The beautifully shaped snow-white lotus feet stepped into the shoes made of fine silk. Jian Yao stretched out her arms and asked the maid next to her to help her tie her belt. The moon-white braided rope was wound around her waist to form a delicate rope.

The bun was tied up with a pale green ring. After everything was done, the maids prostrated obediently on the ground. Wan Qiyan outside the door smiled and walked into the room.

"I have wronged you these days!" Wan Qiyan raised his hand, and the maids beside him immediately stood up and filed out.

"I was a little frightened, Sir, please bother me!" Jian Yao calmly distanced himself from Yu Wan Qiyan, and thanked her with every gesture, showing the demeanor that a princess should have.

Wan Qiyan laughed twice and then said: "I have posted notices all over the country. The little thief must be caught and executed in Lingchi to vent the queen's anger!"

"That's not necessary. Jian Yao is also a kind-hearted person. Since he was not harmed, he can be captured and dispatched. Don't commit any more crimes for me!"

After listening to this, Wan Qiyan looked Jian Yao up and down, and after a while he stroked his chin and said displeasedly: "To steal my Queen of Nanyang is to humiliate the leader of our country. How can such people stay in the world? Is the queen trying to excuse the little thief?

Isn’t there any personal reason?” After saying that, he took two steps forward and lifted Jian Yao’s chin.

Jian Yao did not shy away, and met Wan Qiyan's gaze sternly: "Since the Lord said so, it means that Jian Yao is ignorant. All he needs to do is obey the Lord's orders!"

Wan Qiyan chuckled twice: "It's really fast! My little beauty, how did you spend these three days and two nights? My people said that Jimo brought you back with disheveled clothes!" The palm of his hand was slow.

Slowly increasing the strength, Jian Yao's jaw gradually turned red, but he still had a calm expression, looking at Wan Qiyan innocently, no matter how much he tried to test his life or death, he would not reveal any information about being with Feng Xie.

Wan Qiyan was made angry by Jian Yao. With a "bang" sound, he swept down the carved porcelain vase on the side. Jian Yao stood still without moving. After a while, he turned sideways and gently untied Luo's shirt, causing Wan Qiyan's eyes to widen.

"Sir, we Dongyin women attach the highest importance to chastity. When the daughter is born, the mother will find a 'gonggong' fed with cinnabar, grind it into powder, and apply it to the navel bloodline. This substance will corrode into the skin, and when the woman is pregnant

After **, it will disappear!”

Having said that, Jian Yao had already taken off his coat, and the half-open undershirt loomed, revealing the rosy-colored bellyband. Wan Qiyan swallowed and narrowed his eyes obscenely. Jian Yao slowly lifted up the bellyband.

In the lower part, on the white skin next to the belly button, there is a Zhu Dan that is as big as a small fingernail and as bright as blood.

The sound of the slender hand is intoxicating, bitter and fragrant, the rain is crying, the wind is roaring, and the sad rustling overflows from the strings. The sound of the piano from far to near is like the feelings of the years that can travel through time and space. Jimo's back is against the wall, and he stands in the corridor with his hands hanging down. Outside is

The heavy rain, dripping, dripping along the eaves, loomingly cutting the world apart...

Who has performed this thousand-year regret, and who has played this thousand-year swan song? Jimo exhaled faintly, it turns out that Jiao Ren still cannot escape this fateful curse, and is destined to fall in love with human beings and fight for her to the end.

A drop of bone and blood, just like a mother...

Maybe among them, only Huaisha can break free? But -

Looking up, the red leaves are flowing in the Zhuge, and the falling reds are dancing in the wind. He would rather be the humblest soil, just to wait for the splendor of the branches for a season.

"Jimo..." A low call came from the small window, and Jimo raised his head in surprise. Through the camphor pane, Jian Yao's eyes softly cast into the fragmented world. Jimo walked to the window and his voice was hoarse.

asked:

"How do you know it's me?"
Chapter completed!