you are my color

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Banbi slowly stretched out his hand to support the man's shoulder.

Mo Yan's body was so heavy that he couldn't move at all.

He turned his head to tell the man to move away, but he immediately closed his eyes when he saw the man with the pill in his cheeks bulging.

This guy pretended to be dizzy!

Banbi is angry and funny, the man is almost a round older than him, he is diligent in his work on weekdays, he looks loyal and honest, but he never thought that there would be such a naughty time.

But thinking of this person who stopped in front of him regardless of his life, the young man's heart softened.

Forget it, even if it was only due to the secret guard's loyalty to the national teacher, at least in this world, there is still one person who cares about his life and death.

Even if this kind of care is only because of the coat of the national teacher he wears.

Thinking of this, Banbi could no longer maintain his usual indifference, and deliberately softened his tone: "Mo Yan, let me see your wound, okay?"

Mo Yan remained silent.

After a while, just when Banbi thought that the man was going to crush him to death, a voice that was much deeper and hoarse than usual sounded: "...Li?"

"What?" The boy asked without hearing clearly.

"I said, where's your internal strength, master?"

Banbi shut his mouth, a little hesitant to tell the truth.

"If you don't tell me, I won't look at the injury." After being seriously injured, Mo Yan lost his usual rigidity, and in such a short time, he has "threatened" him twice.

"Drinking in the palace a few days ago, I lost my internal strength."

Mo Yan's body shook, startled and angry: "He, he dared to..."

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Banbi hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think, Moyan. It's my body, so I can't drink alcohol. Once I drink, the internal force will disappear for a while. But don't worry, it won't take more than half a month at most. will be back."

The man was silent for a while: "Is this why the national teachers of all dynasties can't drink alcohol?"

"Yeah," Banbi's tone sounded deliberately relaxed, "This is a secret between the two of us, and we can't tell it to others."

"Then... does he know about this?" Mo Yan asked.

He thought about it for a while, but didn't answer.

"You know it?" Mo Yan sneered, "He made you drink on purpose."

"Okay, it's all over. It's only a few days before the half-month period, and it will be fine soon. Get up now and let me see the injury, okay?"

The man tried his best to stand up, and the boy finally escaped the bad luck of being crushed to death.

Seeing that Banbi got off the bed and walked towards the box again, Moyan's expression changed drastically, and his voice was no longer as steady as before: "You said you were helping me to heal my injury, but it turned out to be..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the young man bent down and took out a small brocade-faced box from the wooden box.

The lid was opened, and inside was a small jade bottle.

The man had checked the box the night before, but had never seen the box in the box.

The young man came over with the jade bottle, opened the lid, dug a little with his fingernails, put it into a cup, and poured clean water to rinse it away.

After all this was done, he helped the man take off his coat, revealing the hideous wound, and asked casually, "What did you just say? What was it?"

"……nothing."

No matter how slow Mo Yan reacted, at this moment he realized that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.The boy went to the wooden box several times before, perhaps not because he wanted to protect the scroll inside.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"Oh, those elixirs made before have miraculous effects on wounds. You know, I stay in the National Teacher's Mansion all day, and I basically don't need them. The wound medicines have an expiry date, and I saw that they have been stored for a long time , I’m afraid of losing the effect, so I just grind them into powder and bring a few packs for each of you.” Banbi said.

Mo Yan remembered that the young man had indeed given them a lot of pills and powders to these hidden guards.

"This batch of medicine powder is newly made by me. It is better than the previous few times. I originally wanted to give it to you. Before I had time, I encountered this kind of thing." Banbi smiled wryly, "It happened that I hadn't recovered my internal strength yet. when."

If it weren't for this, it wouldn't hurt you.The man heard the meaning in the boy's words.

When the medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, there was a cool feeling at first, and then it felt like a red-hot iron was placed there. The pain penetrated the wound and penetrated into the flesh until it penetrated into the bone marrow.

Banbi kept looking at him worriedly, applied good medicine to the wound, and then asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

The moonlight shone in through the broken window, and everything in the temple that could be destroyed had been destroyed. It should have been a very deserted scene, but the person in front of the man was not as unapproachable as usual.

The corners of Mo Yan's lips twitched, and he forced out a smile: "No...it hurts."

There was a pause between the two words, and he didn't know whether what he wanted to express was pain or not.

Banbi reached out his hand to touch his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the heat is not very severe. Don't worry, although this medicine feels overbearing when used, it is actually quite mild. It can heal the wound while strengthening the foundation." Peiyuan is much better than ordinary wound medicine."

