After passing through the book, the original book is slag [Quick Transmigration]

[Sorry for the audience, due to some unknown factors, the system and the host have temporarily lost contact. ] The system sounded an alarm, and the screen turned into darkness.

[What the hell is this?The anchor is leaving temporarily? ]

[...What's the matter, didn't you just find the anchor? ]

[Then how is the anchor now, I'm so anxious. ]

[I still like this style?I just wanted to eat while watching the live broadcast. ]

[Audience friends, please be careful, because some conflicts occurred between this system and the next-door system, resulting in a live broadcast error, the system is being repaired, and I will be back soon. ] The system explained.

It only took a few minutes, the system returned to normal, the screen blurred a few times, and then became normal again, but the screen soon appeared a mosaic.

Red candle tents, Jinping mandarin ducks, cloud and rain, half-covered by the bright moon.

Barrage: ...is it so exciting at first?

On the screen of the live broadcast, everything was blurred by the red gauze bed curtain, only under the candlelight, the two shadows in the red tent overlapped and doubled.

Not long after, a delicate hand reached out, lifted the bed curtain, and got out of bed with bare feet, without even looking at the man on the bed.

He was wearing white obscene trousers underneath, and his upper body was naked. On a hanger made of mandshurica mandshurica, a red fox fur cloak was placed neatly on it, inlaid with gold silk patterns, which was taken down by the man at will.

He randomly picked up a middle coat and put it on, not counting putting on all the scattered clothes. His snow-white chest was half exposed, and he was slowly tying the rope with his head down. His fingers were as white as jade, like finely carved jade. It's like cutting, entwined with red, inexplicably lingering.

"Jiu Yan..." A weak male voice came from the window curtain, the voice could not be heard because it was too hoarse due to excessive use of the voice.

"My lord." The man's voice was mellow and full-bodied, like fine wine that has been brewed for a hundred years. When he finished speaking, his lips and teeth were still fragrant.

Although the expression on the man's face didn't have a hint of joy at the moment, the twists and turns in his tone naturally made people feel like he was acting like a baby and panting lightly.

"Jiu Yan is getting old, and he has stopped receiving customers. This time, I saw that the adults and slaves have known each other since childhood. This is the only time. It will never be an exception." He was still lowering his head and arranging his clothes, his voice was still pleasant, but with a sense of depression and loneliness The feeling makes people feel pity.

It's not that Jiu Yan did it on purpose, it's because he has grown up with sex, which made him used to having a whisper in his voice and affection in his eyebrows.

[This voice!I fucked up, anchor, anchor, I'm hungry. ]

[Just listening to the sound, I'm already stiff.It's over. ]

[Sihasha, the anchor looks up, please, let the children see what a peerless beauty is. ]

[This scene, isn't it right? ]

……

"Jiu Yan is being modest." He said in a dazed manner, but he never got out of bed, not knowing whether it was because of his powerlessness or guilt.

Jiu Yan finally raised his head and did not disappoint the audience.

The skin is like white snow and fat, and it is full of jade; the eyebrows are like the black color of distant mountains, beautiful and handsome; the eyes are full of water, charming and enchanting;

The audience swallowed their saliva when they saw this antique beauty who looked like a new house, and looked more carefully.

His eyes are a pair of peach blossom eyes, long eyes, slightly hooked at the end of the eyes, just the right amount, when he slightly raises his eyes, they turn into real hooks, it is really hard to move his eyes away, the mole of tears under his eyes is so beautiful.

The ends of his eyes are red, like dense rouge, black and white eyes are not clear, his eyes seem to be drunk, hazy feeling, the shape of his lips will have a natural upturn, no matter when he looks at him, he feels is laughing.

The figure is like a willow, like a graceful, graceful.But soon they were all covered by the cloak.

"My lord, take a good rest. I'll take my leave first." After he finished speaking in a low voice, he pushed the door and walked out. There was a little girl with buns in a bun standing at the door. Seeing him coming out, she hurriedly approached him.

