Wan Qiyan rubbed her head with satisfaction: "Take a shower and go to bed.
You have to get up early tomorrow.
You will be very tired these days."
Shen Yinqiu bent over and took off his shoes and socks, and put his feet that had not moved much into the hot water basin.
He carefully shrank them when he touched them.
Although it's very cold outside, it's still too hot to touch your feet when you touch hot water.
Wan Qiyan's eyes fell on her snow-white feet.
As the old saying goes, the new dew embroidery is tangled, and the feet are like spring beauty; Wu Zushuang is white as snow, and the bare feet are covered with white gauze; a crescent moon makes the waves light.
This is extremely fitting for her.
Shen Yinqiu inadvertently raised her head and saw Wan Qiyan looking at her feet intently.
She subconsciously shrank her round toes.
A woman's feet should not be shown to her husband at will, but she and Wan Qiyan were already married.
Then Forget it.
She breathed out softly, then lowered her head and smiled evilly, deliberately stepping on the red wooden basin.
This was in sharp contrast with the whiteness of her toes.
Wan Qiyan turned her face away unconsciously, and was almost beaten by a pair of feet.
I got it, I must not let her go barefoot outside in the future.
Shen Yinqiu didn't know what he was thinking, so he deliberately shook his feet and said, "Your Majesty, you keep looking at my feet, what do you want to do?"
Wan Qiyan didn't look at her and thought to herself, where did she learn these words?
"Oh, I'm shy."
Shen Yinqiu asked, and laughed.
Don't feel too happy to see the prince defeated, feeling that he has regained the game.
Wan Qiyan calmed down, turned his head with a calm expression, looked at Shen Yinqiu and said, "Maybe I have never seen such beautiful feet."
Shen Yinqiu: ""Haha, you are so cruel.
The joy that just surged into her heart was extinguished by a basin of cold water.
Why did she say that it was impossible for him?
Wan Qiyan looked at him with a gentle face and said: "Madam, do you need to praise you for your husband, you Bai Ruo?"
"Stop it, I won't listen.
You should finish your bath and rest soon."
Shen Yinqiu interrupted him coldly, gritted his teeth and put both feet into the basin.
He immediately grinned and clenched his fists.
Wan Qiyan put away his joking thoughts, hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down, put his hand into the basin to check the temperature and said: "It's hot."
Shen Yinqiu wanted to use her feet to make his face wet, but it didn't seem to be a good idea, so she gave up.
She had now adapted to the temperature of the water, although it was still numb.
Seeing that Wan Qiyan was still squatting, she couldn't help but lean forward a little, and said cheerfully: "Your Majesty, look up at me."
Wan Qiyan raised his head without warning, only to feel a fragrance approaching, and a piece of soft and warm touch on his lips.
Shen Yinqiu opened her eyes to see his reaction, her pupils were watery, reflecting Wan Qiyan's surprised look, which was unexpectedly innocent.
No man could control this situation.
Wan Qiyan lowered his gaze.
When he looked at her again, Shen Yinqiu felt like the world was spinning.
She was lying on the quilt, and Wan Qiyan was staring at her above her.
"You provoked me first."
He said as he tilted his head and captured her lips.
Shen Yinqiu was also a little frightened.
She gritted her teeth and her eyes moved left and right.
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I have no choice but to feel a little flustered and unable to control myself.
Wan Qiyan stretched out his hand and gently touched her waist.
Shen Yinqiu grinned and said it was ticklish.
He took advantage of the situation and swept into Shen Yinqiu's soft mouth.
She dodged and chased.
Shen Yinqiu and Wan Qiyan secretly competed with each other.
Their breaths blended together.
After that, Shen Yinqiu hurriedly hit Wan Qiyan on the shoulder.
Seeing that her face was red, Wan Qiyan let her go.
Shen Yinqiu breathed heavily: "I almost choked myself to death, Ah Zhi."
She sneezed in confusion and moved her feet.
It was so cold.
Although Wan Qiyan was above her, he had been controlling his strength so as not to put his weight on Shen Yinqiu.
When he saw that she was sneezing, he quickly stood up, picked up the dry cloth nearby and wiped her feet, and then took the quilt.
Wrap her up.
He reached out and touched her forehead, secretly thinking she was careless.
"Do you feel cold?
If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
Shen Yinqiu's cheeks were still flushed, and her eyes were full of water.
She stared at Wan Qiyan for a long time, smacked her lips and said, "The smell of roast chicken."
Wan Qiyan; "" "I want to drink water, but you wrapped me into a rice dumpling.
It's very uncomfortable."
Shen Yinqiu moved and found that his hands and feet were restricted, which felt very bad.
Wan Qiyan pulled the quilt to make it looser, "I'll pour it for you while you lie down."
Shen Yinqiu nodded obediently, and after he turned around, Yigulu climbed up from the bed and sat up.
Wan Qiyan poured the water and turned around to see her grabbing his hair.
He was helpless and said, "I'll catch a cold again later.
There's no floor heating here."
Shen Yinqiu stretched out his hands to take the tea cup he poured and drank it.
"Thank you, wash it quickly and put it up.
This quilt smells good."
Wan Qiyan touched her head, cleaned herself up, got on the bed, and blew out the candlestick.
Shen Yinqiu rolled into his arms, put her hands around his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "This way you don't have to smell the musty smell.
I'm going to sleep, so don't leave."
Wan Qiyan covered her with the quilt tightly, hugged her and said, "I won't leave, so go to sleep quickly."
