After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

Wen Zhujun watched Jiang Bailu leave, and leaned against the doorframe at the door and asked Yuan Qi, "Can she have anything good to do with you?"

Yuan Qi walked all the way today and was very tired. He lay down on the Luohan bed and said lazily: "You just want to use me to hook Xiao Jiuye out. There is no evil intention. Do you want to go?"

Wen Zhuyun shrugged: "I'm made of paper, so it's not a good idea to play in the water, right?"

"That's true, you'd better stay out of the water."

After dinner, Yuan Qi was about to draw some more peace charms, when someone came to her and asked her to watch Wusun Yayue dance.

Yuan Qi used to think that Jiang Junjing was not a lecherous person. Although he was over 20 years old, he did not have any maids who lived with him, and he did not engage in philandering outside...

No, no, no, Jiang Junjing is a businessman and often comes into contact with people from all walks of life. How could he not be sexually attracted to women? She just doesn't know.

Yuan Qi overturned her idea, but she didn't care what kind of person Jiang Junjing was, lustful or not, as long as Jiang Junjing didn't do evil and there were no evil spirits around him.

She took Wen Zhuyun, Green Bamboo and Sequoia to Jiang Junjing's yard.

Jiang Junjing was dressed in white and had a fairy-like temperament. There was no smell of copper at all.

The fine wine from the Western Regions, crystal clear grapes and other fruits were prepared on the table.

Wusun Yayue also changed into a red gauze dress, revealing a small white waist. There were many small bells hanging from the hem of the narrow top. Every movement of her body made a clear and sweet sound.

But there were two ghost figures in the corner of the room, a man and a woman. They looked like they were from the Western Regions. One was a middle-aged woman, and the other was a young man about twenty years old. He was strong and powerful, and his eyes were looking at Wu. Sun Yayue.

The middle-aged woman and the young man had been hiding in the corner, far away from Jiang Junjing. The two of them stared at Jiang Junjing warily, even fiercely. The young male ghost was still covered with waves of black mist, which was obviously... Angry.

The male ghost said: "This man bullied Yayue all night last night, I want to kill him!"

The middle-aged woman pulled him: "Look again, this person treats Yayue pretty well."

The male ghost disagreed very much: "What's so good? Have you ever seen a man treat a woman well and just torment her for a whole night? The girl I hold in my hand is afraid of hurting her even if I touch her, but he tortured her for a whole night. At night, I can’t stand it anymore!”

Yuan Qi heard the conversation between the two clearly. This male ghost seemed to be Wusun Yayue's lover. This lover probably saw Jiang Junjing and Wusun Yayue making out with his own eyes, and they kept fussing over it for a long time, and his face turned green.

With a smile on her face, Wusun Yayue told Jiang Junjing what music the musicians would play. She looked very happy with a smile on her face.

But the male ghost didn't think Wusun Yayue was very happy: "She must have forced a smile to please that hateful man in order to survive. I wish I could kill him, but it's a pity that I'm dead and can't do anything."

Yuan Qi thought this drama was quite interesting, and she was also surprised to find that Wusun Yayue's face had changed. The face of early death disappeared and became the face of longevity.

The woman and the young man found out that Yuan Qi and Wen Zhuyun had been looking at them, and they were a little scared.

Yuan Qi took advantage of Jiang Junjing and Wusun Yayue to prepare, so he hooked up and asked them to come over.

Both of them saw the golden light of merit on Yuan Qi's body, and knowing that she was a heavenly master, they were worried that Yuan Qi would take them away directly, and even beat them to death.

She walked over, stood by the wall, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you, and what are you going to do with her?"

The middle-aged woman said: "My name is Wulanbu, and I am Wusun Yayue's mother. He is Yayue's sweetheart named Batuo. We have no ill intentions, we are just worried about Yayue."

Jiang Junjing brought a musician in, asked him to sit on a round stool, and whispered something to him, and then walked to Yuan Qi: "What are you doing standing here? Come and taste whether this wine tastes good or not." ." Then Jiang Junyu came, followed by Jiang Jiulu.

Everyone sat down one after another, and the atmosphere of laughter and laughter was great.

Wusun Yayue began to dance, twisting her waist and neck, with a bright smile on her face. The bell on her waist rang loudly, like a girl's hearty laughter.

Jiang Junjing's eyes were obsessed with her, and he looked at her graceful figure with a satisfied look on his face.

Even Jiang Junyu nodded in admiration and asked Jiang Junjing in a low voice: "Where did you get such a beauty?"

The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it, lest their sisters would hear it and feel bad.

The two men looked at his sweetheart like this. The male ghost Ba Tuo became more and more unhappy, and his whole body was filled with evil aura, as if he was about to attack at any time.

Yuan Qi also admired Wusun Yayue very much, enjoying it while eating grapes.

Jiang Jiulu, who was next to him, simply stood up and stretched his waist, arms and legs to imitate Wusun Yayue's dancing posture.

After learning it for a few times, Jiang Jiulu felt that her movements were stiff and far less flexible than Wusun Yayue's.

She complained and asked Yuan Qi: "I usually dance, why is my body so stiff?"

Yuan Qi said: "You still don't dance enough, and the muscles and bones of your body are not stretched. If you want to learn, just find her."

Jiang Junjing turned around and laughed at Jiang Jiulu: "You, even if you dance for another ten years, you can't compare to Yayue. She has been dancing every day since she was a child. How about you? You only dance once every ten and a half months. How can you compare with others?" ?”

Jiang Jiulu looked hurt and depressed.

Yuan Qi smoothed things over: "You don't need to serve others with sex, just enjoy them."

Wen Zhuyun and Jiang Jiulu had the same idea: "What you are saying is wrong. Does a woman have to please others when she learns to dance? Can't she appreciate it herself?"

Jiang Junjing strongly agreed with Wen Zhuyun's statement: "You are right, my sister doesn't have to please anyone, she just likes to dance!"

The male ghost Ba Tuo was angry and reprimanded several people: "You bastards, your sister doesn't have to please anyone to learn to dance, but my Yayue has to please you. You are too bullying!"

Yuan Qi lightly reminded Ba Tuo: "It's almost done, I'm still here."

The middle-aged female ghost was afraid of Yuan Qi, so she reminded Ba Tuo: "Stop talking nonsense. If you offend the Heavenly Master, we won't be able to accompany Yayue in the future."

Ba Tuo squatted on the ground crying in pain.

Jiang Junjing thought that Yuan Qi thought what they said was too vulgar, so he coughed lightly: "Okay, stop talking and watch Yayue dance."

Jiang Junyu whispered to her brother in a low voice: "When we have a chance, let's watch it alone. I feel uncomfortable with my sisters here."

Jiang Junjing could tell that Jiang Junyu also admired Wusun Yayue, so she smiled slightly and said generously: "If you like her, I will let her go and serve you for a few days."