After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

The execution hall after noon was always a bit more solemn than in the morning, not to mention it had snowed all night. Although many candles were lit in the corridor, the gloomy atmosphere could not be blocked.

Yingjiu was holding a quilt in his hands and Yingshi was carrying a lunch box. The two of them came on Jiang Yan's orders.

"Ying Shi, doesn't he have a quilt here? Why did the commander ask us to send him a quilt?"

Ying Jiu had been to the Punishment Hall once. When he accidentally caught a glimpse of the Medicine Demon's sinister eyes, he felt scared and didn't want to come over at all.

"He is injured. The weather is cold recently. If he doesn't keep warm, he might die. The master still keeps him for use." Ying Shi said lightly.

Ying Jiu pursed his lips and sighed.

"Alright alright."

The Medicine Demon was sitting on a pile of straw in the cell. When he heard footsteps coming, he opened his eyes and took a look.

Not seeing Lou Jingyu, Yao Mo closed his eyes as usual, as if he was oblivious to what was happening outside.

The guard at the gate opened the door of the cell and let Ying Jiu and Ying Shi in.

"Let's eat." Ying Shi said concisely and put down the lunch box after Ying Jiu put down the quilt.

The Medicine Demon remained motionless, and Ying Shi didn't say much, just turned around and left.

Ying Jiu took a special look at Yao Mo.

Although the man in front of him was a prisoner, had been punished, had been interrogated, and his hair was getting more and more messy day by day, his expression was calm, as if he was sure that he would not die.

This person is too scheming.

Ying Jiu clicked his tongue twice and followed Ying Shi away.

As soon as I came out of the execution hall, I saw Ying Yi coming towards me.

"Brother!" Yingjiu was instantly overjoyed and called him from a distance.

Ying Shi raised his heroic eyebrows, seemed a little surprised, nodded towards Ying Yi, and left alone.

"Are you recovered?"

Yingyi looked at Yingjiu, who was full of energy and seemed to be revived to full health in just a few days.

Ying Jiu nodded, patted his chest and smiled: "Of course, a little cold can't defeat me."

In fact, the cold would not heal so quickly. After all, he had been lying in bed for the past few days and didn't want to get up. But Ying Shiyi often went to see him. Once, he brought Duan Chun back to give him acupuncture, which was very effective after two days and his cold healed surprisingly quickly.

Yingjiu felt that he would have a psychological trauma if he saw Master Duan’s needle again.

The needles are so long! There are so many of them!

Yingyi was amused by his actions, but after a moment he stopped laughing and coughed twice.

"As long as you're healed, that's all." Ying Yi put on a stern face again and warned like an elder, "Take care of your health in the future. You're too old now."

The tone is very mature.

Yingjiu nodded again, "I see. Where are you going, brother? Can I go with you?"

Yingyi was about to nod, but then he remembered that he had just recovered from an illness and should rest more, so he gave up.

"I have something to tell you in the Punishment Hall. You don't need to follow me."

Yingjiu was obviously a little disappointed, but since Yingyi had important things to do, he naturally would not disturb his official duties.

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

Ying nodded slightly and strode forward.

The person who said he wanted to go back still stood there, looking at Yingyi's back, and sighed slightly.

When will our meeting not be so hasty?

When will I stop looking at his back all the time?

Thinking about his own identity, Ying Jiu couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps for him as a shadow guard, this was the best ending.

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The Canglan Palace was quiet and warm in the afternoon. When the incense burnt out, Ying Eleven moved his eyelids and woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Lou Jingyu leaning on the bed looking at him.

"Awake?" Lou Jingyu straightened his clothes.

"Well, Ayu, when did you wake up?" Ying Shiyi sat up and went to get his outer robe and put it on.

Lou Jingyu helped him put on the clothes and said with a smile, "A little while before you wake up."

Ying Shiyi smiled slightly. Ayu always said this.

The two of them didn't have any plans for the afternoon, so they did whatever they wanted, but they couldn't go out because it was cold and the roads were slippery outside.

Lou Jingyu played Nine Rings with Ying Shiyi and drank a bowl of soup. After playing for a while, Ying Shiyi solved it.

There was no point in solving it now that it was solved, so Ying Shiyi put the things aside and said he wanted to practice calligraphy.

After returning from the capital, Lou Jingyu moved a new desk for Ying Shiyi in the outer room, so that he had a place to put the birthday gift that Shen Ziyu had given him.

With pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Ying Shiyi would write for a while every day.

Lou Jingyu prepared a lot of calligraphy copybooks for Ying Shiyi, and also took time out to teach Ying Shiyi calligraphy.

But writing is not about writing well, it is just for entertainment and cultivation of character. Ying Shiyi can write whatever he wants to practice, which is quite easy.

Lou Jingyu also accompanied him to write.

Ying Shiyi's original handwriting was elegant and square, while Lou Jingyu's handwriting was very sharp, floating like clouds and agile like a startled dragon. The contrast between the two people's handwriting was sharp when put together, but each had its own characteristics.

However, Ying Shiyi likes Lou Jingyu's handwriting very much and occasionally copies it.

Today, Lou Jingyu was by his side, so he held his hand and taught him how to write.

Ying Shiyi sat on Lou Jingyu's lap, learning every stroke very seriously, but he became distracted after a while.

Lou Jingyu is a very strong person, like a wolf defending his territory. His aura will permeate his prey, making others dare not covet it.

Being held in Lou Jingyu's arms, with her neck filled with his breath and occasional kisses, Ying Shiyi's face turned red in a short while.

My waist became weak again in a very disappointing way.

But Lou Jingyu asked him as if nothing had happened: "Why is Eleven blushing?"

Ying Shiyi turned around, with a reproachful look in his eyes, but his words were weak: "Ayu, I want to write it myself."

Lou Jingyu was afraid that he would really get angry, so he hugged him and nodded, "Okay, then you write it yourself, I won't touch you."

He put Ying Shiyi on the cushion and asked him to write well. He quietly went to the inner room and walked towards the cabinet.

There is a small box for eleven in the cabinet.

Eleven's notes were placed in the small box.

Lou Jingyu didn't look at it on purpose, he just measured the thickness of the stack of papers.

From time to time he would open the cabinet and take a look, judging by the thickness of the cabinet to see how many notes Ying Shiyi had written recently.

Well, it's thicker.

After all, they see each other every day.

It seems that he writes often, but I have taken up all his time, leaving him with the will but not the energy to write an article every day.

The handwriting on the paper was elegant and serious. Lou Jingyu knew without even looking at it how lovely every sentence was, recording every moment they spent together.

Lou Jingyu did not look through the notes. He carefully put the things back into the box and then closed the cabinet door.

He returned to the outer room and brought a plate of snacks to feed Ying Shiyi who was writing seriously.

"eleven."

"Hmm?" Ying Shiyi slightly covered the words he had written.

Lou Jingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Writing notes again?"

Ying Shiyi nodded embarrassedly.

"Write about what we did yesterday?" Lou Jingyu asked with a smile.

Ying Shiyi looked at him with wide eyes and nodded again embarrassedly.

This is an important matter, so of course I have to make a note of it, but Ayu is so mean. How could he tell me after he had guessed it?