Manifest Marriage I

The raging fire ran from south to north and from east to west, like water splashing in a frying pan, crackling and sputtering from nowhere, the Qiu family fell into an endless sea of ​​flames in the blink of an eye.Crying, wailing, sound into the ear.

Sitting high on the sycamore tree, Zhou Jing had a deep indifference on his handsome face.

Qiu Huayue cried bitterly: "Kill me, let me go..." The words were incoherent, and he didn't know whether to beg for death or for mercy.

"Keep your eyes open and watch the evil you have done."

The cold voice shattered his last bit of delusion, and he fell on the ground in despair: "Patriarch... Patriarch, please calm down! Little one, little one didn't offend Madam with a single finger, please forgive me, let me go...Ji My son is only three years old, he is innocent!"

"Innocent?" Zhou Jing's phoenix eyes were cold: "Why should the women who are persecuted by you deserve to die? You ruined their innocence and took their bodies. Maybe you can forget all the filth and humiliation when you wake up, but you hurt them. it is true."

She didn't want to say a word to this person, and slowly closed her eyes.

Killing people is nothing more than a nod, but that's too cheap, she wants Qiu Huayue to be burned in this sea of ​​flames with regret and hopelessness instead of life and death.

After a long night, at dawn, the streets and alleys of Zhanqiu City were talking loudly about the horrific sky fire last night.

"I can see clearly, this must be God's punishment! It's Qiu Huating's evil retribution on me!"

"It's not a pity for such a person to die. Not only does he hurt himself, but he also hurts his family. It's a pity that such a man with no conscience has come out of the cultural land of the autumn city. He is so gentle, so gentle..."

"It's good to die, so as not to insult the sages and pollute this clear land. Once this happens, our land will become the laughing stock of Kyushu..." The old man shook his head.

The young and energetic young men heard this matter far less than the elders sighed and sighed. How many innocent girls Qiu Huayue has harmed, it is not a pity to die!

Fifteen or sixteen years old is exactly the age when there is no room for sand in the eyes of jealousy and hatred.

Yesterday, the young man who picked up a broken tile and threw it on Qiu Huayue's forehead said: "I should thank the Patriarch for this matter, and kill Qiucheng for me!"

Without the head of the family to expose Qiu Huayue and let him use his identity as "Qiu Huating" to bluff and deceive, there is no telling how many innocent women will be victimized.

The monstrous fire was still burning, and no one felt sorry for Qiu Huayue's death.

The Master of Fanxing Temple came and went, and left with a sigh.

Lian Zhou stayed up all night looking at the fire in the distance, the spring shirt on her body was stained with the moisture from the morning, she sat in the garden full of flowers and plants in Xuantian Temple, slowly moved away from her staring eyes, caressing her white and moist fingers A flower that bloomed enthusiastically.

Bright red, like sparks.

"Zhou Zhou!"

A gentle and melodious voice came to my ears against the spring breeze.

The man was all in white, with jade hairpins in his hair.

The collarbone is exposed and straight, dazzlingly beautiful, tempting people to linger on the winding and thin joints, the Adam's apple is much smaller and more beautiful than ordinary men, and the throat rises and falls with the movement of swallowing. Moving, irresistible beauty.

The snow-colored clothes, the belt around the waist have been replaced with different patterns, but the same is the same as before, nobility.

Even knowing that all this is just someone's low-key camouflage and cover-up, which is less than half as beautiful as her wonderful real body, Lianzhou's heart still moves after one glance, and her almond eyes are filled with warmth.

She opened her arms, and smiled at the handsome Patriarch in the soft light of the morning: "Ah Jing..."

Zhou Jing walked a few steps quickly, stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

The two were silent, each other quietly felt the heartbeat and body temperature from the other, and Zhou Jing let go of her: "Just wait, I'm back."

"Fortunately..." The girl's arm was still wrapped around her sweetheart's waist, she was reluctant to move it away, she rubbed it lightly twice unconsciously, her pretty face was flushed.There was no mention of the fire incident last night, let alone the hard work of the temple master who was far away in Xunyang to come to her to intercede.

The master of Fanxing Temple is a master of Taoism who is successful, not a pious person. She knows why the master of the temple came to her: Qiu Huayue deserves to die, but is it true that none of the 280 people in the house is innocent?

He came for the one percent innocent.

Lian Zhou also knew that even if she opened her mouth, she couldn't stop Zhou Jing from destroying Qiu's family.This person looks easy to talk, but in fact he is stubborn.