Shen Yinqiu hummed twice, and after two quarters of an hour, Wan Qiyan sighed: "Why don't you go to bed?
You slept too much during the day?"
Shen Yinqiu whispered: "No, it's too quiet here.
Can you talk?"
Wan Qiyan also fell silent, "You want me to talk to myself alone?"
"That's pretty much it."
Wan Qiyan looked down at her bright eyes, with hope and prayer in his eyes.
He thought about it and compromised, telling a story from historical records.
Shen Yinqiu slowly fell asleep amid his clear voice.
After her breathing stabilized, Wan Qiyan stopped, rubbed her head and said, "She slept a lot."
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The tranquility in their house did not spread to the other rooms.
The duty of the secret guard was to keep vigil at night, with the gold guard and the wooden wheel guarding around the master.
Qingzhu Qingye was in charge of outside the inn.
Wan Bai and Mo Shaogong slept on a bed and a bench, but they hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Qingye was responsible for keeping watch for half the night.
She was sitting on the roof of the inn with a bottle of sake.
The night wind blew her thin clothes and her black hair rolled fiercely with the direction of the wind.
She was dressed in black and blended in with the night.
She was drinking alone, feeling indescribable loneliness.
As the night progressed, light snow drifted from the sky, falling on her hair and shoulders, and soon a layer accumulated.
She didn't pay attention.
The hot breath she exhaled was swept away by the cold wind in less than a second.
The temperature was so low that her eyelashes were about to frost.
She sat with her knees bent, an empty wine bottle in her hand resting naturally on her knees.
She had no other expression on her face as she stared straight ahead without moving.
The wind and snow increased, but she didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.
She just remembered inexplicably the night when she was put on a cloak for the first time.
It wasn't cold at first.
After the imperial concubine tied the cloak on her with her toes, she suddenly felt cold, probably.
Because there is warmth as a foil.
Qingye stared ahead, as if looking at someone else.
After a while, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he finally came.
She flew through the snow as quickly as a leopard, splitting the wine bottle with her palm in mid-air, and then used her inner strength to hit the pieces everywhere.
There were muffled sounds in several places, maybe they had been tricked, and soon more than a dozen people were forced out of the darkness, and they surrounded Qingye.
Qingye slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, and his cold eyes penetrated into the hearts of every man in black.
Suddenly one person was shocked: "You are the blood-tracing sword?"
Before he could finish his words, Qingye launched an attack, leaving an afterimage of his sword.
A quarter of an hour later, only one person was left standing on the spot, the others looked stunned and lifeless, and the gurgling blood stained the snow.
Qingye held the sword in his left hand, the tip of the sword dripping with blood, and looked at the man in black whose legs were weak, "Who sent you here."
"I, I, I am, it's the Quanyang Sect, they said."
He only mentioned a sect, and was stabbed in the heart by an arrow from the back.
Finally, he looked at Qingye with wide eyes, and slowly fell down with disbelief. .
Qingye frowned and dodged the crossbow arrows fired one after another.
It seemed that someone was watching them from the dark.
The master was right.
It was not that easy to get rid of them.
He would kill them one by one first and then pass them on to others.
The person hiding in the dark will not show up, but the range of this kind of crossbow is limited.
After Qingye dodged several times to find out the approximate location of the opponent, he rushed towards the direction of the crossbow, and more dense crossbows were immediately fired at her.
Come, she is like a wild goose and can easily avoid it.
One sword at a time, leaving no one alive.
When she walked out of the woods and returned to the open space of the inn, she breathed out a heavy breath.
Qingzhu flew out of the window and saw the blood on the tip of her sword.
He was slightly jealous of Qingye's ability to kill people without getting involved.
Qingye is the ace among them, codenamed Wuwen, and is very famous in the assassination world, but no one remembers her appearance.
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The only rumors in the outside world are her blood-tracing sword that has drank countless blood.
This sword cuts iron like clay, and the silver light is dazzling.
Seeing the sword is like seeing its true form.
Qingzhu took a deep breath, wondering how Qingye managed to stay so calm forever.
She rarely asked: "How many people are there so quickly?"
Qingye passed her with his sword: "Eighteen in one wave, nine in the second wave, one will escape."
Qingzhu just wanted to be sarcastic, she backed down and let the enemy escape, but then she thought about it, it was probably too late to kill them, and she was too lazy to chase them after they ran away.
Swallowing the stale breath, she nodded and said, "It's my turn to guard.
You can go back and rest."
Aoba hummed, but the direction he walked towards was the stables.
Qingzhu looked back at her retreating back, thinking that she was so cold that she didn't even tremble.
How much higher was her internal strength than hers?
Although her internal strength could keep out the cold, she was not afraid of the cold either, but she didn't dare to wear the same clothes.
Same as autumn.
Qingye silently walked to the stable, and as soon as she got close, she noticed something was wrong.
In an instant, she raised her hand indifferently, and threw the blood-tracing sword in her hand to knock away the dagger that was attacking the horse.
With a clang, the blood-tracing sword finally inserted into the wooden board, making a buzzing sound like a buzzer.
The horses began to panic and their limbs kept moving.
Qingzhu's body flashed, and in the blink of an eye he was fighting at close range with the man who attacked the horse.
Both of them were using daggers.
They fought on the roof with a tacit understanding not to destroy the rubble and not to surprise the people in the house.
The two of them were light and graceful.
The image is dancing
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