Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

?The valley stream, the hut——

Wenrenjun was pushing the door and entering, carrying a hare in his hand, his broad forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the front and back of the Dan-colored jersey had large wet stains. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.wuxiaspot.como

Lu Qiange stood on the head of the bed, stuffing a willow dart into the soft leather girdle around his waist. When he saw Master, he greeted him.

Wen Renjun shook his prey to his apprentice and said loudly:

"The new prey, thinking about burning you up later. Why, are you leaving?"

Lu Qiange nodded:

"Tuer considered it for a long time and thought it was safest to go back to the palace. Now that Dongchang wins the chaos, Kunhuangdao Tuhe should be trapped in the palace. Tuer intends to go to Beijing to lurch and find out some reliable news."

Wenren Junzheng frowned at the two lying silkworms, his vicissitudes of old face showed a touch of surprise, his eyes looked at Lu Qian Geying, and gradually turned to worry:

"Shallow song, are you getting better?"

"Master, don't worry, the disciple's body knows it in his heart."

Lu Qiange talked and laughed happily, stepped on the corner stool with short boots, and continued to organize the ribbons of the leggings.

After throwing away the game, he muttered, Wenren Junzheng said:

"Now you are away from the palace for a few days, and then you will undoubtedly fight the fire with moths when you go back, just in case someone recognizes it..."

When his disciple entered the Swiftlet Pagoda with others, he was almost captured, and his appearance should have been caught by the strange man in the battle. If that person had colluded with the Dayi court earlier, this time the apprentice would return to the palace by himself.

However, at this moment, Lu Qiange is quite complacent, with a relaxed smile flowing with joy:

"Master's worries are not entirely unreasonable, but the disciple still has friends in the palace, and he will help him to tide over the difficulties."

Wen Renjun is staring: "You mean Xin'er?"

The one-armed ranger received two apprentices in the first half of his life, one is Lu Qiange and the other is Chen Wang Huananxin.

In the past, Wenren often ventured into the palace for one person, and at that time taught the young Chen Wang some fists and furs.

Lu Qiange is different. He is the biological son of Princess Anhe and King Wudan. He is extremely talented in martial arts, and Wenren Junzheng is naturally willing to give it away.

Seeing that Lu Qiange nodded and shook his head, Wen Renjun was puzzled:

"What does this mean?"

Lu Qiange did not conceal: "If you can work, your junior will not work. Moreover, the emperor’s fourth princess, Huanan Jiyan, can also help the apprentice. o"

"Four princesses?"

Wenren Junzheng's face changed slightly, his bright pupils locked the young handsome face of his apprentice, and he was sensitively inquiring:

"Is the dog emperor's daughter? How can you trust her?"

Lu Qiange didn't answer immediately. The purple eyes turned to avoid looking at the master's gaze, and the inner force looked like glass, clear and confusing:

"She has a very good relationship with her brother, and she has some usefulness to the disciple."

Wenren Junzheng's expression abruptly faded:

"Utilization goes to utilization, it's better not to regenerate other incidents."

After a pause, he continued to speak:

"Now you are really young. When you took the letter from the princess Anhe to Udan for the teacher, the princess also talked to the teacher. After this Kunhuang incident, when you go back, you have to discuss marrying your concubine. thing……"

"what?!"

Before I heard the man Junzheng finished talking about Lu Qiange, he yelled, and immediately looked anxious, his arms akimbo puffed:

"The disciple has Yunxi in his heart. If you don't accept the concubine, you will not do my business. I only need to marry Yunxi in this life!"

Wen Renjun shook his head in amazement, and sighed helplessly:

"Don't mess around anymore, don't forget your true identity, if you are just a mess, you can do whatever you want, but if you were born in the house of Emperor Udan, it is the prince's responsibility to accept the concubine."

