Chu Jiujiu showed a sneer, and said in a mouth-shaped: "I don't want to." ”

Xiao Qinghe's tiger body was shocked.

"Master Xiao, what's wrong with you?" Old Man Cang's face was wrapped with worry.

"Can't you see that? Our Xiao family master, this is pity and cherishing jade, look at that girl, you want to be beautiful, you want to be ....."

Before the master of the Su family finished speaking, he felt a shiver on his back, glanced at the audience, and several dark and cold eyes made him break out in a cold sweat, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

This is a hard stubble, and the one who comes is not good.

It's better to wait and see what happens.

The words of the two family heads still made everyone's eyes fall on Xiao Qinghe.

It's mostly about exploring and scrutinizing.

Xiao Qinghe's romance is well known, and he must be unbearable to see a beauty when he shakes like this.

Only Xiao Qinghe's face was pale, and the roots of his teeth were itching.

Xiao Qinghe, the proud son of the sky, how could he be bullied by a woman, it's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken.

Maybe this guard's skill will end here, but it is only used to bluff people.

The top ten masters of the rivers and lakes can easily deal with it when they stand here, and the ink-robed man in front of him is also beating him all over the ground.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qinghe mobilized all his internal force to his arm, and the gray sleeves that wrapped around his arm burst from the inside, and the fire enveloped his clothes and burned them into ashes, and the green tendons burst out and spread to his face.

The arm can move!

Xiao Qinghe's face was overjoyed, revealing an unprecedented vicious and sinister look: "This kind of peerless beauty is more suitable to be Xiao someone's sword soul!" ”

This shocked the people who were used to seeing him uninhibited but looked humble.

The cold wind around suddenly rose in all directions, and the dust covered everyone's faces, and the wind seemed to be thousands of pairs of big hands holding back, dragging people's ankles backwards.

Some people held the high platform, some people hugged each other, and some people were pushed to the ground by the wind and sand and rolled around a few times before they could stop.

Hundreds of lamps were extinguished in an instant, and the paper that pasted the lamps rose in the wind and fell half-crippled to the ground.

The ears were filled with the wails of the people for help, and the wind blew on the houses, the lamps, and the stalls set up on the long streets.

The sound of tinkling and clanging was huge.

Chu Jiuyue's little face was wrinkled by the dust and sand, and she couldn't open her eyes, and she drenched Xiao Qinghe's scolded dog blood in her heart.

If you can't beat it, you're in a hurry, what the hell is this leaking.

In the next second, her waist tightened, her feet hung in the air, and she was easily taken into her arms with one hand.

The head rested on the man's undulating chest, and a crisp sandalwood fragrance spread, encroaching on all the senses.

Everything around them became insignificant at this moment, only the cramped place of the two of them, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat was infinitely amplified.

The tighter the hand that landed on the butterfly's back and waist, the more Chu Jiujiu felt extremely safe.

In particular, if you can close your eyes, you can feel the sensation in an instant.

The pectoral muscles are strong and inexplicably relaxed, and the abdominal muscles are less than eight pieces when you look at them like this.

The perfect body was accompanied by a scorching body temperature, which made Chu Jiujiu's heart beat hard.

The slender and white arm against the man's chest moved unconsciously, Chu Jiu lowered his head like a kitten, rubbed his eyes, and then opened his eyes.

There was darkness in front of me.

She looked down at the ground, where a light came in.

The ink-like robe was splashed with ink, and it didn't move in the dusty wind.

The ink robe wrapped her tightly.

It's an imperial speech.

Shouldn't he protect the heroine at this moment? What do you do to protect her?

Does she look more delicate than the weak Liuyu?

Or is it because of the identity of the empress?

"Be nice." A low, hoarse male voice came from overhead.

The knobby hand clasped tightly around her waist, and the other hand moved away from the butterfly's back and landed in her hair.

Whisper to her and make her behave.

Who the is this to bear!

Half of her body was weak, and her little head was obediently drooping on his chest muscles.

The cold incense became more and more scorching, making Chu Jiujiu's mouth a little dry inexplicably.

Can't stay any longer.

I've been hugging for a long time.

