Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

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Leng Qingtang raised his voice and cursed, and then hurried to the opposite side of the palace road, stopping the group of that party. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.sto123.cc网o

Cheng Wanli followed and reached out to hold Wang Chen, no matter whether he was crying or making trouble, he refused to let him break free.

No one knows the prestigious palace of Leng Zhangyin, the governor of Dongchang and the supervisor of Li.

Right now, he seemed to have suddenly emerged from the ground, and he was killing him. Not only was there a mighty man with a black charcoal face standing beside him, but also a number of inside officers of the ceremonies of courtesy followed, all of them stiff and expressionless.

Gong E immediately changed his face, and sat on the ground with his knees soft.

The two eunuchs who carried the spring stool knew that the palace members had made trouble, and they were so scared that they trembled and buried their heads lower.

Leng Qingtang looked at Gong'e in a condescending manner, cold light flashed in his dark eyes, and clouds gathered on Jun's face:

"Which house do you belong to, you dare to have no respect and inferiority! As a maidservant, how can you talk about the master's insufficiency at will, and insult and abuse at will?!"

Gong E was shocked and scared, kowtowing to Leng Qingtang again and again, in a very wrong tone:

"Supervisor Leng calms down his anger. The servant is the hand of Sun Jieyu of Hanxiang Guan and hugs the apricot. On the spring bench lies my little lord. Only because the little lord collided with the imperial concubine and was punished at the meeting of rising sun. In the Yongning Palace violent room, he was banned for twenty, and was released from confinement until this time.

Seeing that the young master was in a coma, the servant was worried. When I returned to the palace, I ran into His Royal Highness Chen Wang. He followed all the way and kept teasing and making fun of my little master.

The slave and maid were anxious, and the protector would forget the rules for a while, and begged the governor to be kind and spare the slave this time. "

Gong E cried and worshiped, and almost rushed forward with a humble appearance, and hugged Leng Qingtang's thighs. o

Leng Qingtang looked at her, frowned in boredom, her eyes sharp.

He asked her in a gloomy tone:

"Sun Jieyu is your master, and His Royal Highness Chen is the eldest prince of the sage today, isn't it your master?"

"..."

In an instant, as if forced to a desperate situation, Gong E's curled up sweaty body shook suddenly, nodding her eyebrows and daring not to make a sound.

"You dare to do something to the master as a lowly maid, this superintendent sees you as tired and crooked. Come here, give the superintendent a slap on her mouth, and you can't stop until you get her teeth out!"

Not waiting for Gong E to cry for mercy, a little **** jumped over behind Leng Qingtang, rolling up his robe sleeves and rounding his pale arms.

"Hello, hello, someone was beaten! Haha, it's so fun."

"Papa, pop", the continuous crisp noise made Wang Chen excited.

Because it was a hand being pulled by Cheng Wanli, Wang Chen wanted to applaud but couldn't, but this didn't seem to affect his good mood, so he jumped and laughed.

Leng Qingtang turned around and approached the smiling king Chen, with a faint melancholy in his face:

"His Royal Highness, be good. The palace is in chaos, don't just run out of Wutong Garden. Careful mothers will not find you."

A five-foot-tall man who has been tortured into a foolishness by this cannibalistic palace, how can he not move people?

Wang Chen took out the cloth tiger around his waist, gritted his dirty tiger ears and smirked at Leng Qingtang, obviously unable to understand what he said.

With a light sigh, he helped Wang Chen to arrange his clothes, and Leng Qingtang turned and ordered Cheng Wanli:

"You personally send your Royal Highness back to Wutong Garden, and ask your mother to take care of you. Neto"

Then to the eunuchs:

"You are imprisoned here, and the Governor will go ahead and wait."

Everyone took their orders.

Leng Qingtang raised his foot and walked slowly on the far and straight palace road.

At sunset, the sultry breath of the summer season gradually dissipated. In the misty mid-air, that round of orange-red golden crows gradually sank into the towering turret to the west, leaving only a half arc.

Leng Qingtang stared forward, the pictures of memories in his mind continued.

That year, the first emperor’s imperial conquest was defeated, and the deposed prince Huananze abandoned his father in Xiyi. He ascended to the throne by shameless means. Later, he confronted the emperor, Lan Fei and Huananhe who had returned to the east, who was born from Udan. The emperor's ninth brother was all killed.

It was Zheng Guogong who took care of his four-year-old eldest son, who disfigured his body from the emperor, and changed his life in South China.

