Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

The whole person is as beautiful as the rose in his hand.

So beautiful that it cannot be easily described in words.

Qin Ji only knew that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

When the large army entered the city completely, the people bent down and knelt down to pay homage.

After all, in their era, the emperor was the symbol of supreme imperial power and could not be disobeyed.

"Long live the emperor!" Everyone shouted almost in unison, very uniformly and loudly.

Quan Si glanced at the people around him and pretended to salute.

Unexpectedly, the man on the horse turned over and jumped, landing steadily.

He took a step forward and walked slowly towards him.

Soon, he arrived in front of Quan Si.

"Mr. Qin, there is no need to bow." His voice was deep and magnetic, and his expression was calm.

After this was said, no one else had any objection.

After all, Quan Si is the top performer in Meixianglou, and it is not convenient for him to perform the ceremony today as he is dressed up.

Moreover, he was extremely wealthy, had outstanding talents and looks, and could even be on par with the royal family.

Seeing this, Quan Si straightened his back again and looked directly at the man in front of him without any hesitation.

The latter had flying black hair and a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his lips.

He was dressed in armor and had a solemn and murderous aura. He was the absolute leader who returned with a great success.

"Your Majesty." Quan Si lowered his eyelids slightly.

It is impossible to say that he was not shocked inside, but his ability to accept things was different from that of ordinary people.

But the other party’s acting skills are indeed good, and he is quite good at hiding his identity.

Qin Ji frowned slightly, seeming not to like this title.

He was more inclined to believe that the other party had called him "Mr. Ji" before in Meixianglou.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Aunt Mei took the initiative to host the celebration.

"In order to celebrate your majesty's triumphant return, we at Meixianglou have specially prepared some talent shows."

The scene had obviously been arranged in advance, with special seats for Qin Ji and others to sit and rest.

The young emperor took the initiative to sit down on the seat in the center.

He supported his chin with one hand, and an aura of coldness and alienation permeated his entire body.

His expression was as calm as water, making it hard to guess what he was thinking. One only felt that he was extremely cunning.

"The dance I brought to you is called Rose Dance." Quan Si threw the black folding fan in his hand into the air and caught it calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a melodious and ethereal tune sounded, as if someone was gently plucking the strings of a guitar.

Quan Si lowered his eyes, his thick eyelids trembled slightly, and his posture changed with the dance music.

It feels like walking on clouds, so beautiful.

The body is light and floating like a cloud.

The dance is graceful and the movements are light, creating a breeze wherever it goes.

It confused the hearts of countless people present and made them crazy and obsessed with it.

Even the usually stern and cold-blooded emperor could not help but be fascinated by her, staring at the person in front of him without blinking.

The sleeves of her clothes fluttered, revealing a seductive look in the stunning red dress, with her slender waist faintly visible.

At first glance, it looks like a demon that has fallen into the mortal world, so beautiful that it is beyond description.

But it seems like it can't be grasped, giving people a feeling of hot and cold.

He danced lightly, his posture naturally dignified and elegant, and it was all natural.

Her red gauze sleeves fluttered lightly, but her beautiful figure could not be hidden.

Dazzling and dazzling.

"The posture of a celestial being..." Quan Si's dancing posture was deeply reflected in Qin Ji's brown eyes.

Every move and every subtle change in expression caused him to sink deeper and deeper into depravity.

He was lured into the warm and cozy environment woven by the other party, and for a moment he felt his heart beating wildly.

A nameless breeze suddenly blew by, and the rose in Quan Si's hand was blown away and turned into petals.

A wisp of petals was blown by the gentle breeze and came in front of the man.

Qin Ji stretched out his palm, and the petals just stopped in his palm.

The scarlet color on it remained as bright as ever, like a person dancing.

The young and handsome emperor calmly placed the petals to his nose, and the fragrance lingered.

He raised his eyes, and in an instant, his gaze met that banished immortal-like man.

A faint smile appeared on Quan Si's lips, stunning the passage of time.

Everything around the two of them seemed to vanish into nothingness, and only each other remained in their eyes.

Qin Ji felt hot and dry all over for no reason.

I was so dry that I couldn't speak.

His throat was hoarse and his eyes were dark.

What should I use to moisturize it?

His gaze finally stopped on Quan Si's delicate and beautiful lips.

The most primitive desires deep in his heart were about to burst out, destroying his remaining rationality.

He wanted him.

As the song ended, the crowd burst into applause that was so loud and deafening.

"Master Qin's appearance today is comparable to that of an immortal!"

"I am so lucky to have a glimpse of such a stunning beauty. Where else in the world can I find such a person?"

Shen Fuji, who was lost in the crowd, stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the silver-haired man.

Those phoenix eyes completely overlapped with a pair of eyes in memory.

It must be the young man who broke his winning streak in the gambling house.

Today, she is even more beautiful than an ordinary person.

When he first met him last time, his intuition told him that this Mr. Qin must be good-looking.

But now when the other party took off the black robe that was covering his face, revealing his stunning talent and appearance, he was completely intoxicated by it.

It was just a chance acquaintance, an accidental encounter, but the other person left a mark on his heart that could not be erased for a long time.

He looked at Quan Si.

How could he be qualified to express his love to such a shining figure?

Perhaps, it would be best to see him happy where I can see him.

The leaves are rustling and the breeze is blowing gently.

Quan Si walked through the crowd and headed straight towards someone.

And the end point of his steps was where Qin Ji was.

"Your Majesty, this Flower Rose Dance is a sincere congratulations to all the soldiers for their great victory in this battle."

He waved his folding fan lightly and smiled faintly.

"Mr. Qin's dancing is amazing, so naturally it's superb." Qin Ji looked at him, the arc of his lips deepening.

"I am so moved that I want to invite you into the palace, just to play the zither for me to listen to and dance for me to watch."

A few strands of hair hung down in front of Qin Ji's forehead, faintly covering his eyebrows and eyes, but one could still vaguely see his burning gaze.

"I am deeply honored to be favored by Your Majesty." Quan Si continued to smile, but put away his folding fan.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "But, I am used to freedom, and perhaps I will not commit myself to the palace walls behind high curtains."

This was declined.

[Host, the way the boss looks at you is not innocent~] The little ghost was suspended between the two of them.

"It means I'm good-looking." Quan Si's mind was not on this.

[Uh...] Diamond Idiot was speechless for a moment.

It had no words to refute.

Although he was rejected, the emperor was not upset, "I will not give up, I just hope that you will change your mind one day."

"The position of my exclusive zither player is permanently open to Mr. Qin."

When these words were spoken, all the people took a deep breath.

After all, this position is coveted by countless people, and one can enjoy supreme glory.

You will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life.

Quan Si's heart is like an eagle, flapping its wings and flying without restraint.

He yearned for freedom, and he was well aware of the treacherous nature of people in the palace.