Seeing that the emperor still didn't mean to let go, Chu Jiujiu stretched out his jade hand and pushed it.

couldn't push it, but the broad-shouldered and strong chest became tighter and tighter, Chu Jiu gritted his teeth and said: "Emperor Ci, I just saw that you just hooked your fingers, and you can make the surname Xiao unable to move, why don't you do it?" ”

Chu Jiujiu's burned ears were hot, and the people who could easily take them down with their fingers couldn't have been solved for so long?

What kind of strength the emperor is, she knows very well, it is easy for one person to destroy a family, and it is effortless.

Chu Jiuzheng muttered in his heart, and there was a suspension under him, as if he had moved his position, and his toes fell to the ground, and he heard Di Ci's rather lazy and relaxed chuckle, "Hehe~ It's a little tricky." ”

It's a bit tricky???!!

Did he just say that it was a little tricky?

Could it be that I heard it wrong?

In the next second, the ink robe was picked up by the dust and sand, and the hunting sounded.

Chu Jiujiu: "!! ”

Emperor Ci really didn't lie to her, it seems that she really met an opponent.

How old is this book!

Since Xiao Qinghe's strength is so strong.

Then she still hugged the male protagonist's thighs.

Lives matter.

Chu Jiuyi hugged his waist, closed his eyes and pressed his little face to his chest, "That...... Be careful, if you can't beat us, we'll run, don't be ashamed, I'll take you away. ”

Emperor Ci's body stiffened, and his deep eyes fell on the girl who was covered by the robe in his arms, and hooked the corners of his lips.

Obviously, his body was trembling when he was afraid, and he told him to be careful.

If you can't beat it, run away?

Emperor Ci let out a low chuckle in his chest, and soon his body relaxed again, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Qinghe, who had already knelt on the ground, and said, "Do you still have strength?" ”

If you have the strength, you will make waves again, and the girl in her arms may be able to hold it tighter.

The onlookers were stunned for a long time.

The face was full of disbelief.

The heads of the families also saw the truth, and they all wanted to bury themselves in the ground, hoping that the people in front of them would fart when what they just said.

Can't beat it.

At the moment when the wind was blowing, the man in the ink robe, holding the robe with his hand, drew a graceful semicircle in mid-air, protecting the charming and agile girl in his arms, while Xiao Qinghe's knees were also cut by the robe, and blood gushed out.

The dust and sand also stopped.

The dazzling red almost spread along the high platform to the girl's feet, and the ink-robed man frowned, easily picked up the person by the waist, and moved his position.

And he shifted his position.

I didn't know what the girl in his arms said, but the man in the ink robe was straight, and Xiao Qinghe was so frightened that he dragged his bleeding knees back.

Suddenly, the ink-robed man looked at Xiao Qinghe, his eyes were cold, and he asked in a breathy voice, "Do you want to do it again?" ”

When the words fell, everyone was stunned, and even the heads of the families lost their minds.

The ink-robed man raised his eyebrows, Xiao Qinghe only felt that he had suffered a lot of shame, and immediately gritted his teeth, and his body was full of green tendons.

Everyone didn't dare to speak, and silently grabbed the high platform.

Xiao Qinghe put up the last bit of strength, only touching the corners of the man's ink robe.

Then he fell to his knees and knelt on the ground.

Now the man asked Xiao Qinghe again: "Do you still have the strength?" ”

Everyone scolded in their hearts, and there was still no end, but their hands were already holding the high platform, and the green tendons on their arms were raised.

Xiao Qinghe was desperate.

Isn't this overt bullying?

He just divorced Li Wenxi, how could he be reduced to this.

He was unwilling, because the man in the ink robe raised his eyebrows, he couldn't gather his internal strength no matter what, and he wanted to cry in despair.

"Woo woo woo......... Xiao Qinghe cried in despair, and pleaded with a smile on his face to the emperor: "I, Xiao Qinghe, shouldn't I ...... Offend the girl, please ...... For my ignorance's sake, spare my life. ”

Chu Jiujiu was stunned.

Here's what's going on.

She let go of her hand, lifted her ink robe, poked her little head out, and saw a scene of great shock.

Xiao Qinghe's knees were red, kneeling on the ground, and under his body was a dazzling blood red, spreading along the high platform to the ground.

It seems to be where you just stood.

So what just happened?

