Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The moon hangs on the branches, and the night is dark.

Before the makeup mirror, Gu Yunyao looked bored.

"Yun Xi hasn't come back yet?" This has been asked many times.

At dinner time, the girl told her her sister bluntly, saying that the four princesses of South China Jiyan invited her to go shopping tonight.

Gu Yunyao would never refute the face of the fourth princess and make her sister embarrassed.

Songqin held the jade comb to straighten out the blue silk on his head, and glanced at the window lattice with frown.

The silvery moonlight outside shined through the blue screen window lattice, and hit the bronze dingxing hut in the temple, misty green smoke.

Song Qin turned his head to look at the sad face of the woman in the Linghua mirror, and he didn't say anything unpleasant:

"Master, the slave and maid would like to say something to you."

The woman looked directly at the makeup mirror and moved her eyebrows, posing a state of respectful listening:

"You speak."

"You should pay more attention to Xi'er. The servant girl always feels that she behaves a bit strangely when she comes to our palace."

On the opposite side of the makeup mirror, the charming face immediately added a heavy frost, cold.

Songqin saw it sideways, bit her lip immediately, and said in confusion:

"Master, when the emperor sent you back to the palace on that day, the performance of Xi'er sending umbrellas in the rain is obvious to all. Today, you see, she was so good that she was close to the fourth princess again..."

"Don't talk anymore!"

Gu Yunyao interrupted the palm with a scream, her body twisted, her sharp eyes were cold every inch, and she pierced her face:

"Yun Xi grew up with my palace as a child. I know who she is in my palace. You are not allowed to get sick at will. Also, if she doesn't care about the emperor, my palace will try to stop it even if she has any thoughts. In a fire pit, how can I allow my sister to jump in again."

"The master calms down, and the slave and maidservant are all about the master's sake."

Songqin kindly reminded but was scolded, feeling wronged, humblely kneeling and begging.

Knowing that my wife has always been soft-tempered and will not get angry easily. However, it was such a gentle and gentle woman, once she started the fire, her deterrence was amazing.

Gu Yunyao slowly closed her eyes and sighed, sitting upright in front of the makeup mirror and taking care of herself to remove her makeup, while she whispered:

"Get up, you are also loyal to the Lord, how can this palace really blame you?"

Of course she would not resent Song Qin.

This female chief followed her from the moment she entered the palace, and was as loyal as Zhao An. She accompanied her in the harem several times, and went through one storm after another from gaining favor to falling out of favor. She has always done her duty.

Gu Yunyao only told Zhao An about the secrets of Yun Xi's life experience, but did not tell her female head.

In the harem, there are often crimes of fighting for favor and harming others. Gu Yunyao will naturally not let her younger sister become one of the women of Emperor Xiao.

Moreover, Yunxi was the daughter of Zheng Ran, a rebel minister. For her, the farther away from the emperor, the safer she was.

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After Shenlehou Wanli and his entourage Zhu Jiu hid in a rockery by the lotus pond, the master and servant were both in black and black robes, and they were inconspicuous in the middle of the night.

Hearing the hurried trot, Zhu Jiu poked his head out from behind the rockery, and saw that the person who came was the **** Xiao Maozi, the head of Weiyan Pavilion.

"Master, people are coming."

Zhu Jiu lowered his voice as a reminder.

When Wan Li took his hand, and Tan Tan walked around the rockery, Xiao Maozi happened to run in front of him.

"Master Hou..."

He was panting badly, out of breath, and frequently wiped the fine sweat from his neck with his five fingers.

Wan Li's sword eyebrows frowned, and he hurriedly asked:

"How's it going?"

Little Maozi hangs his hands:

"Master Huihou, after eating the medicated ginseng soup for half an hour, people fell on the couch and lost their breath. The minion strangled Caiyue to death as you ordered, and hung it on the beam to make it a false martyrdom."

"Ok."

