Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The moonlight was cold, and the inside and outside of the West Factory were exceptionally quiet, as if the entire government office and every inch of corners were sinking into a pool of stagnant water, without waves. +++Mobile reading visit m.ck101.la

In a matching room in the courtyard, two young Xichang Tiqis were sitting around a little eunuch, drinking and chatting at the table.

After a round of laughter, a Tiqie rubbed his eyes and laughed with tears, and asked in amazement:

"Duke Deng, is what you said is true? Did you really call an ugly maid in the mansion?"

"Then of course, I can make up a story to prevent you?"

The little **** looked at her young age, fifteen or six years old, picked up two slender eyebrows, and answered with confidence.

Then he raised a glass and gave a sip of wine to his mouth, swallowed in his stomach, opened his mouth and spit out the alcohol, his face was contented.

Tiqi at the side of the square table shook his head and shook his head with a gloating expression:

"Xiao Nianzi relied on him to follow the governor. How prestigious it was at the beginning, it seems that we were all squinting. Now what is going on, a little girl has calculated it!"

"Isn't it?"

The little **** at the top threw a piece of wine into his mouth and hurriedly finished eating and continued to break the news:

"You don't know, the woman the governor is looking at is full of bad water. Even the most powerful'Shuangfei Raksha' in the mansion is not her opponent. One nearly drowned in the bathtub, and the other was scorched by a charcoal basin. Up."

"You mean Mother Yan, Mother Gui?"

Yi Ti rides (shows) an incredible look (color), and then pats his thigh.

"You have been talking for a long time, are you talking about the little ladies in the East Factory who are disguised as men?"

Another Tiqii thought and realized, after listening for a long time, he widened his cross-cock eyes, staring blankly at the two smiling people across the table.

"It's her naturally!"

The little **** took a sip of wine, his white face was slightly red:

"I want to say that our superintendent is really patient with the woman named Gu. It takes more than a year before and after tossing people into the house."

The Tiqi next to him suddenly became interested, and his eyebrows were full of evil and greed:

"Then tell me, she lives there, did our governor succeed?"

The eyebrows (color) of the little **** were slightly darkened, his eyes narrowed, and his (color) eyes narrowed:

"I heard from Bi Hen in the mansion that she went into the supervisor's room to wait for the girl's clothes on the night of the accident.

At that time, the person was on the (bed chuang), was drugged, and his clothes were almost (take off tuo) (dry gan), as if he had succeeded. Otherwise, our governor is willing to send her into the palace?

Who is the governor? That's a master who grabs what is what, and will use the guy at hand..."

Before they finished speaking, the three of them all laughed on their backs, their voices wretched and wild.

The little **** drank all the things in his cup, and stood up from the Eight Immortals chair:

"It's getting late. I'll be on duty later. Let's stop here today."

The two tweeted riding hard, raised their hands to stay:

"Duke Deng, let's talk for a while."

"Really! I'm going to clean the noodles. I'll wait for the superintendent to settle down, and I can't stand up to the alcohol, right? Goodbye, goodbye."

The little **** and the two handed over and walked out with a lantern.

After passing a rockery, he suddenly felt strange.

Why is it so cold on the neck?

The little **** raised his hand (touching Mo), and for a while, he stumbled upon something stiff and cold.

Subconsciously paused, the little **** lowered his eyes to look, and suddenly his hairs sprang up and his panic dissipated.

A dagger was pressing against his neck.

In the dark night, there are dazzling lights scattered on the sharp blade surface, cold light, gloomy and evil, with a (death si) aura that destroys everything.

"Don't call it!"

Behind, Lu Qiange’s voice of prestige was low and depressed, overflowing irresistibly

Mi's anger.

The little **** immediately shook his body, and the spirits of the wine disappeared.

With trembling hands, the lantern was swaying, and the candlelight inside was flickering.

"Go behind the rockery! Hurry up!"

Lu Qiange sternly threatened again, and the sharp blade's pressure on his neck intensified.

The little **** did not dare to resist, panting heavily, stretched his neck and slowly moved to the back of the rockery.

"Big and uncle, let go of the little ones. The little ones have the silver bills in their arms, and they will all be given to you... Don't (kill sha) me..."

Feeling the icy coldness of Blade Qi everywhere, the little **** was trembling with fright, his panic eyes widened, and his eyes stared straight at the blank dark night (color) in fear.

Lu Qiange laughed coldly behind him and drank:

"Who cares about your stinky money?! What I want is clothes"

As soon as the dagger left the delicate skin of the neck, it turned against the air, and then slammed the little eunuch's head with its hard carved handle.

The other party snorted, his eyes rolled up and fell to the ground, passing out.

...

Minglan lay on the (bed chuang) for dinner, and was about to settle down after washing, suddenly "gulu" in her stomach.

Frowning slightly, he rubbed his stomach sideways and raised his eyelids and said:

"Come here, the Governor wants to go to the toilet."

The door opened and Lu Qiange's little **** in disguise walked in.

But seeing that his skin (color) is delicate, and beautiful wheat (color) flows out of the orange candle, the luster is almost crystal clear. Nodding his head and lowering his eyebrows, he couldn't see the facial features below the slanting flying sword eyebrows. The natural soft and charming state was like a stream of clear water, which attracted attention.

"What is the command of the governor?"

When Lu Qiange opened her mouth, the sound was like rock beads bursting into each other, murmuring pleasantly.

Ming Lanrong (color) was slightly startled, and looked straight at the slender little eunuch:

"Look up."

