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

Duan Chunhui gave some instructions regarding Ying Shiyi's wound, and took the opportunity to report the recent affairs of the pharmacy to Lou Jingyu.

Some things required Lou Jingyu to make the decision, and they discussed for a long time before leaving.

As soon as he left, Lou Jingyu went into the inner room. After being separated for a while, he started thinking about Eleven. He really didn't know how he had been able to hold back in the past few days.

When the beaded curtain hanging from the flower cover was pulled aside, Ying Eleven was seen sitting on the bed with his legs bent, his back against the headboard, and the book on his thighs. He was reading seriously, taking a long time to turn each page.

Ying Shiyi's appearance is not particularly eye-catching, but she is very attractive and the more you look at her, the more charming she becomes.

His eyebrows are long and thick, and his eyes are large and bright. However, his eyes, which should be full of affection, appear very cold because of his temperament. If he were to kill someone with a sword, he would look even more cruel.

It is said that a person's heart can be seen from his eyes. Ying Shiyi's eyes are clear with distinct black and white, just like his state of mind, simple and pure, with only Lou Jingyu living in them.

The long and curly eyelashes blinked from time to time, like the fluttering of a small dark blue fan, and Lou Jingyu felt that this small fan was fanning his heart.

"Eleven, have some tea." Seeing that his lips were a little dry, Lou Jingyu poured him a cup of tea, tested the temperature to make sure it was just right, then walked over to the bed and sat down.

Ying Shiyi was flattered and put down the book and reached out to take it.

But Lou Jingyu didn't give it to him, but directly handed the cup to his mouth.

The rim of the white porcelain cup rests on the soft lips, creating a dent in the soft lip flesh. The sharp color difference seems to have an elusive temptation, but its owner's eyes are as pure as water.

"Master..." Ying Shiyi held his hands in the air, feeling helpless, but not daring to disobey him.

Lou Jingyu chuckled, "If we drink like this, we Eleven should get used to it quickly, otherwise what will we do in the future..."

Later? Ying Shiyi thought about this word, and for some reason he felt relieved. He drank a cup of tea following his master's actions.

The tea had a light taste. Ying Shiyi had no knowledge of tea and couldn't tell what kind of tea it was. He just felt that the tea in Canglan Palace must be good tea.

After finishing one cup, when Lou Jingyu asked him "Do you want more?" Ying Shiyi shook his head.

He couldn't taste anything and felt it would be a waste for him to drink it, not to mention that his master was going to bring it to his mouth.

It really tortured him.

"Master, I will obey you and will not get out of bed. Just do whatever you want me to do. Don't worry about me." Ying Shiyi rarely took the initiative to speak, and didn't want to delay his master's business because of himself.

Lou Jingyu put down the cup, knowing that he was considerate, and pinched Shiyi's cheek, but didn't get much flesh out.

I sighed in my heart and thought that I should take good care of my child.

"I've already gone to the study to take care of some things this morning. The rest is not a big deal. There will be people to do it. The most important thing now is to accompany you."

Lou Jingyu glanced at the book placed aside, which was still the book about swordsmanship.

He was afraid that Ying Shiyi would be bored, so he asked, "Does Shiyi have any other hobbies? Do you play chess or play leaf games on weekdays?"

Ying Shiyi shook his head, feeling a little ashamed of himself.

He knew that his master was born noble and had learned the six arts of a gentleman since childhood. He was proficient in playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was also good at writing poetry and prose. In his spare time, he wrote and read every day to amuse himself and cultivate his character.

Compared with his master, his life was really boring. He had no hobbies or interests. As a shadow guard, he had little free time. He was used to wielding swords and guns, so how could he have the time and energy to learn something else?

"Master, I don't know how to play chess or cards." He lowered his head, seeming very ashamed.

After Lou Jingyu asked this question, he felt that he shouldn't have said this, as it made his Eleven feel inferior.

He immediately held the man in his arms and whispered, "It's okay if you don't know how to do it. I'll teach you when you're healed. Let's not play these brain-intensive games for now. Our Eleven is so smart, he will definitely learn it in no time."