Wan Li nodded slowly, his eagle eyes faintly stared at the waiter, and a shadow of cold light suddenly burst out of his eyes.

"You should know how to reply when you follow up tomorrow."

Xiao Maozi lowered his head and smiled flatteringly:

"Going back to Lord Hou, the minion knows it naturally. Ever since she was released from the ban, she has been neglected by the emperor. She has no mother's family to rely on. Who will look into the violent death now!"

"Okay, very good," Wan Li curled his lips and smiled, raised his brow and flicked his head and ordered his subordinates: "Give him something."

Zhu Jiu took out a purse from its flap and handed it:

"Take it, you deserve it."

"Hey, the slave thanked Lord Hou for the reward."

Xiao Maozi took the purse and turned upside down, grinning suddenly.

Uncovering the silk cord, pour out the gold ingots inside and count the gold ingots carefully. Xiao Maozi's mouth was broken:

"Oh, Lord Hou, put your heart in your stomach. When you and my little lord started to get better, the little lord was forbidden, and the only servants and Caiyue were waiting for her.

The foot restraint is now resolved, and the palace people who have returned are also not aware of this matter. You are generous and good to the minion, and the minion will do things for you neatly..."

A white light flashed in vain, Xiao Maozi only felt hot in his swallow, and the sharp pain quickly spread throughout his body.

He covered the wound on his neck with his hand and bowed his head in a daze, seeing a large amount of blood staining his servant's robe.

Zhu Jiu's five-feeling look is ferocious, the corner of his mouth raised the smile of the poisonous bird, and he flew up and kicked Xiao Maozi into the lotus pond.

Pieces of water exploded in the pond, and the dying man had his throat broken and couldn't scream, and his two arms frantically fished for water to no avail.

Soon, his body sank to the bottom of the pond, and the blisters on the lake surface rolled for a while, and his silence was restored.

Man Li stood by the pool and sighed at the cool water of the full pond:

"Hey, women are really troublesome, you will get pregnant with a touch."

Zhu Jiu retracted the **** dagger into its sheath and looked around:

"Master Hou, it's late at night, and you have to get the key if you don't go to the palace gate."

"Let's go, it's a spring feast tomorrow, and some are busy."

The master and servant walked swiftly forward side by side, passing by a palace wall, and did not notice the wriggling black shadow behind the willow tree, looking sharply at the two people who went away for a long time.

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Lu Qiange walked through the streets and alleys under the night with South China Jiyan on his back, leaped across the ridge to reach a medical clinic, fluttered onto the ground, and rushed in.

"Come here, the doctor, she is poisoned, you can cure her soon!"

In the sixtieth year of Langzhong, he was dressed in a brown brocade robe with a pattern of blessing and a scarf on his head. Seeing that Ye Shen was about to tell the guy to hang the board and close the door, he was shocked by the white-clothed young man who suddenly broke in.

In shock, I saw that he had put the woman on his back on the long table.

Langzhong was stunned, hurriedly lighting up the candle, and looking closely at the lamp with his buddy.

The girl is less than 18 years old, she has a delicate appearance, but she does not know what kind of illness she has committed. Her face is red and her breathing is rapid. Her delicate facial features are tight and deformed.

The doctor placed his palm flat on the girl's forehead, and his eyes were taken aback. He didn't expect her body temperature to be so high at this time.

Across a layer of gauze sleeves, the doctor took the pulse for South China Ji Yan, turned his eyes to her tumbling, sweaty body, and saw the indecent gesture of her limbs tightening and twitching.

Lu Qiange stood aside, his face flushed unknowingly, and turned his head helplessly, not wanting to look at the rapidly changing expressions of the doctor and the man.

After walking in the arena for many years, how can he not know what the problem is with South China Jiyan?

The only blame is that the hateful lady posing as Gu Yunxi actually dragged the emperor's daughter down the muddy water and used these three kinds of abuse on her body.

Seeing the four princesses in such pain, Lu Qiange couldn't bear to ignore it.