With a smile on his lips, Lu Qiange obediently followed, slowly raising his face, a pair of clear and bright eyes looking at Minglan on the (bed chuang).

The clear eyes are deep and energetic, the bridge of the nose is as tall as jade, and the lips are pink and clear.

Everything is exquisite and exquisite, and it is matched with a handsome face cut by a sword, and it is a beautiful boy who everyone loves!

With her eyes facing each other, Ming Lan's heart trembled, and she narrowed her peachy eyes, her eyes gleaming as bright as a torch.

"Have never seen you before? What's your name?"

Saying like this, there is an inexplicable feeling in the secret.

This super handsome face (color) seems to have been seen somewhere.

Lu Qiange made up stories casually:

"Little slave Luzi, only arrived at the West Factory five days ago. The Grand Duke who is on the night today has an urgent matter to leave for a while, bless the slave here to support one or two."

"Oh."

Ming Lan didn't think too much. He has always had a lot of things, and only An Hong and Xiaonianzi used them most smoothly among the close servants.

Today, the little waiter, Deng Zi, who is on duty at night, is accustomed to playing and slippery. At this time, it must be the cat urine that has been pouring too much, so he sent an apprentice to take care of it.

Minglan sat up and saw Lu Qiange busy coming up to each other, smiling with satisfaction:

"Yes, I have eyes (color), a good slave..."

When speaking, Lan's finger was lightly raised, and his fingertips glowing with chills stroked Lu Qiange's smooth cheek, pressing his chin downwards, and asked with a charming voice:

"Tell Ben Governor, how old are you this year?"

"Back to the governor, the slave is twenty years old.

Lu Qiange pulled his lips and smiled lightly. A pair of bright eyes were as clear as water, and the luminous bottom of the eyes was fascinating, swaying and dancing at Minglan.

Ming Lan was overjoyed and felt that this little **** was extremely on the road.

What's wrong with men? If the brain is open, the style of men is not inferior to women,

And the fun between men...that is more wild and tasteful than between men and women...

Feeling that (body shen) body is hot, Minglan suppresses the flamboyant imagination (qiang), tightly locks the beauty (color) in front of her eyes, and asks lightly:

"Would you like to wait with the Governor? To be honest."

Lu Qiange smiled, her eyes blooming, and she flashed coldly:

"Naturally... I don't want to!"

The moment the sound fell, the tightly packed fingers of his right hand had already poked Ming Lan's left shoulder blade.

Minglan gasped involuntarily, as if he had been constrained by a witchcraft, he couldn't move anymore.

Even wanting to talk freely has become an extravagant wish.

Just now, Minglan's unruly Meng Lang made Lu Qiange think of what he did to Yunxi in Wanhualou.

Suddenly, Lu Qiange thought:

Such eunuchs, give him a happy break, it is all cheap for him! Mo Ruo played a good game and made him suffer before starting.

While Minglan's acupuncture points were closed, Lu Qiange searched the entire room carefully, and found a lot of interesting things.

Lu Qiange blushed slightly when he saw the small leather whip, the immortal string, the three-inch candle with the fragrance of flower juice, and other instruments of various shapes.

Later, he found a sweet white porcelain jar, the size of a palm, on the edge of the window next to the book case.

Lu Qiange curiously uncovered the wax seal, and when he opened the porcelain cover, he was first exposed to the pungent smell inside, which made his facial features change (color).

After adapting to the evil smell, he looked down and grinned.

Next, Lu Qiange found another memorial on the table. He picked it up and glanced quickly, he couldn't help laughing.

This (treacherous) villain will actually sue the villain first! It is clear that he has misbehaved, and he has the face to bite Dongchang

Okay, bump into the little master, count your evil retribution!

Lu Qiange drew out his dagger, flashed a cold light, cutting this all-evil memorial into pieces.

Walking to the front of the door, Lu Qiange opened the door and said to Tiqi who was guarding under the porch:

"Tonight, the governor stays in the house. The two elder brothers remember that if there is too much movement later, don't enter the house at will. It is not beautiful to lose the interest of the governor."

"..."

The two riders were taken aback and looked at each other.

Lu Qiange's brows are bright and handsome, and her embarrassing demeanor is more charming than her daughter's, and she can't help but itch.

It seems that the old problem of the Ming Governor has committed again

"Don't worry, you can just take care of your life and serve the governor."

Yi Tiqi understood, nodded to Lu Qiange.

On the other side, there was a bit of worry, and he pulled the sleeves of Lu Qiange's inner servant, and said carefully:

"Little brother, you can relax a little bit. I tell you, the superintendent has been ruthless in that matter, protect yourself, and don't take your fate."

"Thank you, brother for reminding."

Lu Qiange smiled yinly at him and closed the door tightly.

With a leather whip in his left hand and a white porcelain altar in his right hand, Lu Qiange shook her back to the bed three steps at a time, smiling, curious and charming.

Bend over and approached Minglan, and saw that his (gan gan) opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His eyes were staring at the long round jar with horror, and he jokingly said with a deep voice, laughing:

"Oh, Father Ming, since you want a slave to serve you up close, it is better for the slave to be respectful, and he will definitely come up with the housekeeping skills later and take care of you.

Immediately the minion will relieve your acupuncture point, if you are screaming, this jar..."

The tail sound was prolonged, and Lu Qiange raised the white porcelain altar on his right hand to Ming Lan's eyes, and suddenly pulled it away, lifting it high out of the air, and curled his lips:

"I was shocked by the minion. If my hand slipped accidentally, this jar would break!" 2k