Chapter 214 1 Thoughts on Guanshan 21
Chapter 214 1 Thoughts on Guanshan 21
Lin Jiu drank his wine leisurely while admiring Yu Shisan's gorgeous dance below with great interest.
In this way, the two of them enjoyed this rare comfort in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere, or perhaps it was because of the person in front of him, Qian Zhao's tense heart gradually relaxed.
He looked down at the bustling scene below and spoke slowly, "I have a younger brother named Chai Ming. He has a cheerful personality, completely different from me. Everyone likes him very much, just like they like Genroku. Even if I ignore him, he still persists and continues to talk, sometimes even making me feel a little annoyed."
Qian Zhao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly when he recalled how Chai Ming used to chatter incessantly in front of him.
However, when he thought of Chai Ming's death at Tianmen Pass because of Wudi's stubbornness, and those six cousins who died in battle with him, his eyes were filled with grief and anger.
"He was so young, his life had just begun, but because of Yang Xingyuan's stubbornness and willfulness, his life was cut short at Tianmen Pass."
Lin Jiu sat quietly aside, listening to Qian Zhao's confession. She knew that Qian Zhao needed a listener at this moment to vent his inner anger and dissatisfaction.
The more Qian Zhao spoke, the more excited he became, and he began to drink in big gulps.
Because he drank too eagerly, the wine slowly slid down the corner of his mouth, first sliding down his throat, and then soaking his collar...
Lin Jiu originally wanted to persuade Qian Zhao to drink slowly to avoid getting drunk, but when she saw the beautiful scene in front of her, she instantly closed her mouth and silently admired the scene of the handsome man drinking.
He muttered to himself, "Chai Ming? This name seems familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it before. Never mind. Since I can't remember, I won't dwell on it anymore. I never thought Qian Zhao would look so drunk... so tempting, so tempting, slurp!"
Just as Lin Jiu (obscenely) was admiring the handsome man, Qian Zhao suddenly turned around, staring at Lin Jiu with burning eyes, and said something shocking without hesitation: "Do you think Yang Xingyuan is qualified to be the emperor of a country? Do you think he should die?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Jiu couldn't help but look at him carefully, thinking to himself, "Is he drunk? According to Qian Zhao's personality, he wouldn't say what he was thinking, let alone talk about the emperor."
She looked closely and saw that his face looked normal, his eyes still bright and full of spirit. However, if she looked closely, she could detect a hint of confusion and haziness in them. Lin Jiu realized that he was indeed drunk.
Faced with this situation, Lin Jiu knew that it was pointless to argue with a drunk person.
They tend to become more and more excited as they talk and find it difficult to control their emotions.
Therefore, she decided not to refute Qian Zhao's words, but to follow his meaning and express her agreement.
Lin Jiu said softly, "Indeed, Yang Xingyuan is not worthy of being the ruler of a country. He is stubborn, self-willed, and conceited. You are unlucky to have him as your emperor!"
Although she was agreeing with what Qian Zhao said, these words were indeed Lin Jiu's true feelings. She really felt that Yang Xingyuan's role as emperor was indescribable.
As an emperor, he had no self-awareness and insisted on leading the army himself, but was captured alive by the enemy.
It is a great shame and humiliation that a king of a country has fallen into such a situation!
What's even more outrageous is that the enemy even offered to redeem him with ten thousand taels of gold, which was simply a trampling on the dignity of the country.
If Yang Xingyuan had committed suicide when he was captured alive, Lin Jiu might have respected him as a hero, but he chose to be imprisoned obediently, waiting for An Guo and others to redeem him. Such behavior made Lin Jiu ashamed.
The drunk Qian Zhao didn't know what Lin Jiu was thinking. His eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at Lin Jiu, and suddenly he said, "Ajiu, you are so nice!"
"Ah?" Lin Jiu was a little stunned by his sudden words, and couldn't help but look up at Qian Zhao in confusion.
Qian Zhao's eyes were attracted by the red in front of him. He slowly moved closer and lowered his head to cover it, grinding it carefully. After a long time, he let go of Lin Jiu and said with satisfaction: "It's really sweet!"
"Hoo!" Lin Jiu's face flushed red. She didn't expect Qian Zhao to...
Lin Jiu had no habit of being watched by others making love in public, and seeing that Qian Zhao wanted to do it again, he quickly took him back to the house.
As soon as he entered the room, Lin Jiu closed the door, pushed Qian Zhao onto the bed, and sat on him, supporting himself with his hands on both sides of his body. He asked seriously, "Why did you do that just now?"
Qian Zhao blinked, seemingly puzzled by Lin Jiu's question, "I like you, so I couldn't help but kiss you."
Hearing this, Lin Jiu's blush deepened. "Then you can't do this in public!"
"Oh, I get it." Qian Zhao nodded obediently, "I won't do that next time. Then can I kiss you now?" There was a fiery light flashing in his eyes, making people irresistible.
Lin Jiu choked, and Qian Zhao seized the opportunity, thinking that she agreed, and kissed her directly.
Her body instantly became stiff, her mind went blank, and only the sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
After a while, she came to her senses and tried to push Qian Zhao away, but he held her tightly, making her unable to move.
Lin Jiu sighed helplessly, gave up struggling and closed his eyes.
Her hands unconsciously climbed up Qian Zhao's shoulders, feeling his warmth and strength. The tension in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep attachment and longing.
The hibiscus tent is warm, the quilt is rolled by red waves, and every moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold.
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