Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The wind of early winter blew into the courtyard with a chill, brushing across Leng Qingtang's face, making his scalp slightly numb.

He chuckled the girl outside the door and replied:

"Hua'er just came here, and now I'm going to the border commercial street with Yunxi to buy spices."

In an instant, Ji Yan from South China had a sharp color in her eyes, her delicate face was like a frozen river, and she was not moved for a while.

The corner of her mouth was pressed down with bitterness, and the girl turned around and left. Behind her was Leng Qingtang's suspicious voice:

"What's the matter? Come in and wait for him. They will be back soon."

South China Ji Yan stopped abruptly, lowered her head slightly, her tone sluggish:

"When Ah Chi came out, he didn't tell me."

Leng Qingtang didn't know how to pick up her words with a smile condensed at the corner of his mouth.

A bad premonition came to my heart...

The next moment, South China Ji Yan resolutely turned around and rushed into the courtyard gate with a calm tone:

"Alright, I will stay and wait for him!"

The two walked down the corridor one after another.

Leng Qingtang pulled a wooden chair and smiled:

"I will continue to grind these spices later. If you feel cold, you can go inside and wait for them."

The girl looked at a mess at the table in despair, and slowly shook her head, her graceful features were not very attractive:

"Uncle, I just want to talk to you under the corridor."

"Okay, wait, I'll make some honey rose tea."

Leng Qingtang returned to the attic and quickly brought out a plate of refreshments.

The jasper bamboo jointed tall cup is wafting warm, and the white smoke is filled with the smell of honey, sweet and rich roses.

South China Ji Yan stretched out her hand to pick up the tea cup, and the sudden blisters on the backs of those two thin white hands were completely exposed in front of Leng Qingtang.

Seeing his look shocked, South China Jiyan hurriedly used her sleeves to cover her up, smiled awkwardly, and said:

"I accidentally injured..."

Leng Qingtang nodded, expressing understanding:

"Those bubbles are hot oil, right? Are you learning to cook?"

"You, do you actually know?"

Leng Qingtang held the stone pestle and continued to do things, smiling with a hint of humility:

"In the past, I didn't even know how to enter the house, but now I can cook a few simple meals. In fact, life is the same for each of us."

The girl raised her glass in silence, her beautiful eyes hazy with the fragrant smoke.

After a while, her ethereal gaze fell aimlessly to a certain point on the ground, and her voice was lightly shallow:

"Uncle, I want to be as capable as Yunxi. But every time I want to do my best, the more I fail. You teach me, what should I do to be as good as Yunxi?"

The grinding rustle stopped suddenly.

The man turned his calm gaze to the girl, and the flashlight flashed, he realized something.

The girl was already depressed, she felt tight in her heart when she was staring directly at the other's sharp eyes.

"Ji Yan, you are you, there is no need to imitate others."

Putting down the tools in his hand, Leng Qingtang looked towards the clear sky, looking far away at the clouds that wandered leisurely, his eyes calm:

"I believe you are clever and smart, and will not waste your wisdom in trying to become someone else."

The surprised expression instantly turned into infinite grievance, and the girl bit her lip and hurriedly explained:

"but……"

"Ji Yan, you should be quite confident. Confidence is not only a kind of wisdom, but also a tolerance."

The girl said nothing, there seemed to be a sharp sword inserted in her chest, after a long time of forbearing thoughts, she asked suddenly:

"Is your uncle always tolerating your aunt? You trust her like that? Last time Azhu came over, I heard my aunt ask Azhu to do something for her in the room? What is that, can her aunt Did you tell me?"

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The carriage drove for an hour and stopped at a busy street corner.

There is only a double-layered small attic with no courtyard walls on the periphery. The five-color enamel spherical dome is the traditional architectural style of Udan.

When you enter the eye, you can see that the walls of the attic more than ten meters high are wrapped in layers of vines, densely twisted like a cobweb impervious to the gap.

At this time in winter, the walls of long vines are all withered, the leaves are withered, and the winding branches are like countless ghosts and strange shapes, entangled and entangled and enveloped the entire small building.

Even in the daytime, a brick lime-white, lonely and bleak building towering in the sun can be daunting and make people feel chilly.

Two of Lu Qiange's men stood at a distance of five meters near the small building. Seeing that his Highness had arrived, they closed the door of the small building after saluting.

Suddenly, the wooden door opened without wind.

Lu Qiange entered first, and Yun Xi followed, with two of his men guarding the door.

The light on the first floor was extremely dim, and only two or three ignition lights shook slightly in the copper platform.

The air was full of weird smells, which was exactly what the four of them smelled at the ceremony of the alliance on the day of Qiu Kari.

There are large and small square iron cages stacked everywhere. Inside are some live foxes, snakes, roosters and crows. They keep flaring their teeth and claws at Yunxi, looking very irritable.

There are many sealed transparent glass jars on a long table, which contain toads, snakes and some reptiles that cannot be named.

Yunxi was frightened as he watched, pressing one hand on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Upon seeing this, Lu Qiange patted her back and motioned for her to relax.

There was no one on the chair.

Lu Qiange was in doubt, a few sharp and piercing voices came from the southwest corner:

"Go to the second floor, go to the second floor."

With the indeterminate firelight, everyone looked at the sound, it was originally a black feather nine palace bird standing on the hanging bird rack, with a bright yellow beak half open, and its wings stretched lazily.

The voice that just spoke came from this beak.

Now that happened, Lu Qiange also clenched his fists, stepping slowly and cautiously.

This place is really weird, so you have to be careful.

All the way to the second floor.

Looking at it, there is a transparent large room. The six-story bookshelves that are as high as one person are connected in twos to occupy the four-body wall, and each floor is filled with books.

There is a person sitting cross-legged behind the triple plain white curtain, wrapped in a black robe, and on his head is a hat made of animal hair and pheasant feathers.

This person's face covered the Nuo face, it was the wizard who presided over the blood alliance ceremony that day.

"The Third Palace is down."

Seeing Lu Qiange and Gu Yunxi, there was an old and dull voice behind the Nuo's face, she was an old lady who was getting older.

Lu Qiange politely politely, with a pious attitude:

"Master, my friend wants you to host a blood alliance ceremony."

"Needless to say, the last time your people came to see me, they have conveyed the meaning for you. Okay, sit down."

The wizard raised his face to the round table in front of him.

There is a white wax burning in the center of the small table of the car.

Probably because of putting enough phosphorous powder, the light of the candlelight was bright and green at this moment, and it was as strange as a ghost fire floating from the nether world.

Beside the candle is a perfectly round and translucent white wafer ball. The outer body is smooth, and it is reflected by the green flames, and the light refracted is particularly gloomy.

Yunxi's eyes drooped inadvertently, and he only glanced at the base of the Gaotuo crystal ball, and suddenly felt soft, as if he had stepped into the void.

The base of the ball was actually a life-size skull, and two dark eyes were aimed at her, how could she not let her feel cold.

After being seated, Lu Qiange felt uncomfortable with the strange silence for a while.

He put his fist in front of his lips, cleared his cough, and said:

"Master, what is needed for the ceremony..."

"Hush!"

The wizard suddenly raised a finger to keep Lu Qiange silent, the Fang Nuo's face was aimed at Yun Xi's delicate peachy face, and the pair of brown-gold pupils behind his eyes were bright, overflowing with excitement:

"You are Feng Ming, the future Lord of the Eastern Palace——":,,