Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

Simply bullshit!

Qin Quji used to practice acupuncture with his arm again, but he didn't notice the noise outside because he was so concentrated, but there is a system.

【He and Sheng Du are outside. 】

[How can a man be pregnant? 】

【Sheng Duwei said that he is Zhang&%#∞...】

zhang what?

【Sheng Duwei said that he was afraid of the heat and had to wait for him—】

"Uh..." Qin Quji's expression under the mask can only be described as "the rain is about to come", while Wei Hanyue was embedded in Sheng Duwei's arms, and did not try to break free. Turning his head to the masked man a few steps away, he said: "I heard that it was the witch doctor Qin who saved my life that night when I arrived at Juxu. I have never found a chance to thank you. It is a rare encounter tonight, so I would like to thank the witch doctor for saving me."

Qin Quji's black mercury-like eyes locked on Wei Hanyue's face. The winter god Xuanming on the mask had a ferocious and ferocious face, but his eyes were gentle and almost sad.

"Healing the sick and saving lives is the job of a doctor, so don't worry about it, Your Highness."

The words were muffled in the mask, and Wei Hanyue discerned them attentively, and it was difficult to match up with someone he had known.

How to make this day and night witch doctor take off his mask?

Wei Hanyue simply asked directly: "Why do you hide your face?"

Qin Quji paused, and then said in a low voice: "My face is damaged, and it looks ugly and terrifying, so I covered my face."

Wei Hanyue nodded thoughtfully and said, "Witch doctor can rejuvenate, but can't heal the wound on the face?"

Qin Quji shook his head in denial, and asked again: "Have you been feeling unwell these few days, Your Highness?"

Wei Hanyue just wanted to say that he was fine, but he swallowed his breath as soon as he opened his lips, and coughed violently with his fist against his lips.

Now it was really difficult to stand on Sheng Du's boots lightly and skillfully, Qin Quji rushed towards him, grabbed him by the arm, and said anxiously: "advanced medicine house!"

-

A small spoonful of Chuanbei Pipa Gao was put in his mouth, the bitter taste of the medicine made Wei Hanyue frown, but the cool touch did quickly relieve the concussion in the chest cavity, Wei Hanyue coughed up tears, and was still in inertia after he stopped Weeping like tears.

Qin Quji, who surrounded him, seemed to be having a hard time saying, "When did Your Highness become in such a state?"

Wei Hanyue couldn't speak, and could only bend his back in his arms and pant lightly.

Qin Quji seemed to be unable to restrain himself and reached out to touch the end of his eyes, but was slapped away by Sheng Dubi who was beside him with a cold face: "Witch doctor be careful."

Wei Hanyue supported Qin Quji's forearm and wanted to stand up, but the moment he put his strength on, he heard Qin Quji grunt, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with the witch doctor?"

Qin Quji shook his head and helped him up with his backhand.

The wide sleeves slipped slightly as he raised his arms, and some dark marks seemed to flash past, but Wei Hanyue couldn't take a closer look, and Qin Quji had already lowered his arms to cover them up.

Wei Hanyue obviously noticed that the man's forearm was as stiff as a rock, but Qin Quji kept silent, and he didn't ask any more questions, and Sheng Duwei carried him back to Qionglu.

The medicine house returned to silence.

【His hands are so soft. 】

Qin Quji bit off the cork of the golden sore medicine, casually sprayed on the wound on his arm and said, "You don't want to touch him through me!"

[It's up to you... What's the use of you sprinkling like this, you clearly know that these needle holes are not enough to cause severe pain. 】

【It's because he touches you that you hurt. 】

-

The weather in the country of Yan is quite capricious. On the day of Shaozhada’s grand ceremony, it suddenly snowed at the dawn of time. Swept away.

Yan people are not surprised by the severe cold that came too early, but Wei Hanyue, who has just arrived, is going to suffer a lot. When he saw the silver-covered outside of the vault, he sent someone early to tell Wang Ting that he would not watch the ceremony. Yan people, it doesn't matter if you are absent.

The State of Yan set up Dazhada Grand Sacrifice and Shaozhada Grand Sacrifice on top of the Four Seasons Sacrifice and the New Year Sacrifice. The former was presided over by the empress, and the latter by Zuo Tuqi. Before ascending the throne, he was the late emperor You Tuqi, so the position of You Tuqi had been vacant for nearly twenty years—then he was replaced by King Zuoguli as assistant.

The sinister wind howled above the altar of the Circular Mound, but in the huge dome of two colors of Zhu and Xuan in the center, twenty pots of warm charcoal were burned, which made people almost sweat.

Yanlingzheng stands at the front, Yanling Jun is behind him, and then there are King Youguli, Generals of Left and Right, Captains of Left and Right, Great Households of Left and Right, Marquis of Gudu of Left and Right. Shi Chang, Pi Xiao Wang, Prime Minister, Feng Du Wei, Dang Hu, Qi Qu... almost covered the entire Circular Mound.

The first item of the sacrifice should be to present auspicious nails to the statue of Shaozhada, a three-foot-long bright yellow ribbon, and in the center are woven musk and calamus knots, stalks, canopies, demoiselle cranes, round urns, triumphant bawls, jade-cleaning bottles and The eight auspicious pictures made of gold shell leaves are heavily embroidered at both ends, symbolizing elegance, luxury and auspiciousness. The auspicious verse of "Six Seasons of Constant Auspiciousness".

Yan Lingzheng knelt and held the auspicious nail, and was about to offer it to the statue's neck with solemn eyes, but in the blind spot of sight just covered by his body, a small crooked circle popped out from behind the statue head.

Yan Lingzheng: "..."

The other party blinked innocently, and the two deep amber pools rippled.

Yan Lingzheng: "..."

