Qingjiu was born in Huangshan in the demon capital, and as soon as she was born, she was adopted by the evil god of Huangshan.

She is gifted, her spiritual power is strong, and the evil god likes Qingjiu very much, and has always loved her as a daughter.

Helplessly, the evil god had too many enemies, and in order to protect Qingjiu, he locked her up in the Forgotten Spring Valley at the foot of Huangshan Mountain and let her live there alone.

There were no animals, no monsters, just a silent lake and small thatched huts.

A person is very bored and lonely, Qingjiu resisted the evil god several times, saying that she was going to the world outside the valley, and the evil god refused because she was not strong enough to protect herself.

Later, the evil god couldn't help her trouble, so he made a pact with her, saying that if Qingjiu took the heart of the fox fairy, Qingjiu could be free.

Qingjiu was overjoyed when he heard this, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must complete the task.

The evil god gave Qingjiu a portrait of a fox fairy, opened the picture scroll, the man was long and jade, dressed in red, and the sultry peach blossom eyes were smiling and half-squinting, as if he was secretly sending autumn waves to Qingjiu through the picture scroll.

It seems that the eyes are too soul-grabbing, and at the first glance of the man, Qingjiu discarded the scroll in his hand in disgust, and stepped on the face of the man with his foot to ward off evil spirits, as if this could get rid of the cold in his heart.

The fox fairy has a name for the bag, called Hua Wuyan, this Hua Wuyan is the second brother of the demon king, and now he is the king, living in the demon city of Kyoto.

I haven't seen the fox fairy, but she knows that the fox fairy is generally strong in spirit, so she didn't kill it directly, but went down the mountain to the door of King Jin's mansion, pretending to be a woman who sold her body, and mixed into King Jin's mansion as a maid.

She is naturally intelligent and clever, and although she hasn't experienced much, she does what she does.

After working in the palace for half a month, she went from a handyman maid to an inner courtyard maid.

Qingjiu's ultimate goal is Hua Wuyan's bed warmer, and only when the distance is close, she can lock his throat and gouge out his heart without him noticing.

The hard work paid off, and on the third day of becoming a maid in the inner courtyard, Qingjiu was accepted as his bed-warming companion by the passing Hua Wuyan as he wished.

Xu Shiqingjiu has outstanding appearance, and Hua Wuyan was impatient to ask Qingjiu to warm the bed on the night of the reception.

Qingjiu was very happy when he learned the news, thinking that he would take his life by the way when the other party's sperm worm was in his head.

Died in the hands of a woman, Hua Wuyan is also worthy of the four words of destiny.

That day, she even sewed the secret weapon into her clothes, but the plot of that night did not follow Qingjiu's imagination at all.

Waiting for Qingjiu to take off only a layer of underwear, lying on the bed and covering the bed a long time ago, Hua Wuyan was not in a hurry to get into bed.

The man sat in front of several cases, turning page after page of "Xianlin Nerves" under the warm yellow candlelight, and Hua Wuyan looked at it so seriously that he completely ignored the existence of Qingjiu.

By the time he finished reading the book, it was already three hours later, and he finally looked forward to Hua Wuyan walking to the bed with his clothes widened, and the man was quite surprised when he saw Qingjiu who was still on the bed.

"Why are you still here?"

Isn't it the job of the bed warmer to wait here and with her master?

She sat up, pinched her throat, and said to the man with an embarrassed smile: "This... Isn't it a matter of warming the bed?"

"yes, now that the bed is warm, it's time for you to go. ”

After saying that, the man clapped his palms, and the two little servants entered the room.

"Wait a minute, Lord Wang, you said that the old lady I... No, no, no, you say slave, you can go back???"

"yes, see you tomorrow. ”

The man smiled and waved his hand to her, and the two little guys took Hua Wuyan with the innermost layer of quilt and wrapped zongzi out of the room.

Back in her room, the woman was very depressed holding the short knife in her sleeve.