The things made by the national teacher are of course far more effective than those mortal things.

However, when the young man's cool hand touched his forehead, Mo Yan's whole body froze.

The evil fire in his heart slowly ignited like a prairie fire, perhaps because of his serious injuries, he could no longer suppress it as easily as before.

However, the doubt of the wooden box was still stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.

"That medicine..." Why is it in the box?

"Why, is there something wrong with the medicine?" The young man looked back, with obvious concern in his eyes, "I made it myself, although I haven't used it on other people, but it is an ancient prescription, and it is impossible to make a mistake. "

He said, pointing to the brain.

The inheritance of the national teacher is not to accept disciples, but to reincarnate.

After reincarnation, the memories of the previous generation of national teachers will slowly wake up, until after the national teacher ceremony, all the memories of the national teacher will come back.

"No, that's not what it means." Mo Yan looked at the box on the ground, "It's full of medicine?"

Banbi didn't understand what he meant, so he simply carried the box over and put it in front of him: "Look, it's all medicine, I crushed it little by little during the day."

"Where's the original stuff in there?" the man asked.

The boy's expression darkened suddenly, and he became quiet.

"master?"

The boy bit his lower lip and said in a low voice, "It's burned."

"what?"

Mo Yan thought about many possibilities, for example, the box may be more than one, and the master may have other wooden boxes.After all, they are all made of wood, and it is normal for them to look similar.

But what he didn't expect to get was another answer.

And this answer made his heart beat slowly faster.

Burned.

Burned?

Burned!

"Didn't I tell you before?" Banbi smiled wryly, "I've liked him for so many years, I feel so tired, and I don't want to like him anymore. Before this box," he lightly touched it with his foot, "it contains It is all the gifts I made for him since childhood, including paintings, jade rings and jade pendants, and... elixir."

When he said the last two words, his voice was much softer.

But Mo Yan suddenly felt blessed.Elixir?The master just said that the elixir was ground into powder.

He subconsciously looked at the wound on his body.

"That's it," Banbi said, "I don't want to like him anymore, and I don't want to keep those things anymore. I have destroyed things that can be destroyed, such as scrolls. Medicine pills and so on, after all, I searched for many rare treasures back then It’s just made, it’s a pity to ruin it, so just use it up.”

"In short," the young man concluded, "I don't want to like him anymore. Especially, the national teacher has never been allowed to touch alcohol. He knows this, but he still forces me to drink it and puts me in danger. I can never forgive him. he."

Mo Yan turned around in his heart, and simply pushed Yan Qiancheng who was on the edge of the cliff again: "These assassins came very suddenly."

"I know," Banbi said lightly, "especially the ones in my dormitory." He nodded his chin towards the corpse, "even if there is nothing on him that can prove his identity, the only possibility is It's just His Majesty's place."

Mo Yan sneered a little: "Is he stupid? Doing this to you?"

The young man glanced at him with surprise in his eyes: "I thought you would speak well for him. After all, he is His Majesty, the lord of a country."

No matter how detached the national teacher is, he is just one person.The monarch represents a country.

There has never been a bad relationship between national teachers and monarchs in the past dynasties, and Yan Qiancheng is the first one.

"You are the master. I belong to you alone." Mo Yan said without thinking.

If it was changed to before, when he took one "adult" one by one, he could still be regarded as the loyalty of the secret guard to the national teacher.

Ever since he changed his title, no matter what happened to Banbi in the future, he could only be a boy alone.

Even if this person is no longer a national teacher.

This is Moyan's understanding.

Half of the hand paused, and picked up the lid to close the wooden box, but was held by the man.

He turned his head and looked over, looked at the hands that were clasped, questioning and asking.

"Master," Mo Yan said, "No matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

"Of course, you are my slave." Banbi said, his chin raised slightly habitually.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes.

Whenever the young man puts on such a condescending expression, he has an urge to push the other party down.

"It's too late, you can rest here." The boy said, turning his head and looking at the ground with some disgust, "You can call someone to clean it up after dawn."

Maybe it seems incomprehensible to others to spend one night with a few corpses, but Mo Yan knows that half of his daily life is busy studying the things of the national teacher besides sleeping, familiar with the inheritance in his mind, and has no time to Think about something else.

To the young man, there is actually no big difference between a living person and a corpse.

If this person really understands the intrigues and schemes in the world, he would have become tactful long ago, and he wouldn't always give people a feeling of being unattainable.

"What about the master?" he asked.

