Travel back to ancient times to play danmei

Liu Juqi stared inexplicably at the handsome young man in pink. Ever since he was scared by Yan Sulan last night, he hated others suddenly appearing in front of him.

"Don't move, it's just this expression—" The pink man opened the fan in his hand, took out a brush from nowhere, and began to paint on the fan... A martial arts novel "" Characters in "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty": Hou Xibai.

The man painted very fast, probably took a minute or two, he put away the brush in satisfaction, turned the fan around and asked Liu Juqi, "Beauty, how is my painting?"

Liu Juqi on the fan used light ink to outline his eyebrows and eyes, with a hint of impatience in the expression of astonishment, he looked very clever and moving. The fans complement each other.

Xiao Luan covered his mouth and smiled, "It's really vivid, young master is good at writing."

The man put away his fan proudly and said with a smile, "I came here after hearing the name of Zuihuan Tower. I wanted to wrap up the upper room and wait for the evening, but I didn't expect to meet a refined and elegant beauty——Photographed among flowers in Xialingnan, known as Butterfly son."

Mr. Butterfly?Liu Juqi looked up and down the man in distaste. He was slender, with a peach blossom face, a cynical smile on his handsome face, and a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes slightly raised. handsome.

Hua Jianzhao put away the folding fan and smiled, "The beauty has been staring at me, don't you want to go hand in hand with me?"

The corners of Liu Juqi's mouth twitched, this person must feel too good about himself, "I'm sorry, let me go, I'm going back to take a bath."

It was the first time Hua Jianzhao met someone who didn't buy it so much, but he became more interested in Liu Juqi, "It's easy to say, let me tell you my name, beauty, how about we have a good night together?"

Xiao Luan laughed so hard that Liu Juqi rolled his eyes. Liu Juqi looked at Hua Jianzhao who stood in front of him and refused to give way, and said angrily, "Liu... Liu Juqi."

He still likes his real name, Xiao Luan stopped laughing and looked at Liu Juqi, he didn't ask, but smiled faintly, as if he liked Liu Xu's new name very much.

"Well, good name!" Hua Jianzhao stepped aside, Liu Juqi walked over without looking sideways, Hua Jianzhao was still teasing him, "Then we will see you tonight, Liu Er."

"..." Liu Juqi was numb with goosebumps all over his body, he gouged out Hua Jian and took a look, "Narcissist."

Saying goodbye to the inexplicable Mr. Sao Bao’s flower room photo, Liu Juqi took a comfortable bath, sat refreshingly by the window and enjoyed the view of the flower garden. Although it is winter, the winter here is relatively mild, and the lotus pond in the flower garden is No icing.

Xiao Luan was meditating and practicing kung fu, and the old monk remained motionless. Last night Liu Juqi specifically inquired about martial arts, but unfortunately Xiao Luan said that Liu Xu's body was born weak and not suitable for martial arts, which made him very regretful.

Liu Juqi stood up and stretched idly, and went to the cabinet next to the bed to get the books. He remembered that there seemed to be a few books there. They were boring anyway, so let's pass the time and get familiar with ancient characters by the way.

Liu Juqi squeezed a few candied fruit into his mouth, put his feet on the table and dangled, but just as he opened the book, it fell to the ground with a "boom".

"Brother Liu!" Xiao Luan jumped up, "Are you okay? Where did you fall?"

"...It's okay..." Liu Juqi got up with a blushing face, flung the book far away, and stopped Xiao Luan who was about to go forward to pick it up, "Don't! You continue to practice, I will to pick up..."

Xiao Luan looked at Liu Juqi suspiciously, his eyes fell on the book cover, and he blushed all of a sudden—"Long|Yang Eighteen Styles"...

Liu Juqi cursed inwardly, why did catkins collect everything, the remaining few books are probably not good books!

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Haitang's delicate voice sounded like a woman's voice, "Brother Liuxu, I'm Haitang, open the door."

Xiao Luan and Liu Juqi looked at each other, Haitang?What is he doing here?You were still cursing at people this morning, and now you're calling your brother to visit, what the hell are you doing?