Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

The skin color on Yan Jiuqin's hands was two points paler than that on the back of Zhaoyang's feet.Like dipping in snow, slowly and gently applying medicinal powder.The movements are meticulous and the expressions are focused.For a moment, Yan'er felt that the rumor that "Yan Lang missed his life at first sight" was true.

There is nothing in talent, appearance and conduct that is not worthy of her princess, but a princess...

It stands to reason that the son-in-law looks so suave and unparalleled, He Chou has no beauty around him, and raising a concubine casually outside is better than staying at home with a hot face and a princess' cold butt.

The son-in-law rubbed for a while, the princess stopped moaning, and closed her eyes, the son-in-law was still crouching down and rubbing around Zhaoyang's ankle, gently massaging the muscles and bones.

This closed eyes lasted for more than half an hour. After Zhaoyang woke up again, he found that he had fallen asleep on the soft bed. Just about to open his mouth to call Yan'er, he saw Yan Jiuqin who was still rubbing her feet.

Can't help being surprised, pretending to be calm, "The doctor is here?"

"I've been here and said there's nothing serious about it, and I can walk after a few days of rest." Yan Jiuqin answered her.

Now that the lamp oil is lit, the interior of the house is still obscure.Yan'er was probably afraid that the son-in-law would hurt her eyes by rubbing her feet, so she lit a few oil lamps around him.

Hearing what Yan Jiuqin said, Zhaoyang moved his sprained left foot, and found that he could turn it. After a closer look, the ankle swelling subsided a little, not as terrible as before.By candlelight, I can faintly see that the blood on it has melted a lot.

Zhaoyang looked at Yan Jiuqin, who was hanging his waist and narrowing his eyes, the candlelight couldn't be seen clearly, because Yan'er only lit the lamp around him, not beside her who just fell asleep.

In ancient times, the candlelight was weak, and people could not be seen clearly at night.At this moment, Zhaoyang only saw Yan Jiuqin's tall and lonely figure, and couldn't help but want to see his expression even more. He always lowered his eyebrows in front of her, and rarely raised his jade-like face.

"You've been rubbing my feet here all this time?" Zhaoyang asked him.

Yan Jiuqin was a little surprised by this sudden question, and answered "yes" obediently.

"Come here," Zhaoyang called him again.

Yan Jiuqin was a little flattered by this call, he was startled for a moment, then walked over, Zhaoyang was sitting on the soft back pillow, Yan Jiuqin didn't dare to go forward, and lowered his head three feet away in front of her.

"Come here again," Zhaoyang's voice softened a little.

Yan Jiuqin moved two more steps before Zhaoyang saw the eyes under his brows, the drooping eyelashes were like phoenix feathers, and his face was like a drawing of painted skin, under the faint light of the oil lamp, it looked like a colorful mountain ghost.

He had a monster-like face, but his brows and eyes were closed, and he was high-spirited and self-sufficient.

Zhaoyang asked Yan'er to fetch a book and handed it to Yan Jiuqin, "Read the poem on it to me."

Yan Jiuqin saw only the cover of the book, but neither the title nor the signature.Turning over the cover of the book, I saw the poem on the first page, but Yan Jiuqin was there in a daze, unable to speak.

Zhaoyang was wearing a golden silk veil drape, and a green mantle of water gauze was wrapped around his arms. He was not wearing fox fur because there was charcoal in the house for heating. His face was goose round and very small. Pasted with a golden three-petal flower tin, it is extraordinarily graceful and beautiful.

She looked at Yan Jiuqin's extremely thin-skinned face, only seeing a little bluish-white color, and asked in a strange voice, "Why don't you make a sound?"

Yan Jiuqin's eyes were open, looking at every word in the book, he knew every word, but he couldn't say anything together.

Because it was full of pornographic songs and obscene words, extremely explicit, lewd and unrestrained, his face was white and red, he didn't dare to breathe, he held the book in embarrassment on the spot for a while.

Seeing his humiliated appearance, Zhaoyang was particularly intriguing.I couldn't help but deliberately turned cold, and asked him loudly, "How to read the first chapter of the first chapter, read it with me and listen."

The first song is "Pain, pain, push Lang gently. Gradually, I heard the sound trembling, and I was slightly startled and red. After trying and changing, there was no gap at all. This time the flavor became crazy. Move, move, arm They hug each other, their lips touch each other, and their tongues touch each other." (Zhao Ji's words)

Yan Jiuqin's face gradually turned vermilion, and it was difficult to open his lips and teeth.Zhaoyang urged him from the side, but he only said: "I..."

"The people in the Yan family don't read, don't you know any of these words?" Zhaoyang looked at him with disbelief.I saw Yan Jiuqin was wearing a light-colored shirt, his complexion alternately white and red, more perfect than the embroidery on the robe.

"I..." Under repeated urging from the princess, Yan Jiuqin said with lowered eyes, "I can't read it."

Zhaoyang snorted contemptuously, and said to Yan Jiuqin, "If you can't read it, just stand there."

Yan Jiuqin's face turned pale, and he made no sound.

Zhaoyang scrolled the color picture book he bought today on the bedside mountain, and ordered Yan'er to bring the fruit plate. The pomegranate was purple and clear, peeled and the seeds removed, and placed on an enamel round plate inlaid with gold.

