Days and nights of the Raiders of Peerless Beauty

Great Zen...

Who is the great Zen...

What about Dongfo!Where did Dongfo go!

Qi Jiu dazedly looked at a dozen or so beautiful girls. These girls were plump and luxuriously dressed, and there were huge and delicate peony branches between the dark clouds, which still couldn't stop the youthful face from overflowing with excitement. With Shenghua's smile.

He hugged the wooden stick tightly in his arms almost instantly, and Kemojiu was brought along, and he couldn't help gnawing on the wood and whispering.

"Kemojiu...Kemojiu...what's the matter with the great Zen?"

"Where is this place, who are these women, shouldn't I enter the Nightmare Twilight!"

If you say you are trapped in a nightmare, is this dream too... Jiao Rao?

The girl in the lead was giggling, her flower branches trembling, and she whispered from the corner of her mouth, "She is pretty, white and tender, and ten thousand times more handsome than the five big and three thick guys from Cheni. It's a pity that the brain is a little stupid."

"It's not that there's something wrong with the brain itself. It's probably because of the combination of hunger and thirst in the desert. The wind and waves cut the sand. The seven souls were shocked. After a few more months of cultivation, they will recover."

Someone agreed, "That's right, Dazen has been lying in a daze for nearly a month. Even when he woke up, he just held a wooden stick and talked all day long. My grandmother in my hometown once said that people lost Hun'er will suffer from panic attacks and speak foolishly."

They talked so much that they didn't avoid people, and they all treated Qi Jiu as a foreigner who couldn't understand Bei Zhou language.

"You guys are talking too loud!" Finally someone came out and said, "Da Chan is a distinguished guest from Yemoluo, and he saved the life of the Seventh Prince who was besieged by wolves in the Wumusu desert. Call it benefactor, how can you speak out and hurt me?"

The woman who spoke was one level higher, and the rest of them kept their mouths shut, with the boldness and unrestraint unique to the women of the Northern Zhou Dynasty in their eyebrows and eyes.

Qi Jiu hurriedly said, "Don't leave!" He stood up to stop him.

The flowing silk obscene clothes slipped off the shoulders, revealing the white chest, and the muscles around the waist looked weak due to the long-term hunger, so they were tied by the waist, otherwise the clothes would be naked, which would be a joke .

Qi Jiu yelled impolite softly, hugging the wooden stick and crawling back into the quilt again.

The beauty who was left alone burst into laughter, "It turns out that Dazen can speak the dialect of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, so don't take it for granted. Just now, those girls have been serving in the posthouse all year round. They are used to playing wild with foreign people. I still look at Haihan for being rude. .”

Qi Jiu asked, "Where is the posthouse?"

The beauty who stayed behind said, "It is a special pavilion built by Emperor Zhenyuan to entertain distinguished guests and friends from all over the world who come to worship in the holy city of Xian'an, and Fanbang is here."

True Emperor Yuan!!

Qi Jiu vaguely remembered that before the empress ascended the throne, Emperor Zhenyuan was the sage monarch of Chaotian, with the country name Xihe.

He actually entered the illusion of more than ten years ago!!

The fingers pinching the wooden staff were white and gradually blue.

Kemojiu, Kemojiu, it's hard for you to hide from me.

Qi Jiu knew who he was in an instant, maybe he had already been aware of it in the dark, but he didn't want to admit it without authorization.

Seeing that he was silent, the beauty took out a green-glazed red-tipped medicine bottle from the cabinet, and said, "Great Chan, please lie flat."

Qi Jiu was disturbed by her, and she couldn't help pulling up the skin in front of her breasts, "What are you doing?"

The beauty smiled, "Da Chan, your skin has been tortured in the Umusu Desert. You have already applied six bottles of the rejuvenating ointment developed by your majesty's special imperial doctor, and the skin around your body has peeled off a layer of old skin. It will be as shiny and jade-like as it is now."

No wonder.

Seeing that her hand was about to touch her, Qi Jiu politely refused, and took the rejuvenating cream and applied it lightly. He said it was really effective, and it felt like the skin had been soaked in milk.

After everything was finished, the beauty respectfully brought a new dress, saying that Qi Jiu's newborn skin was too fragile, so she couldn't wear cotton and linen to avoid cutting the skin, and could only wear clothes made of silk spun out by ice silkworms.

