you are my color

Knowing the details of Mo Yan, Wen Qing relaxed a lot.

Originally, he was still thinking, judging from Yan Qiancheng's disgust and malice towards the original owner, he didn't know how long he would have to survive until he had the means to protect himself.

But with the inkstone, he can still clean the air every day.

Life is safe, and the rest can be planned slowly.

The most urgent thing is to have a good relationship with Mo Yan, a teammate. Wen Qing thought it was quite novel to think of the sealed general consciousness sleeping in his body.

"Then what is the host going to do next? Are you still going to the palace?" the system asked.

"Yan Qiancheng is so contemptuous of the original owner, I'm always going to hang in front of his eyes, isn't it just to make trouble for myself?" Wen Qing said.

If it was in the past, the system would definitely worry about the mission, but now it agrees and says: "That's right, you can attack the ink inkstone first."

Mo Yan had always secretly liked Banbi in his heart, but now he just wanted to find a good time to fully arouse this love, so that Mo Yan would never take even a small step back.

Although Mo Yan had promised him not to betray or cheat, but that was all from the secret guard to the national teacher.

What Wen Qing has to do now is Mo Yan's sincerity.

If it is placed in the interstellar era, there are many ways for two people to cultivate rapport, they can go shopping together, they can go shopping, they can do like-minded things.

But half of the characters are not good.

The surface of the half wall is pure and refined, no matter what the heart is, at least on the surface it is impossible to really take the inkstone and go wandering around.

If one way does not work, another way can be changed.

The original owner liked Yan Qiancheng for so many years, although he hadn't really confessed his love, he made many small things for him in private.

Handmade jade pendants, pills made from rare medicinal materials in the world, and those pictures.

Wen Qing turned them out one by one and put them together.

It took a lot of effort to find it. After all, with the temperament of the original owner and his living environment, the gifts that were made were destined not to be sent out, and they were afraid of being seen, so they were all hidden in a place where they would not be found.

Not only can others not find it, but after a long time, even the original owner can't remember where it is.

With the help of the system, Wen Qing struggled to get everything together.

"Host, Moyan is here." The system reminded him.

Wen Qing smiled: "Exactly, he is waiting."

When Mo Yan entered the door, he didn't deliberately make a sound. This was a very rude thing in the past, and it will never happen.

But ever since the young man entered and left the palace, something seemed to have quietly changed between the two of them.

Although he still abides by his duties as a subordinate, and the young man is as high-minded and self-reliant as before, Mo Yan can't help but follow the young man's gaze.

I even want to know more about this quasi-National Master.

When he pushed the door straight in, he deliberately ignored the real thoughts in his heart, telling himself that he was only doing it to take better care of Master Guoshi.

The sound of the door alarmed the people in the room. With a shake of the man's hand, a scroll fell from his hand into a wooden box.

The wooden box was ordered by the boy a few days ago to bring it here.

At that time, he thought that the boy was trying to pretend to be something, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Banbi stood up and subconsciously stood in front of the box, blocking the man's sight.

"Moyan, what's the matter?"

The voice was always cold, but the man felt a little bit of concealment from it.

Not right, absolutely not right.

As before, Mo Yan was doing what a subordinate should do: "There is a truckload of ice brought from the palace, and I want to ask if my lord can send it directly to the ice cellar?"

If it was in the past, when the young man heard about the affairs in the palace, even if he didn't show it on the face, there would definitely be some joy in his eyes, so he went to see it for himself.

This time, he only said lightly: "Send it."

Mo Yan bowed his head and left. When he closed the door, he saw through the crack of the door that the young man turned around anxiously, facing the box.The scrolls that fell just now happened to be scattered, with a little line protruding from the side of the half wall.

Those are the eyebrows and eyes of a person, exactly like His Majesty today.

A dark tide rose in the man's eyes.

"Host, this method doesn't seem to work." The system said.

"What's wrong?"

"According to the normal process, since he saw the picture of Yan Qiancheng's rival in love, he must be jealous. Even if he didn't explode directly, he should at least rush in to make sure? But he left without looking back."

"It's normal. After all, I haven't really given him any hope now. Although I said before that I would forget Yan Qiancheng, in his eyes, maybe it was just a drunken talk after a moment of sadness. He didn't give him the motivation to move forward. He How dare you take the first step.”

"Then what should I do? If there are more hints, the character design will not be able to hold it."

"No, if I'm not bad, he should come over tonight."

At night, in the middle of the moon, the entire Guoshi Mansion was shrouded in silence.

A tall and slender man slowly walked over.

Several hidden guards lurking in the dark saw that they were the leaders of their own family, so they didn't show up. They just gave a salute in the dark and continued to perform their duties.

Hei Yan walked to the half-walled bedroom, reached out and tapped lightly.