Lu Qiange's purple eyes turned round, his chest was violently upset, and he turned his head angrily:

"Don’t listen, don’t listen, you have always understood me, Master. The Udan throne was my eldest brother Solochi early in the morning. It is naturally his responsibility to accept the concubine. Xi, otherwise I won’t marry forever and hide in a monastery in Dayi, shave my hair and become a monk—"

"You kid!"

Wen Renjun was resentful but was helpless, so he had to gear his hands:

"You are not suitable for her! Ruoer has gone astray since she was a child and admits the thief is a relative, she is already a deceased flower..."

"Master—"

The sentence "Remaining flowers and beating willows" was extremely ear-piercing, and immediately felt cramps in his heart. Lu Qiange yelled in anger, and smashed the chair beside his leg with his palm:

"I forbid you to say that to her! She is a dexterous girl who has a life-saving grace to me. Even if she is not perfect, she is forced by the eunuch, so I will not despise her!"

"you……"

Wen Ren Junzheng was speechless. He was completely shocked by the apprentice's resolute expression. Although he did not agree with his point of view, his heart was touched by the apprentice's enthusiasm at this time. Net o

Looking at each other for a moment, a sigh sounded from the silent thatched house:

"You really have grown up, and being a teacher can't control you, don't talk about it!"

Wenren Junzheng lowered his eyebrows and waved his hand, then calmly watched Lu Qiange dress neatly.

Suddenly on a whim, Wen Ren Junzheng made a temporary decision:

"Apprentice wait, change clothes for the teacher, and go to the capital with you."

"Master?"

Lu Qiange pursed her lips in surprise.

Many years ago, his master buried two of the most painful past events in the capital. Since then, there is no secret important matter, and he will never set foot in Gyeonggi again.

What's wrong with it now?

Wenren Junzheng draped the curtain into the inner room, and the voice of Weng Kuang floated from the curtain end:

"I can't worry about being a teacher, I think I'd better go to Beijing with you, and see Xin'er by the way... I haven't seen him as a teacher for a few years..."

Lu Qiange silenced her eyes.

It seems that the person Master really wants to meet is not Chen Wang Hua Nanxin.

...

In the evening of the palace, thick clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the breeze sent heavy wet steam into the slanted window lattice of Yongning Palace.

When Ming Lan stepped into the main hall, she was stunned by a cold and gloomy aura, and her scalp became numb involuntarily.

Sitting on the top of the chair was Wan Yuyao, with her eyelashes hanging down slightly while tasting the fragrant tea, her white and slender fingertips rubbed against the cold chill, and the stars and moon water gleamed in her eyes.

On both sides, the eyebrows of Li Hu, Tu Muxue and several young palace maids were cold and warm.

"Chen Minglan sees the imperial concubine, Empress Wanan."

Is it an illusion? Why do you always feel that the empress at this moment is being enveloped by a strong killing air.

The surroundings are suppressed and silent.

Without a response, Ming Lan had to maintain a prone posture, and Yunshan misty couldn't feel it for a while.

After a moment, Wan Yuyao finally raised her eyes slowly. Suddenly, two fierce eyes burst out like sharp sword lights, and at the same time, the jade wrist flipped, and the cup in his hand was thrown away fiercely.

The porcelain cup hit Minglan's forehead. Fortunately, it was blocked by the satin edge of the black mesh hat to prevent skin injury, but a cup of hot water was poured on the man's face.

Seeing flowers on her makeup, Ming Lan was too late to wipe it off. She worshipped the ground again in fear and deep fear, her voice trembled with shock:

"The empress is calmed down... What is wrong with what the Weichen did has angered the empress, and I hope the empress will express it, and let the Weichen..."

Above the head, the woman's cold voice raised angrily:

"Good minion, this palace has made you a second-rank admiral with one hand. Now your wings are getting tougher, and you dare to deceive this palace!"

"The empress calm down!"

Minglan's peach blossom eyes widened suddenly. Kneeling on the ground tremblingly, the fingertips of the python sleeves bounced and twitched, taking a deep breath:

"Niangniang is kind to the slave, and the slave dare not deceive the Niangniang!"

