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

After reviewing several files and memorials on the table, Lou Jingyu stood up and sat down next to Ying Shiyi.

Shoulders against shoulders, bodies touching, they wanted to stick together.

The two people lived together day and night for a long time, and even the fragrance of spring in the snow on their bodies was exactly the same, entangled with each other and indistinguishable from each other.

"Master, would you like some tea?"

Ying Shiyi held a celadon teacup. The tea was at just the right temperature and exuded a refreshing tea fragrance.

It was he who handed the tea to him, so Lou Jingyu naturally wanted to drink it, but he did not take the teacup. Instead, he lowered his head and drank from Ying Shiyi's hand.

Ying Shiyi has experienced a lot of such intimate actions these days, but he still feels shy.

The master always touched his heart suddenly, catching him off guard.

Ying Shiyi raised his hand slightly to make it easier for Lou Jingyu to drink tea.

"Eleven's tea is getting better and better."

Lou Jingyu finished his tea very flatteringly. His handsome eyes looked at him lovingly and gently, and he gently squeezed his hand and praised him.

"Just be careful when making tea next time, don't burn yourself."

He gave another warning out of concern. He was still frightened by the incident a few days ago when Ying Shiyi was burned by wax at night. Fortunately, it was only a slight burn and he recovered in a few days.

Ying Shiyi nodded, smiled slowly, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Master, may I ask you about what Hall Master Lian just reported?"

Although Ying Shiyi heard what he and Lian Jue said, he didn't know what the invitation specifically said.

Lou Jingyu sometimes felt that his Eleven was like a little snail. He was very alert to his surroundings and would retract into his shell if anything went wrong, for fear of saying something wrong and making himself unhappy.

Especially when it came to church affairs, although he often stayed in the study with Lou Jingyu, he never asked many questions or looked into them.

Now that the little snail had finally poked its head out and asked about what he was chatting with others in the study, he naturally had to explain it to them.

Lou Jingyu directly handed the invitation to him and tapped on the plain envelope with his fingers.

"The Dajue Temple is going to chant sutras and give a lecture, and Master Jingtai wants me to go over there."

Ying Shiyi looked at the invitation and nodded, gradually clenching his hands. He had just heard that his master had agreed to go, so he mustered up the courage to ask.

He also wanted to follow and protect his master.

But he was afraid that his master had his own plans and would not let him follow.

So I hesitate to say anything.

Seeing that he didn't drink the tea anymore, Lou Jingyu moved closer to ask him, his warm breath hitting Ying Shiyi's neck.

"What's wrong with Eleven? If you have anything to say, just tell me. It's nothing serious. Just like in the morning, just say whatever you want to say."

Ying Shiyi bit his lower lip. What happened in the morning was just family gossip, but this matter might be official business.

Besides, the master had previously said that he would not allow me to go on missions, so naturally I could not use my identity as a shadow guard to ask for protection...

But in the end, the desire to follow Lou Jingyu overcame his worries.

If I don't follow, Dajue Temple is not close to Chiyang Sect, and it will take a long time for the master to go back and forth.

He was reluctant to be separated from his master for such a long time.

Ying Shiyi was annoyed at why he was so clingy now, whereas he could tolerate not seeing him for several months in the past.

"When the master leaves, can I let my subordinates follow him?"

Ying Shiyi secretly glanced at Lou Jingyu's expression, and hurriedly promoted himself.

"I can drive and protect you, Master. Dajue Temple is simple, without maids or servants. I can make the bed for you, Master. I can even make tea."

Lou Jingyu was amused by his anxious words. His Ying Shiyi always made his heart soft.

Why wouldn't he take Eleven with him? The biggest reason for him to go to Dajue Temple was because of his Eleven.

Holding Eleven's hand, Lou Jingyu inserted his slender fingers into his fingers, interlocking their fingers without leaving any gaps.

"So that's what Eleven wanted to say. What's the big deal? I will naturally take Eleven with me. After all, I still need Eleven to make my bed, right?"