His gentle and soft coaxing voice stopped Ying Shiyi from thinking too much. Shyness overwhelmed her inferiority complex, and she snuggled in Lou Jingyu's arms and nodded.

Mingyue just happened to have prepared the medicine and brought it over, so I turned the page.

The medicine delivered gave off a bitter smell from a distance. Lou Jingyu took the medicine bowl and saw that the medicine in the bowl was thick black. It tasted very bitter at first smell.

Mingyue also brought a spoon over, but the medicine was so bitter that it would be easier to swallow it all in one gulp than to take it spoonful by spoonful.

Ying Eleven thought so too, "Master, I will do it myself."

Lou Jingyu nodded, touched the bottom of the bowl with his hand, and handed it to him when he felt it was no longer hot.

Ying Shiyi now needs to take a dose of medicine to recover from his injuries, and another dose of medicine to treat all the major and minor problems on his body.

Even if the best medicinal materials were used, it could not change the thick bitterness of the decoction. After drinking it, the bitterness spread up from the throat, and even the root of the tongue became bitter and numb.

Ying Shiyi took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp without blinking. It was indeed bitter, but he felt it was okay.

Maybe it's because I've never eaten anything sweet in my life, so there's no comparison and I can tolerate it.

But Lou Jingyu frowned with pity for him and quickly stuffed a piece of candied fruit into Ying Shiyi's mouth.

The candied fruit is sweet and can suppress the bitterness in your mouth.

Ying Shiyi hasn't reacted yet. His expression didn't change when he drank the medicine just now, but now he looks a little dazed.

"master……"

With candied fruit in his mouth, his words were slurred, and when he looked up at Lou Jingyu, he was still in a daze.

This look made Lou Jingyu laugh. He raised his hand to push back the few strands of black hair hanging on his chest and rubbed his face affectionately.

Ying Shiyi's face was flushed with red clouds. He was held by him obediently and did not dare to struggle, but he still asked: "Master, is the medicine I drank very expensive?"

He vaguely heard the voices of Lou Jingyu and Duan Chunhui, but they were too far away to hear clearly, and he only caught a few words by chance.

Among them was Lou Jingyu's words that the medicinal materials were withdrawn from his private treasury.

The reason why the Chiyang Sect is able to remain independent from worldly troubles is not only due to the unique swordsmanship and mental skills of its two generations of leaders, but also the immense wealth that the Chiyang Sect has accumulated over the years.

Just talking about Lou Jingyu's private vault, there are countless rare treasures that are not seen by the world. Taking out any one of them would attract people all over the world to flock to it.

Ying Shiyi felt that it was a waste to use these precious things...

I am just a shadow guard. How much can a shadow guard's life be worth? How can I use such a good thing...

He was already very flattered to be favored by his master and to have the opportunity to get along with him like this, and he didn't dare to ask for more...

"I don't want to waste the precious medicinal materials in the master's private storehouse. Using them once is already a great favor. Can you just use ordinary medicinal materials in the future?"

Ying Shiyi still held the quilt in his hands, and waited quietly for a reply after he finished speaking.

Originally, he wanted to refuse when his master was talking to Master Duan, but as a shadow guard, he naturally could not rudely interrupt his master when he was discussing something with others, and at that time he was also mindful of his master's order not to let him get out of bed.

Later, the master came back. Unexpectedly, Mingyue had already prepared the medicine in just a few words. Her speed was extremely fast.

As expected, she was someone who could become the chief maid in Canglan Palace, and she was very efficient in her work.

This is good. I have used this medicine once, so I can say that I appreciate my master's kindness.

But if he had to use the best medicinal herbs in his master's private storehouse every day, he would feel guilty and feel that he was not qualified to use them.

Lou Jingyu is not a person who can put himself in other people's shoes, except for Eleven.

Ever since I started to care about him, I have come to understand his state of mind more and more, and now I also know his concerns.

Sighing slightly, Lou Jingyu gently tapped Ying Shiyi's forehead and said, "How precious can these worldly possessions be? You are the most precious."