The voice was very deep, neither fast nor slow, which completely showed the master's calmness.

No one answered.

Slowly, with force, he pushed the door open.

There is no light in the room, but there are a few night pearls in the corner emitting a faint light, although it is not as bright as during the day, it is enough to see the situation in the room clearly.

The curtain in front of the bed was hanging down, and one could vaguely see someone sleeping inside.

The man stepped in and closed the door.

Up to this moment, he hadn't decided whether he should wake up the boy or search around first when he came here at this hour.

He just followed his heart.

Lifting the curtain, the young man on the bed was sleeping soundly, his usual coolness and luxury were all gone, his fair and tender face was flushed from sleeping, but he looked a little cute.

The man looked at it, and couldn't help but feel moved.

The words that originally wanted to wake up the boy were swallowed back into his stomach.

He looked around subconsciously, but saw nothing.When he looked down, he saw that the boy's coat was not folded neatly as usual, but was randomly piled up in a ball.

One has fallen to the ground.

He walked over with light steps, reached out to pick up the coat, and he couldn't help being stunned when he saw it out of the corner of his eye.

There is a depression on the side of the jade bed, which is not very big, and it is usually covered by a curtain, so it is not conspicuous.

If he hadn't lifted the curtain and squatted down to pick up the clothes, it would be difficult to notice it.

There is something inside the depression, judging by the shape, it looks like a box.

He thought of the things he saw during the day, and the wooden box he helped the young national teacher get back a few days ago.

For some unknown reason, he stretched out his hand there, and took out the wooden box silently.

The wooden box was not heavy, so he opened it and looked. Inside were mostly light scrolls, a few jade rings and jade pendants and other gadgets, some of which looked good, and some of which looked ugly at first glance.

But regardless of whether it looks good or not, at least it can be seen that the owner of the box cherishes the contents very much.Afraid of damaging these things, they were deliberately separated from the wooden box boards with soft velvet cushions.

He accidentally took out a scroll and opened it gently.

Inside was a man with thick eyebrows and stern eyes, looking at him coldly.

The ink inkstone draws out the next one.

It's still the same man, just with different clothes and a different background, with the same cold eyes.

Then the third, the fourth...

All the scrolls have the same people painted on them.

Mo Yan didn't know what it was like in his heart, it seemed to be rolling in boiling oil, or soaked in poisonous juice.

He reached for a small jade pendant at the bottom.

The jade pendant is not too big, so it is not worn by grown men.Although the quality of jade is good, it's a pity that the knife workmanship is really not that good, it's a pity that such a piece of material is lost.

Mo Yan looked impetuous.

When he was about to put the things in his hand back to their original places, the person on the bed suddenly moved.

The boy turned sideways, facing him, with a smile on his lips, and called "Brother Cheng" in a low voice.

The voice was very clear and pleasant, but it was not as ethereal as usual, but rather coquettish.

It's like a young man who is pregnant with spring is missing his lover.

Even if that lover has been teasing him, he doesn't like him.

"..." The fire in Mo Yan's heart burned up.

Why?

Why does that man treat the boy so much, but half of him still loves him so deeply?

Didn't you say that you don't like it anymore?Didn't you agree that as long as you don't betray, you will always be together?

Even if it was a promise made by a quasi-national teacher to his subordinates, it had nothing to do with love, but, but that man who was deeply loved was even more unworthy of his love!

Mo Yan's hand was tightly clenched, and when he realized it, he realized that the whole jade pendant had been crushed into powder by him.

Probably because he was too hot to sleep, the boy frowned, moved his legs, and kicked most of the quilt away, revealing a pair of white and beautiful jade feet.Even the trousers of one leg were pulled up a little, and the slender ankle was looming.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the man's nose smelled a faint fragrance.

He stared at those feet for a long time, then stepped forward, pulled the corner of the quilt, and covered the boy again.

Probably because he felt the quilt being pulled, he half-opened his eyes in a daze. At this time, the young man is just an ordinary person, how can he see that he is about to become a high-ranking national teacher?

After watching for a long time, Banbi realized who the person in front of the bed was. He rubbed his eyes: "What's wrong with the inkstone?"

The man lowered his eyes as usual, and his voice was flat: "I'm worried about you, come over and have a look. You kicked the quilt."

The last sentence undoubtedly explained why he was standing by the bed.

Half the wall let out an "oh", probably not fully awake yet, the reaction was much slower than usual, just when the man was about to withdraw, he suddenly said without thinking: "Call master!"

Moyan is as good as he is good: "Master!"

Only then was Banbi satisfied, rubbed himself under the quilt a few times, and said vaguely: "Go down, there is no need to watch the night."

The man's dark eyes swept across the depression at the foot of the bed, and he retreated step by step.