It turns out that the bed warmer in the palace is really the maid who makes the bed hot, which is too boring!

After losing the first battle, Qingjiu was not tired, anyway, as a bed warmer, she would have many opportunities to get close to him in the future.

Soon, she had another idea.

On the evening of the second day, when the man was reading a book, Qingjiu walked to him with a bowl of lotus heart soup with a smile on his face.

"I heard that the prince loves lotus heart soup, and it is more dewy, so the prince might as well warm his body. ”

Hua Wuyan raised his head and glanced at the person beside him, and then asked with a kind face: "Qingjiu, you, shouldn't you have poisoned the soup in order to take my heart?" ”

Her mind was spoken, Qingjiu was shocked, and on her face, she still knelt down in fear, looking timid, "The prince atons for his sins, slave.. Slaves don't dare!"

Hua Wuyan looked at Qingjiu's appearance and couldn't help laughing. "I'm teasing you, you're so stupid and cute. ”

“......”

Qingjiu really wanted to rush up and give Hua Wuyan a knife at this moment, but she couldn't.

Then he picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Looking at the indescribable expression on the man's face after tasting it, Qingjiu poked his head nervously and asked, "Lord Wang, how is this soup?"

The hard look flashed, and Hua Wuyan drank the soup one by one.

"It's delicious, you have a heart. ”

"Thank you, Lord Wang!"

Qingjiu was overjoyed and packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

This is her second plan, to give Hua Wuyan soup every day, and when he gets used to drinking the soup he cooks, she will poison him to death.

The first time she cooked, she thought she was not doing satisfactorily, but looking at Hua Wuyan's expression, she seemed to be very satisfied with her cooking skills.

In this way, the first battle was won, and in the next few days, Qingjiu would cook soup for Hua Wuyan to drink every day, and then carry out his own work - warming the bed.

On the ninth day, Qingjiu waited for Hua Wuyan to finish drinking the soup, and when she went to bed as usual, Hua Wuyan stopped her.

"What's the matter, Lord Wang?"

"Qingjiu, thank you for making soup for me these days. I see that you have not been very happy, but what troubles do you have in your heart?"

Of course you are, because you're not dead!

The woman rolled her eyes in her heart, and then sighed and said, "Go back to the prince, because Qingjiu is not free." ”

This pun expressed the bitterness in her heart.

The man tilted his head thoughtfully and said, "The days in the palace are indeed boring, and it is normal for you to feel bored. ”

He stood up, took the woman's hand in a very natural way under the surprised gaze, and the two of them walked straight through the corridor towards the gate of the palace.

"Lord Wang, where are you taking me?"

The man smiled mysteriously at her, "Go find freedom." ”

What does this mean? Qingjiu was dragged by Hua Wuyan with a confused face and came to the gate of the palace.

Seeing the two of them leaving the house, the guards made a gesture to follow, but were stopped by Hua Wuyan. In the night, the man's red robe fluttered in the wind, like a bewitching flower blooming in the dark night. The two ran wildly on the street, and their ink hair was entangled, and they were inseparable for a while.

There is no curfew in the Land of Ten Thousand Demons, and the two of them walked through the alley and came to the night market.

At this time, the streets are bustling with people, and the shouts of hawkers mingle with the chatter of pedestrians, and it looks even more lively than during the day.

"Sell lanterns! Sell lanterns!"

"Boots and boots, as long as nine silver dollars, nine silver dollars, you can't buy them, you can't buy them, you can't be fooled!"

......

The two stopped at the corner of the night market, in front of a building called Soft Fragrance Pavilion.

She looked at the groups of women in front of the door of the Soft Fragrance Pavilion, wearing heavy makeup and glamorous makeup, and kept throwing flattering eyes at the two, and finally her eyes were fixed on the men and women hugging and hugging under the ambiguous light inside, and her feet unconsciously took a step back.

"Lord Wang, where is this?"

"It is. The red-clothed prince paused, and then smiled kindly at her: "This is a brothel." ”