Chapter 25 Marriage Fraud

It has been said that after taking sleeping drugs, people will become dependent on them and it is difficult to fall asleep on their own. Qiu Yao listened to the sound of rain, and still did not see Zhou Gong under thousands of calls.

Bai Qi, Bai Qi, felt cold on his back when he thought that he had only one account with this person. In the 5,000-year war history of China, that man is the well-deserved first god of war. He is famous for his life with his ** combat technology, as well as his bloodthirsty and tyrannical style. He is invincible. After the capture, he slaughtered the city with dance steps. He killed the battle of Changping, which shocked the past and modern times, in one breath. 400,000 surrendered soldiers, known as human slaughter in the world...

Qiu Yao shook her head and decided to think about something that would make it easy to relax, but suddenly there was an endless sound of silk bamboo in her ear. She suddenly thought of the scene of Song Yu Fuqin she saw that day when she climbed the wall to ask Song Yu for help. Sitting in the heart of the piano, I was intoxicated. Unfortunately, I was unconscious after humming twice at that time. Now I think about it, I really lost a lot at that time...

The history books record that Song Yu wrote the popular "Ode to the High Tang Dynasty" and "Ode to the Goddess" when he accompanied the King of Chu to visit Yunmeng. When she closed her eyes, she could almost think of Song Yu standing on the stage of Yunmeng with her hands behind her back. Her white clothes are better than snow, the green silk is like ink, and her heavenly posture is beautiful, just like the past. Alone against the heavy mountains and mountains, leisurely and light up the Tang Dynasty.

Qiu Yao suddenly became fascinated, but not because of Song Yu's peerless beauty like a god. What attracted her most from Song Yu was his extraordinary loneliness and coldness. The Ministry of Industry Du once praised him as "romany, elegance and my teacher". Therefore, in Qiu Yao's mind in the past, this famous patriotic writer should be handsome and warm as warm jade. Unexpectedly, after seeing this, I found that Shuren is beautiful, but with the indifference and alienation that refuses people thousands of miles away,

What I hate most is that I am too affectionate, and I don't want to leave people's complaints. The book says that Song Yu once said that she was the first beauty in the State of Chu - his neighbor's daughter peeped for three years and was not moved... Well, according to the current situation, the legendary tragic cannon fodder contrasts with Song Yu's beauty is herself...

Qiu Yao thinks it's almost the same to call herself a moldy girl...

Evil, why is she being bullied by men wherever she goes... However, Hemingway once said that a person can be destroyed but not defeated, so she can never become a self-abandoned poor person. When she returns to modern times after three years here, she will hook up with a peerless beautiful man and fall in love with him. After that, I abandoned him fiercely... Of course, I still had to coax him back after venting his dissatisfaction...

So Qiu Yao held the respect of ** handsome men and happily entered the sweet and cringe and various restricted dreams...

The next morning, Qiu Yao got up early. As soon as she walked to the yard to freshen up, suddenly there was a bell from strong to weak. She curiously asked the maid who swept the yard, but she didn't know. However, when she looked up at the closed study door, the maid answered her words preceptually.

"Lord Song went out three days later."

Qiu Yao twitched the corners of her mouth, but she didn't ask anything. This girl is really that... After Qiu Yao finished slandering, she saw Jingchao coming in from the door of the courtyard in a formal dress. She was fresh and handsome.

"I have asked someone to go back to Yancheng to tell your family that you are with me, and I will send you back in person in a few days." His heart was shocked when he heard her experience when she came. After thinking about it, he still felt the peace of mind that she sent her in person. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yao didn't appreciate it at all.

"Why do you have to say that I'm with you? You always make your own decisions..." Qiu Yao wrinkled her face and said lightly in the second half of the sentence. She stuffed the towel in her hand into the maid's hand and turned back to the room.

Jingcha couldn't help frowning when he heard the words. He followed her into Song Yu's room, and couldn't help frowning more tightly. "I'm thinking about your reputation. After all, you are my fiancee."

"I was about to tell you about this. Why didn't you propose marriage with my consent?" Qiu Yao sat at the table angrily, staring at the breakfast on the table without moving her chopsticks.

"The words of parents' life and matchmakers have been like this since ancient times." Jingchao was finally a little annoyed. A pair of bright eyes suddenly darkened, and the dark tide surged under his eyes. "What, you don't want to?"

Qiu Yao heard that he was a little angry, and she was even more angry. Obviously, it was his fault, and now it seemed to have become her unreasonable trouble.

"I... I don't want to get married so soon." Jingcha has been raised since childhood. Such a person must be a little arrogant and conceited. If he refuses, he may not be able to eat it. For details, please refer to all kinds of innocent girls who were splashed with sulfuric acid and gasoline after refusing to court and were forced to bow by the overlord... Therefore, Qiu Yao decided to adopt a circuitous strategy.

Jingcha saw her eyes dodging. Although she was a little unhappy, it was understandable for Qiu Yao to say so, and her tone did not feel slowing down. "The bride price has been received and the marriage has been decided. If you don't want to get married as soon as possible, it's not impossible to postpone the matter for some time."