Lou Jingyu started teasing him again, but Ying Shiyi was very happy when he heard that he wanted to take her with him.

He nodded, "I will serve you well!"

Lou Jingyu curled the corners of his mouth, poured out the slightly cold tea, and poured new tea to feed him.

After Eleven finished his tea, Lou Jingyu accompanied him to read a book for a while.

This book is a catalogue of sword techniques and weapons placed in the study. It was used by Lou Jingyu when he was young. It has been collected dust in the bookcase for many years.

Now, because Ying Shiyi was interested in these things, he had read all his books while he was recuperating, so Lou Jingyu took out all the books he used back then and showed them to him.

It was not very comfortable for the two of them to sit by the coffee table and read, so Lou Jingyu took them back to the main hall, where they lay on the couch and hugged each other, with their clothes tangled together.

Lou Jingyu untied Shiyi's ponytail and let it hang behind his back. He rested his chin on his furry head, put his hand around Shiyi's waist to hold the book, and turned the pages with his other hand.

This posture is like holding the person firmly in his arms.

Fortunately, there are more ice jars in the hall than in the study, and there is also a water wall, so I don’t feel hot even if I lean against it tightly.

While flipping through the book, Lou Jingyu explained these moves and matching weapons to Ying Shiyi in even more detail than the coach who trained the Shadow Guards in the back mountain.

And his attitude is very gentle.

He seemed to have endless patience at this moment, unlike his usual tough attitude at work where he would be rude to his subordinates and would never say something a second time.

Ying Shiyi couldn't read the book at first because of this closeness. He thought that his master was beautiful and had a nice voice, which was too distracting.

But later he was infected by Lou Jingyu's explanation, and gradually listened attentively. He felt that his master was really amazing and worthy of being a first-class figure unrivaled in the world.

Thinking that one hour of reading was about enough and that it would be bad for his eyes, Lou Jingyu closed the book and put it aside. He then grabbed the person next to him and turned him around so that he lay on his chest facing him.

Then he received Ying Shiyi's admiring gaze.

Peach blossom eyes are sparkling, filled with admiration and adoration. Anyone who is looked at with such eyes will feel contented and happy.

This is the case with Lou Jingyu.

I felt the complacency today that I didn’t have when I was seventeen or eighteen years old and defeated the best martial artist in the world, shocking the martial arts world.

He pulled the person into his arms and kissed her until Mingyue came to bring him drinks and then let her go.

Ying Shiyi was shy and didn’t know whether Mingyue had seen it just now. She felt a little embarrassed and kept her head buried in Lou Jingyu’s arms without moving.

Lou Jingyu laughed, reached out to take the white porcelain bowl, and waved his hand for people to leave.

"Okay, okay, they're all gone, let's go out and have some delicious food, Eleven."

After coaxing him out, I fed him a spoonful of ice drink and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The icy liquid with a moderately sweet and sour taste immediately attacked Ying Shiyi's taste buds. He nodded, his eyes lit up, and looked at the ice drink in the bowl.

It turned out to be a bayberry and lychee drink.

The deep red bayberry and the white pitted lychee flesh contrast sharply in color. Transparent ice cubes are placed in the red-dyed soup. The sour and sweet taste mixed with the unique fragrance of lychee makes people's appetite whet.

Seeing that he liked it, Lou Jingyu fed him spoonful after spoonful.

Eleven swallowed the lychee flesh in his mouth, looked up and asked him: "Master, don't you want to eat it?"

Lou Jingyu doesn't usually eat these things, so he was allowed to eat first.

"Your stomach can't handle too much cold food. Eat two more bites and I'll eat the rest."

The iced drink was so delicious that Ying Shiyi took a few more spoonfuls, and then the bowl was taken away by Lou Jingyu, with a reluctant look in his eyes.

Lou Jingyu knew that he liked to eat it, but for the sake of his health, he had to ignore the little look in his eyes following the bowl and finished the rest in just a few bites.

Then came a kiss that smelled of bayberry and lychee, refreshing, sweet and sour, soothing all the restlessness of summer.