"Master." His face was worried, but also rigid and serious, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, but he didn't dare to look directly into Jiu Yan's eyes.

Jiu Yan half-closed his eyes and looked at the past, drank a jug of sake today, now that the alcohol is getting stronger, he is a little dizzy, but it is very comfortable.

He raised his hand and pinched its bun, feeling it twitch, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Ask Qin Huan to come over and watch, and don't let that person get into trouble."

"Master, don't you remember? Mr. Qin has a benefactor today." The little maid named Xiaocao was obtained by Jiuyan and grew up by his side.

"Oh? Is that so?" Jiuyan stood still and stared at her with hazy eyes, the ups and downs of her voice made Xiaocao show a helpless expression, and she knew that this person probably drank too much today, and her attack was not serious.

"Master, do you need to prepare soup for bathing?" The silk and satin worn by Xiaocao is no worse than those worn by other ladies from aristocratic families. These are all bought by Jiu Yan for her. As the only girl in the Nanfeng Pavilion, she has always been exquisite. heart.

Jiu Yan curled his lips into a smile, his eyes completed the shape of a small crescent moon, and there was a hint of cleanliness in his indistinguishable and charming eyebrows: "Just clean your hands."

Xiaocao knew in her heart that other objects were used, and if she asked Mr. Qin to clean up the mess, that would be cruel.

But that person deserved it, her master hadn't received guests from outside for a long time, but there was some unsightly provocation, and he made things difficult for him by using a name he was familiar with.

Normally at these times, Jiuyan would ignore it, but today Xu took it because he was in a bad mood, and the adult had to suffer a little to remember.

"Master, go and rest, and leave the rest to Xiaocao." Xiaocao didn't look good, her skin was naturally dark, and standing next to Jiuyan made her look even blacker.

She has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and since she was a child, she couldn't be hooked on being good-looking. The family saw that she was too ugly, so they threw her away when she was five years old, and then was picked up by Jiu Yan.

Became the only little girl in the Nanfeng Xiaoguan's house, always with a straight face, doing things safely, Jiuyan likes to use her very much.

"Okay." Jiu Yan smiled again, and then Shi Shi ran back to his yard.

It was almost dawn at this moment, and the bustling Nanfeng Pavilion at night was quiet, only some cleaning boys and guards were left guarding with all their might.

As the largest small hotel in the imperial capital, its business is even better than that of the opposite Fuchun Tower, and there are many high-ranking officials and nobles, and wealthy businessmen spend thousands of dollars overnight.

Gain Nanfeng Pavilion's headliner was too popular, and he had been in the imperial capital for ten years. It was said that he was the guest of the eldest princess, and the emperor was also his servant.

And at this critical moment when the eldest princess and the emperor were fighting each other, no one in the court dared to offend him, and even faintly admired him. No one could be offended if he was able to have a good relationship before the eldest princess and the emperor.

Nanfeng Building, Hualiu Lane, this long alley is almost full of people of this type. Ordinary people can rest in Nanfeng Building or be picked up when they are having fun. Generally, benefactors are not allowed to go to their own residences. , this is also an unwritten rule.

As for Jiu Yan's residence, he came out from the back door of the Nanfeng Pavilion, and he turned around to get to his own residence. Fortunately, it was the time when the prostitute was resting, and no one saw him.

And Jiuyan's residence is a small house, facing south, with good lighting. In normal times, besides Xiaocao who lives with him, there is also a dumb cook who cooks delicious food and does things quickly. The two of them live together. In the side room.

Of course, someone has harassed him. Someone once inquired about his residence, and broke into his yard in the middle of the night, intending to go whoring for nothing.

On the second day, she was caught by the eldest princess in the casino and cut off three fingers, threatening that if anyone who was not good-looking dared to go to Jiuyan's own yard to commit suicide, she would chop off one by one.

