Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 216 I miss Qingqing too.

Chapter 216 I miss Qingqing too.

Dugu Xuejiao felt that the person opposite seemed to be looking for something to say. Originally, he was the regent, and she was just the eldest lady of the general's mansion.

This status may be counted in Qiyang City, but not in Liangjing.

Although the regent is now in a state of widowhood, and if he marries into the palace, he will be a successor at most, but the daughters of the aristocratic families in Liangjing still want to marry like crucian carp crossing the river.

Not to mention his power and status, just that face can make people willing to give up everything.

Thinking of this, Dugu Xuejiao glanced at him again out of the corner of her eye.

After so many years, not only did people not grow old, but they became more charming.

The little youthful innocence that was left behind faded away, and he was already a mature and restrained man.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were illuminated by the candlelight, with the tails of the eyes raised upwards, indescribably romantic and charming.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly noticed the scrutiny from the other side, quickly turned his head away, and coughed lightly.

"I came here this time to buy some human skin masks. I heard that Tingfeng Building sells everything."

The longer Dugu Xuejiao stayed in this room, the more restless she felt.

She just wanted to finish the transaction quickly, and then leave quickly. The longer she stayed, the greater the possibility of being exposed.

Be sure to stay away from this dangerous and shrewd man.

Jun Qingchen was still lying on his side, his jade-like eyes were full of blackness.

Contrary to Dugu Xuejiao's anxiety, he looked very indifferent and lazy, and even smiled.

"Sell everything? That's interesting. Human skin masks are not a problem, but at this price..."

Having said that, he deliberately paused.

Dugu Xuejiao quickly answered, "Money is not a problem, you can open it as you like."

The meaning of these words is very simple, my sister has plenty of money.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Jun Qingchen's mouth, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, really? What if I said, I'm not short of money?"

Who doesn't know that you are not short of money, but is it a matter of money now?

Why is it so difficult to buy a personal leather mask and pay for it with one hand and deliver it with the other?

Dugu Xuejiao stared vigilantly at the back of the screen, "What exactly do you want?"

Jun Qingchen saw that she was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, with all her fur standing up, which was very interesting.

Dazedly thought that back a few years ago, there used to be a little wild cat that guarded him so vigilantly.

"I don't want to do anything, I just heard that the embroidery skills of the eldest lady of Qiyang City General's Mansion are unmatched, so I want to make a deal with you.

You can embroider something for me, and I will give you the human skin mask you want, as many sheets as you want, male or female, old or young, you can choose. "

Dugu Xuejiao's heart was moved. One must know that Tingfenglou's human leather masks are priceless, and she is likely to go to the battlefield with the General's Mansion in a while.

Although the Warigang people in the northwest are barbarians, there is still a mysterious and unpredictable witch family behind them. At that time, they will definitely meet all kinds of strange people with unique skills.

For them, Yi Rong is easy, but for themselves, it is a bit difficult.

If you want not to be at a disadvantage, you must make complete preparations in advance, and a human skin mask is a must-have for killing people.

In fact, she came to Tingfeng Lou this time because she had selfish intentions. She didn't just buy a mask for the madam, but wanted to prepare a few more for later use.

She thought that as long as she could afford it, it would not be a problem to buy as many sheets as she opened an embroidery workshop to earn money just for this time.

In the end, she met the difficult Jun Qingchen!

Dugu Xuejiao was a little worried, but she had no choice but to seek skin from the tiger. Fortunately, she only embroidered something, so it wasn't too difficult.

It's just that I can't figure out what the hell this person is planning, and when I look at him, I am more vigilant.

"I don't know what the landlord wants me to embroider?"

Jun Qingchen saw that the fish had taken the bait, pursed his thin lips lightly, and slowly sat up straight, pointing at the screen between the two of them with his white fingers.

"Embroider two poems on this screen."

Dugu Xuejiao was taken aback, so simple?
She took two steps forward and looked closely at the screen. She only needed to take off the embroidered cloth in the middle and embroider two lines of poems, it would not be difficult.

"Okay, I hope the landlord will keep his word."

Jun Qingchen stood up from the beauty bed, her crimson clothes dragging on the floor.

He walked around the screen and looked at Dugu Xuejiao, the crimson tear mole at the corner of his eyes seemed to be on fire, enchanting and charming.

"a man of his words."

Dugu Xuejiao originally wanted to reply, you are not a gentleman, did you rarely make mistakes in the past?

But when she looked up to those eyes, the words were swallowed when she reached her mouth, and she stood there stiffly.

His clothes are soft and thin, with a slightly loose collar, and his voluptuous collarbone can be vaguely seen.

Those phoenix pupils were catching her sight, like spring water glistening, gathering all kinds of ecstasy and beauty.

Dugu Xuejiao was in a daze, still thinking in her heart that she was simply seduced by sex when she married him.

Her face became more and more red, and she quickly turned her head away from looking at him, but her voice became a little hoarse.

"What poem does the landlord want me to embroider?"

Jun Qingchen saw all her expressions in his eyes, a stream of light flashed in his eyes, and with a little smile, he stretched out his hands to gather the skirt of his clothes.

"When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless lovesickness."

When Dugu Xuejiao heard this poem, her mind was in a trance, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him restlessly.

"What did you say?"

Jun Qingchen caught the uneasiness and sadness in her eyes, and her heart tightened.

These eyes are really...

This time, he turned his head first, avoiding Dugu Xuejiao's sight, and even panicked a little.

"On the upper right corner of the screen, embroider a poem. When there is a limit to the end of the world, there is only endless love."

The sound has a long aftertaste, as if recalling taste.

Dugu Xuejiao looked at his back, as if roots had taken root under his feet, several images appeared in his mind unconsciously.

She sits at the table, draws with a brush, and a picture of a lady comes alive on the paper.

Her back suddenly approached her hot chest, her hand was grabbed, and there was a soft and gentle voice in her ear.

"Well, it's improved compared to before, but from the whole picture, it seems that there are still some fly in the ointment."

She only felt a little itchy in her ears, and a numbness spread all over her body. She lightly rubbed her head against the shoulder of the person behind her, with a slight smile on her red lips.

"Where is the fly in the ointment? I also ask the prince to advise."

The man dipped her hand in ink, and sprayed warm breath on her neck.

"Does Qingqing have any favorite poems?"

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then blurted out.

"When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless lovesickness."

As soon as these words came out, her face flushed instantly, and a shallow laughter came from above her head, like a feather brushing against the tip of her heart, itching.

"Ah, it turns out that Qingqing likes this poem. Did she miss me? This time I went to the Southwest to suppress the rebellion. I really stayed for a long time. I won't do it next time."

Her mind was broken, and her ears were red with embarrassment.

The man leaned on her shoulder, kissed her side face, then led her to pick up a pen, and wrote this poem in the blank space in the upper right corner of the painting.

"I miss Qingqing too."

(End of this chapter)