However, in order to save others and catch up with him, how should he face the real Yunxi in the future?

For a moment, Langzhong stopped taking his pulse, twisting his beard with his hands, and an expression of uncontrollable laughter on the wrinkled old face.

"You are talking, but what medicine can relieve her pain?"

Lu Qiange waited for a long time and couldn't expect the results, with a sharp eyebrow, and shouted impatiently to the doctor.

The doctor and the guy looked at each other and waved their hands:

"Don't worry, son, this girl... is not poisoned in fact."

Lu Qiange looks irritable:

"Of course I know she is not poisoned!"

When the words were spoken, the two on the opposite side were stunned.

Lu Qiange realized the failure to speak, scratching the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

Seeing this, the doctor smiled and asked:

"Dare to ask the son, which daughter is this girl?"

Lu Qiange akimbo, with a dark voice:

"Don't worry about it! Hurry up and decoct some medicine to feed her to relieve her pain."

The doctor shook his head, smiled leisurely, and said:

"Actually, this girl has a love potion in her body. At this time, the drug addiction is on. The son doesn't know how to dispel the drug addiction for her?"

"you……"

Lu Qiange was speechless, angry and ashamed, startled and panted for a moment, sternly:

"To shut up!"

Leaning over and picking up South China Ji Yan, he stepped out of the hospital.

...

The reeds are swaying, the moonlight is misty, and the vegetation is luxuriant.

Lu Qiange is very familiar with this area. He once rescued Yunxi from Xichang Minglan's **** and took her here to freshen up.

When he found the big bluestone, he put the four princesses on it.

At this time, the medicinal properties of South China Jiyan's body have been exerted to the extreme, every inch of her skin is bathed in a raging fire, and her consciousness is in a mess.

An extremely strong but unfamiliar feeling surrounded her tightly and gradually swallowed her nerves.

"Ashi...I feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

The girl said nothing to leave the man’s broad chest. Under the control of the drug, her arms were surprisingly powerful, like slender and flexible wicker that would cling to him tightly, and her immature arms were surprisingly strong, and her hot face He kept touching the bottom of his neck, greedily sniffing the male breath that belongs to men.

"Hey, stay awake, don't be like this!"

Lu Qiange struggled, and she was entangled again after pushing the girl away several times.

Her little face was flushed, her loose eyes were as feminine as silk, and the tears on the corners of her eyes were fascinating.

Across the two clothes, Lu Qiange could obviously feel the girl's hot skin and disordered heartbeat.

The throat tightened, and the man watched the girl's jade body twisted uncomfortably, and he felt a special feeling in his heart.

"Ashi, help me, it's so uncomfortable... please..."

The girl groaned in a daze, her lips moved, and lumps of hot air sprayed on the man's neck.

Lu Qiange thought of Yun Xi in a retreat, her pupils shrank sharply and regained consciousness.

Sweating all over, Lu Qiange pushed the girl away, slapped her on the cheek with one hand, and shouted:

"Four princesses, look at me, wake up soon, I hear no--"

"Ashi, I'm really uncomfortable... please help me, please..."

South China Ji Yanyan collapsed on the big bluestone. The coldness of the stone and the pain of a man's face were not enough to wake her up.

She was constantly tortured and bitten by a feeling of emptiness and pain, her body tossing and turning on the bluestone like a boneless and smooth snake.

She was crying, crying, running rampantly with her hands, tearing her clothes constantly.

"Hey, stop, stop now ‐‐"

The girl has no clothes to cover her body, and the loose pinkish part of her shirt is trapped in the immature mountains, and she is experiencing intense ups and downs.

Lu Qiange continued to look ugly, and rushed to tie her crazy hands and wrap her clothes.

The girl's weird expression made him angry and distressed. For a while in deep thought, Lu Qiange looked at the red-faced girl deeply and spoke with a straight face:

"Four princesses, I am the one who caused you anyway, this time...offended!"