From then on, no one dared to inquire about Jiu Yan's residence, and it was regarded as a quiet place for him.

Hearing his opening the door, the cook who hadn't slept all this time came out, saluted him, and then went to prepare hot water for him to wash.

Jiu Yan put his hands in the copper wash, spread his five fingers, soaked for a while, then slowly wiped each finger clean, serious and focused, every move was silently attractive.

Then he called the cook to go out, and he took off a magnolia flower hosta stuck in the black hair, raised his hand and threw it lightly on the round table, making a muffled sound, and the black hair fell down.

His room is divided into an inner room and an outer room, separated by a huge double-sided Shu embroidered peony flower screen. The room is still smelling of sandalwood, and the room is decorated in bright colors.

He took off the rouge-stained clothes and put on a white pajamas.

There is no barrage on the screen during this process, which has never happened before.

His gestures are full of enchantment, his frowns and smiles are careless and unable to move their eyes away, like a good baby, he stops to admire this ancient beauty, and can't free his hands to type.

But at this moment the system has blown up, and for a moment I feel that it may be over, and it will be fired.

It timidly said the usual opening remarks: "Hello host...Hello, I am the system potato. May I ask if the host is bound to the system? If you choose yes, you will get the chance to reincarnate from another world. If you choose no, you will get the chance to be reborn." .Please start your selection."

The beauty was leaning on the bed, with her elbows resting on a soft pillow, her slender neck raised slightly, and the quilt covering her body was silk tribute from Loulan. Even the princesses and princes in the palace could only share a few horses. They are all carefully calculated, how to make a beautiful dress, which can raise face in front of outsiders.

But in Jiu Yan's hands, they were made into quilts and sheets, which he didn't cherish at all, because he had plenty of these things.

It's not that Jiu Yan didn't see the screen of the barrage, when it bound him, he felt it, this distant and unfamiliar word - system.

He used to be a high school teacher in modern times. When he confiscated the novels that students read in class, he read it and found that there was a beauty system in it.

So it is not unfamiliar to him, oh no, it is also quite unfamiliar, after all, it has been a long time since he was a teacher.

I saw his brows and eyes were sleepy, and he couldn't lift his spirits a little, but he was like this, his brows and eyes were picturesque, he seemed to be weeping, and he frowned slightly, just like Luoshen weeping.People want to hold him up and coax him to be happy.

He opened his thin lips lightly, without thinking, and his voice was as clear and pleasant as the impact of jade rings: "Choose...return to the furnace and remake."

system:! !

Barrage:!!

System: "Host, maybe you need to clarify a little bit, remaking... is to choose death, and you will die immediately."

[Beauty, you... seriously think about it? ]

[Woooooo, don't be like this, I feel so sad seeing him like this, what's going on? ]

[Ah, ah, I don’t know if you guys have just completed the plot of the novel, the plot originally didn’t have the character of Jiu Yan? ! ]

[Barbie has Q, is this fetal wear? ]

"I know." Jiu Yan propped his face with his palms, and smiled softly, pulling the corners of his lips like jade chisels, raising a playful arc: "Yes, I choose death."

He looked at the first prototype of the system—a flapping green-winged girl in a green dress and animal ears, like a Westworld elf.

A system like an elf: ...what if the host wants to die, wait online, it's very urgent.

Jiu Yan looked at the little thing in front of her with some interest, and raised her finger to touch her wings. The system was a little scared, but it didn't hide.

Feeling the real touch of Jiuyan, the smile at the end of the slightly drunk eyes deepened, pinched fingers, a pair of brown eyes were secretive, and asked: "Excuse me... can I execute it immediately?"

The author has something to say:

The author has an exam on the 28th. I need to review and write a thesis recently, so I can only update it once. When I go home from the winter vacation, I will add more!

谢谢支持！感谢在2021-12-2418:33:16~2021-12-2601:39:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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