Jiu completely suspected that the decadent and lonely he just saw was just his own illusion, absolutely an illusion.

Qin Jiu moved slowly, walked to the couch where there was a pot of champion red, and said affectionately: "Yes, since the last goodbye, I have been thinking of the lord. Lovesickness is hard, and I can't help it. Come and see the prince." To deal with a shameless person like Yan Yu is more shameless than him, Qin Jiu only hates that he didn't understand this principle before.

Yan Yu sat up cross-legged from the felt blanket, with an unruly smile on his lips. He raised his hand to lift the jug from the table, but this time he did not pour it into the glass, but poured it directly from the jug into the flowerpot. Yeguangbai, Lvxiangqiu, Gejin, Yaohuang... Finally arrived at Qin Jiu's arms, this number one red.

Qin Jiu could almost see that these flowers were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. She really didn't understand why Yan Yu used wine to water the flowers. This was undoubtedly pouring poison on the flowers.

"My lord, why is this? The peonies will die when you pour wine." Qin Jiu asked with a smile while holding the champion red.

"If you can't laugh at Boga, what's the point of wanting them?" Yan Yu said lazily, the evil and unruly smile on his lips was even more fierce, but the cold light flashed across the narrow and cold eyes.

"However, if Jiuye likes it, this potted flower champion red can be left for Jiuye." Yan Yu squinted at Qin Jiu and said affectionately, "Jiuye, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than this pot of flowers, this pot The champion red is a good match for Jiuye."

If it was the former Qin Jiu, in order to keep this pot of champion red, I'm afraid he would leave this pot of flowers, but now she would not!

Qin Jiu held the brightly blooming flaming red peony, smiled sweetly, and said affectionately: "I never like flowers and plants. The prince doesn't have to stay for me. The prince treats me very well. In fact, the prince is the one. The most beautiful, this green dragon lying in the ink pond is not as elegant as one-ten thousandth of the prince."

The voices of the two were not too loud, and they happened to reach outside the wooden shed.

He blushed durian.

Yan Yu squinted at Qin Jiu, and his thin lips made a perfect smile.

Qin Jiu felt a little cold.

To collect these peonies and raise them in a warm shed, I don't know how much money, effort and time will be spent. Now, Yan Yu said that he would not want it, but he was really willing. If you don't like it, it will be destroyed immediately. But, did he really anger these peonies because Su Wanxiang didn't accept them?

Qin Jiu watched Yan Yu raise his hand and poured all the remaining liquor in the jug into the pot of champion red in her arms. In the end, Yan Yu shook the jug and couldn't pour a drop of the wine anymore. He raised the jug and threw it out fiercely.

The hip flask drew an arc in the air and happened to be thrown into the brazier in the corner of the house. The fine white porcelain hip flask smashed into the brazier with a bang. Debris and debris from the coal splashed away, and sparks splashed onto Qin Jiu's sleeves, which were hanging down like clouds.