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

Ying Shiyi has been struggling to survive in the southwest since he could remember.

It is the place where Daxia and southern Xinjiang border each other. It is in chaos, with displaced persons and refugees everywhere. Even survival is a problem.

Even though more than ten years have passed, I can still remember the endless crying and the hot and humid air there.

Suffocating.

Ying Shiyi thought that if he had not met his master who was going to the Southwest Branch by chance, he didn't know whether he could survive there to adulthood.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold his master's hand tighter.

Lou Jingyu was so heartbroken that he didn't care that Zhao Buchi was here. He hugged him in his arms and patted his back.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't think about those things, I'm here with you now."

In fact, Ying Shiyi didn't feel wronged and had nothing to be afraid of, but after being comforted by Lou Jingyu, he felt a little sad.

He's really been spoiled by his master.

"Master, I am fine."

Ying Shiyi raised his head from Lou Jingyu’s chest and smiled at him.

Lou Jingyu touched his head and hugged him tighter.

How could his Eleven be so lovable?

"Zhao Buchi, I have never heard of this kind of poison. This is all I remember. You can ask the Prince of Qin behind you to look for it in southern Xinjiang."

When Zhao Buchi saw that he directly pointed out who he was asking about, he no longer concealed it and admitted it directly.

"I am asking this for the King of Qin."

After saying that, he thanked Ying Shiyi again, and then hurriedly went to pass the message to the person according to the clue.

When Zhao Buchi talked about the poison, Lou Jingyu recalled some rumors he had heard in his previous life, some of which he was not sure whether true or not.

It was said that someone close to the Prince's younger brother, the wise and resourceful Prince of Qin, had been poisoned. The Prince of Qin was also a foolish man, so he left the palace with the person.

But who really knows whether she left the palace or sacrificed her life.

But it seems that the time doesn't match.

At this time in his previous life, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin was still diligently giving advice to his brother the Crown Prince and had never tried to find any poison.

Lou Jingyu frowned, slightly startled.

Did his rebirth cause some things to change, or did some people independently make decisions different from their previous lives?

But with Zhao Buchi's help, there will be a chance to meet that person after all.

"Master, is there anything bothering you?" Ying Shiyi noticed that his mood had changed.

Lou Jingyu smiled and didn’t think any more about it. It wasn’t a big deal, so he took Ying Shiyi to have lunch.

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The time in the temple was quiet and peaceful, and another two or three days passed like this.

Lou Jingyu occasionally read the letters from the church and wrote a few replies, which made him have much more free time than when he was in the church.

When some guests who lived in Dajue Temple wanted to visit him, Lou Jingyu ignored them and asked Yingyi to send them away.

He came to Dajue Temple to play and recuperate with Eleven, not to care about these interpersonal interactions.

With that time, he just wanted to spend time with Eleven.

Ying Shiyi got up early in the morning to practice swordplay just like he did in the Chiyang Sect. Lou Jingyu always sat on a stone bench in the yard and watched him, going up to give some instructions from time to time, inevitably bumping into things here and there.

Although Qingliang Mountain is a good place, it is in a temple after all. Lou Jingyu can't do much at night. He can only stick to her and hug her for a while.

Now, while practicing sword skills, I can touch Eleven's slender waist outlined by the black waistband to satisfy my craving.

After practicing sword, the two went to the Sutra Pagoda in Dajue Temple. The scenery there was beautiful and it was quiet. Most importantly, it was convenient for Ying Shiyi to write scriptures.

When talking about this, Lou Jingyu felt resentful towards Jingtai in his heart.

Yesterday, Lou Jingyu took Ying Shiyi and Jingtai out for a meal. Perhaps because Master Jingtai had been with pilgrims and believers for a long time in recent days, he talked about Buddhism and exhortations to people to do good all the time.

Master Jingtai was cheerful and kind-hearted, and was very approachable to young people. As soon as he saw Ying Shiyi, he said that they were destined to be together and asked him if he wanted to practice with him for a few days.

Lou Jingyu broke the chopsticks on the spot.

"Just practice and write scriptures! How dare I have other ideas? I dare not let Master Lou become a lonely man again."

Only then did Lou Jingyu's expression ease a little.

Master Jingtai said at the time that writing scriptures could help people pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, and after saying that, he looked at Lou Jingyu.

Lou Jingyu didn't quite believe it, but Ying Shiyi had some ideas.

Anyway, I'm idle every day in Dajue Temple.

He wanted to write to his master.

The person who is so busy is not Lou Jingyu but Ying Shiyi. He comes to the Sutra Pagoda to copy Buddhist scriptures every two days.

Ying Shiyi was serious about it, or perhaps it could be said that he hoped it was true.

Because every word he wrote was filled with sincerity and piety, he hoped that this would bring blessings to Lou Jingyu.

His master was such a virtuous and noble person, he deserved the best in the world.

As long as it's not bad for his health, Lou Jingyu will let him do such trivial things, even if it's just to kill time.

Master Jingtai was not here today as he had gone to the temple. The Sutra Pagoda was left with only them and a few young monks sweeping the door.

Ying Shiyi spread out paper and pen and began to write stroke by stroke, following the scriptures very seriously.

He always works seriously.

Lou Jingyu didn't disturb him and sat beside him to keep him company.

The light came in from the small window, spreading out into beams, passing through the bookcase where the files were placed, casting angular shadows of light and dark.

Dust particles emerged in the light, drifting slowly with the slightest breeze.

The only sound in the quiet Sutra Repository was the two people talking.

"Does Eleven really believe this?" Lou Jingyu asked, still somewhat curious about his true thoughts.

Ying Shiyi paused and thought for a moment.

In fact, at the beginning he did not understand the profound and obscure principles that Master Jingtai said. He just felt that as long as he was good to his master, even if it was illusory, it was better to do it than to do nothing.

But now, he had been concentrating for two days while copying, and because Zhao Buchi's incident a few days ago reminded him of his childhood, he felt that it was destined by heaven.

"I believe that sincerity will work." Ying Shiyi's features became gentle and affectionate, and he looked at Lou Jingyu and said.

"Because the master was given to me by God, and there are no gods in the world, so the gods and Buddhas took pity on me and let the master come to save me."

These words made Lou Jingyu feel soft in his heart, and he leaned over and hugged the person.

"My silly Eleven, you are also a gift from God to me."

He restrained himself and took Eleven's hand, lowered his head and kissed his slender fingers, which barely calmed the turbulent waves in his heart.

Ying Shiyi only felt burning and numb where his master's lips touched.

It's just fingers.

It had happened before in more intimate places.

Why do I feel so hot in my heart now?

Perhaps it was because his master's words were too sweet, like sweet maltose and fragrant pastries, that he fell into the trap of Lou Jingyu.

When they looked at each other, the master's eyes were as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

Ying Shiyi felt that even if it was a deep pool from which there was no escape, he would be willing to drown.