Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

When Gu Yunxi turned over and woke up, it was bright.

She felt dry in her mouth and tongue, and her forehead was so painful that she was about to split apart. She got up, the moment her feet touched the ground, it seemed as if she had stepped on cotton, and her sudden dizziness made her numb body sit directly on the ground.

"Woke up?"

The young son's gentle voice overflowed from the back room.

Gu Yunxi set him a rule, if he wants to eat and drink well in the admiral’s mansion, he must stay in the back room during the day and he cannot move out even a single step.

"Ok……"

Gu Yunxi got up while rubbing the painful (fart pi ), and saw the wine jar on the table, immediately sober up.

"I, I last night..."

She looked nervously behind the bead curtain in the inner room, her face flushed and she lowered her head in shame.

I was in a bad mood last night. I learned how to hide in the house and drink boring wine, but I was so frivolous in front of that handsome swinger!

God knows, after I got drunk, did he do anything more extraordinary?

"After you got drunk last night, you fell asleep on the (bed chuang)!"

In the back room, the young man said lightly, but he didn't mention to her the plot of someone snuggling in his arms and making a fool of himself.

Gu Yunxi’s attention was caught by the weird sound of "噌, 噌". She walked to the bead curtain and looked inward, and saw that the handsome young man had obtained a branch from nowhere, and was sitting cross-legged on the floor. The other The dagger in his hand was repeatedly cutting on that branch.

"What are you doing?" Gu Yunxi raised the curtain and asked curiously.

"Can not you see?"

The white-clothed boy asked indifferently, without lifting his eyelids. In his hands, the cutting speed is getting faster and faster, and the strength has increased a bit.

Last night, Gu Yunxi's drunken remarks made him feel like he had a slap in the face, and his mood of tasting wine was instantly broken.

Anyhow, I also fought against the great **** of Dongchang. Seeing that the man was old enough to be the uncle of this little girl, how could she make her feel deeply attached to him?

Outside the house, the north wind was raging, and the momentum was getting worse. It was indeed too late.

The young son was suddenly depressed, let go of the empty cup, and held Gu Yunxi who was sleeping deeply with both hands.

In the past few days, the sword wound on his arm has been healed, but he can still feel tenderness with force. The young son endured the pain, and walked gently and steadily, lest he might disturb the drunken beauty in his arms to sleep.

He laid her flat on the (bed chuang) and covered her with a quilt. He returned to the house, lying on the floor and fell silent.

All night, he lay in the back room and heard clearly, and she in the outer room (bed chuang) yelled "Supervisor" in her dream all night...

"Who is the admiral of the East Factory?" The sharp blade passed the **** (color) wood section, and stopped quickly.

His voice was slightly dull, but without any emotion.

Now that the person is awake, he has to find out.

After hesitating, Gu Yunxi said silently:

"...What do you care about..."

Then he looked down with bitter resentment, and infinite sadness suddenly gathered on his delicate face.

"Can you tell me?!"

The young man continued to cut the branches with his dagger, and the rubbing sound seemed to be tight, and it spread bluntly and suddenly in the quiet room, like a constant anger. At this time, he was eager to know the answer, but he was afraid of the answer.

"... he saw me grow up, he... treats me very well..."

Gu Yunxi had no choice but to make a roundabout answer.

"Oh? So..."

He stopped his hands again, a pair of brilliant and clear zbb mobile version reading URL: m..