After a while, lotus root powder plum blossom crab soup was brought, served on a white jade flower goblet bowl, Zhaoyang only ate two spoonfuls, let Yan'er rub her shoulders and legs, moved the oil lamp closer, and the characters in the painting were full of color. It's more colorful.

At night near midnight, Yan Jiuqin was still standing. Zhaoyang had played around a lot today, his legs were sore and he was tired, but he became more energetic at night, so he got up to look at Yan Jiuqin.

I saw him standing alone, surrounded by dim lights, I couldn't see him clearly, I saw him vaguely closed his eyes, maybe he was tired.

Yan Jiuqin closed his eyes, and he didn't intend to read it out. He speculated in his heart that if the princess tossed a stick of incense for a while, she might let him go.It got cold in the middle of the night, and he didn't wear much. Although there was still warm charcoal in the house, he still felt the cold invading his body.

Before I knew it, it was as if there was a warm wind blowing in my ears, and an extremely soft voice lingered in my ears, "Read, just one song, I will let you go back immediately."

Yan Jiuqin opened his eyes when he heard the sound, Zhaoyang was next to him from behind, the distance between the two was so close, he could even smell the fragrance from the princess's body that became stronger due to body heat.

Faintly, matching the princess's face with a rose-like complexion floating under the moonlight, Yan Jiuqin couldn't help but blushed slightly, and moved half a step away. The princess was still sticking behind him, "Read it, I want to hear it."

This voice was very ambiguous, sticking between the skin and clothes separated by clothes, the voice of the other party was like the charm of peony, the voice was soft and extremely seductive, it most aroused the throbbing in the man's heart.

Yan Jiuqin closed his eyes, his heart was beating violently, Zhaoyang was close to his back, and the warm wind was blowing in his ears. After a long time, he recited a song, "When is this evening, the boat is in the middle of the boat. When is the day today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince. I am ashamed and treated well, I am not ashamed. I am troubled and never stop, and I know the prince." (Pre-Qin "Yueren Song")

Zhaoyang was taken aback, pondered over the lines of the poem, then shook his hands angrily, and left Yan Jiuqin, "What are you reading?"

As soon as he shook his hand, Yan Jiuqin immediately felt a slight pain on his face, and then he burned badly. He stretched out his hand to cover it, and felt that there was still a little sticky liquid.

Zhaoyang wore a rubber band on his wrist in his sleeve, extremely thin and thin, one foot and two long, thick at the head and thin at the end, painted with gold powder on the outside, and the rubber was a gold chain.

She usually uses this rubber band to play around, but she has never hit anyone.He didn't expect to hit Yan Jiuqin with this just now, and saw a thin bloodstain on the back of his neck, extending from the neck to the ear, and then to a point on the cheek.Not long, but also thin, like a line.

It was hard to detect from the front, but a thin bloodstain could be seen from the side, somewhat conspicuous against the snow-like complexion.

Zhaoyang was startled, but he didn't show anything on his face, but he was still in anger. "Get out of the room and don't come in again."

Yan'er saw a little blood trickle out from the scar on Yan Jiuqin's neck, and then saw the son-in-law leave, and the princess sat down slumped, her expression still extremely angry.

"What is he? The princess asked him to read a poem, and what did he read to me after standing for a long time? Fake and noble." Zhaoyang smashed all the porcelain bowls and colored saucers on the low table on the soft floor, Yan'er Hastily said, "Princess calm down."

When Feng Yuansheng came to look for Yan Jiuqin the next day, he saw a thin scar on the bottom of his neck. The scab hadn't fully grown yet, but it was purple and red, extending all the way to the ear.

Can't help asking him: "Brother Jiuqin, what's wrong with your face?"

Yan Jiuqin was about to apply medicine, but Feng Yuansheng came, only delayed for a while, and then said: "I was mowed by grass."

Feng Yuansheng looked at the scar, which was thin, and it didn't look like it was cut by a blade of grass, but he didn't know what caused it. He joked, "Where does the grass grow, it's as tall as a man."

Although he was talking nonsense and joking, seeing Yan Jiuqin's ointment on the table, he couldn't help but think for him: "Brother Jiuqin, it's troublesome for you to apply the medicine. I'll wipe it on for you." Why, this sentence sounds like the intimacy between brothers and friends, but it sounds a bit awkward to Feng Yuansheng's ears.

But he was just awkward, Yan Jiuqin had no other intentions, since he took the initiative to speak, he agreed, sat down, and asked him to apply the medicine for him.

Seeing that there was no other expression on his face, Feng Yuansheng couldn't help thinking that he was just thinking too much.

Only he knew from the bottom of his heart that he always felt that Yan Jiuqin was not the same kind of person as them.He believed that Yan Jiuqin was a kind of person who was independent and independent, while he, Shen Shicong, and King Yue were another kind of person.

Although he and Yan Jiuqin are colleagues and friends, for some reason, he can't treat Yan Jiuqin equally like he did to King Yue and Shen Shicong.Even though his external relationship with Yan Jiuqin is the same as when he is with others, he knows in his heart that his perception and feelings towards others and Yan Jiuqin are different.

He has been very strange, not sure why.He had thought hard in private that Yan Jiuqin was not a woman, and he was not like an ordinary man in his heart. He seemed to be another kind of person separated from the two genders of male and female.