wicked immortal

Qiu Ju didn't seem to be good at talking, while Zhao Yuan just asked and answered each sentence, and the atmosphere was a bit depressed.

"Aunt Jiu."

"Miss." The young woman who was waiting on the side bowed slightly.

"Go back and rest." Qiu Ju said calmly.

"Miss..." The young woman was taken aback.

"Go."

"Yes, ma'am."

The young woman frowned and glanced at Zhao Yuan, then exited the room and closed the door by the way.

After the girl left, there was no sound of cups clinking in the room, and it became more and more quiet, making people feel suffocated.

"Miss Qiu Ju, it's getting late, you should go back to bed earlier, I, Zhao, although I am a prodigal disciple, I am not used to sleeping with strange women." Zhao Yuan broke the silence with a wry smile.

"Ah... who wants to sleep with you?" The girl looked at Zhao Yuan in surprise.

"Didn't you come to sleep with me?"

"Pfft..." The girl covered her mouth and smiled.

With this smile, the whole room seemed to have suddenly arrived in spring, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

"Young lady came to visit late at night, I don't know what's the matter?" Seeing that charming smile, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but feel agitated, and forced himself to restrain himself.

"It's okay, I'm just here to see the famous talented man in Jucheng, the northern capital, and I want to talk with him at night by candlelight." Qiu Ju smiled.

"Girl, have you ever eaten eggs?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"Ah... have eaten." Qiu Ju was taken aback by Zhao Yuan's sudden question.

"Is it tasty?"

"well enough."

"So are you interested in chickens that lay eggs?"

"Cough cough..."

The girl coughed for a while, and then giggled, laughing so hard that the flower branches trembled.

"Young lady will be disappointed when she sees me as a chicken laying eggs." Zhao Yuan sighed.

"Fortunately, I'm not very disappointed. It's about the same as I imagined."

"Zhao is very curious, what does the girl imagine Zhao look like?" Zhao Yuan laughed.

"Suave and suave, a good-looking talent, talented, and eloquent..." The girl smiled lightly.

"now what?"

"It's okay, it's so-so, but it's very interesting."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhao Yuan was a little depressed.

"Mr. Zhao's handwriting is very good." The girl got up, walked to the desk with a light and graceful body, and looked at the words on it.

"thanks."

The girl flipped through Zhao Yuan's works, and the two of them chatted one after another.

Zhao Yuan had a wonderful feeling. He found that this girl was graceful and elegant, and she had an extremely rare atmosphere. In that atmosphere, there was also an undetectable indifference. outside indifference.

This Wanhualou is indeed a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. A prostitute in a brothel is actually graceful and luxurious, with everyone's demeanor.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of Baihualou.

What is the scene of the world-famous Baihualou?

Back then, Zhao Yuan also went to Baihualou, but at that time Zhao Yuan was still young, untrained, and did not know how to appreciate it. In his impression, Baihualou was a bit vague, as if it had no special features other than antique .

Thinking about it now, the women in Baihualou are the key.

The Wanhualou in Jucheng, the northern capital, has such an atmosphere, and there is a woman with such an extraordinary temperament as Qiuju. Presumably, the Baihualou is even better.

Inexplicably, Zhao Yuan was full of longing for the trip to the imperial capital.

"My lord is thoughtful?" The girl looked up and saw Zhao Yuan's thoughtful face.

"Hehe, when a beautiful woman is present, she will always be a little bit out of her wits."

"Really? I don't think Young Master has even looked at Qiu Ju." Qiu Ju smiled slightly.

"When you smile, you look like someone I know, but I can't remember who it is." Looking at that smile, Zhao Yuan always had a feeling of deja vu.

"You should have told many women about this, right?" Qiu Ju smiled.

"Cough cough..."

"It's getting late, I'm going back to bed, otherwise, Aunt Jiu will come and urge me later." Seeing Zhao Yuan's embarrassed face, Qiu Ju smiled lightly.

"You won't accompany me?"

Qiu Ju didn't answer Zhao Yuan's words, but she couldn't help giggling again. The laughter was extremely pleasant, like the sound of the sounds of nature, and Zhao Yuan was immediately enthralled, with a dull expression on his face.

