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

"Master, Miss Qiao wants to see you." The guard guarding the door outside the study came to report.

Lou Jingyu's face suddenly turned cold, and his brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again.

He thought it was Eleven.

As soon as he saw the guard coming to report, he lost his excitement. He had ordered that there was no need to report Ying Eleven's arrival.

It would have been better if I had just left.

But after all, everyone was here, and they were guests who came to pay tribute to his mother, so Lou Jingyu couldn't let them go back.

It's just a meeting.

He also wanted to see what the important thing was that Miss Qiao kept talking about.

"come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in mushroom purple clothes walked in.

Qiao Shuhe has a graceful figure and outstanding looks, with bright eyes and white teeth. She wears no makeup and is as pretty as a lotus emerging from water.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be a famous beauty in the world.

"I have met the leader."

Qiao Shuhe bowed to him, her movements were natural and generous, without any shyness.

Her father is the head of Linggu Mountain. Everything she has seen and heard since she was a child has been top-notch, so it is natural that her etiquette and manners would not be bad.

She thought to herself that she finally saw Lou Jingyu again.

He is a favored child of the underworld, a pillar of society. Now that I see him with my own eyes, I can't help but feel excited.

But he concealed his expression very well and remained dignified and polite.

The only thing in her eyes when she looked at Lou Jingyu was undisguised admiration.

She had met him when she was young because of Lou Jingyu's mother.

At that time, I felt that with such parents, as well as his extraordinary comprehension and martial arts aptitude, Lou Jingyu would definitely become a rare talent in the future.

Now it seems to be true.

I saw the man in front of me sitting behind a mahogany desk, his back straight and broad, the aura of a superior exuding overwhelming, making him look even more noble.

Because Lou Jingyu had official business to attend to this morning, he dressed more formally, with half of his long hair tied up with a jade crown, and he wore a dark green robe with dark golden cloud patterns embroidered on the hem.

It is extremely luxurious and yet exudes a sense of mystery and majesty.

Especially those phoenix eyes, which looked at everything indifferently, as if everything in this world was just passing clouds in front of him and not worth mentioning.

This makes people flock to it even more.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Lou Jingyu asked directly without asking her to sit down.

Qiao Shuhe didn't expect him to be so straightforward without even a few words of greeting.

But she was not discouraged. After all, Lou Jingyu was famous in the martial arts world for his cold and indifferent personality. If she was afraid, she would not have asked her father to let her come to the Chiyang Sect.

With a gentle smile on his face, Qiao Shuhe took two steps forward.

"Master, do you remember me? Aunt Yu once brought you to Linggu Mountain. I met you at that time and even practiced sword fighting with you."

The Aunt Yu she was talking about was Lou Jingyu's mother, who took Lou Jingyu back to Linggu Mountain to live for a while.

Lou Jingyu rubbed his forehead. He was tired after handling official business for the whole morning and really didn't want to listen to the nonsense talked by the woman in front of him.

He had indeed practiced swordplay with the young disciples of Linggu Mountain back then, but there were so many people that he had long since lost track of who was who.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. If you have something important to say, please speak up. If not, please leave."

Qiao Shuhe choked. She had originally planned to use the fate of their childhood acquaintance to slowly express her years of infatuation with Lou Jingyu.

Tell him how hard it is for me to see him...

The Chiyang Sect is different from other martial arts sects. It never makes allies or forms cliques. It is neither black nor white and has its own logic in doing things.

As the leader of a sect, Lou Jingyu would not leave the seclusion easily. He seldom participated in such martial arts competitions, sword fights, or tea parties in recent years.

Therefore, Qiao Shuhe had very few opportunities to see him, and it was difficult for her to enter the Chiyang Sect with her identity, so she cherished this opportunity so much.

She thought that if a noble and beautiful woman who was praised by the world analyzed her infatuation with one man for all these years, there would be no man who would not be moved.

Who would have thought that Master Lou would be so straightforward...

Suddenly she didn't know what to say.

There was nothing important at all. It was just an excuse for her to see Lou Jingyu.

"Master, I——"

She was thinking about how to defend herself, but before she could say anything, she saw Lou Jingyu's expression soften, he stood up from his seat, and walked past her.

"Why is Eleven here?"

Lou Jingyu walked up to Ying Shiyi, held his hand, and asked him, "Did you have a good lunch?"

Ying Shiyi looked secretly at Qiao Shuhe after entering the room.

He woke up shortly after his master got up in the morning, but when he heard that his master was handling official business in the study, he went to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the managers were queuing up at the door of the study to report in, so Ying Shiyi did not bother them.

He knew that if he went in, his master would have to take care of him.

He practiced sword alone in the Back Lake for two hours and was sweating a little, so he went back to the palace to wash. Seeing that the time was almost up, he wanted to ask his master whether he wanted to go back to Canglan Palace for dinner.

But unexpectedly, I saw a woman at the door of the study.

Facing his beloved master across the table, Ying Shiyi couldn't help but frowned as they saw how well-matched they were.

I guess it must be Miss Qiao that Master Lian mentioned last night.

It turns out that Miss Qiao is like this. Although she is a gangster, she has a scholarly temperament and looks gentle and generous.

But when Ying Shiyi saw her, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Feeling sour and swollen.

It's better to be held by the master's hand.

"Not yet. I would like to invite the master back to have dinner together." Ying Eleven replied.

Lou Jingyu immediately felt distressed, stroking his wrist bone and said, "Didn't you say you would eat on time? Why are you still waiting for me?"

I couldn't bear to blame him, but I blamed myself.

"It's my fault too. I thought it would be enough to let Mingyue watch over you, and I didn't send anyone back to tell her. Our Eleven is so nice that he still cares about me."

Ying Shiyi lowered his eyes embarrassedly. Although he usually wanted to take care of his master, the fact was that his master took care of him more, and he didn't do anything now.

The master really spoils himself too much.

Lou Jingyu put his arm around his shoulders, smelled the fresh scent of his hair after bathing, and was about to take them to dinner.

He turned around to look at Qiao Shuhe who was standing frozen in place, and waved his hand for the guards to send him away.

The study is a very important place, and we cannot allow an outsider to stay there for long.

Qiao Shuhe could only suppress her irritation and left the study, watching Lou Jingyu walk away with Ying Shiyi with a gentle look on his face.

The jealousy in his heart surged up, and Qiao Shuhe clenched his hands in hatred, and he didn't feel any pain even when his nails dug into his flesh.

Only then did I realize that Lou Jingyu could have different faces. This man who was extremely tough towards everyone was not a cold and inhuman iceberg.

He also has exceptions.

And his exception was actually a man!

The look on Lou Jingyu's face when facing the young man was hard for outsiders to imagine; it was gentle, caring, and full of doting that everyone else could see at a glance; he really held the young man in the palm of his hand.

Qiao Shuhe felt that everything he had experienced before coming to the Chiyang Sect had been overturned, and he returned to the guest house in a state of frustration.