Qin Daixin grinded her teeth and stared at Murong Jing's arm tightly.

The loose sleeves were slowly rolled up to the shoulders, and Murong Jing's entire arm was exposed, he was a martial arts practitioner, muscular, his whole arm was very strong, and his complexion was close to bronze, which looked quite eye-catching. On the skin on the outside of his arm, there is a golden dragon embroidered in the clouds, the golden dragon posture is vigorous, the dragon scales on the body are shining with golden light, as if alive and extraordinary, it is like a high-spirited flying dragon, soaring in the sky in general, as if it has the ability to call the wind and rain, swallow the clouds and spit fire, very realistic. It's a pity that the golden dragon has no eyes and looks a little uncomfortable.

This is the ancient imperial power, you must know that the dragon is the emperor's exclusive use, even the prince can not be overpowered, if you dare to use the dragon in private on the clothes and accessories around you, once discovered, it is a capital crime of rebellion. Yan Huang's people dare to use dragons, although they are only dragons without eyes, but they are also called dragons, which is enough to prove Yan Huang's power.

"Have you seen enough?" Murong Jing joked to Qin Dai's heart: "Are you looking at the dragon at the bottom?"

Qin Dai grinded her teeth, this man was so abnormal tonight, it seemed that there was a lot of nonsense.

"After reading it, it's not bad. But if you can tattoo it, don't tattoo the phoenix like a pheasant, that's the end. ”

Murong Jing glanced at her and said, "Sit down."

Qin Daixin walked to Murong Jing and sat down, to be honest, she was a little nervous.

Murong Jing gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white arms. Qin Daixin was a little embarrassed, so she simply pulled her sleeve with one hand, thought about it, and took the initiative to pinch her arm and tighten her skin. The other hand is to grasp the armrest of the chair lightly to relieve tension.

Murong Jing glanced at her, then turned around and took the handkerchief, the soju, and poured the soju on the veil. Gently apply to the muscles of her arms.

Knowing about disinfection, it's not bad.

Qin Daixin stared at Murong Jing's movements, at first she was just curious, but then the more she looked at it, the more his movements seemed to be smooth. It seems that every step is particularly elegant, and I was stunned for a while, but I forgot about the tension.

Murong Jing took out a small brush from the tray and dipped it in dye to draw a phoenix on Qin Daixin's arm, his expression was focused, as if a master artist was trying to paint a stunning work.

It is said that serious women are the most beautiful, but in fact, this is just as reasonable when applied to men.

After a while, Murong Jing put away the pen, and he carefully looked at Qin Daixin's arm. He seems to be very satisfied with his work.

Qin Daixin glanced at her arm at this time, and felt that the phoenix was good, it seemed to be a little more beautiful than the one painted by Jin Yao that day.

"How did you draw this?"

Didn't it say that there was someone in Yanhuang who was responsible for tattooing the Yan King and the Yan Hou, how could he be the Yan King. I understand this.

"Ye is from the emperor's house, since he was a child, he went to the study to learn from everyone, the pen and ink Danqing these kung fu, are all the rough and shallow kung fu of the entry, this painting is not difficult, the master will look at it twice."

Qin Dai pouted, you said blow it!

Murong Jing put down his pen. He picked up the soaked needle from the soju and wiped it lightly before saying, "I'm going to stab, it hurts, you bear with it."

Qin Daixin saw such a handmade tattoo tool for the first time. An iron needle, some small, some slightly thicker, some with a single needle tip, and some with a tooth. They are attached to a wooden pole.

Qin Daixin nodded, looking down at how he put the needle.

Murong Jing pierced the sharp and sharp needle tip into Qin Daixin's skin, he moved quickly and grasped the strength very well, but even so, the pain of the needle still made Qin Daixin let out a low breath.

People who have never had a tattoo can never imagine this kind of pain. And the handmade ones are really more painful than the machine qì.

Qin Dai was afraid that Murong Jing would be distracted, so she simply gritted her teeth and held on, this kind of torture was really much more uncomfortable than the taste of slashing down.

Gradually, sweat broke out on both of their foreheads.

One is a high level of mental concentration.

One is to be hurt.

Ancient tattoos are similar to modern tattoos in terms of process, but modern tattoos have anesthetics, and mechanical tattoo guns have advantages over manual ones, so the pain will be reduced. In ancient times, our handmade tattoos, to be honest, were really distressing.

Slowly, Qin Daixin felt that her arm was less painful, as if she was a little numb, so that her fingers looked a little unfeeling. I don't know how long it took, Murong Jing finally put down the needle, he wiped his sweat with the sweat towel that was placed aside, and then stared at Qin Daixin's arm.

"It's almost right, bear with me a little longer." He is a person who has come over, and he knows that the pain of this tattoo lies in the accumulation, and today is fine, but tomorrow should be the most painful time.

