The Fairy in Fast Time

The ancient market seems to be no different from the modern morning market. People are crowded shoulder to shoulder, and with the shouting of roadside vendors, it constitutes a prosperous scene.

Jinxiufang.

"I don't know if the two guests want to buy ready-made clothes or fabrics?" the proprietress asked with a smile.

"Look at the fabric first." Jun Ziqing said in a gentle voice.

"Then please go this way." Saying that, the proprietress led them to the inner room gracefully.

There were not many people in the store at this time, so it seemed a bit empty.

Wen Han walked slowly behind Jun Ziqing, looking a little careless.

[System: Why are you getting more and more salty :)]

[System: And now you are indifferent to your man!Tell me, do you have someone else outside! 】

Wen Han's gaze slowly scanned the neat yards of fabric, and he found that the fabric was very exquisitely crafted, especially the embroidery on it.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and touched the peach blossom embroidery lightly, feeling a little absent-minded for a moment.

【system:……】

"Like peach blossoms?" Jun Ziqing stopped beside Wen Han at some point, looking sideways at him.

"En." Wen Han responded softly, and raised his eyes to look at the person beside him.

But seeing Jun Ziqing's black hair hanging down her thighs spread out on top of her snow-like white clothes, her tall body stood tall and her eyes were picturesque.

"This peach blossom embroidery is indeed exquisite, but it lacks aura." Jun Ziqing gently touched the cloth with his slender fingertips, and his thin lips hidden under the veil made a faint smile, "You If you like it, I will embroider it for you."

Hearing this, Wen Han couldn't help being startled, looked at him and said slowly: "No need."

Jun Ziqing drooped her eyelashes, and quickly concealed the darkness in her eyes, and said, "Why?"

"It's too troublesome." He said softly.

Hearing this, Jun Ziqing suddenly smiled, "No problem."

"Young Master, the fabric you want." A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked towards him holding a touch of white, "Do I need to send it to your house?"

"Then, please send it to Tianfu Inn, Room [-], Tianzi, on the third floor."

The girl bowed her body when she heard this, then turned around and walked inside.

"I looked at a ready-made dress earlier, and I think it suits you very well." Jun Ziqing turned his head and said to Wen Han who had been looking at him, and said with a slight smile, "Try it on?"

Wen Han couldn't help being startled, hesitantly said: "No need..."

The main reason is that I don't seem to have any money with me.

It's embarrassing.

[System: Can you just talk to me :)]

Wen Han: Oh, I forgot...

Wen Han: Before, I was thinking that in this world, I would take the high and cold route. My intuition told me that the man who conquered my life should be taller and colder. Far, far away.

[System: You can pull it down, just rely on your mudslide temperament, cold? 】

"Go and try it, Ziqing..." The smile on Jun Ziqing's face remained unchanged, and a soft voice escaped from his lips, "I want to see you wear it."

Wen Han knew that he had never had any bottom line for his man, whether it was in this world or the previous worlds, as long as it didn't touch the principle, even if it was a shameful request, he would agree without hesitation.

"Okay." Wen Han replied softly, "Which one?"

After half an hour.

Wen Han stared at the messy clothes he had tossed about in the changing room and was silent, he would not admit that he didn't even know how to wear any clothes now.

Are the clothes of the ancients so cumbersome, with three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside, it’s so hot just looking at it!

Jun Ziqing, who was sitting outside, looked at the changing place again. He put the teacup in his hand on the table and stood up slowly.

"My lord... have you changed yet?" Jun Ziqing asked softly, standing outside the curtain.

Then, the door curtain was lifted a little by the people inside, but Wen Han was naked to the waist, looking at him coldly, but showing a bit of helplessness, "I...don't know how to wear it."

Seeing him like this, Jun Ziqing frowned slightly, and with one side of her body covering him, she said softly, "If you don't mind, how can Ziqing help you?"

Hearing this, Wen Han pursed his lips, but still complied.

Then both of them entered the changing room, which made the space a bit crowded.

After seeing the clothes scattered on the table, Jun Ziqing felt like laughing for some reason.

Originally intended to dedicate the first time changing clothes for others to the future wife-owner, but today it was dedicated to him.

Jun Ziqing rummaged on the table for a while with downcast eyes, and gently pulled out a white undershirt.

It's just that the joy slowly spreading from the bottom of my heart can't deceive myself.

"My lord..." Jun Ziqing raised his hand to spread out his inner garment, his voice revealed a bit of tenderness, "Please open your arms."

Wen Han paused, and slowly opened his arms.

A quarter of an hour later.

Jun Ziqing put on the last black gauze dress for Wen Han, then turned around behind him, raised his hand to loosen the bundled ponytail, and let the three thousand black hairs fall down behind his back, hanging softly around his waist .

The warmth and coldness of his quick movements have not had time to stop...

"Hot." Wen Han turned his head slightly to him and said with a dull expression.

But Jun Ziqing felt wronged, even a little...

Acting like a baby?

Jun Ziqing's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he raised his hand to pick up his long hair, and then skillfully tied the ends of his hair with a headband.

"Okay." He said gently.

Wen Han looked down at the cuffs, silently counted about seven layers, although each layer was very thin, but stacked together...

He now feels that the breath he exhales is hot.

Pulling open the curtain and going out, Jun Ziqing led him to a bronze mirror of equal height.