"Why are you so obsessive?" Zhou Jing teased her, narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

She was so ashamed that the girl stopped her hand and wanted to withdraw it, but was held down by Zhou Jing: "If you like it, touch it a few more times." She had already seen that Zhou Zhou liked her slender and powerful waist, so she paid special attention to her figure every day, nothing more than Just for her comfort.

She secretly thought: Waist can do a lot of things, and it can make her boat more comfortable.

Even if she couldn't see what was going on in her mind, Lian Zhou's cheeks were still hot subconsciously, and she broke away, her watery eyes became more moist: "Don't make trouble..."

Taoist Fan Xing cleared her cough, and looked back at the daytime scene. She was gentle and elegant, quite dignified and dignified by the head of the family. She nodded slightly: "Taoist..."

"I have seen the Holy King."

Zhou Jing pursed his thin lips slightly: "What are the old things, why bring them up?"

She is grateful to Taoist Fan Xing for taking care of her Zhou Zhou, and pays her three respects, but she doesn't want to hear her talk about the boring returning to the throne.

The world is not beautiful, but a boat with her can outweigh all the good things.So she has no reason to go back to Xinghe.

Her face was stern: "I have Lao Daoist to take care of my wife. I have been bothering my wife for a long time. Today I should resign with the Taoist."

Lian Zhou endured his shame and put his hand into her palm, and was led by her to bid farewell to Taoist Fan Xing.

Unable to keep her, Shengjun didn't want to listen to her nagging, so the nun said with a smile: "The patriarch wants to leave, how dare the Taoist stay? But I have a destiny with Mrs. Ling, and I am very happy to see her, so I should give it as a meeting gift. Madam, Patriarch, please don’t be disgusted.”

It is a unique amulet, embroidered with the still water of the moat of Zhanqiu City.The flowing water stretches, gurgling and gentle.

Lianzhou's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Daoist, for your kindness."

With Zhou Jing's eyesight, he knew at a glance that this thing was extraordinary. She had many other good things, but the mother who saved lives and prevented disasters didn't keep any of them for her.Thinking about it, the mother will face catastrophe on the day she is born, and since she has to cope with the catastrophe, I am afraid that it is not enough to use up all the life-saving things, how could there be any leftovers?

Thinking of this, her expression turned pale, and she expressed her sincere thanks: "Thank you for your kindness, Taoist priest, Zhou Zhou and I will be back soon."

"Congratulations to Patriarch..."

She called "Patriarch" over and over again, and everything she did was out of respect for Changye Shengjun. Zhou Jing's eyes flickered slightly, and she rode away with Lian Zhou.

"Fanxing Daoist is very good." At least, there is no invisible oppression brought by Fanxing Guanzhu's wise eyes.Lian Zhou leaned shyly in her arms, and smiled at Zhou Zhou: "Does Zhou Zhou think that everyone is good, but you think all people who practice Taoism are good?"

These words aroused the girl's dissatisfaction. She frowned, turned her head slightly, and said in a coquettish tone: "Am I so easy to deceive? I think Taoist Fan Xing is good because she is really good. Are there no bad people who practice Taoism? I don't believe it." .Aren’t those who don’t practice Taoism all good people?”

She reached out and touched Zhou Jing's collarbone: "A Jing, what's the matter with you?"

She began to make a little awkwardness, her delicate lips glistened with moisture under the sunlight, and Zhou Jing was full of smiles, holding the rein with one hand and wrapping her arms around her waist with the other.

The spring breeze was smooth, and the high-spirited head of the family warmly and domineeringly kissed the girl's petal-like delicate lips, and the tip of his tongue meticulously traced the perfect lip shape.On the back of the horse, under the sky, stealing incense and jade openly.

Lianzhou gradually lost in her arms, I don't know if it's the gentle spring breeze, or her A Jing is too intoxicating.

Xiangjin Crossing Together...

Exchange the best spring with each other.

"Ajing..."

Zhou Jing panted slightly, seeing her pitiful and coquettish attitude that lost her soul, what she saw and heard in the cold pool became very clear in an instant, and the emotion engraved on the tip of her heart was boiling and spreading, she endured it.

Lianzhou leaned against her back, his brain was empty and his eyes were absent-minded. After a while, he fell asleep peacefully in the spring breeze and in the arms of his sweetheart.

The speed of Rijing's horse riding slowed down.

The fire that fell on Qiu's house and Qiushui Villa in Zhanqiu City has not been completely extinguished, and a fire has destroyed the glory of the direct line for hundreds of years.

