Now, whenever Yan Mingzhu hears the word "reward", the erotic image of being held in a man's arms and kissed will immediately come to mind.
Not long ago, in the same carriage, Qi Jue used the same reason to ask for a reward, kissing her until she felt dizzy and almost out of breath.
"You had to wait on your own, I didn't force you. There is no reward, nothing."
With that said, Yan Mingzhu turned around and was about to run away, but Qi Jue reacted quickly. While grabbing her wrist, another strong arm wrapped around her waist.
With just a little effort, he lifted her up and easily held her in his arms.
Although the carriage in Dingbei Palace was already very big, the height was there after all. When the man moved forward, Yan Mingzhu's head almost hit the roof of the carriage.
While shrinking his neck, he stumbled back on his heels and sat down on Qi Jue's lap.
Immediately afterwards, a man's low teasing laughter came to my ears: "Didn't you say there was no reward? Why did you throw yourself into my arms again?"
"Ask your conscience and ask yourself, am I willing to throw myself into my arms?"
In terms of his ability to tell lies with his eyes open, His Highness King Dingbei is ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first.
Qi Jueli answered straightforwardly and forcefully: "Yes."
This guy is so shameless!
Yan Mingzhu was so angry and ashamed that she simply lowered her head and bit the man's strong arm.
As a result, she didn't enjoy the bite, but it actually hit her teeth.
"This arm of yours is made of iron and steel. It almost broke my teeth!"
Qi Jue pretended to be serious and said: "If you bite me, I haven't settled the score with you yet, so you are relying on me first?"
Yan Mingzhu half-raised her face and stared back, not to be outdone, "Can't you?"
"Okay, you can say whatever you want. It's my fault. Let me see if the tooth is really bitten off."
Qi Jue's two slender fingers pinched Yan Mingzhu's chin gently, not too hard. At this angle, Yan Mingzhu could look into his starry eyes.
A hint of cunning was clearly caught in his eyes.
Yan Mingzhu instantly felt the danger, but obviously, she had lost the opportunity. Her chin was controlled between the palms of her buttocks, and she could only stand in a forced to bear position, with the man sealing all escape routes with his thin lips.
This was a lingering and pathos deep kiss. Qi Jue knew how to proceed step by step, using gentle offensive to dissolve Yan Mingzhu's defenses, and then attack the city step by step, occupying all her breath and thoughts.
Qi Jue originally wanted to give it a try, but he was afraid that if he kissed her too hard, the little girl would get angry with her again. The last time he kissed her hard, she lost her temper for several days and refused to let him get too close.
But obviously, Qi Jue underestimated his control. On the battlefield, half of his shoulder was pierced by a long arrow. When the military doctor pulled out the arrow for him, in order to prevent his hands from shaking when holding the sword, he did not take Ma Fu San.
He pushed through forcefully without even moaning.
He was able to stand firm in the face of life and death, but now he gradually lost his mind in this deep kiss.
What's more, Qi Jue was able to realize this very clearly during this process.
Yes, he was finished. He fell completely into the hands of this little girl, and he fell into it willingly without any regrets.
"Well……"
Until Yan Mingzhu snorted, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes because of the long period of questioning, and she pressed her hands against the man's generous chest. Her hands, which were softened by the kiss, could only pat her symbolically.
Fortunately, Qi Jue still had the last glimmer of consciousness and finally broke the long kiss. At the end, he placed a lingering kiss on her eyebrows, kissing away the overflowing tears.
"Are you still human? We kissed you for so long!"
Yan Mingzhu angrily stepped on him, and when she wiped her mouth, she felt a sting on her lips. She didn't need to look in the bronze mirror to know that they must have been swollen from being kissed again.
She just couldn't understand. With such a cold and ascetic face, Qi Jue acted like an animal when he did things that were against a gentleman!
"Sorry, I didn't control the time well at the moment. I will pay attention next time."
Yan Mingzhu gave him a big look, "There will be no next time!"
He stood up and left. This time Qi Jue didn't stop him anymore. He said with a deep smile: "There is a carriage waiting outside. Can we take that carriage into the palace later?"
Yan Mingzhu's beautiful figure had already poked out of the car curtain, and suddenly retracted it. Then she raised her hand and threw it. Something dark flew towards Qi Jue, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to catch it.
"Things given away will not be returned."
Without saying a word, Yan Mingzhu quickly jumped out of the carriage and got into another carriage.
Qi Jue lowered his eyes and found that it was a package. When he opened it, he saw that it was a pair of high boots!
The overall color of the boots is dark black, with green bamboo cloud patterns embroidered on them. The stitching is actually not outstanding, and you can even see that the stitching is wrong in several places.
But looking at the high boots in his hand, Qi Jue laughed out loud and touched the moiré patterns on the boots again and again.
These are the first pair of boots made for him by my sweetheart.
Qi Jue immediately took off the boots he wore out today and put on these new boots given by his sweetheart.
Hmm...it's a little tight, but it's not a big problem. It will stretch out after wearing it a few times.
When he arrived at the palace gate, Qi Jue got off the carriage, but did not enter the palace immediately. Instead, he stood there for a while.
Feiyun looked confused, "Your Highness, what's the important matter?"
Qi Jue felt that this generation of subordinates were really unscrupulous. Do they have to lift his feet to know what his intentions were?
Not to mention Feiyun, even Feiyu, who was always smart, failed to understand the point for a moment and leaned over to express confusion.
Qi Jue could only remind him euphemistically and mysteriously: "Didn't you notice that there was a difference between before I got on the bus and after I got off?"
Feiyun and Feiyu went up and down, observing carefully. This time it was Feiyun who found the difference.
"Your Highness, did you change your boots?"
Qi Jue gave him a teachable look and nodded slightly.
Feiyun remembered the lesson he learned from the sachet. This time, in the spirit of learning from mistakes, he opened his mouth and praised them: "These boots are embroidered with green bamboo patterns, right? Look at the embroidery work, it is exquisite and unique.
,unparalleled,
You can tell at a glance that it is the handiwork of the senator's wife. The senator's wife treats His Highness with great care. She sends sachets and boots, and she completely treats His Highness as a grandson-in-law!"
After finishing the compliment, Feiyun sat back with a proud look on his face, waiting for His Highness's praise.
Unexpectedly, before he could receive the praise, he received a cold look from Qi Jue.
"These are the boots she made for me."
Naturally, this her can only refer to Yan Mingzhu, and Qi Jue also emphasized the word "hands".
Feiyun was dumbfounded, what, this time it’s Miss Yan, not Mrs. Yuan? Why is this different every time? His little simple mind really can’t think clearly!