Wen Han secretly sighed in his heart: After tossing and tossing for so long, the proprietress didn't come to chase him away.

"Very suitable for you." Standing beside him, Jun Ziqing raised his lips and smiled, his lacquered eyes seemed to be filled with spring water.

Wen Han couldn't help raising his eyes to look into the slightly blurred bronze mirror, but he saw the person in the mirror wearing a black gauze, and the silver-gray robe made his body look more slender, elegant and elegant like ink.

"Boss, this also counts." Jun Ziqing looked at Wen Han with a bright and gentle smile.

After coming out of Jinxiufang, Wen Han and Jun Ziqing walked into a restaurant, and when they were sitting at a square table waiting for someone to serve tea, Wen Han belatedly realized that he had been tricked by Jun Ziqing.

——Good, hot, ah!

[System: Hey, what a young man, but unfortunately he's a fool, I'm so worried. 】

Wen Han: Why didn't you remind me from the beginning!

[System: Someone said he wanted to be taller and cooler. 】

Wen Han: This has nothing to do with my routine :)

[System: If you don't listen, I won't listen. 】

"What do the two guest officers want to eat?" the waiter asked with a smile.

Jun Ziqing didn't speak, but just set his eyes on Wen Han, motioning for him to order something.

Wen Han couldn't help but pause, and after thinking for a moment, he said slowly: "Come on, just a few of the signature dishes."

Wen Han: I didn't bring any money, so I can't ask Jun Ziqing to pay it back...

[System: Who said that there are so many diamonds and gold coins in Nuan Nuan :)]

The corner of Wen Han's mouth twitched: Can that also be used?

[System: Yes, it will be automatically converted to the currency of this world when you take it out :)]

Wen Han: ... Nuan Nuan is so awesome.

"I have never asked my lord, besides yesterday's High Mountain and Flowing Water, are there any other songs?" Jun Ziqing poured two cups of tea with downcast eyes, and pushed one of them towards Wen Han.

"There are no other songs..." Wen Han took a sip of his tea, and after thinking for a long time in silence, he found that there were only various ancient songs in his mind, so he said flatly: "There are only some songs that I wrote down from music books before. The next part."

"If you have time, can you blow it to me?" Jun Ziqing, dressed in white and with dark hair, gently raised the veil with one hand, and took a sip from the teacup with the other.

"En." Wen Han responded, and then he secretly pushed up his wide cuff, revealing a section of his fair arm, "Don't call me son, just call Ahan."

The system looked at Wen Han's calm look on the surface, and then glanced at the various barrages that kept hitting him, no doubt they were all hot, so hot, so hot...

And so on.

"Okay, then, Ahan." Jun Ziqing's smile was still gentle and polite, as if nothing could break the smile on his face.

Wen Han nodded in agreement.

***

Jinxiufang.

"Miss Boss, do you have embroidery needles made of sterling silver?" Kong Chen asked looking at the charming woman in front of him.

"Yes, but I don't know what price you want?" The proprietress lazily leaned against the table where the fabric was placed, her voice soft and soft.

"The most expensive one." Kong Chen rolled his eyes over her slender fingers, and smiled slowly.

***

At night, the lights are on.

The bright moonlight poured on every corner of Qingcheng, and the red lanterns on both sides of the long street swayed gently in the evening wind carrying the noise of the crowd.

Qingcheng Night Market is as bustling as ever.

Tianfu Inn, Room No. [-], Tianzi, on the third floor.

Kong Chen put an embroidery frame more than one meter high vertically in front of the window, "My lord, put it away."

Jun Ziqing raised his hands and brushed the ink hair that fell on his chest to the back of his head, "Well, you should step back first."

"Yes." Kong Chen replied.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly and opened the needle bag rolled up on the round table, and saw dozens of embroidery needles of different sizes neatly arranged and inserted horizontally on the cloth, glowing silver cold light against the candlelight.

Jun Ziqing took off the veil on his face and put it aside, gently brushed the row of embroidery needles with his bony fingers, and the next moment, he patted the table with his left hand.

Several embroidery needles suddenly burst out from the cloth in a swift gesture, and the right hand pulled the silk threads of various colors placed on the other side. As the sleeves fluttered, the silk threads passed through each needle one by one as if they had eyes. The pinholes staggered and flew towards the embroidery frame not far away.

From the beginning to the end, Jun Ziqing had a gentle smile on his lips. He pulled a few needles and threads, and turned around lightly, approaching the round stool in front of the embroidery stand and sat down.

Sweeping a wave of needlework towards the white cloth and inserting it, Jun Ziqing's fingers nimbly shuttled through the various colors of needlework, and the embryonic forms of several peach blossoms slowly floated on the white cloth.

"Who." Jun Ziqing's eyes turned cold, and without looking back, he ruthlessly punched a few needles towards the window.

"Zheng-!"

The sword collided with the embroidery needles and sparked tiny sparks. A tall man in black night clothes flew in through the window and knocked the needles back one by one with an overwhelming killing intent.

Jun Ziqing jumped up and landed on the embroidery stand while grabbing the needle and thread, and at the same time easily caught the returned embroidery needle with his mouth.

The man in black pointed at him viciously with the tip of his sword, and said in a hoarse voice, "As expected of the young master of Yinzhen Jun's family, so it seems that Zhaohua's man still has some toughness."