Qiu Yao was speechless. Did she slap a jujube at this time? However, the thought that I would not stay here for a long time, I also relaxed a lot.

"Well, I need three years to prepare."

"Yyaoyao, don't you think you have to take an inch?" Jing Qi narrowed his eyes and approached his little face slightly. It was the first time he knew that it was so troublesome to marry a woman.

... Yaoyao... Qiu Yao felt that the goose bumps all over her body suddenly gathered urgently...

"... You also know that I don't know anything about those etiquette since I lost my memory. Marrying your family will definitely be a disgrace to you and your family. Instead, it's better to let my father ask someone to be reasonable and get married with you." Qiu Yao smiled with a drooling face.

Jing almost stared at her without saying a word. Her face was indeed getting closer and closer. It seemed that she wanted to try to find the traces of lying from her face. Qiu Yao was a little nervous at present and unconsciously retreated a little.

Jingcha hooked his lips and pulled out a meaningless smile, "One year."

"..."

The good man doesn't suffer the immediate loss. No one can tell what will happen in a year. Qiu Yao nodded with Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

"That's your consent," Jingcha stood up and walked out of the door. After walking to the door, he suddenly turned his face and gave Qiu Yao an extremely charming smile. "These days, Ziyuan and I have been involved in affairs. Stay here obediently and don't make trouble. I'll take you back in these days."

Qiu Yao nodded her head and watched the scene disappear at the door. After a long time, she realized it. She only felt that the room was full of crows, and each of them was pecking fiercely on her little head.

She sold herself...

"You bastard--"

So Qiu Yao was trapped in this courtyard and began to watch the boring semi-sophrased life. She listened to the bell ringing and got up regularly every day. When she was bored, she turned over all kinds of classics that Song Yu put in the room (Qiu Yao, are you sure you can recognize all the words on it?). If you are bored, you have to degrade the difference in your heart. It's time (this is the business...)

However, during this period, she did not see Song Yu and Jingcha. When she asked the only maid in the yard, she couldn't get any answer. Thinking of the bells outside, Qiu Yao couldn't help but doubt whether they followed Jia Baoyu's example and became monks. Was it possible that they were seriously hit by the king of Chu? But the two people are full of righteousness from head to toe (aren't you still have a relationship between them before?), and the person who was molesed should be that Tangle. At first glance, he is delicate and has been suffering for thousands of years~

The weather was fine this day. Qiu Yao put down the bamboo slip and stretched out of the door. She happened to see two bodyguards coming out of Song Yu's room, one of them holding a pole in his hand. She had heard from the maid that Song Yu had only come back twice, and it was at a more quiet time. Why did she come back this afternoon?

Qiu Yao went to the front of the study and pushed the door inside. Then she exclaimed and shouted "I'm sorry", and then closed the door again and ran away.

The room was full of fragrance and hot air. Song Yu leaned against the wall of the bathtub with her back to the door. Listening to the hasty foot sound, she unconsciously hooked the thin lips that had been tightly squeezed. He half closed his eyes and felt that the strange fragrance of fat powder on his body gradually smiled with Du Yu's fragrance. In the fragrance of grass pepper orchid, the fatigue of the past few days slowly dissipated.

Qiu Yao ran back to her room, closed the door and rushed to the bedside. She buried her head in the quilt like an ostrich, and her heart hit like a deer.

It's miserable. There will definitely be a needle eye... As soon as Qiu Yao closed her eyes, a picturesque picture automatically appeared in her mind - in the steam, a soft green silk scattered on half a smooth and white fruit back...

Oh, that's called an ecstasy~~~ Qiu Yao, you are hopeless. It's not that you haven't seen a man's fruit. As for you...

After dinner, Qiu Yao stood at the door and looked at the study. She found that the light inside had turned on, so she went back to the table to read the book casually. Every once involuntarily, she couldn't help going out to read it. She repeated four or five times in a row before she felt sleepy.

Fortunately, she didn't bring her body to her, otherwise her body would be difficult to adapt to neurasthenia.

She yawned at the brightly lit study. Qiu Yao rubbed her eyes and planned to go to bed, but when she heard the sound of opening the door, the people inside came out from it. Seeing that the light in the room was still on, she subconsciously looked at the door.

Through the cool night, Song Yu looked at the slender figure that hurriedly disappeared at the door, and her heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton wool, warm and full, but there was an indescible discomfort.

The lights in the room then went out. Song Yu couldn't help but close the door of the study again and walked out of the courtyard.

Qiu Yao leaned out half of her body from the door and looked at the bright white shadow disappearing in the vast moonlight. She closed the door again and walked to the bedside. She nestled into the quilt, but it was difficult to fall asleep with her eyes open.

What on earth are they busy with these days? Is it about Yingdu? It is said that such a big thing has happened in the country. How could the king of Chu be interested in taking his entourage to live in the palace and even go hunting in the mountains? Why did Song Yu go out so late?

With a series of questions, Qiu Yao fell asleep drowsily. She only thought about other people's affairs from beginning to end, but forgot to consider how many quiet nights could make her sleep peacefully in such an era of war.