The door was suddenly opened, and Qi Qing'er hurriedly pulled the five-colored butterfly yarn that had slipped under her shoulders over her shoulders, hugged her neck, and glanced at the bronze mirror again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bronze mirror faces the door, just in time to see who is coming in.

The person who came was Yan Song, with a bowl of decoction in his hand, and the torn culottes had not been changed.

Qi Qing'er's hand around the gauze loosened.

In the Yan family, only Yan Song did not knock on Qi Qing'er's door, and went in and out directly.

However, he is also measured, so naturally he will not deliberately break in when Qi Qing'er is changing clothes.

Qi Qing'er's curly eyelashes suddenly fanned, and her mouth curled, revealing an expression that turned out to be you.

I thought that some uninteresting servant had just broken into his room.

Yan Song entered the door and glanced at Qi Qing'er, then walked to the desk in the house, lifted one leg, sat down, put the soup bowl in his hand on the desk, snapped his fingers on his knees, and looked up at the roof.

Look, it's not over yet!

Qi Qing'er watched Yan Song's movements one after another, and pushed the jade into the placket with a low eye as if she understood.

lest he see things and think about things again.

Then he gently walked to the desk where Yan Song was.

I just sweated all over my body, but I was very empty, and I really didn't have the strength to have any conflict with Yan Song again.

Sit quietly and wait for Yan Song to speak first.

Sure enough, a moment later.

"Drink this decoction, warm it, drink it now!" Yan Song's tone was stiff, leaving no room at all.

"Okay." Qi Qing'er picked up the soup bowl and drank it cleanly.

She had long been accustomed to this kind of bitter medicine, but she had not yet started drinking it in winter, and it felt that the time and temperature around her were not quite right.

Yan Song watched from the side, with sour water in his mouth, such a bitter medicine, he always had to coax and coax before drinking.

After Qi Qing'er finished drinking, she swallowed her saliva, this medicine was more bitter than before for no reason.

Yan Song's qi was sprinkled into the decoction.

Raising her hand and pinching her sleeves, Qi Qing'er looked at Yan Song carefully, wiping away the remaining decoction from her mouth.

He rolled his eyes, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Qi Qing'er didn't know how to say these words, because she knew that Yan Song would not agree with her thoughts.

Just when Qi Qing'er was looking forward to it, Yan chanted "ah".

He picked up the scarred hakama on his leg and said, "The new clothes I just bought, look, for you, they are all torn like this!" ”

Yan Song pursed his lips, pinched the hand of the culottes and let go, and patted his thigh indifferently.

Qi Qing'er raised her eyebrows and took the opportunity to say, "You bought this dress at Master Xu's house, right?" ”

"Well, he never wants me to make clothes, he makes clothes, he pinches them by hand, and he fits me very well every time." Yan Song's handsome triangular eyes narrowed, reflecting the candlelight, and tenderness splashed.

Qi Qing'er paid attention to Yan Song's emotional changes, saw that he had eased a lot, and his heart was also lowered.

Fiddling with the empty bowl on the desk with one hand, Qi Qing'er continued: "I heard that this Master Xu has three girls, one of whom had an illness last year. ”

"Yes, it's my father." After Yan Song finished saying this, the expression on his face was obviously distorted, and he looked at Qi Qing'er with sharp eyes.

Qi Qing'er also understood that he had already thought of being with him, plucked up his courage, and as if he didn't realize the anger written on Yan Song's face, he turned his head to look at the dark window, avoiding Yan Song's eyes, and continued to ask curiously: "How did your father take good care of her?" ”

Suddenly, a cool breeze swished in front of Qi Qing'er, and she saw a face that suddenly became bigger in front of her, and the cold light in her triangular eyes was aggressive.

The wax table on the desk was also blown out due to Yan Song's too fast movements, and there was only one in the distance, and the flame shook a few times, and it regained its calm.

At this time, Yan Song was propped up on the desk with one arm, and his upper body had already crossed the desk, facing Qi Qing'er's eyes.

Qi Qing'er didn't flinch, her eyes were so calm that there were no ripples, and Yan Song's scorching breath could be clearly felt on her lips.