"I'm going to the side hall." Banbi said, stood up, walked out, turned around halfway, "you stay here, the cold jade bed has a miraculous effect on your injuries, sleep overnight Put on the medicine I just applied to you, no matter how serious the injury is, it will last seven to eighty-eight."

Those who can enter the eyes of the national teacher are naturally rare treasures in this world, and they can't even be found in the imperial palace.

Mo Yan didn't care about this, he was willing to stay here because of... The man stretched out his hand to pull the quilt and smell the breath on it.

Although it was inevitably stained with the blood from his wound, there was a faint smell of blood, but it still couldn't hide a slightly cold fragrance.

It is exactly the same as the fragrance on the boy's body.

The next day, Mo Yan woke up very early.

By the time Ban Bi came over from the side hall, the corpses had already been taken away, and the broken windows and furnishings were cleaned up, and new ones were even installed.

Seeing the young man approaching with his head raised slightly, the man walked over and said in a low voice, "Just as the master expected, nothing was found from those corpses."

The boy nodded and was about to say something more when a guard hurried over from the outer corridor: "My lord, there is an order in the palace."

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of anger, he lifted his foot and walked out.

Banbi frowned: "Mo Yan, what are you doing?"

The man turned his head to look at him, his anger was undisguised: "He bullies people too much!"

The assassin was just sent over the night before, and the decree was passed on the next day. Is this to ridicule the boy, no matter what, he can only be manipulated by him?

The young man smiled faintly: "I'm not angry, why are you angry? Stay here, I'll go take a look." He said and walked out.

Mo Yan wanted to follow, but he couldn't disobey the boy's order. After hesitating, the boy's back disappeared.

When Banbi came back, he just turned around the corridor and saw a man with thick eyebrows frowning head on: "What does he want from you?"

The dissatisfaction in the words almost overflowed, and he refused to even call him "Your Majesty".

If this is not the National Teacher's Mansion, the man will definitely be imprisoned for disrespecting His Majesty.

The boy still looked calm and clear: "The whole article is nonsense. Probably just want to send someone to see if I'm dead."

After speaking, he continued to walk in, but was suddenly pulled by the man.

There was repressed anger in the man's voice: "Don't say anything about death!"

This person doesn't know how panicked he was when he saw those assassins attacking yesterday!

Banbi didn't care, and said softly, "What's the matter, isn't it normal for people to die? Anyway, I have reincarnation... um."

Before he could finish his last sentence, he was blocked by all the men.

use your mouth.

Banbi blinked and stared at the other party, it took him a long time to realize what was going on, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push.

But now that his internal strength has not recovered, the man just stretched out his hand firmly grabbed him and pushed him directly against the wall. Not only did his lips not relax, but he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in.

This man is too courageous!

The young man wanted to push the other party away, reprimand him, and struggled a few times, but he couldn't break free, instead, he was grabbed more and more tightly by the man.

Tongue, teeth, palate... almost all the places in the mouth were swept by the man's tongue forcefully, as if marking something.

After an unknown amount of time, just when the boy thought he was going to faint from being out of breath, the other party finally let him go.

"Presumptuous!" Banbi took a few breaths, and only when his heart was not beating so fast, did he think of putting on the airs of the national teacher.

The man didn't knelt down to plead guilty as usual, but took a step forward, his eyes were full of possessiveness and domineering.

"You are mine!" he said.

"This seat belongs to this seat!" The young man snorted dissatisfiedly.

When talking with Moyan, although sometimes expressing dissatisfaction to the other party, but always you and I are commensurate, and rarely call yourself "this seat".

This time the man's offense really pissed him off.

Mo Yan didn't panic, instead he gave a low laugh.

I never knew before that the true face of Master Zhun Guoshi is so cute, even if he treats him like this, he is just trying to put on airs as a national teacher, and wants him to retreat in spite of difficulties.

Didn't the boy realize that the more he is like this, the more people have the desire to violate him?

"Yes, the master belongs to the master, and the subordinates also belong to the master." He leaned into the boy's ear and whispered.

Banbi nodded his head a few times, only to realize that the posture of the two was not right, and the ambiguity was tight: "Back to the side!"

The man retreated obediently this time.

In the evening, the boy took off his coat, shrank into the quilt, and was about to fall asleep in a daze, when he heard a light knock on the door from outside.

Before he could make a sound, the door was already pushed open.

The footsteps were familiar.

The boy barely raised his eyelids to look at him: "You don't need to watch the night today, your injury is not completely healed yet, go back."

The man walked to the bed step by step and stopped.

