Do you know that Shenma cherishes words like gold? This bad man knows it!
After Zhong Qingye stood up, she conscientiously followed the ancient model of lady behavior and lowered her head in silence. [] The dog emperor simply walked past her, sat down on a soft chair, and drank the tea that the palace maid respectfully brought him.
He was so happy that he simply ignored her as if she were nothing.
Zhong Qingye kept her eyebrows low and counted her heartbeats in the room. After standing there for an hour and eighteen minutes, she finally couldn't help but raise her head to see if this person was still alive after turning it over and over in her mind a hundred and eighty times.
I don't know what the little strong man looks like, but as soon as I raise my head, I see a pair of deep peach blossom eyes.
For a moment, Zhong Qingye had trouble breathing.
She has met many good men in her life. Needless to say in modern times, as she travels around the world, she can bump into handsome mixed-race men from time to time. But here, Feng Jin is a monster.
Yes, although Xian is a bit unworldly. And Qi Mo, although he is wearing a mask, but judging from his figure, the lines of the lower half of his face, and his skin quality, he shouldn't be much different.
However, she has never seen a man like Qi Mu.
The smooth and white face has a sharp and cold look; the narrow and charming phoenix eyes reveal the charm that originally belonged only to women; the bridge of the nose is as high and beautiful as a corn stalk; the long hair is as shiny as a desert night.
The man in his early twenties has the cold resoluteness of a soldier, the coquettishness of a woman, the temptation of a firefly, and his own laziness and sharpness, all mixed together to create an indescribable flavor.
The slightly slender, narrow eyes narrowed indifferently, and the eyelashes curled up in a thrilling arc.
Zhong Qingye's heart suddenly hit hard, his mind went blank, and two words floated faintly.
flirtatious!
What a charming man!
Zhong Qingye slowly narrowed his eyes, shock and excitement mixed together, and he couldn't explain what he was feeling. The man in front of him was like a fox, with a slightly curled tail, a graceful appearance, and a casual and breathtaking look.
As the two looked at each other, a mysterious and similar emotion was slowly brewing and steaming in their dark eyes, until it spread throughout their hearts. As if they had touched something, Zhong Qingye followed his example and raised his eyebrows slightly,
The surprisingly similar arcs drawn at the corners of people's mouths are like two equally unruly souls.
Qi Mu remained calm and looked at the woman in front of him quietly. She was very young, definitely no more than eighteen years old; she was very bold, and she never avoided his gaze; she was very stubborn, standing empty for nearly an hour without making any sound.
nothing.
Red dress, black gauze like feathers, long hair knotted into beautiful and resolute spiritual snake temples, scattered milky white beads with a soft light, her eyebrows are not as slender and soft as ordinary women, slightly darker, with a hint of softness.
Stubborn. The face is white, the arc of the jaw is very sharp, the eye slits are large, the watery touch, and the corner of the tail is stained with the color of flowers.
Zhong Qingye, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family, is a bit poor in birth. According to the information, she is a weak and useful woman. However, it seems that he has missed something...
Third brother, you seem to have found an interesting shield...
Depressed, silent, still.
The unknown aura emanating from the man made the air pressure in the room lower and lower inch by inch, hovering like dark clouds above the head, so heavy that it was almost unbearable.
Zhong Qingye seemed to begin to understand why Feng Jin swore that she was too young for Qi Mu. With this momentum alone, she was extremely powerful, which was extremely rare for her to see, even worse than Qi Mo.
Zhong Qingye suddenly became a little excited. Opponents of this level were not encountered casually. She even began to be eager to find out what qualifications this man had to be her enemy.
Qi Mu's face was as cold as ice, his slender eyelashes motionless, half-covering his dark eyes, and he looked at the girl's smart eyes in front of him, raising the corners of his lips in a mocking manner.
Not bothering to waste any more time, Zhong Qingye decided to take the initiative. Before she could speak, Qi Mu had already taken advantage of her.
"You are excited." Affirmation.
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly, wasn't he talking nonsense?
"My third brother, what did you promise?" Qi Mu asked to the point, very crisply. This man spoke differently from other people. He spoke neither too fast nor too slow, and it was just right. It didn't make people feel rushed, but instead
From this calmness comes a sense of self-independence and arrogance.
Zhong Qingye smiled brightly and said slowly: "Why can't civilian girls understand what the emperor said?"
Qi Mu's eyelashes moved slightly and slowly opened. His black eyes were like lightning, and the speeding light exploded like fireworks, almost hurting people's eyes for a moment. Zhong Qingye smiled very naturally, with the corners of his eyes covered in bright colors.
There was an almost invisible beat. Qi Mu looked at her quietly for a while, his gaze almost taking away people's breath.
The cold, alluring, and sticky gaze is like a killing cobra, making people feel hairy from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhong Qingye felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by him, and the goosebumps on her back were already densely covered. Her inexplicable self-esteem supported her fearless smile. This look like a decisive battle was the first time she had fought with this man.
step.
No matter what, she couldn't lose and never thought she would lose.
One sharp and one slow, one looks plain but hides murderous intent, the other smiles slowly but has no fear, the two eyes meet in mid-air, colliding with sharp sparks, and the roar makes people's ears numb.
The air pressure in the room suddenly dropped to the lowest point, and the room with its soft fragrance was so cold that it made people's bones numb.
Qi Mu suddenly stood up from the chair. Zhong Qingye was startled by his actions. Then she realized that the man was very tall. She almost had to raise her head halfway to reach his face. Going up from the bottom, the momentum was even more intimidating.
Already.
Zhong Qingye began to miss his slender figure of 1.73 meters tall in modern times.
"You are very bold." Qi Mu said his conclusion calmly, slowly narrowing his eyes as narrow as a knife: "How about entering the palace?"
"The civilian daughter does not understand what the emperor means."
"I lack a woman like you." Qi Mu raised his lips, with a cold and arrogant curve, and looked at Qingye condescendingly: "Which one is better, marrying a prince who is destined to collapse, or marrying me?"
"Haha" Zhong Qingye smiled softly, his eyebrows and eyes were as curved as the moon, but his tone was as cold as a cold knife in the twelfth lunar month. She slowly took two steps forward, stood across the wooden table from Qi Mu, and said with a smile: "Hey
Which one does the emperor think is safer, letting a threat go out or confining it?"