Simply bullshit!

He was a thousand times more nervous than a real uninvited guest, and he couldn't help but rejoice that everyone except the chief priest had to close their eyes and meditate in order to show their devotion to the gods.

Before the Chengxiang auspicious nail was offered, Yanlingzheng could no longer control himself. Every time he glanced at Shangwei coldly, he felt as if he was being bewitched, and he felt powerless as if he was drowning in the clear and gentle pool.

Turning his hands almost instinctively, there was a soft and smooth auspicious nail on Wei Hanyue Bai Shengsheng's neck.

An auspicious nail dedicated to the gods.

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In fact, Wei Hanyue didn't come to join in the fun, he originally wanted to take advantage of Suo Jimin's absence to go out to his tent to have a look, but Xiao Ke had repeatedly lost his chain in this world and sent him to Suo Jimin himself The dome where it is located has come.

Thank goodness he still has a god statue as a cover, otherwise he would be a monster and mess up other people's big sacrifices. It would be strange if the king and ministers of the Yan Kingdom didn't sacrifice him directly to the God Shao Zha Da.

[Xiao Ke. 】

【Read cubs...】

【You said, if you pluck all the hair from your body, is it enough to make me a cat hair pillow? 】

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

There was a sudden warmth on the neck, Wei Hanyue was taken aback for a moment, and Yan Lingzheng was also in a daze, as if he didn't realize what he had just done.

The whole thing is done, and there is only one Chengxiang Auspicious Nail, which can only be offered once, and it is impossible to take it back and offer it again, not to mention Wei Hanyue's body is weak.This auspicious nail has a very good meaning, it is not bad to give it to him.

In the field of vision, there seemed to be something wrong with Yan Lingzheng's exposed arm when he raised it just now. Wei Hanyue couldn't see it clearly, but the boy had turned sideways and swung his sleeves to hit the fou.

When Yan Lingzheng hit the fou, it meant that the auspicious nails had been offered, and it was time to offer the magic lamp.

Yan Lingzheng was adding butter to the long-burning lamp under Wei Hanyue's watchful eyes, when Yan Lingjun behind him suddenly opened his eyes.

He said why the engraved and enticing cold sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus came from the tip of the nose, it really was this little ancestor!

Yan Lingzheng saw that Wei Hanyue's line of sight deviated from an angle, so he looked back slightly along the way——

Yanlingjun's cheap brother noticed that he was on guard after opening his eyes, his eyes were panic and warning, and then he was begged to cover up.

What are you begging for?

Yan Lingzheng's indifferent personality like a severing love, unexpectedly there will be a day when he lowers his figure and begs for others?

Wei Hanyue stared at Yan Lingjun with wide eyes, and immediately stared back unwilling to show weakness.

His eyes are bigger than Yanlingjun's, but his appearance is not fierce enough, Yanlingjun dies immediately after being stared at by him.

"Uh..." Wei Han read this...

This merciless little villain!

-

Then Yan Lingzheng hit the fou again, and he had to offer nine cups of holy colostrum from premium cows and nine cups of holy wine brewed by a cardamom girl.

Wei Hanyue watched curiously as Yan Lingzheng placed the eighteen small gold bottles on the vermilion lacquer tray in front of the statue one by one. When it came to the last bottle of milk, Yan Lingzheng did not place it with the other seventeen bottles. on the same level, but pushed it inwards with the fingertips.

Under his instruction, Wei Hanyue drank a bottle of sweet and mellow sacrificial milk, his brows and eyes curled up in comfort, and he drank a bottle of wine while Yanlingzheng was collecting sacrificial incense.

Yan Lingzheng couldn't stop him in time, and he didn't dare to move too much. He watched Wei Hanyue drink up to the last drop.

The defender Han Yue pointed to Zhang Luqi at the end, and put his palm across his neck in a gesture of wiping his neck.

He is very vengeful!

Yan Lingzheng: "..."

The taste of the holy wine is naturally very clear and refreshing, but its nature is quite strong, Yan Lingzheng can only pray that he can drink enough or the quality of the wine is good enough, so that he will not be drunk... at least until the end of the ceremony.

He hit the fou again, lit the sacrificial incense, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, his voice was calm, as if he was extremely reverent: "Yulan soup is like Mufang, Huacaiyi is like..."

There was a sudden pause in the voice—the tip of Wei Hanyue's right index finger silently pressed against his lower lip.

Before everyone noticed the strangeness, Yanling Zhengxing continued to sing as if nothing had happened, his voice still calm.

But the fingertips, which were as sweet as candy, never left his lips, caressing them affectionately and ambiguously.

When Yanling prayed loudly, the tip of his tongue could not help sweeping over the fingertips many times, it was so soft that he was almost dizzy, and it was only by mobilizing all the strength in his whole body that he could barely restrain the trembling desire of the tip of his tongue.

As long as Wei Hanyue stretched a little further in, Yan Lingzheng's hard-to-maintain rationality would completely burst.

There was not only itching, but also pain that could not be ignored, spreading from his lips to his limbs, as if he was being whipped to crush his dignity, but was soon replaced by a deeper trembling.

The spine under the fur coat was already sweating profusely. How could a 17-year-old boy have experienced such a molestation in a sacred and solemn ceremony in front of the public? The state of the person in front of him is also different.

Wei Hanyue rubbed Yan Lingzheng's lips intently, but his eyes were hazy with mist, his dimples had a begonia-like color, and his lips were crimson, more delicate and beautiful than his two petals that had been rubbed hard .

This cup is poured in a shallow amount... This is good, I will definitely not be able to communicate with the little drunk.

The author says:

"Nine Songs The Lord in the Cloud"

Tomorrow is another new week, full of hope and expectation——

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