"Host, this trick won't work!" the system yelled.

"It's just laying the groundwork. What's the rush? It's the middle of the night, let me sleep for a while. If you don't recharge your batteries, what should you do next?"

"Then what's the next step?"

"Wait."

Wait?What are you waiting for?

The system didn't want to understand, but soon, it knew.

Probably because he became addicted to studying in the palace last time, and in the next few days, the palace issued several orders in succession to let the boy enter the palace.

But Banbi only said that since he had a sudden illness in the palace last time, he hadn't recovered yet, and he was afraid of angering His Majesty, so he refused.

Those who can receive the edict but do not obey it, in the whole world, only the national teacher has this kind of power.

Yan Qiancheng yelled several times but didn't move, and was very angry.

He was determined to frighten and frighten the teenager.

Since it is not good to be sick, let's be sick for a while longer.

So one night, the National Teacher's Mansion was attacked.

Most of the assassins were directly blocked in the mansion, only a few seemed to be particularly familiar with the State Teacher's Mansion, and easily touched the boy's bedroom.

When the door was kicked open, the boy didn't sleep on the bed, but hurriedly hid something behind him.

The shining sword light almost hurt his eyes.

The assassins who rushed in were particularly agile, and they had obviously received special training, and they were killer moves when they came up.

The young man took a few steps back and avoided it. Before he had time to say anything, he saw one of the assassins with a strong sword, slashing straight at the wooden box.

That wooden box was what he intended to hide.

Banbi was shocked, and shouted out: "No!"

The window was shattered with a "bang", Mo Yan crashed in, blocked in front of the young man, and fought with those assassins.

Banbi seemed to be out of state, and stood there blankly. After a while, he remembered something and ran to the wooden box.

Seeing an opportunity, an assassin broke away from the battle group and rushed towards him.

The boy turned his back to this place, without noticing it at all, he was bending down and carefully putting his hand into the box.

As soon as Mo Yan raised his strength, the zhenqi in his body circulated. He rushed over and beat the assassin with his backhand until his muscles and bones were broken. He spat out blood, but he was also stabbed by other assassins, drawing a long line on the back of his shoulder. the wound.

As soon as the boy turned around, a few drops of blood splashed from Mo Yan's wound fell on his face.

He couldn't help but froze for a while.

The few remaining assassins were all good. Although they were not as good as Mo Yan, they formed a small killing formation, and it was difficult for Mo Yan to get rid of it for a while.

But Mo Yan was not nervous.

Others don't know about half of his skill, but Mo Yan understands it clearly.

Even if you haven't passed the National Teacher Grand Ceremony, you can't use those fairy methods, but in terms of force, there is no one in this world who can match the quasi-National Teacher.

The saying that one person can become a hegemony is not casually said.

Although the young man was in chaos for the first time, he didn't react for a while, but I believe he will be able to...

With this thought in mind, Mo Yan persisted until he killed the last assassin in the palace.

There were several more wounds on his body, and there was even a deep bone.

Mo Yan pulled the long sword out of the assassin's body, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down the sword body, gathered at the tip of the sword, and fell to the ground drop by drop, forming a puddle of blood soon.

Only then did the boy come up, stretched out his hand to take off the man's clothes, his tone was calm, without any panic: "I'll help you look at the injury and apply some medicine."

His wrist was held by the man, Mo Yan looked at him with dark eyes, and slowly moved his fingers to the young man's veins.

Half of his hands trembled, he suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and quickly stepped back, but was approached by a man, tripped over the edge of the bed, and fell down on the bed instead.

Mo Yan's voice was depressing and calm, full of the imminent wind and rain: "Master, where is your internal strength?"

The strength of Banbi's force is something that Mo Yan has never seen before.That abundant inner strength is unmatched by anyone.

But when he tested his pulse just now, he found out that the opponent's body was empty, and there was no trace of internal energy.

No wonder the assassins all rushed in, immediately with swords on their bodies, but the young man just avoided and didn't fight at all.

It's no wonder that watching him being stabbed one after another, the young man clearly showed concern in his eyes, but he just stood aside and watched.

"Master, where's your internal strength?" Seeing that the boy didn't answer, he asked again.

Banbi frowned, trying to put on his usual air: "Get up!"

Mo Yan swayed, and his whole body fell down, pressing on the young man.

The young man was taken aback, and subconsciously caught the man's body. He wanted to push it away, but when he saw the vertical and horizontal scars on his body, he didn't use any force after all, and just looked away impatiently.

All concerns and worries are masked with impatience.

Mo Yan whispered in his ear: "Master, where is your internal strength?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" The young man said sternly, afraid of aggravating his injury, he didn't dare to push him, but he didn't want to answer his question.