In the inn, Li Shiqi patiently took care of the injured Shen Duan with a porcelain bowl. Shen Duan was pale and looked shocked.She drank two mouthfuls of rice porridge with Li Shiqi's hand, and she said with a pale face, "This fire has nothing to do with the Patriarch."

Speaking of the daytime scene, Li Shiqi's face was blushing suspiciously, and he couldn't help remembering what happened yesterday.

She had a romantic relationship with this person yesterday? Well, Brother Jing, who was supposed to be in Xunyang, barged in aggressively. He not only looked at her body, but also witnessed how she vented her body in Shen Duan. He pursed his lips freely: "Qiu Huayue should be damned, it's easy for him to die in the sea of ​​fire."

She looked at Shen Duan with a guilty conscience.

Shen Duan downcast

After drinking porridge, I didn't dare to look up.

Thinking about something in her heart, she didn't pay attention to her mouth, she let out a "hiss", which woke up His Royal Highness Seventeen who was serving someone for the first time.

Seeing her frown, Li Shiqi hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

Sitting on the bed, Dean Shen, who was cold and injured, looked less incomprehensible and arrogant than before. She said, "Hot..."

Unexpectedly, she would be burned by a mouthful of porridge, Li Shiqi couldn't help laughing: "Then let me blow it up for you?"

Rarely gentle, including waking up early in the morning and sneaking to the back kitchen of the inn to cook porridge, everything he did seemed to remind Shen Duan that they had a skin-to-skin relationship.

No matter how arrogant and self-willed Li Shiqi was, he was completely the woman of Dean Shen. Shen Duan had acted presumptuously on her more than once, and it was definitely not to help His Highness alleviate the effects of the medicine.

Inside and out, up and down, peeling off her clothes, every inch of her body can prove Shen Duan's frivolity and lack of self-respect.

Dispelling the guilt of being looked at in front of her sweetheart, she smiled triumphantly: "Duanduan, try it again, won't it make you feel hot?"

Even if the weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings, Shen Duan could only accept it.

Drinking the porridge silently, for a moment I didn't know how to face the new intimacy with His Highness.

Sighing and swallowing the warm rice porridge down her throat, thinking that this was the breakfast specially prepared for her by Her Royal Highness, the princess who never touches the spring water, a long-lost warmth spread.

She squeezed Li Shiqi's slender wrist and said nothing.

Li □□ boldly kissed her favorite Dean Shen: "Duanduan, what should I do, I can't marry anyone else after what you did to me, I can only marry you."

One sentence blocked all the coldness and arrogance in Shen Duan's bones without a slight wave, his bloodless lips were pursed into a line, and he could no longer support the dignity and majesty of being a teacher.

Perhaps the moment she couldn't bear the greed and climbed onto the highness's bed and touched her body, she had no other choice.

Knowing that he would be entangled even more tightly by Li Shiqi, Shen Duan still went to the appointment.

For His Highness Qingyu's sake, we must not let others know that she was assassinated by dirty means, and he couldn't refuse Li Shiqi, who was blushing at that time and kept begging her to be a servant.

You've already thought of the consequences, haven't you?

"Duanduan, will you be my consort?"

Shen Duan turned his head in embarrassment.

As a teacher, she took the initiative to disrupt the rules and etiquette of teachers and students. On the one hand, she felt ashamed, and on the other hand, she could not take responsibility for Her Royal Highness in an open and honest manner.

Da Zhou explicitly forbids same-sex marriage contract, even if he is a child of aristocratic family, even if he cuts off his sleeves and polishes his mirror, he can only do it in secret.

She was silent for a long time, Li Shiqi's eyes welled up with tears, three points were true, seven points were false, and his eyes were red from crying: "You just want to wave your sleeves and continue to be your cold and innocent girl's house!" Long? Shen Zijie, big ice cube, idiot, you have no heart!"

Being scolded, Shen Duan's expression changed, his pale face regained his usual indifference, and he said weakly: "I didn't..."

"You have it!"

Li Shiqi put the remaining half bowl of porridge aside, his face collapsed, and he continued to spit out the words that made Shen Duan feel ashamed: "Duanduan, I'm still in pain right now. You can't say soft words Coax me? You just gave me a cold face just now, if you are a man, maybe I already have your blood in my stomach, as a woman, I have given everything I can, what do you want me to do?"

"I..." Shen Duan's face, which was as frosty as snow, turned red strangely.

Li Shiqi wiped away his tears and looked at her blankly, his mind was filled with the vividness of Shen Duan's silence when he was lying on the bed.