Desperate for answers, she looked at Emperor Ci with curiosity.

The emperor pretended not to see it, rubbed his fingertips, and straightened his robe.

Looking at Lu Sheng again, the hair on the forehead of the young man in the green shirt was a little messy, he hung his head and pursed his lips without saying a word, and his apricot eyes were full of melancholy.

Gentle and quiet, his robe was a little messy, staring directly at the emperor's speech, his eyes were red, as if he could cry after another look, so he turned his head to stare at the tattered lamp in the corner.

And Xiao Qinghe glanced at the junior of the Xiao family or the slave of the Xiao family standing behind him, with a sad face, and then resolutely picked up the long sword on his side, put it on his neck, and choked up: "Xiao Qinghe is willing to die to make amends!" ”

Dignity is gone.

There is no point in living.

"Don't ......!" Chu Jiujiu was just about to make a sound to stop it, when he saw the folding fan with a layer of petals rolled up by the wind.

It's the man in white, why is there a man in a red flying fish suit standing next to him?

Because of his excessively heroic appearance, his posture was upright, and he exuded anger from the inside out, Chu Jiujiu recognized that person was Song Yan of Jinyi Wei Qianhu at a glance.

It is mentioned in the book that Song Yan is a genius in the sky, with a strong literary and martial arts strategy, and stands out in everything.

But there are two fatal shortcomings, unless His Majesty's life is at stake, he will definitely not take half a step out of Beizhen Fusi.

The other is that Song Yan has face blindness and can't remember anyone's appearance at all.

The girls' dreams were shattered because of this.

Isn't this out of the palace?

She's not at stake?

It looks like he is concerned about the twelve immortals, standing in front of others, like a cub protector.

The twelve immortals on the stage were originally hiding far away, and when they saw the emperor who had grown up like this, they shook their heads quite lovingly, and saw that Xiao Qinghe was really going to kill himself, so he turned down slightly and threw the folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan rode the wind, rolled up the petals on the ground, and was holding the blade of the long sword against it, flying to the ground.

Seeing that Song Yan didn't move, the twelve immortals smiled in a low voice, walked around him and walked out, stretched out his hand quite casually, and the folding fan returned to his hand, "Today is the Flower God Festival, such a grand festival, it should not be too bloody." ”

The Twelve Immortals said intentionally or unintentionally tapping the emperor's words with a folding fan.

"Come on, come on, the head of the Xiao family hurry up." The twelve immortals hurriedly picked up Xiao Qinghe, who was paralyzed, and raised his eyebrows at the emperor.

These twelve immortals are just suave, laughing and even gasping with desire, and the red eyes are picked, which is even more seductive than the fox spirit.

The Twelve Immortals discussed in a tone: "Just let him go, and he didn't make a big mistake to die." ”

It is true that the crime is not to death, Xiao Qinghe is indeed a scumbag, a prodigal, with a snobbish eye cultivated by the powerful, and speaks viciously, I don't know how many people's lives have been calculated, but he has also saved many people's lives.

No one is born a bad person, if there is no father who has been soaked in the green building all the year round, if Xiao Qinghe's mother did not hang himself when he was babbling.

Xiao Qinghe will not give up entering the court as an official in order to live and protect his young sister, and will be led to a point of no return by his second uncle.

While harming others, they are also saving people, and their positions are different.

The merits and demerits are offset, the leg has been scrapped, and lifelong disability is already the biggest punishment for him.

"Hmm."

Emperor Ci had a headache when he saw the appearance of the twelve immortals, turned his head and glanced at the young man in the flying fish suit who came over, and nodded in response.

Looking at the fox eyes of the Twelve Immortals, Chu Jiujiu was stunned in his heart.

The white-clothed boy looked at the same age as the emperor, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent into crescents, but Chu Jiujiu saw an indescribable sadness, he pressed Xiao Qinghe's head and said, "Girl, the head of the Xiao family sincerely repents, just let him go, okay?" ”

Chu Jiujiu looked at the girl in the white dress on the stage.

The moment Li Wenxi knelt down, her heart had already let go, and there was already another light in her heart, she raised her eyes and bumped into a pair of clean and smart deer eyes.

Inexplicably familiar.