Wan Yuyao was full of anger, squinted and stared at Minglan, snorted:

"Huh, dare not to deceive this palace? Then Gu Yunxi is the daughter of Pei Ruye, the former head of the Sishanfang. This is something you knew early in the morning. How can you refuse to report it to this palace?"

Ming Lan's heart suddenly changed, her face drastically changed, her face pale as paper.

Without thinking about it, the person who exposed Gu Yunxi's identity to Wan Yuyao must be Tu Muxue.

Her purpose in doing this was to provoke a gap between the governor and the imperial concubine, and she wanted Gu Yunxi to die without a place to be buried!

What a disgusting woman...

Minglan suppressed his restless thoughts, raised his upper body, and quietly arched his hands in a soft voice, replying:

"Niang Niang, the minister about Gu Yunxi's identity was really doubtful at the beginning, but there is no evidence to find. I wanted to take this woman and interrogate carefully, but I didn't want the person to be hijacked by the hidden mountain bandit a year and a half ago. Then it broke..."

"If you want a clue, there is a clue here in this palace!"

Wan Yuyao smashed her fist, interrupted Ming Lan impatiently, tilted her head to look at Tu Muxue, her eyes quenched with boundless anger:

"Now this palace already knows everything, Minglan, you should know that this palace treats you badly. Your West Factory has caused trouble several times since the day it was built. Tell yourself, which time is it not that this palace was covered up for you by the Lord Long live Now, for the sake of a mere woman, are you determined to have a bad heart with this palace?"

"Niang Niang, the minister and the minister don't have this heart..."

Ming Lan was shocked, shaking her whole body, knocking her head on the ground several times in succession, and her nasal cavity and lips were freezing to death.

The drenched eyes were dangerously raised, and the face sank for a moment, the red lips suddenly released bursts of sneers:

"Hey, it's my fault that the palace is not thoughtful. You have been serving in Yongning Palace for some years, and now Guan Sheng Erpin is in charge of the Xichang and Gongyuan, and you often work hard for official business and have no avatars. If you want to come back to the admiral's residence, there are vacant kangs.

Since the admiral of the East Factory has been paired up by Zhang Luo from the East Palace, this palace will gift one to you today, okay? "

Ming Lan cursed her eyebrows in surprise, not knowing her intentions.

Wan Yuyao's eyebrows were crooked, then she turned her eyes sideways with a smile, and turned to Tu Muxue:

"Xi'er, you originally entered the palace as Gu Yunxi's identity. Minglan is the most favored slave in this palace, and has a role to play in Yongning Palace. He is blue-eyed and Gu Yunxi is blue-eyed on you, so after a while, you Find an auspicious day to join him at his house. You can work for this house together, so this house can sit back and relax."

"Niangniang, you can't do it!"

Tu Muxue was shocked and completely left the palace rules and etiquette behind. The flustered appearance gave Wan Yuyao a trace of contempt.

I didn't expect that cleverness would be mistaken for cleverness. She just wanted to use the imperial concubine's suspicious and moody temperament to provoke Wan's relationship with Xichang. She didn't want that **** woman not only to appreciate her, but also to bring her into the army!

Minglan smiled slyly at this moment, suddenly arched her hands, pinched her voice and raised her voice upward:

"Chen, thank you for your grace."

Wan Yuyao rolled her eyes pretentiously and shook her head at the door:

"Okay, you are wrong if you don't know it, so immediately pick up the broken porcelain on the ground and take it to the courtyard outside to kneel for a while."

"Weichen thank you."

Minglan tugged her lips hard, drawing a stiff smile. When he got up with the broken cup in his hand, his gloomy eyes collided with Tu Muxue's pair of dark and sharp eyes.

The three masters and servants, he secretly had selfish intentions, she wanted to kill someone with a knife. And Wan Yuyao was impartial, each rewarding two people with 50 big boards.

This game is really exquisite.