Probably due to excessive blood loss, Mo Yan's eyes are a little scattered now, and what he sees is the young man's snow-white neck, and the most vulnerable part seems to be able to be bitten with one mouth.

I don't know if I can hear this person's wailing like a cub.

As the man thought, he smelled a dark fragrance again.

He shrugged his nose subconsciously, and finally found that the source of the faint fragrance was actually the young man.

Feeling that the man on his body no longer spoke or moved, he seemed to have fainted, half of the body cautiously stretched out his hand, and moved the inkstone aside.

The man was seriously injured, he frowned, turned around and lifted the lid of the wooden box, and was about to reach in when there was a sudden sound of wind behind him, and then a fiery embrace hugged him tightly.

"Even if he dies, you still have to protect him, right? You almost died just now, but what you were thinking about was still this broken box!"

The man's voice was full of suppressed pain and injustice, he was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to say anything, he was caught and returned to the jade bed again.

This time he was still being suppressed by the man, but he didn't even have room to move.

"You like him that much?"

"Who are you talking about?" Banbi asked in confusion.

Hearing these words in the other party's ears, he undoubtedly felt that he was pretending to be stupid.The man was evil from the heart, and bit the side of his neck, grinding his teeth hard, and soon tasted the blood.

Half of the wall hurt and began to struggle.

"Presumptuous!" he said angrily.

From childhood to adulthood, except for Yan Qiancheng, no one treated him carefully and complimented him with a smile on his face.

This was the first time he was thrown down or even bitten by someone.

In particular, the person who bit him turned out to be the leader of the secret guard who should be most loyal to him!

The boy decided to replace the leader as soon as his injury healed!

His resistance was a kind of rejection to the man on his body. Mo Yan's sanity was no longer clear, but he still remembered the scene of the boy who was almost killed by the assassin and still wanted to run to the wooden box.

It's nothing more than because it is full of portraits of Yan Qiancheng!

"Don't go..." he murmured, slowly loosening the side of the boy's neck.

Just when Banbi heaved a sigh of relief and was about to find a chance to escape, the man suddenly lowered his head and bit his throat!

"...Mo Yan!" The young man felt that his patience was almost exhausted. If it wasn't for his physical condition, he would have killed the man with his palm.

The anger in his heart paused for a moment when he touched the sticky blood, and then slowly cooled down.

In any case, at the most critical moment, it was this man who stood in front of him and saved him.

Now Mo Yan's life is dying, but he is unscathed.

Half of the heart is a little soft.

"May I help you get the medicine?" The young man softened his tone for the first time and asked, "You need to pack your injury, or it will get worse."

"In my bosom... Huichun Wan." The man murmured.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he let go of the young man's vitals, and half of him hastily turned his head, trying to stay away from him.

Huichun Pill is a rare panacea in this world, but it is definitely not the best in terms of the effect of healing wounds.But seeing that Mo Yan would rather lose consciousness than move quickly, half of him still took out the white porcelain medicine bottle on his body.

As soon as the lid is opened, there is a faint medicinal fragrance.

He poured one out of the wall and put it in the man's mouth.

The man stuck out his tongue to swallow the pill, and his lips touched his palm, which was soft and hot.

"You have a fever, lie down." The boy reminded the man.

But the ink inkstone was only containing medicine and refused to move.

There were chaotic footsteps outside, it was the guards in the mansion who came to check on the situation of Master Zhun after clearing out the assassins.

"My lord, my lord, are you in there?" asked the leader.

Although the door was half open and a window was broken, as guards, they were absolutely not allowed to enter the adult's bedroom without permission.

"Where's the assassin?"

The voice from inside was as cold and lifeless as usual, and the guards outside breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Master Guoshi is fine.

"The assassins have all been cleaned up. We originally captured a few alive, but those few took advantage of the unsuspecting and swallowed the poison first. It is very difficult to find out where they came from."

The boy narrowed his eyes.

History... Do you still need to check?

Seeing how familiar they are with the National Teacher's Mansion, and seeing how determined they are to put him to death, even if they don't use their brains, they can figure out who the instigator is.

Isn't that His Majesty who was dazzled by anger?

Of course, from Yan Qiancheng's point of view, he wouldn't really intend to kill him. After all, he still has to go through the National Teacher's Grand Ceremony. No matter how stupid that man is, he won't kill himself.

He just wanted to use this method to get revenge on Banbi for refusing to enter the palace several times.

It's just that those assassins tried too hard.

"Let's all go down, the house is cleaned up." Banbi said.

Those aftermath matters have always been handled by Mo Yan, a close servant, and the young man never puts his mind on these trivial matters.

"Yes." Seeing that they were not blamed, the guards breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts as they looked at me and I looked at you.