Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

Li Xingjin tapped Yingqi's nose, and said softly: "From now on, tell me whatever you want, and I will give you whatever I can give you."

He has nothing to give.

Ying Qi's nose felt strangely numb, and the small bundle that Li Xingjin opened on his shoulders fell off, he caught it, and tied it up again in a frenzy.

However, in the end, Li Xingjin didn't take out Ying Qi's monthly salary, because as the lord of a country who doesn't need to worry about money at all, he doesn't have the so-called gold and silver in his hands, and jade is the smallest unit for him.

The reason why Li Xingjin asked the Zhunti Palace not to take care of Yingqi's monthly salary was entirely out of teasing and pique.

He is thankful for Ying Qi's amnesia, but disappointed by the other party's forgetting.

It seemed that all the traces of his hard work on this person in the past years disappeared in an instant.

It's not anyone's fault, but he can't let go of it, so much so that now when he sees the person in front of him, he has to force himself not to think about the happy past when they were together.

He was afraid that the more he thought about it, the tyranny in his flesh and blood would no longer be able to hide, and he would hurt his most important person.

He didn't want to make himself regret.

In the past, Song Qi didn't love him. From the time when the other party carried him behind his back and cooperated with the general and the emperor to escape from his side, he knew it so well that he couldn't understand it any more.

But now Yingqi gave him hope, he could sleep with someone again at night, pamper him unscrupulously and for no reason, and even touch the part of that person that was open to him with his lips that had been cold for a long time.

He kissed the person's hair, still not satisfied, lightly held the reddish face of the shadow guard, rolled his thin lips, lingered all the way, and finally stayed on the soft and reddish lips, prying open the tightly clenched lips without refusal. white teeth.

There was an ambiguous sound of tsk-tsk water in the air. After a long time, Ying Qi's hand on Li Xingjin's chest became stronger and stronger. His face was pink, and he raised his neck to bear Li Xingjin's domineering kiss. Youyu, who is dying, knows that there is a mirage in the sand ahead, but still twitches his lips and tongue, desperately absorbing a little comfort from the dangerous depths.

When the thin waist wrapped around his arms completely softened, Li Xingjin let go of Ying Qi before he could finish, his lips parted, the silver thread was broken, Li Xingjin's eyes were gloomy, and he pressed his thumb on the short silver thread, With a "snap", the two people who looked at each other seemed to hear the sound of it breaking.

Ying Qi struggled away from Li Xingjin's embrace as if awakened from a dream.

A part of the broken silver thread hung on the corner of his mouth, stuck to the skin, lost the warmth of his mouth, and became cold, which made him tremble slightly.

Li Xingjin let him escape, but his dark eyes followed him everywhere.

He wiped his lower lip with his thumb, stretched out the tip of his tongue, and licked his lips lightly, then said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Why are you hiding? I hate it or... are you shy?"

Ying Qi's eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and a pink blush spread wildly on his bare skin, as quickly as poisoning.

His slender hands clawed hard at the edge of the door. The clean nails were half white and half powdery. He wanted to escape but stopped, unable to say a word.

Seeing this, Li Xingjin let out a deep smile.

The performance of Yingqi, the answer is self-evident.

After thinking for a while, he took off a small jade carving ornament on his waist, walked over and separated Ying Qi's hand from the edge of the door finger by finger, grabbed his hand, and placed the jade carving in his palm , casually said: "Take it and play."

Li Xingjin grabbed Ying Qi's hand and fiddled with it back and forth, but his eyes were fixed on the jade carving in his palm, making Ying Qi hesitate to withdraw his hand.

Ying Qi had no choice but to force himself to look at the jade carving in the palm of his hand. It was a very beautiful carving. It had a white jade base, as white as milk, and a small black and white beast sat on it. The style of the small beast was similar to the one on his neck The sapphire with the little fat bird engraved on it is similar in appearance but equally effective, with a slightly exaggerated figure, fat and naive, but because it is a cub, it looks very cute, especially when it is holding a green and tender green bamboo in its arms and gnawing on it.

A small mechanism was set up at Cui Zhu, and Ying Qi watched Li Xingjin lightly poke the black nose on the little beast's face, and the tip of the nose, which was probably made of black jade, flattened a little, and the bamboo in the little beast's arms fell to him palm of the hand.

Ying Qi somehow felt that this scene was a bit familiar.

He couldn't recognize what kind of beast it was, and now he was attracted by the exquisite jade carving, and he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of animal is this?"

Li Xingjin smiled and picked up the small jade carving that could be wrapped with one hand, and poked Ying Qi's nose with the head of the little beast, saying: "This is an iron-eating beast, a famous beast in Sichuan. It got its name from eating iron. But it was later confirmed that they only eat bamboo and the like, and they look stupid, but they are very fierce and fierce."

He put the things back into Ying Qi's hands, and straightened his face towards Ying Qi: "It looks like Ying Qi."

Ying Qiyi poked the little beast with his fingers, causing the opponent to do a somersault in the palm of his hand. He raised his head, his eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't believe it.

He struggled: "It's a little fat."

"Hahaha," Li Xingjin laughed loudly, "Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps. When you are as big as it is, you are even rounder than it."

He remembered that Ah Qi had always been a chubby dumpling until he was eight years old. At the beginning, he was worried that the food in Changming Palace would not be good, and the little guy would have to suffer a lot with him. Because of climbing up and down, he is good at martial arts, and his small body is also more athletic and rounder.

At that time, he had just successfully contacted the master of the god through the late emperor's confidant, and was able to secretly follow the master of the emperor to learn the way of governing the country. He persevered and worked hard every day, and he couldn't eat three meals a day. , his stomach disease may be more severe.

Li Xingjin woke up from the memory, and saw that Ying Qi was holding back the hand that was fiddling with the little beast's body, and the lively look on his face that was like a child slowly dissipated, showing his usual cold look.

He was slightly taken aback, only to realize that he had said the "wrong" thing.

Sighing with a smile, Li Xingjin hugged him, "wrong" and "wrong": "Ying Qi is an orphan, do you want to know when he entered the palace and what he has done all these years?"

He put all his thoughts on Ying Qi, how could he not notice the other party's obsession with the past?

Now that he had just tasted the sweetness of being reciprocated, he decided to tell Ying Qi the "truth".

"You are always by my side."

"The job of Shadow Guard, the reason why it is called 'Shadow' is the shadow of the dark place, to protect the Lord with the shadow, you are my only and real 'Shadow Guard', because you are not known to outsiders, so no one knew about you at the beginning The presence."

"Later," Li Xingjin gritted his teeth, and said, "Someone found out about your existence and tried to harm you. At this time, my good brother Song Qi was about to retire from the palace. In order to protect you, I let you take the identity of Ying Qi." You stayed by Song Qi's side, and as for the accidental amnesia you followed him to the battlefield, maybe it was the handwriting of the person behind the scenes, I'm still investigating."

Ying Qi raised his head suddenly: "..." Good brother? ?

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