Many years later, Hua Nanhe now has the new identity of "Leng Qingtang" and holds great power in the DPRK.

He thought that as long as he took good care of Yunxi and the youngest daughter of the surviving sons and daughters of the Zheng family, he would be able to repay the grandfather of the country Zheng Ran for his life-saving grace. However, he didn't want to have branches in the middle, which would make Yun Xi's life and death uncertain.

He Hua Nanhe still owes an outstanding debt to the Zheng family.

Unconsciously, I arrived at the most familiar place. When people returned to their senses, the thick and tall laurel tree was in front of them.

Because the flowering time has not arrived, at this time, the crown of the tree is full of flowers, full of blooming flowers, shaped like an open umbrella, and the feather cover is green and light.

Only then did Leng Qingtang remember that this place was the boundary of the restaurant.

The clear and bright eyes are in the darkness before the verdant trees, Leng Qingtang muttered to the tree silently:

"It's been a year, Yunxi, where are you? You know that Dongchang has never given up, and I have never given up. I have always been looking for you. Can you forgive me? I was wrong. It was me. make a mistake……"

Qi Qi is like him, but he did not know when he was feeling for the laurel tree. There was also a person behind the thick trunk that the few people hugged. At the moment, he raised his head and looked at the dense laurel leaves in front of him.

When she came back from the coat bureau, she took a shortcut and saw it when she walked here. For a while, she thought of the laurel tree in the mansion of Governor Leng.

She folded her hands in front of the laurel tree, closed her eyes and prayed in her heart:

"The sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the little girl Gu Yunxi is here to make a sincere wish. I wish the director of Dongchang Leng all the best, and I hope I will reunite with him soon.

The light breeze passed, the green leaves were whirling, the light and shadow flickered, as if the laurel tree was alive, and received her prayers.

In the wind, the people on both sides of the tree trunk sighed for a while and then walked around the tree trunk synchronously and walked away from each other on the same palace road...

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The night is dim and the evening breeze is blowing.

In Chuxiu Palace, Concubine Xu had no intention of placement.

She instructed Gu Yunxi to make a stew to clear the lungs and moisturize dryness, and then led Jinzhu, Gu Yunxi and two servants to Xiaoyexuan.

A bright moon over my head.

The attendant led the way by the light of the premise, Jinzhu helped Concubine Xu all the way, and Gu Yunxi carried the food box.

Gu Yunyao was working hard at the desk in the palace.

Copying the "Ling Bao Jing" a hundred times in seven days, the time limit is not generous.

Since her daughter was going to leave, Gu Yunyao did not dare to delay after returning to Xiaoyexuan. She immediately ordered Songqin to grind. She sat in front of the book table, copied from noon to sunset, and worked hard even when eating and sleeping.

As the night darkened, the wind penetrated into the main hall through the open window mullions, causing the tiny flames of the candlestick to waver.

Gu Yunyao dropped her brush, rubbing her sour eyes with both hands.

Zhao An saw him and offered a cup of fragrant tea in time, with a soft tone of comfort:

"Master, you have written for a day, so let Songqin wait for you to settle. There is still a few days away from the seven-day limit, and this moment is not bad."

Gu Yunyao cast her eyes down, staring at the pages of the "Ling Bao Jing" spread out on the table, turning her eyes to look at the thick pile of papers on hand, and slowly shook her head:

"It's better to copy more while the palace is still good."

Gu Yunyao picked up the tea cup, opened the lid and took a sip of hot tea, followed by a few violent coughs.

When he shrugged his shoulders, the teacup took off his hands, a cup of water poured onto the paper, and a lot of writing was dizzy.

Zhao An and Jinzhu came to help, removed the empty cup and wasted paper, and dried the tea on the tabletop.

Seeing that almost a day's hard work was all in vain, Gu Yunyao felt sad and couldn't help crying.

Song Qin set the candle lighter, begging:

"Master, let the slave and Grandpa Zhao help with the copy. If you have a lot of hands, you can finish the copy as soon as possible. Anyway, you have to take it to the National Teacher's Road. No one will check the handwriting on it."

Gu Yunyao twisted her eyebrows for a moment, but still felt wrong:

"We still need to be more careful in copying the scriptures, so that we won't be found any shortcomings. Now Xiao Yexuan is in danger, we must be careful in everything."

"Since my sister has this concern, don't let my palace help you."

While talking, Concubine Xu was led by Xiao Yexuan's servant, and walked in from outside with a smile.