"I didn't kick the quilt," the boy said vaguely, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the quilt was thrown back, and then, a cool body came in.

Half stunned for a moment, he had already been hugged into generous arms.

"How do you get in..."

Just halfway through the speech, the man deftly blocked all the rest of the words.

The boy struggled desperately, but cared about the injury on the man's body, and was soon crushed by him.

"what are you doing?"

"..."

"let me go!"

"..."

"You are presumptuous!"

"..."

No matter what he said, Mo Yan just did his own thing in silence, firmly and without hesitation.

Finally, the boy was fully opened, and the man's wheat-colored body pressed against him.Looking from a distance, the white snow below was looming, and the angry reprimand gradually became full of helplessness and panic, and finally turned into a moan.

"You are mine, and I am yours." Near dawn, the man finally stopped and whispered in the ear of the drowsy teenager.

When Wen woke up, his whole body seemed to be run over inch by inch by a big truck.

It was difficult to even move the fingertips, and the sore feeling made him wish he could close his eyes and sleep for a few more days and nights.

It's a pity that the growling sound in his stomach reminded him that he should eat something.

Apart from him, there was no sign of a man on the bed.

That's right, if he dared to stay at a time like this, he might have to bear his full anger.

"The host is awake?" The little demon's voice came from his mind.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wen Qing felt that there was always a sense of gloating in it.

"Where have you been tonight?"

"Yo, host, it's not all night!" Xiao Yao said, "He made you up all night, and he let you go when it was almost dawn. The host slept for a day and a night, and now it's the morning of the next day. "

... No wonder my stomach is so hungry that it almost doesn't look like my own.

"How do you know how long it is? Could it be that you peeked?"

"Master, our system is very moral. We will never destroy the instructions to peep at things that involve other people's privacy!" Xiao Yao said immediately.

This is true.

The interstellar law is quite strict about personal privacy, and prying eyes cannot be taken lightly.On the one hand, Wen Qing is more confident in the things produced by the military, on the other hand, of course he feels... no matter how courageous he is, he should not dare to spy on General Wei Feng.

Although it's just a self-sealed consciousness, just looking at the general's ability to find the system to communicate without anyone noticing, one knows that this person's mental power must be quite strong.

Wen Qing couldn't compare with him at all.

The boy didn't realize that, compared with the previous worlds, when he had some kind of intimate relationship with others, he was no longer as repulsive and flustered as before.

What happened the night before was even the result of his intentional guidance.

Although he is not very old, he also has various flaws in his character, he will do it decisively when he decides, and he will never be a mother-in-law, looking forward and backward.

"What are we going to do next?"

"Cultivate the relationship first," Wen Qing said, "Mo Yan has let go of his feelings for the national teacher, and he will never shrink back. But Banbi is just a boy who has never experienced love, and he treats him like this all of a sudden. , It’s normal to be overwhelmed.”

"Isn't the host looking for death?" The system was taken aback and asked quickly.

"Why are you looking for death?" Wen Qing was very strange, "If you can't think about it, just think about it. Why do you have to die? Besides, as a quasi-national teacher, I have been tortured by Yan Qiancheng so many times, but I have survived. Dawn, but committing suicide? I'm not that stupid."

The system secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the setting of this world is a bit peculiar, it has not deviated from the normal world category in general, and there are no supernatural things such as ghosts and demons.

If the host really wants to find death, he is really dead if he dies. There is no way to enter this world again, and the task can only be treated as a failure.

"I have to seize the next few days to complete half of my psychological transformation, from resisting and rejecting Mo Yan to gradually accepting him. Only when the relationship between the two of them is really close can I go to the palace to see Yan Qiancheng with confidence."

"The host's plan is good." The system complimented him.

"Xiao Yao, what I don't understand now is, if the relationship between me and Mo Yan has really grown to [-], how can I transfer it to Yan Qiancheng?"

"Mo Yan's favorability for you will be absorbed by the general's consciousness sleeping in his body. At that time, the host only needs to bring the consciousness to Yan Qiancheng. The specific operation will be explained in detail when the host reaches that step. .” The system didn’t hide it, but it didn’t tell him everything.

Wen Qing was very satisfied with its answer.

"Then it's a pleasure to work with."

"Host, Mo Yan is back." The system reminded him.

Wen Qing immediately pulled up the quilt, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The door was gently pushed open, and the aroma of food wafted in.

The boy wanted to continue pretending, but his stomach growled again.

Mo Yan's lips curled up slightly.

Looking at the boy on the bed, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

No matter what, the boy is already his, so it can only be his, and it will never change.