After Qi Jiu put on the verdant silk dress, it was like green bamboo shoots in the rain, her eyes were full of fresh green, her flawless red lips were very prominent, and her amber eyes were clear and rippling.

When the beauty combed his hair for him, she kept stroking his light brown curly hair until every single strand was submissive, fading into a kindly luster, and then she pulled it into a fashionable bun with a hairpin knife.

Even though she is beautiful, she is neither Yemoluo nor Beizhou, neither fish nor fowl, neither three nor four.

Qi Jiu faced the weak man of a foreign race in the bronze mirror, did he really... used to take this ghostly appearance... across the Wumusu Desert and came to the country where Shangguan Yibuki lived since he was a child?

Looking at his right palm again, it is clear that the silver fragments are still parasitic in the flesh, if not for the reminders from these strange things, Qi Jiuzhen feels that he is going backwards in time and returning to the past.

Before he could be in pain, a sacred metaphor from Emperor Zhenyuan came before him, ordering Qi Jiuye to enter the Qilin Hall, and feast all the officials to thank him for saving his son.

Qi Jiu's memory was incomplete, and he vaguely felt that the holy will was coming, and he couldn't refuse it on the grounds that he was sick, so he said to the beauty who served him, "Do you still have the clothes I wore when I walked out of the Wumusu desert? "

The beauty was stunned, "That suit is the only thing that Dazen owns, and I dare not throw it away, even though it has been washed several times, it is very tattered."

"It's okay," Qi Jiu smiled slightly, "Please ask the girl to mend it for me, I need to wear it for the night banquet." He has already deeply realized that even though he left his country, he is still a Yemoluo person in his bones.

The beauty exclaimed again, "But Dachan, your skin is too fragile, in case you get cut by your clothes..."

"It's okay, go get it!"

Qi Jiu put on the yellowed linen gown again. Although the pearls in the robes are no longer withered, and every broken and patched place is filled with the wind and sand and the atmosphere of being away from home, the warmth of the body is wrapped around her body. But reassuring and familiar.

The beauty handed over another very dilapidated customs clearance certificate, which was also the only thing that proved his identity.

Qi Jiu was in charge, and on the gold paper it was written that his birthday was July [-]th, and his real name...

Jurona night!

Jurona night!

It turns out that Qi Jiu's name full of Northern Zhou connotations is not his original name, but a homonym derived from his birthday. No wonder Shangguan Yichuan always calls him Ajiu.

So his name is Jurona Ye!

Qi Jiu suddenly covered his face and wept. Shangguan Yichuan married him according to the custom of Yemoluo, and called him by the simple name of Yemoluo day and night.

Only that person took care of him, a wanderer who was driven out of his homeland, with the ordinary eyes of the Yemoluo people.

Only that person is like this, loving him subtly and silently.

only that person...

The holy city of Xian'an is the greatest city, bar none.

How grand it is.

Qi Jiuci is indescribable in a single sentence. When he returned from the seventh year of Kuiyuan to the 32nd year of Xihe, this great city, like the rising sun on the horizon, has never decayed or reversed over time.

It will always be upright, majestic, brand new and never decadent.

Every day, there will be different skin colors, different languages, different races, chasing the bright sunlight and entering the holy city, to remember the most magnificent and splendid peak of history with your own eyes.

The palace of the two saints lived in the holy city of Xian'an, which was the most breathtaking flare in the sun.

The pilgrims look forward to looking up at the crown of Emperor Zhenyuan's head, which is unattainable like the Big Dipper swaying in the daytime.

Qi Jiu was carefully carried into the palace through one of the hundreds of gates in a soft hand sedan chair woven with feathers.

The guards in charge of the safety of the palace were dressed in golden silk chain mail, and they walked back and forth between the doors neatly, as if sparkling golden clouds were floating within the high walls, and the walls were brilliant.

I went to the inner chamber of the palace for a few more doors, and began to meet with sedan chairs carrying ministers. When these dignitaries and dignitaries saw Qi Jiu, they couldn't help but look at Qi Jiu. Passing by without squinting.

After a few more doors, a gigantic peacock platform built of gold stands in sight, and the rare treasures tributed from all over the place are distinguished according to their colors, and are regularly inlaid between the peacock's gorgeous tail feathers, intertwined with colorful splendor.