"Qi Qing'er, let me tell you, don't even think about it, I don't agree!" Yan Song was angry, his black hair was lightly brushed, and his other hand was secretly clenched into a fist in his sleeve, revealing white bone joints.

Qi Qing'er's face was still flat, she slowly looked away, got up, and the five-colored butterfly yarn gently slid down Qi Qing'er's slender body and fell to the ground. She walked to Yan Song's side and said, "Master Xu's third girl was scratched by a black bear on her face, and it was her father-in-law who returned her appearance......"

"I said it, I don't agree!" Yan Song didn't wait for Qi Qing'er to finish speaking, his eyes were red, and he grabbed the words, and his fist slapped hatefully on the case.

Qi Qing'er held back her trembling heart, she knew the anger and pain in Yan Song's heart at this time.

Moved closer to Yan Song, felt the anger on his body, closed his eyes, and continued: "To be exact, my father-in-law changed her appearance!" ”

Yan Song couldn't help it, turned around and grabbed Qi Qing'er's arm, and pulled it in front of him.

Qi Qing'er didn't resist either, first, she didn't have much power left, and second, she wanted to win Yan Song's consent.

Even though Yan Song's hand grabbed deeper and deeper on her arm, and even pinched the bone, her facial expression was still as calm as water.

Yan Song's was like a wolf that had only been injured, and his eyes roamed around Qi Qing'er's face wantonly with cold eyes.

"You want to change your current appearance! Qi Qing'er, what I said is not clear enough, I don't agree! Yan Song hysterical.

"That's right! You're right, I'm going back to Beijing now, and this face will betray myself first, so this look must be changed! Qi Qing'er's tone was extremely firm, and the spirit of a martial artist was flamboyant.

It seems that her decision, Yan Song must obey.

Yan Song let go of Qi Qing'er, his thin lips hooked up a cautious smile, raised his arms, and his long sleeves sounded in the air, "Yi Rong Dan, the head of cold poison." With a body like yours, how can you bear this cold poison when the old diseases continue to occur in winter! ”

"Master Xu's three girls are just ordinary women, and they don't have any martial arts, she can bear the ground, I can!"

"Nonsense! How can Qi Han poison be eaten just like eat, then the three girls of Master Xu's family are also helpless to have their appearance ruined, what about you, you have such a dignified appearance, why bother to eat that Yi Rong Dan?! ”

"Because I'm going back to Beijing! Yan Song, can you help me again? Qi Qing'er took a step closer to Yan Song, and her slender fingers touched Yan Song's clothes slightly.

"Back to Beijing, it's back to Beijing again, so you have to change your appearance!" Yan Song grabbed Qi Qing'er's shoulders with both hands again.

"Do you know the danger, once the Yi Rong Dan is taken, if your body can accept the cold poison and coexist with it, there will still be more than one year, but the martial arts you have cultivated in fifteen years will be basically completely wasted, and the sword may not be able to hold it!" Yan Song's eyes revealed pleading.

Qi Qing'er raised a hand and pressed it on the back of Yan Song's hand, and met the eyes of Yan Song, and his lips spit lightly, "As long as I can change my appearance, I don't care." ”

"Just because you don't care means I don't care?"

"Yan Song, fifteen years, can't you still understand me, Qi family one day. If you can't show the snow, I'll just do it for a day. No peace! ”

Qi Qing'er followed Yan Song's arms, put her side face on Yan Song's chest, and observed Yan Song with her smart eyes.

In the past, every time he was angry, she just snuggled up like this and leaned quietly on it, and his anger disappeared for a while.

This time, however, it backfired.

Qi Qing'er was pushed away by Yan Song, staggered back several steps, and finally did not stand firm and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the decoction brought by Yan Song has begun to work, and the pain in the abdomen has not been repeated because of the momentum of falling to the ground.

Yan Song, who has always regarded Qi Qing'er as a treasure of his heart, made such an action, which really made Qi Qing'er's heart tremble.

He was indeed enraged.

She wants to gamble with her life, can he not be angry?!