"Miss, what do you think? Still sad? You see·····'' Chu Jiujiu pointed to the sky and smiled brightly and coquettishly: "As soon as you are sad, the moon in the sky is hidden." ”

The eyes around the eyes brushed and focused on the girl.

Why does this sound so ambiguous?

When did the Li family have more of this force?

When Li Wenxi heard this, he looked up at the gray sky, and smiled with a pale little face for a long time: "The past is like duckweed, and since then, the Li family and the Xiao family have been working quietly, so very good." ”

As she spoke, she saluted Chu Jiujiu: "Thank you girl for breaking the siege, I haven't asked Fang for my name, from now on, you will be the guest of my Li family for life, and I hope the girl will not dislike it." ”

Although Li Wenxi does not go out of the door, he has read a lot of books, miscellaneous affairs of the court, and rumors in the world are all in his mind.

Just the ink-robed man next to him was wearing mutton fat jade, and Li Wenxi could see that he had only used a negligible skill just now, and his martial arts were so good.

The regent of Dongguan is a fancy man, known to everyone in the world, he gave birth to a good skin, but he is romantic, drunk and fell in the Twelve Immortal Towers all day long, and the manhood of the ink robe in front of him is cold and noble, and the appearance is peerless, which is also somewhat similar.

But the regent didn't have a single mole under his eyes.

Yong'an Hou is even more impossible.

If it is not a person from Dongguan, it must be a foreigner of the powerful.

It is harmless to Dongguan and can be solicited.

More because she is like a person.

It's like a flower praying for peace.

"You don't have to be polite, Miss." Chu Jiujiu returned the salute and smiled at the Twelve Immortals: "I'm really sorry to disturb the Flower God Festival." ”

The Twelve Immortals looked at Chu Jiujiu carefully, and the more they looked at it, the more they felt that the girl was beautiful and moving, smart and cute, and smiled cleanly, glanced at the emperor's speech, and shook his head: "Tut-tut······ The girl's vision is not very good. ”

He spoke in a soft voice, as if he had spoken specifically to a few people in front of him.

Emperor Ci's face sank, and Chu Jiujiu glanced at him for the first time.

The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and her cheeks were flushed, and she didn't make a sound.

The Twelve Immortals were not annoyed, they still had a smile on their faces, and raised the folding fan, so that the people of the Xiao family dared to come up and carry Xiao Qinghe back.

Most of the people who came were juniors, Xiao Qinghe originally meant to bring people to a long time, but he saw his own head being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

They were locked up in the Xiao family by the head of the family, like flowers in a greenhouse, where have they seen this meeting, they are all very scared.

The hand was frightened and let go a few times, and Xiao Qinghe's painful face wrinkled, which could be regarded as a thrill.

The Twelve Immortals got up and walked back, and the young man in the flying fish suit glanced at Chu Jiujiu with a sinister look.

Chu Jiujiu's head was full of question marks.

Provoke him and provoke him?

Chu Jiujiu could vaguely hear Song Yan looking at the twelve immortals dissatisfiedly and muttering, "Who do you want to hook up with when you laugh so much?" ”

When the words fell, the young man in the flying fish suit followed behind the young man in white like a fart, but he also kept a distance of half a meter.

The smile on the face of the white-clothed boy became heavier and heavier, and he paused, waiting for the absent-minded young man to bump over, but Song Yan also stopped when he noticed it, looking at the shadows overlapping on the ground, thinking that the master was unwilling to let him approach, and was about to retreat.

I heard the man in white doting on: "Hook up with you." ”

Hook up with you.

Hook up with you.

When it landed, countless fireworks bloomed all over the sky, turning into sparkling flames, lighting up the lamps of every household and lighting up the long night.

The rumbling sound drowned out the words of the man in white, and he was carried away by the wind.

Except for Song Yan, no one heard what the twelve immortals said, and their eyes were attracted by the fireworks that illuminated the long night, and they looked up at the sky with their own thoughts.

Song Yan couldn't believe his ears, he thought about the master for a long time.

Just now I even said to hook up with him.

Is that what he thinks?

Because I care, I know that the master will often say something; Sultry words, so I can't believe it.

Song Yan's face was bitter, and he took half a step back, his thoughts already drifting away.

Twenty-two years ago, in the middle of winter, Song Yan was born with heavy snow.