She didn't say a word, her shortness of breath was suppressed, and her movements and expressions were unexpectedly gentle, just like the rustling of cold plum blossoms, stained with worldly fireworks, and had a human touch.

The smell came from her.Li Shiqi thought proudly.

Her tone was delicate: "You, how are you? What do you want to say? If you make me angry again, I will ignore you!"

After she finished speaking, she regretted it and ignored Shen Duan. If Shen Duan took it seriously, wouldn't she die?

Just about to change his words, Shen Duan glanced at her helplessly: "I, I'm not full yet."

"Oh, do you still want porridge?" His Royal Highness Seventeen turned his head a lot faster than usual, took the half bowl of porridge, and said in a low voice: "Drink it all, don't leave a mouthful, this princess gets up early and personally I made it for you!"

"Um……"

See her obediently drink and boil by herself

Rice porridge, Li Shiqi's smile almost didn't fade.

She really didn't lie, Shen Duan looked cold, and his stamina was astonishing when he was on the couch.After all, it's the first time, I've been beaten a little harder, and I'm still not feeling well.She pestered Shen Duan a lot, once or twice, three times or four times, too many times, it was difficult for Shen Duan to run away.

What's the point of chaining up the most polite and cold-hearted dean of the women's courtyard like this, and feeling uncomfortable?

The rice porridge bottomed out quickly, and Shen Duan struggled to get out of bed, but was stopped.His Royal Highness the Seventeenth Prince who had always been mischievous warned her righteously: "Be honest, you are hurt."

Zhou Jing's kick broke one of her ribs. With the anger he ignited that day, and looking at the current fate of the Qiu family, it can be seen that he has a sense of proportion and shows mercy.

Shen Duan's face was pale, and he still felt stuck in his throat when he saw Shi Qi unintentionally, and said softly: "It's okay, I don't care about this injury. Help me go down, I think Lian Zhou should come back gone."

Stepping into the door of the inn, Song Ran and Zheng Yuan were sitting in front of the window talking about the fire at Qiu's house, and they also talked about the dean's injury and Lianzhou's absence. As they were talking, a girl's soft and gentle voice came from behind: " Ah Ran, Sister Zheng, I'm back."

The two looked back and saw their good classmates and sisters who had disappeared for two days.

Zheng Yuan exclaimed in surprise: "Okay, sister-in-law, I don't see you all of a sudden, you were with brother Jing!"

Lianzhou disappeared on the day when Qiu’s big boat caught fire, and they had suspicious suspicions afterward, and those terrible thoughts were completely removed from their minds the moment they saw the daytime scene—what could happen to Lianzhou if the Patriarch was there .

"I have met the Patriarch." Song Ran bowed down.

She was a few years older than them, and she was enthusiastically seduced by her younger brother at the beginning, saying that she was the master of the day family who was known as the most beautiful in Kyushu.

In the past, she also followed Song Lian to call "A Jing", but in front of her friends, she chose the most infallible way of calling, which shows that she is also a gentle and cautious person.

Lian Zhou smiled and said, "Why are you so unfamiliar?"

The daytime woman sang "Husband" and said, "Sister Ran, don't beat me up, isn't it a mouthful to call "Ajing"? "

She was born well, behaved calmly, treated people kindly, and getting along with her was like a spring breeze. Song Ran also smiled: "Ah Jing..."

Shen Duan was supported to climb down the stairs.

Li Qiqi turned his face away when he saw Zhou Jing.

Ever since she stopped thinking about Zhou Jing, she totally liked this man as her elder brother, even for the prince's elder brother, she didn't have any admiration for him.She had mixed feelings, and she was afraid that the person beside her would be suspicious of this matter, so she hesitated for a moment and stood there for a moment.

Everyone at the scene was still very careful. She saw that Shen Duan was wearing a white cloth to wrap her wounds, and she looked at her with self-blame. In addition to self-blame, she couldn't help but glanced at her A Jing, and her eyes were full of indescribable concern. angry.

It is understandable for her to blame herself, but as for this annoyance...

Focusing on the injury on Sister Duan's body, she thought to herself: This injury is probably caused by Ah Jing.

After thinking about it, a strange feeling appeared in my heart, Ah Jing hit Sister Duan, and His Royal Highness Seventeen, who was protecting his wife, should not have looked embarrassed and embarrassed when seeing Ah Jing. Different kind of intersection?

The four of them looked at each other in twos and were speechless, an awkward atmosphere spread like water...