The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"Qi Yu," Pan Shu saw him about to leave with the porcelain bowl, she stopped him, "You don't have to do these things in the future. There are servants in the house and I don't need you."

Qi Yu's dark pupils slowly passed across the girl's pale but beautiful face.

She has an exquisite appearance and is prettier than many men.

Not at all effeminate.

Qi Yu thought of what his friends who complimented him said.

He pursed his lips in confusion, his thin white eyelids were filled with crimson, and his voice was hoarse and aggrieved, "What do you mean, am I worse than a slave?"

I don’t know where the courage comes from.

He half-knelt in front of the bed, his long, slender white hands went behind Pan Shu's ears, and his lips and tongue pried open her red and plump lips. He pressed the girl's straight back lower, licking and kissing her more deeply.

"Your Highness, please have it healed."

The man's clear and melodious voice was stained with eroticism and became tingling and sultry.

His cold fingertips caressed the back of the girl's neck provocatively, his narrow peach blossom eyes were half-opened, and the ends of the eyes were filled with intoxicating red waves.

It looks like a few red plum trees given by the emperor in the courtyard.

The snow foam rustles and falls on the veins of the leaves, melting, making it even more beautiful.

After a long while, Qi Yu lay on her shoulder and gasped. He opened the skirt of Ban Shuli's clothes with his big hands and smiled sullenly, "Your Highness, are you afraid?"

Pan Shu turned her head sideways and reached out to push him without pushing, "What am I afraid of?"

"I'm afraid Qi Yu..." He paused, raised his sharp and clear chin, and pressed his thin lips against the girl's red and bloody ear, "...I'll kill you."

The girl beneath him almost curled up into a ball.

He chuckled lowly.

"Your Highness, is there no one to teach you?" Qi Yu said softly, "How about I teach you?"

"Qi Yu, you, you get up first." The girl's voice was very low, no better than a mosquito. Qi Yu saw through her stern and shy nature, and the smile on his lips became a little deeper.

He likes people who are easy to control.

Qi Yu was high-spirited and had been held in high esteem for the past 20 years.

Now that the Qi family had been defeated, he had gone from being a noble young master to a prisoner who could be trampled upon, with mud under his feet, how could he be willing to do so?How can you not hate it?

Everyone is waiting to see his Qi Yu joke——

Qi Yu decided to climb to the position where they could only look up.

Pan Shu loves him.

And love is the most invincible weapon in the world.

As his thoughts returned, Qi Yu lowered his eyes with a gentle expression that made people unable to tell how much of it was true and how false it was.

"Sorry, I was reckless."

He stood up, his loose clothes half-covering his cold white and firm muscles. His black hair fell down to his shoulders, tickling the girl's sensitive and slender neck like a feather.

The girl blushed shyly, "You, you go first."

Qi Yu took a deep look at her.

After a few seconds, Pan Shu looked at the closed door and curled her lips slightly.

——Love is the most unstable thing in the world.

Does Qi Yu want to use her to seize power?

How could the famous Mr. Qi be willing to live in the house for the rest of his life?

but.

Sometimes being too ambitious is not a good thing.

After nightfall, the snow gradually became heavier, and soon the ground was covered with white frost.

Because of taking Ban Shu to visit Chu Guan Tower, Zhong Yingying was locked in the house crying and crying, "Zhong Yan! If you have the ability to hit Ban Shu with your rolling pin, you will do it all day long." Teach me a lesson!”

Before she finished howling, Zhong Yingying's throat suddenly stopped and her voice got stuck.

The young man curled his lips and smiled slyly.

The clear radiance of the moonlight shines on his thin back. The young man is tall and slender, like a willow tree.

"Jiang Ziqian?!" Zhong Yingying's eyes widened.

The young man bit a piece of weed in his mouth, with a careless smile on his crimson lips, "It's me, Sister Zhong."

Under the moonlight, the young man's elegant eyebrows were like dazzling brilliance, and his delicate facial features were more eye-catching than the moon. He lazily leaned under the tree and fiddled with the silver bracelet on his wrist that shone with cold light.

The bell made a crisp sound.

Zhong Yingying's scalp felt numb for no reason.

Finally, the sound of the bell gradually became quieter, and the young man raised his eyebrows, "I need your help with something."

"What, what?"

Jiang Zhan laughed happily in his throat, and his cold eyebrows softened. His pale fingertips pressed the pulse point of his other wrist and licked his lips, "I fell in love with someone."

"?" Zhong Yingying was confused.

Jiang Zhan is the posthumous son of Zhong Yan's sister, Zhong Yingying's aunt. Her aunt passed away not long after giving birth to Jiang Zhan.

Zhong Yan took Jiang Zhan back to the Jiang family and raised him.

About Jiang Zhan had no nutrition when he was in the womb, and he suffered from serious illnesses after birth. Zhong Yan invited a highly respected Taoist priest to come and see him, saying that the child might be attracting ghosts.

The Taoist priest only said that Jiang Zhan was related to Buddhism.

Zhong Yan also treated Jiang Zhan as a doctor and sent Jiang Zhan to Guanglu Temple outside Beijing for rest.

Most likely, Buddhism really protected him, and the medicine jar that relied on the decoction to keep him alive really became full of life, and the death energy on his body disappeared without a trace.

"Jiang Ziqian, didn't you just come down from the temple?" Zhong Yingying looked at him suspiciously, "Which little nun did you hook up with?"

Ziqian is Jiang Zhan's cousin.

Jiang Zhan rubbed the palm of his hand with his fingertips. He didn't stop until it turned red and a burning pain hit him, "Just one glance."

"what?"

"I just looked at her."

Zhong Yingying's eyes narrowed to slits, and she smacked her lips, "Who else could she be if she wasn't a little nun? Jiang Ziqian, you practiced Buddhism when you were three years old, and now you are sixteen. The Buddha has been with you for 13 years, and you are still impure. ?Are you worthy of the shining golden Buddha?"

The young man licked his dry lips, his eyes sparkling with light, "You also know this person, Your Highness."

"...Who?!" Zhong Yingying almost gasped.

It was the first time that the young man left the temple that was full of precepts and the bells were ringing loudly. The Buddha stood majestically on the high platform, quietly staring at the young man's figure that became taller and taller as he grew older.

The lingering world of mortals——

There is his calamity.

It should be said that he is a little monk.

The little monk with six impure roots, the Buddha saw him making a fool of himself.

The young man wore a curtain hat and stood outside the crowd, watching the gauze on the carriage being lifted open by a beautiful white hand. The winter wind actually made him a little irritable, and a corner of the curtain hat was blown open. .

Jiang Zhan met the girl's gloomy eyebrows without any hindrance.

Gorgeous and exquisite.

He vaguely smelled the faint, moist aroma of her body.

The heart that has been silent due to practicing Buddhism is thumping like a resuscitation, like a continuous beating of drums, like wild grass in the wilderness that cannot be burned away by wildfire.

The young man stared at her blankly.

Looking at his calamity.

But she couldn't see him.

The young man chased the carriage for a long time, and the curtain hat was blown off by the wind, revealing the young man's romantic and young face as bright as the bright moon.

The carriage stopped all the way in front of the Seventh Princess's residence.

He stood blankly next to the animal head at the door for a long time, until the thin snow fell on his thick eyelashes and melted into water, quietly crossing his beautiful face and getting into the skirt of his clothes.

Jiang Zhan imagined that those were the lips of a girl.

His fingertips trembled with excitement.