Seeing those playful eyes, Zhao Yuan, whose skin was thicker than a city wall, felt hot for a while.

"Qiu Ju admires young master's talent very much. When we meet in the future, I don't know when and what month. I don't know if young master can present Qiu Ju with a poem?" Qiu Ju sat down slowly, looking at Zhao Yuan with clear eyes.

Zhao Yuan looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.

He suddenly discovered that this young girl, in every word and deed, actually controlled the rhythm of the two of them communicating, as if he was being led by the nose by her, Zhao Yuan hated this feeling.

"Is there a problem?" The girl frowned after being stared at by Zhao Yuan.

"If you are willing to stay and accompany me to Wushan **, I will write." Zhao Yuan laughed.

"Women in the Wanhua Building say you are not feminine, why did you change your mind?" The girl blushed, but she still did not lose her bearing and said calmly.

"Miss Qiu Ju is wrong. Although Mr. Zhao is not a villain, he is not a gentleman who can sit still. If there is a girl who makes Mr. Zhao's heart fall in love, Mr. Zhao will change his mind at any time. For example, now Mr. Zhao People are impressed by Ms. Qiuju, and they are willing to bow down under Ms. Qiuju's pomegranate skirt." Zhao Yuan talked eloquently.

"You seem to be a different person suddenly." The girl looked at Zhao Yuan's face full of masculine charm. At first, this face was extremely reserved, but now it gave off a masculine air.

"Miss Qiuju, do you agree?" Zhao Yuan walked up to the girl, his eyes filled with endless aggression.

"That also depends on whether what you wrote makes me worth staying with you." Feeling the approach of a strong manly breath, Qiu Ju was a little lost.

"Qiuju...Qiuju... There is a kind of flower, in the spring garden, when the flowers are in full bloom, you can't find it; when the autumn wind blows up the fallen leaves, they fall on the ground like little yellow butterflies. When it opens its beautiful petals, it is a chrysanthemum. Some people like peonies, some people like roses, some people like lotus flowers, and some people like narcissus, but I like the simple chrysanthemum. Although it does not have the grace and luxury of peony , without the grace and charm of the rose, nor the nobleness of the lotus "out of the mud but not stained", nor the reputation of the narcissus "Lingbo Fairy", but it has its own unique charm --- indomitable. In late autumn, when the flowers wither, only There are chrysanthemums blooming proudly... well, let's use your name as the title."

Qiu Ju stared blankly at Zhao Yuan with an obsessive look on her face. She knew Zhao Yuan's peerless talent, but she never thought that what Zhao Yuan said casually would be endlessly evocative.

Zhao Yuan strode to the desk, picked up the wolf hair, brushed away the pen, and a poem appeared vividly on the paper.

"Cold Chrysanthemum"

Flowers do not bloom like a bunch of flowers,

Independence is a lot of fun.

I'd rather die with a stick of incense,

Ever blown in the north wind.

"Nice poem!"

These two lines of poems about chrysanthemums are people's consensus on chrysanthemums.The chrysanthemum does not bloom at the same time as the hundred flowers, she is a master who does not follow the conventions or flatter.

"I'd rather die with the fragrance on the branch, than blow it down in the north wind" further writes that the chrysanthemum would rather die on the branch than be blown down by the north wind.

Qiu Ju stood dumbfounded in front of the desk.

Zhao Yuan looked at Qiu Ju with a smile.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan discovered that Qiu Ju's fair forehead actually showed a thin layer of beads of sweat.

She seems tense.

"Miss Qiuju, a moment is worth a thousand gold, please!" Zhao Yuan laughed.

"No!" Qiu Ju blurted out.

"We agreed."

"...I...you said in your poem that I am a chrysanthemum who is not afraid of the severe cold and sticks to noble morals..." Qiu Ju showed a complex expression on her face.

"To be able to go to Wushan with such a beautiful woman, to the northern capital of Jucheng, is a worthwhile trip!"

Zhao Yuan smiled, hugged Qiu Ju's slender waist, hugged Qiu Ju into his arms, kissed those seductive lips, his hands were wanton and frivolous, attacking the city and conquering the territory.At this time, Qiu Ju was already in a state of confusion, and she kept making blood-pumping groans from her mouth.