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

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ying Shiyi didn't practice sword for several days. It was not because he was lazy, but because his legs hurt.

The master's punishment was a bit "heavy".

Lou Jingyu felt extremely distressed, but he also knew that he had gone too far. The skin on his thigh was so delicate, how could it endure a whole night...

He held the person in his arms, lifted up his robe and took a look. His skin was extremely red and a little broken.

I was very upset for a while.

Ying Shiyi is shy and doesn't want the doctor to see her.

Moreover, he felt that this was a wound that was so small that it couldn't be any smaller. He didn't care about it at all. It was not as painful as the usual bleeding caused by a sword or a knife.

The master is making a big deal out of nothing.

There is no need to apply any ointment or see a doctor. It will heal on its own in a few days.

But Lou Jingyu didn't think so. He left Ying Shiyi in Canglan Palace and went to the pharmacy himself.

He threw the scar removing ointment back to Duan Chunhui, warned him, and asked him for another ointment.

Duan Chunhui took back the scar removal ointment angrily and said that the leader would find out.

But when he heard what Lou Jingyu wanted, his eyes lit up and he looked curious.

"Master, what have you done?"

Lou Jingyu glared at him with a cold expression.

"Nothing," he said.

Duan Chunhui snorted twice, "I don't believe it."

Lou Jingyu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he took the ointment and left.

After returning to Canglan Palace, he washed his hands and applied ointment to reduce swelling and heal Ying Shiyi. He then held the person tightly and refused to let go, even preventing the person from walking.

"Okay, An An, it's my fault."

Lou Jingyu never knew that he was such an impatient person. He thought that maybe the pot of osmanthus wine also made him drunk.

Ying Shiyi never gets angry with Lou Jingyu, she just feels shy.

He nestled in Lou Jingyu's arms like a rabbit, with his ears turning red.

"Master, I'm fine, don't apologize." He raised his hand and touched Lou Jingyu's face.

Lou Jingyu bent down and kissed his eyes.

How come his eleven is so good.

Makes him want more...

But we still have to wait for someone to recover...

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Having been busy the past few days, Lou Jingyu became more relaxed after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Time in Danqi Mountain is quiet and long. The distant mountains still look green, and the branches and leaves of the trees in the Chiyang Sect are as green as ever, making people feel that there are no four seasons in the mountains.

Lou Jingyu now has plenty of time to accompany Ying Shiyi. Once Ying Shiyi feels better, he will take him to the nearby mountains for autumn hunting.

He wanted to stay in the Chiyang Sect after returning from Dajue Temple and didn't go out to play much. While the weather was good, he should take the boy out for some fresh air.

The place for the autumn hunt is much lower than the terrain of the Chiyang Sect. There are large areas of grassland. The originally lush green mountains at the foot of the mountain are dyed with layers of orange and yellow, which is a sign of the arrival of autumn.

The fresh air in the wild makes people feel relaxed and happy, and their mood becomes much more relaxed.

It is the harvest season, and there are many fruits in the mountains and fields.

The two men went out early in the morning, both riding horses, and brought with them Shadow Three, Shadow Four and several guards.

Lou Jingyu was riding a maroon horse through the woods, full of high spirits and a bit of arrogance.

He would just glance sideways from time to time to see if Ying Shiyi was still by his side, and would only continue walking forward when he saw someone following him.

Suddenly he saw a figure running fast through the woods. The man stepped on the stirrup, loosened the reins, drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, drew the bow and shot the arrow. He fixed his phoenix eyes on the prey and released the arrow.

All I heard was the sound of an arrow flying through the woods and hitting its prey.

The gazelle neighed a few times and tried to escape, but another arrow shot at it from behind and it fell down.

Lou Jingyu smiled slightly and looked at Ying Shiyi who had just put down his bow behind him.

"Eleven is amazing."

Ying Shiyi pursed his lips and smiled, "No, I just shot another arrow. It's my master's skill that I didn't even see any prey passing by."

"Eleven, why are you so modest? If you hadn't shot the sheep with your arrow just now, it would have run away. Eleven is a pretty good archer."

Lou Jingyu always likes to praise his Eleven whenever he gets the chance.

Now looking at Ying Shiyi riding on a horse in a black riding suit, his black headband fluttering in the breeze, and the sunlight making his hair shine.

The young man still had an almost shy smile on his face as he looked at Lou Jingyu.

Lou Jingyu was very excited for a moment.

"Whose little boy is this?" Lou Jingyu couldn't help but want to tease him and said with a smile.

Ying Shiyi also smiled and walked to his side holding the reins.

Lou Jingyu usually wore his luxurious black robes with gold patterns of various styles, which made him look majestic and tall, making people involuntarily submit to his aura.

Perhaps for the convenience of riding today, he wore a pale blue brocade robe with narrow sleeves. Although the style was simple, it made him look very heroic.

His hair was no longer half tied up and half loose, but was all tied up with a jade crown, making him look particularly lively, refreshing and handsome.

When Lou Jingyu smiled like this again, Ying Shiyi's ears turned red.

He suddenly had an idea and smiled, "It's from the family of Lou Jingyu, the leader of the Chiyang Sect."

Lou Jingyu felt as if his heart was touched and was touched by Ying Shiyi's words. He leaned forward, regardless of his position on the horse, and pulled the person to give him a kiss.

He thought it was a good idea to go hunting, as his own heart had already been hunted by Ying Eleven.

As the night deepened, the two of them returned hand in hand, carrying their quivers and bows.

Both of them were excellent archers and they hunted a lot of prey, which would probably take them a long time to eat.

Ying Shiyi looked a little troubled. If you eat it all the time, you will get tired of it.

It would be better to share some with others so that it won’t be wasted. The game is just for tasting fresh.

But he wanted to keep those foxes.

When Ying Shiyi was hunting, he noticed that the fur of these foxes was snow-white and looked to be in very good condition. He deliberately chose the angle so that the arrowhead did not damage the fur at all. He shot them specifically to make a fox fur coat for his master.

Lou Jingyu knew that he was sincere and felt warm in his heart, so he naturally agreed.

So they only kept a few foxes and some of Ying Eleven's favorite food, and gave the rest to other people in the sect.

In the following days, there were dishes made with game meat, such as chestnut-roasted pheasant, quail soup, pigeon soup, braised rabbit legs, yellow mutton soup...

The game from the mountains has firm meat and tastes a little different.

After coming back from hunting, in addition to practicing sword every day, Ying Shiyi plays chess, reads books and writes every day.

Lou Jingyu accompanied him and taught him what he had learned bit by bit.

Ying Shiyi didn't feel bored. As long as he was with his master, everything he did was good.

But I felt that the food was too good. I even gained some weight by eating so much.

When he got up in the morning, he stood in front of a bronze mirror and looked at himself, trying to see the difference between himself and before.

But she is still tall, with long and straight legs, and a well-proportioned figure, without any fat at all.

On the contrary, her complexion became much rosier than before, that is, her originally thin cheeks had grown a little more flesh, and looked more rosy.