The snow has crossed the threshold, and there is still no sign of stopping.

The cold wind is biting, people refuse to step out of the house when they are killed, and every household wears three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped like a ball, as if to warn people that this day will not be peaceful.

The doctor did not go to the clinic late at night, but Song Yan was born in a hurry, there was no doctor and no midwife, and his mother made up her mind to tear open the umbilical cord at a critical moment, saving Song Yan and dying herself.

When he was five years old, Song Yan's father, in order to beg for him to eat, was seriously injured by the shopkeeper of Ruyi Building, and died in the middle of the night.

When he was eight years old, his only brother contracted an illness, and when he left, Song Yan was the one who couldn't hold the house.

No one knew his name, they all called him Tiansha Lone Star, and they called Song Yan and even forgot his own name.

The neighbors avoided him, and they were scared tightly.

Loud rumors are the fuse that shatters people's conscience.

Gradually, the people of half the city knew that he was a lone star, and someone tied up Song Yan in the middle of the night and threw him into the barren mountains and mountains, and he would sit and wait until he came back secretly late at night.

No one knows how many times he was thrown that month, how many eerie places he was thrown into, and what he ate to survive.

Until he turned into a little monster who couldn't cry or laugh, and people forced him to the gate of Yong'an with bad words, so that he would never go home.

Until the twelve immortals who were loved by the people returned from Yunyou, when they saw Song Yan, they protected him behind him, leaned down and squatted down to call him: "Song Yan." ”

Song Yan realized that he had a name.

Song Yan's body was so dirty that he couldn't see his appearance at all, but the son in front of him was dressed in white and was not stained with dust, and even his nails were pink and tender.

He was born into a delicate family, and he was deep in the mud.

He is loved by thousands of people, and he is a lonely star.

The boy in white promised the people with his life that he would teach carefully and raise people, and said a lot of good things, so he led Song Yan back to the Twelve Immortal Towers.

Childe asked him to call his master.

Song Yan can't laugh, can't laugh, and the master taught him personally.

Reading and writing, writing and martial arts, teaching by word and deed.

Song Yan is easy to support, at the age of fourteen, he not only looks Zhou Zheng and has a tall posture, but also is as tall as the twelve immortals.

The master would always say something light, and when he saw him, he smiled and bent his eyebrows, and liked to tap his forehead with a folding fan.

Gradually, Song Yan only had the master in his mind, the master's laughter, the master's flirtatious love words, and the master's point.

Until, when he first dabbled in wine, wine always hooked people's deepest desires.

Song Yan only took a sip and fell asleep.

In the dead of night, half-asleep and half-awake, he restrained the master's soft and boneless jade hand against the corner of the wall.

It's like a hot karmic fire, touching a little bit of the cool of the stream.

The surging extreme demand, wanting to annihilate the coolness, can't stop when you touch it.

From the inside to the outside, with the heat of the prairie fire, he explored the territory he thought about day and night.

It's scary.

The master did not refuse, but was particularly cooperative.

One retreats and one advances, and extreme restraint.

A beautiful landscape.

When he woke up, he looked around and saw no one around, and then sneaked into the dark corner.

I washed dirty pants for a long time.

The heart of youth is hot, and the self-esteem is inferior.

Since he was twelve years old, he secretly went to the martial arts arena, and every time he won a game, five taels of silver, regardless of life or death.

Song Yan was unbeatable in the martial arts arena, and was favored by the Jinyi Wei Qianhu of the year, but he was reluctant to give up the master, so he refused.

At the age of fourteen, he mustered up the courage to use the hundreds of taels he had saved between life and death to create a mutton fat jade folding fan, which he gave to the master tactfully and shyly to express his heart.

The love that broke through the ground at a young age gave him the courage of a lifetime of courage for his immaturity.

Looking at the master in front of him, who was as gentle as water, unstained with fine dust, and smiling brightly and charmingly, Song Yan couldn't say a word nervously, handed over the folding fan and fled.

Covered in mud, how can he be worthy of the master of golden branches and jade leaves?

Song Yan, who wanted to escape from his master, ignored his master's obstacles, and resolutely followed the Jinyi Wei Qianhu who had pestered him for two years and entered the imperial court.