It seemed that some wonderful show was being performed on the stage, and the gongs and drums were blaring, winning bursts of applause.

Great Zen, Lingque Terrace has arrived.

The person carrying the sedan chair told Qi Jiu so cautiously.

"Didn't you say it was in the Qilin Palace?"

Qi Jiu felt strange, but as soon as his foot hit the ground, the person who carried the sedan chair left in the blink of an eye.

Forget it.

Qi Jiu's feet can't wear shoes, but the ground is not cold. The road paved all the way is warm jade as soft as lamb fat, and even the soles of the feet are very comfortable to step on.

Immediately there were beautiful maidservants to receive Qi Jiu, but they were not qualified to step on the Nuanyu Road, but came here on their stomachs.

Qi Jiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and lean on the wooden stick, because he heard the performance on the Lingque Stage come to an abrupt end.

Perhaps it was the eunuch who gave his name, or maybe it was just Qi Jiu who put money on his face. After all, some foreign envoys stayed in the posthouse for a year and a half, and they never got to see the real face of Emperor Zhenyuan on Lushan Mountain.

Going along, climbing the 99 golden steps, Qi Jiu's eyes were illuminated by red, blue, green, and golden lights of various colors. The Lingxiao Palace above the nine heavens may not be so radiant, let alone just a golden mountain Lingque Terrace in Baozhu.

status!

Qi Jiu instantly understood the reason why she was not summoned in the Qilin Hall in the end.

He has no status and is like an ant.

Forcing himself to straighten his back for another three points, Qi Jiu held his staff forward, and on the dragon chair far away, Emperor Zhenyuan's solemn figure was obscured by the smoke, let alone his face could be seen clearly.

Sitting on the side of the dragon chair is the queen of Emperor Zhenyuan, who is holding a little prince who looks like ten years old. The mother and son are talking and laughing.

Qi Jiu couldn't remember the queen's name, but when the queen looked up.

The cinnabar mole on her forehead is like a third eye watching her every move.

Empress...

Qi Jiuduan didn't dare to call out such a rebellious title, so he quickly covered his face with his hands, and said loudly, "Julona's audience with the Holy Mother of the Northern Dynasty at night! Long live my emperor! Long live the empress!"

Everything around was still, including the princes and grandsons who were kneeling at the table and toasting to drink together. They all looked at Qi Jiu's tattered clothes with chaotic and arrogant eyes, but when their eyes converged on Ye Moluo The soul-stirring appearance and neither humble nor overbearing attitude are incomparably amazing and surprising.

"Royal father, he was the one who saved my son's life!" The seventh prince who was sitting next to the queen suddenly shouted, but the queen gave him a warning look, and immediately died down.

"Your father hasn't spoken yet, you're being unreasonable..."

Without waiting for the empress' private instruction, Emperor Zhenyuan said slowly, "Seven sons are mischievous. They were in trouble in the Umusu desert the month before last. Fortunately, the Great Chan of the Qi Sect of the Yemoluo Kingdom rescued them. I am truly grateful."

Qi Jiu couldn't remember exactly how he saved the Seventh Prince. All in all, this was a fateful opportunity, otherwise he would roll out of the Umusu Desert and die in the wilderness, and no one would care about him.

Besides, Emperor Zhenyuan's endless gratitude is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Qi Jiu tried his best to squeeze out a few words of gratitude from his head, and finally portrayed the incident of saving people by himself. Boon Shide, Houfu Yanzi's life-saving straw.

It was still a bit difficult to say the high-sounding words, after everyone felt that the Seventh Prince was actually saved by Emperor Zhenyuan's years of good fortune and good deeds, Qi Jiu almost collapsed.

The queen has been listening quietly, occasionally showing a dignified smile, which made Qi Jiu's whole skin numb.

When will we stop being so flattering!

Qi Jiu could not wait to leave.

At this moment, suddenly a man dressed as a general raised his glass and wanted to invite Qi Jiu to recreate the scene of saving lives at that time.

In particular, he deliberately mentioned that Ye Moluo is popular in illusion, and Qizong Dazen has long admired his name.

If it weren't for acting, it would be hard to believe how a person who crossed the desert of death could fight wolves again.

He suggested it easily, and in this way, Qi Jiu was pushed to the forefront.