"Qi Yu," Pan Shu called out to him as he was about to leave with the porcelain bowl in his hand. "You won't have to do these things anymore. We have servants in the mansion, so we don't need you."
Qi Yu's dark pupils slowly moved across the girl's pale but beautiful face.
She has a delicate and beautiful appearance and is more beautiful than many men.
Not feminine at all.
Qi Yu remembered what his friends who complimented him said.
He pursed his lips helplessly, his thin white eyelids tinged with crimson, his voice hoarse and aggrieved, "What do you mean, am I not even as good as a servant?"
I don't know where the courage comes from.
He half-knelt in front of the bed, his slender white hands went around behind Banshu's ears, and he used his lips and tongue to pry open her rosy and plump lips. He pressed his tall back lower towards the girl and licked and kissed her more deeply.
"Your Highness, please take Qi Yu."
The man's clear and pleasant voice was tainted with eroticism, becoming numb and alluring.
His cold fingertips teasingly stroked the back of the girl's neck. Her narrow peach blossom eyes were half-lidded, with an intoxicating red ripple at the corners of her eyes.
Like the red plum trees in the courtyard given by the emperor.
The snow flakes rolled down the leaf veins, melted, and became even more beautiful and tempting.
After a while, Qi Yu leaned on her shoulder and panted softly. He opened the collar of Ban Shu's clothes with his big hands and laughed, "Your Highness, are you afraid?"
Pan Shu turned her head and reached out to push him, but failed. "What am I afraid of?"
"Afraid of Qi Yu..." He paused, raised his sharp and clear jaw, and pressed his thin lips against the girl's earlobe, which was red as blood, "...I'll kill you."
The girl under him almost curled herself up into a ball.
He chuckled softly.
"Little Prince, is there no one to teach you?" Qi Yu said softly, "How about I teach you?"
"Qi Yu, you, you get up first." The girl's voice was very soft, not much better than a mosquito. Qi Yu saw through her cowardly nature, and the smile on his lips deepened a little.
He likes people who are easy to control.
Qi Yu was arrogant and had been treated with great respect for the past twenty years.
Now that the Qi family has fallen, he has gone from being a noble son of an aristocratic family to a prisoner trampled upon by everyone. How can he accept this? How can he not hate it?
Everyone was waiting to see Qi Yu laugh—
Qi Yu insisted on climbing up to a position where they could only look up to him once again.
Panshu loves him.
And love is the most invincible weapon in the world.
As his thoughts returned, Qi Yu lowered his eyes with a gentle expression, making it hard to tell how much of his feelings were true and how much were false.
"I'm sorry, I was reckless."
He stood up, his loose clothes half covering his cold, white, and firm muscles. His black hair fell to his shoulders like a waterfall, scratching the girl's sensitive, slender neck like feathers.
The girl blushed shyly, "You, you go first."
Qi Yu looked at her deeply.
After a few seconds, Pan Shu looked at the tightly closed door and curled her lips slightly.
——Love is the most unreliable thing in this world.
Does Qi Yu want to use her to seize power?
How could the famous Master Qi be willing to live out the rest of his life in a mansion?
but.
Sometimes being too ambitious is not a good thing.
After nightfall, the snow gradually grew heavier and soon covered the ground with white frost.
Because of the incident of taking Ban Shu to visit Chu Guanlou, Zhong Yingying was locked up in the mansion with snot and tears, screaming and howling, "Zhong Yan! If you have the guts, use your rolling pin to hit Ban Shu. You just lecture me all day long!"
Before she could finish her howling, Zhong Yingying's voice suddenly stopped and became stuck.
The boy curved his lips in a sly smile.
The moonlight shone on his thin back. The boy was tall and slender, like a willow.
"Jiang Ziqian?!" Zhong Yingying widened her eyes.
The boy chewed a piece of wild grass in his mouth, his crimson lips curled into a nonchalant smile, "It's me, Sister Zhong."
In the moonlight, the young man's elegant eyebrows and eyes were like dazzling brilliance, and his delicate facial features were even more eye-catching than the moon. He leaned lazily under the tree, fiddling with the silver bracelet on his wrist that was glowing with a cold light.
The bell made a crisp sound.
Zhong Yingying felt a tingling sensation on her scalp for no reason.
Finally, the bells gradually became quieter, and the boy raised his eyebrows, "I need your help with something."
"W-what?"
Jiang Zhan let out a joyful laugh from his throat, and his cold brows softened. He pressed his pale fingertips on the pulse point of his other wrist and licked his lips, "I've fallen in love with someone."
“?” Zhong Yingying was confused.
Jiang Zhan is the posthumous son of Zhong Yan's sister, aunt Zhong Yingying. Her aunt passed away not long after Jiang Zhan was born.
Zhong Yan brought Jiang Zhan back to the Jiang family and raised him.
Perhaps Jiang Zhan did not get enough nutrition when he was in the womb, and he was sick all the time after he was born. Zhong Yan invited a highly respected Taoist priest to see him, who said that the child might have been possessed by a ghost.
The Taoist priest only said that Jiang Zhan had a connection with Buddhism.
Zhong Yan also tried to save Jiang Zhan by sending him to Guanglu Temple outside the capital to recuperate.
Perhaps Buddhism really blessed him, for the medicine jar that relied on decoctions to prolong his life actually became full of vigor, and the deathly aura on his body disappeared without a trace.
"Jiang Ziqian, didn't you just come down from the temple?" Zhong Yingying looked at him suspiciously. "Which little nun did you hook up with?"
Ziqian is Jiang Zhan's courtesy name.
Jiang Zhan rubbed his palm with his fingertips until it turned red and a burning pain came over him. He stopped and said, "Just one glance."
"What?"
"I just glanced at her."
Zhong Yingying's eyes narrowed into slits, and she smacked her lips. "Who else could it be but a little nun? Jiang Ziqian, you started practicing Buddhism at the age of three, and now you're sixteen. The Buddha has been saving you for thirteen years, and yet you still have impure minds? Are you worthy of the shining golden Buddha?"
The young man licked his dry lips, his eyes sparkling with light, "You also know this person, Your Highness."
“…Who?!” Zhong Yingying almost couldn’t breathe.
It was the first time that the young man left the temple full of precepts and melodious bells. The Buddha stood majestically on the high platform, staring quietly at the young man's figure which became more and more tall as he grew older.
The lingering world of red dust——
He has his own disaster.
It should be said that he is a little monk.
The little monk with six impure senses made a fool of himself in front of the Buddha.
The young man, wearing a veil hat, stood outside the crowd, watching the gauze on the carriage being lifted by a beautiful white hand. The winter wind actually made him feel a little irritated, and a corner of the veil hat was blown open.
Jiang Zhan looked at the girl's depressed face with her chin in her hand without any obstruction.
Gorgeous and exquisite.
He could vaguely smell her light, moist fragrance.
The heart that had been silent due to Buddhist practice began to beat again, like the continuous beating of a drum, or like the wild grass in the wilderness that could not be burned by wildfire.
The boy stared at her in amazement.
Looking at his robbery.
But she couldn't see him.
The young man chased the carriage for a long time, and his veil was blown off by the wind, revealing his young face as elegant as the bright moon.
The carriage stopped in front of the Seventh Princess's residence.
He stood blankly beside the animal head at the door for a long time, until the thin snow fell on his thick eyelashes and melted into water, quietly passing across his beautiful face and seeping into his clothes.
Jiang Zhan imagined that they were the lips of a young girl.
His fingertips trembled with excitement.
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