Shigemen was stunned for a moment.
Looking at the copper furnace in front of Yan Jiuming, incense was burning inside, and a faint fragrance floated out from the mouth of the furnace and scattered in the air, which had a magical effect, which seemed to ease the humid weather.
It feels dry and warm.
After she entered the palace, she didn't like the humid and sticky weather in the palace, so she specially prepared it.
I didn't expect Yan Jiuming to suddenly appear here.
This is her carelessness.
This jade incense, in the sky and on the earth, there is only one Qin Xuanji who is the best at blending, even if other palace people learn it, they can't mix such a just right incense.
In the past, when she was in Linglong Palace, every time it was humid in spring, she had to burn this jade incense.
It is estimated that Yan Jiuming is very familiar with this incense.
After all, in the past, in order to play a loving killing scene, he went to her palace the most often.
She quickly found a proper reason for herself: "I'm afraid Childe is wrong, this is not Yujue incense, it's just a spice that I mixed at random when I was at home, and it doesn't have a name yet!"
” Yan Jiuming didn't speak, just looked at the incense burner quietly.
In the copper furnace in the shape of a beast, there is a faint light smoke wafting out from it, caged on the side of the man, white smoke, black robe, there is a moving scene.
Chongmen Huan was a little apprehensive in his heart.
Wise as Yan Jiuming, did he see something?
Fortunately, he seemed to believe her words, and did not continue to pursue it, and his tone was cold and indifferent: "The daughter of the Chongmen family, she really has two talents." ” In these words, no matter how Chongmen Huan listened, he felt that there was a sense of gloom.
Yan Jiuming has a deep dissatisfaction with the Chongmen family.
She didn't hear what she was doing, and said with a light smile: "It should be said that I am the eldest sister who has both talents, she is the real beauty of both talents and talents, and I am the most useless person." ” "Useless people?"
Yan Jiuming's tail note was slightly raised, and it sounded a bit cold and playful.
Then he said, "I think you are the most useful person. ” Chongmenhuan can't pretend to be stupid anymore, he's revealing his identity.
She knelt down in great trepidation, and when Yan Jiuming turned around, she lowered her head, so that he couldn't see her face, and saluted humbly: "The courtiers don't know that the emperor has arrived, how abrupt, and ask the emperor for forgiveness." ” The man stood upright, and she could only see his dragon boots out of the corner of her eye, dark and dull, embroidered with delicate dark lines on the hem of his drooping clothes.
She recognized that this dark pattern was Nalan Xin's best embroidery.
A feeling of nausea suddenly surged in her heart, the robes on this man's previous body were all selected by her own hands, and she carefully made embroidery patterns again, which is unique in the world.
Now, are all the robes on his body from Nalan Xin's hands?
Yan Jiuming's affection is like clothes, if you say you can throw it away, you can throw it away.
It's really extremely ironic and disgusting.
"You're not guilty of being abrupt."
The man gently asked her to get up, and sat down on the beauty couch in the warm pavilion, Tsing Yi carefully added hot tea to him, and withdrew.
In the warm pavilion, only she and Yan Jiuming were left.
Yan Jiuming's voice sounded extremely empty: "Do you know what I came here today?
” She shook her head.
The man tilted his head slightly, slowly hanging the white porcelain teacup in his hand, but his slow words brought a thousand waves: "I, I want you to become the mistress of Nanqin." ”