[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

The next day, Yan An broke the morning record since he passed through the book. When the sky was just gray, he got up and went to the courtyard to practice.

It was the first time he felt the hard work of a martial arts practitioner, and at the same time he was glad that he didn't make the protagonist of the banquet useless when he wrote the article. Although it is not a martial arts high-strength, at least the foundation is still there.

It's just that Yan An in the article lived too comfortably, which made him lazy and neglected to practice, so he only learned the three-legged cat's kung fu.

The moves taught by Zijin today, he can learn them based on the basics, as long as he works hard and practice more, I believe he will get the essentials soon.

The world is unpredictable, and I hope it is not too late to make up for it.

The warm rising sun shone on Yan An's tall, straight and white nose, and a thin layer of sweat beads smudged a sexy color under the morning light.

Zi Jin, whose eyes fell on Yan An, looked away uncomfortably, and at the same time let go of Yan An's hand.

He coughed lightly, "Your Majesty, after practicing for so long, you should be tired and take a rest first."

Yan An was really tired. She wiped the sweat off her face with a handkerchief and drank a glass of water before continuing to practice.

This time it was a duel between two people, Zijin was only defending but not attacking. Seeing this, Yan An used all his strength.

He played vigorously, but he didn't even notice that someone was coming from the roof.

Fu Qu watched the whole fight between the two, and he didn't fly down until Yan An stopped, and applauded appreciatively: "Not bad, I've made some progress!"

Zijin drew his sword and looked at Fu Qu in front of him defensively, and a wake-up call sounded in his heart, when did he come?

He didn't notice it unexpectedly, it can be seen that the person in front of him is unpredictable.

Fu Qu glanced at Zijin, smiled at Yan An: "It seems that the son doesn't welcome Fu, so Fu will leave first."

"Wait." Yan An stopped Fu Qu, he was still thinking about who was in front of him, now hearing what Fu Qu said, he naturally knew that it was the Poison King himself.

It's just that he didn't expect the poisonous king to be so young, and to dress so flirtatiously. He was dressed in a gaudy red dress, like the number one young man in the tower.

Fu Qu looked back at him, raised his eyebrows at the sharp sword that Zijin was holding tightly in his hand.

Yan An followed his gaze, only to realize that Zijin looked like a hedgehog with its hair blown out, and immediately pretended to reprimand, "Zijin, don't be unreasonable!"

Zijin frowned, but obediently put the sword back into the scabbard.

"That's good." In an instant, Fu Qu appeared in front of the two of them, and his hand had already fallen on Zijin's shoulder.

Zijin glared at Fu Qu angrily, but because of Yan An's order, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Fu Qu curled his lips into a smile, lifted Zijin's chin and said, "You are so handsome."

Yan An realized that Fu Qu was not malicious, and Zi Jin was already on the verge of eruption, he said in time: "Okay, don't pinch my bodyguard with your hand that touches the five poisons."

After that, he looked at Zijin, "Go and make a pot of tea."

Zijin quickly picked up Fu Qu's hand, and when he let go, he attacked him without a trace. Fu Qu wanted to fight back in pain, but Zijin took a few steps back, turned and left.

Fu Qu's gaze followed Zijin's back, and suddenly he smiled at Yan An with an ambiguous meaning: "You have a good temper, and the taste is not bad, right?"

Yan An didn't want to answer his tiger-wolf words, pretended not to hear clearly, and talked about other topics: "You spent the night with Mr. Linchuan last night? You don't even wash off the smell of makeup and powder on your body."

Hearing this, Fu Qu picked up the skirt of his shirt and sniffed it. He had clearly washed it when he came, so why did it still smell?

Yan An was just talking casually, but Fu Qu didn't expect Fu Qu to react so excitedly, and in broad daylight, he sniffed at his clothes indecently.

As he followed Fu Qu's movement of pulling his clothes, he saw a row of neat teeth marks on the man's white collarbone.

Tsk!With such a deep color, it didn't suck the aorta, it hurts just looking at it!