Murong Jing took out the pigment from the tray on the side and began to color Qin Daixin's tattoo, the process was not fast, Murong Jing had to go to the box of different pigments repeatedly to get the dye, and carefully put them on the pattern border that had been outlined, this was a meticulous work, so it took a lot of work.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Jing let out a long breath, he put down the needle in his hand, opened a brocade box in the tray again, dug out a large piece of white ointment from it with a small spoon, and evenly applied it to Qin Daixin's tattoo, until the whole pattern was covered, he stopped, took a thin and flexible fine mesh cotton cloth, wrapped Qin Daixin's arm, fixed it, and then nodded.

"Alright."

Qin Daixin let go of her hand, feeling that her right arm had lost sensation.

Murong Jing wiped her sweat and asked her, "Will it hurt?"

"It's a little numb, it's much better." I don't know what pain is anymore.

Murong Jing pushed the things in his hand and said, "I'll send you back."

Qin Daixin nodded, hand-tattooing is time-consuming and laborious, tossing for so long, both of them are tired, Qin Daixin just wants to fall into bed and sleep well.

Probably because she had been sitting for too long, Qin Daixin only felt that her feet were numb and her arms were numb, and it took a lot of effort to get up. She stomped her feet and wanted to try to move, but her right arm was slightly erected, and she didn't dare to wave it too casually, so her body balance was a little problematic, her body was crooked, and she almost fell, if it weren't for Murong Jing who quickly supported her on the side, I was afraid that she would fall down, it was really embarrassing!

Who knew that before she could stand firmly, Murong Jing suddenly bent down and picked her up at once.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Qin Daixin was taken aback.

"Carry you back, and ask." Murong Jing looked disgusted with her verbosity, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes were full of smiles.

There seems to be a kind of magic in his embrace, which seems to make people's hearts calm down easily.

Qin Dai couldn't help but smile lightly, obediently stayed in his arms and didn't move, and let him carry himself to the bedroom next door.

The house was cleaned up, the cyan beads were strung into a curtain and were clanged, someone's face was not red, he was not panting, his steps were steady, and he walked towards the inner room with Qin Daixin in his arms.

The newly changed crimson bed tent looked quite ambiguous at this time, the brand-new mattress had been laid, Murong Jing lightly put Qin Dai's heart on the bed, and said to her condescendingly: "Okay, let's sleep well, don't get wet these days."

Qin Daixin was still a little confused until this time, and he didn't hear what he said, so he nodded his head twice indiscriminately, and his eyes were also confused, but he refused to look at Murong Jing, and said for a long time: "You, you also rest early, good night."

Murong Jing probably knew that she was a little shy, and when he rarely saw this thing so flustered and emotional, he wanted to see her embarrassment, so he didn't leave in a hurry. But he thought about it again, although Taizhou is not far from the stable, but after all, there are hundreds of miles of roads! She rushed over all the way with stars and moons, she didn't eat well, didn't sleep well, broke through three levels in a row, was physically tired, and her spirit was highly tense, and she tossed and tossed last night and almost didn't sleep all night, so it was time to take a good rest. Thinking of this, Murong Jing put away his previous thoughts, and said with some distress: "Good night." Go to bed early. ”

Qin Daixin heard this, and was overjoyed when she heard this, and nodded several times in a row.

Only then did Murong Jing slowly turn around and leave.

Qin Daixin didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she heard the sound of the door closing. The numbness on her arm has been stimulating her, she glanced at the proud phoenix on her arm that seemed to be worshiped by a hundred birds, grinned and took a breath, mother, such a big phoenix, she is broken!

Qin Daixin felt smoke in her throat, got up and came to the table to pour herself a glass of water, she raised her head and drank it in one gulp, then put down the cup and returned to the bed to sit.

It seems that tonight, she has to sleep with her clothes.

Qin Daixin is also a person who is at ease with what she encounters, after so many days of running, she is indeed tired, and her eyelids are gradually sinking, so she simply folded her clothes and lay down, adjusted her sleeping position slightly, and fell asleep after a while.

Murong Jing, who had been guarding the door, did not hook the corners of his mouth until he heard the sound of even breathing in the room, and turned around and went back to his room.

The washing things were all ready, Murong Jing washed hastily by himself, took off his clothes by himself, and turned around and entered the inner room.

He was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep, his mind was full of Qin Dai's heart, her smile, and her every move seemed to be tightly pulling her nerves. Today, the girl's face was dazed, and the expression of strong inner struggle stung him deeply, and he felt that his heart was going to pinch after not experiencing what heartache was for a long time.

He had always thought she was strong, even a little omnipotent. But now it seems that she also has an unknown vulnerable side, she will also worry, she will be afraid, and someone needs to tolerate her as a weakling. Murong Jing couldn't forget the tears in the girl's eyes when he hugged her, which made him believe even more that the decision he made today was correct.

Everyone has secrets, since she doesn't want to say it, then she doesn't ask, the days are still long, and one day, she will be willing to tell her a qiē to herself.

Murong Jing rolled over and slowly closed his eyes.

ps:

The first update is delivered, about the tattoo, let's just take a look, don't be too entangled.