Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

Before Ying Qi could react, someone grabbed both wrists with one hand, and forced his arms to be raised above his head. This posture made him inexplicably nervous, and he opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, forgive me!"

Li Xingjin was surprised: "Do you know what's wrong?"

"Subordinate..." The shadow guard faltered.

Li Xingjin no longer softened his heart: "It's just that we need to clean up!"

With callused hands, he walked around the man's front waist inch by inch, and walked backwards. Feeling the instant stiff body of the shadow guard, Li Xingjin laughed softly, and hit the shadow guard's buttocks with a "slap", crisp The sound echoed in the ears, both of them were shocked.

The corner of Li Xingjin's mouth twitched into an evil smile: "How does Ying Qi feel?"

"I'm very comfortable." He said.

The person who used to be superior is now being crushed in his arms, unable to resist, allowing him to do whatever he wants, just thinking about it, Li Xingjin can't stand it anymore.

The distance between the two faces was very close, and the noses were in contact with each other, just a little, and the light-colored thin lips could be delivered to his mouth.

This is also a distance that he could not imagine before.

In the past, the closer that person was to him, the more afraid he was to pierce the veil in his heart.

"Aqi, do you know that I can be cruel to anyone, but not to one person."

He tried to let that person hide his ears and steal his bell, deceive himself and others, force himself to whitewash the peace in the deep-seated desire that cannot be concealed more and more, and endure the crazy thoughts to continue to be that person's monarch, best friend, and brother.

He thought that his forbearance would eventually win that person's back, but when he heard that the other party finally went to the battlefield regardless, his heart was ashamed.

Time and time again, the bloody battlefield and the lonely palace, the man's choice has never changed, always with his back to him, step by step out of his sight.

Sometimes he hated it hard, and he began to hate the past again, hated the little boy who was lying on the wall of the deep palace and smiled at him cutely, hated the little boy who broke into his gloomy life like weeds day by day , hated the young man who always stood quietly, as if watching him all the time.

Can not let go.

That person was his heart and soul, and no matter how much he hated him, he couldn't help softening his heart when a little disturbance on the battlefield reached his ears.

He has no choice.

However, maybe he felt something in the dark, and he couldn't sleep well in those days. Whenever he fell into a dream, what he saw in the dream made him sweat profusely and flustered.

He could no longer sit firmly in the deep palace, and he began to plot secretly, planning to conquer himself.

When the news of the Third Prince of Southern Chu came, he was trying out troops outside the city. He remembered that he was in a very calm mood at that time, and even had a kind of secret joy and joy of revenge.

He hated his so-called "God of War" title, hated that he had been shrouded in horse leather many times because of a false name, and abandoned the people behind him every time.

But now that person is in a mess, being criticized, expelled and feared by his favorite people...

When the god falls, he finally doesn't have to bear everything brought by that name, turning into dust and ants, and he can finally play with it wantonly in the palm of his hand.

He thought, only in this way can the hatred in his heart disappear.

When the time comes, standing in front of that person, he will see with his own eyes that he pleases him and regards him as the only salvation.

However, when he ran for thousands of miles, thinking that he could finally see how embarrassed the other party was, that person disappeared.

Like the elusive air, it disappeared in front of him again.

For a moment, he saw a slanted figure, the scorching sun in the sky, and the bloody face of the military general closest to him, looking at him in horror.

The lips were warm, and he touched them subconsciously, only to realize that the blood was spurting from his mouth.

After that, if it wasn't for...he would have been tortured mad by this man.

When he saw people again, he suddenly found that he had lost all his temper.

Before he was willing to move, he was tamed by his fierce horse, and love and hate were both tortures.

That being the case, then fall into the abyss with him.

A fierce horse is difficult to tame, but his foal has lost his memory.

This is the opportunity God bestowed on him, and the future will last forever. He wants the person in front of him to walk into the net he has woven by himself bit by bit, and accompany him to perish together.

Qi and Qi are homophonic, and Ying Qi thought that the emperor was missing his old friend through him again, but the strong and complicated love-hate entanglement in his eyes made him a little distracted.

How deep is the emotion that can make a high-ranking emperor unforgettable for a person?

Shadow Seven doesn't know.

Feeling the steady beating of the heart as always, he suddenly felt a little lost.

"Your Majesty is wise, you can make your own decisions in everything, and you don't need to pay attention to others."

"Oh?" Li Xingjin smiled, his emotions calmed down in an instant, fixedly looked at Ying Qi, and said: "For my own selfish desire, I bloodbathed the entire family of Zhong Taifu, the elder of the two dynasties, do you have anything to say?"

Ying Qi was taken aback.

Li Xingjin laughed loudly, like a child trying to play tricks, pinched Yingqi's straight nose: "Do you really think I don't know that the government and the public are scolding me as a tyrant behind my back?"

He nodded: "Hello tyrant, since I am a licentious tyrant," the big hand grasped the man's wrist even tighter, and moved closer to the shadow guard's ear from Xing Jin, and touched the other's earlobe that was rosy in white and had a little flesh Shang took a bite and said with a dangerous smile: "Should I be willful and reckless towards my shadow seven?"

"It's better to hurt more than the injury on the body, so that Ying Qi can remember, right?"

Ying Qi's whole body trembled, as if being shocked by electricity.

The sensitive ears were wrapped in warmth and softness, and then were torn and swallowed by hard objects. The terrible force made him feel like he was about to lose his ears, and even his whole body was ripped apart.

An unprecedented hot wave rose from his lower abdomen for no reason, and flowed to his upper body, arms, and legs, making his tight legs start to weaken unbearably.

A feeling of terror spread all over the body, out of control and dangerous, as if the whole person no longer belonged to him, and could be easily killed.

Soon, he realized that this was not an illusion, the wandering big hand acted recklessly, messing up his clothes one by one.

"Your Majesty!" He rebelled subconsciously: "Your Majesty is wrong, please Your Majesty..."

The voice of the shadow guard trembled, with a slight weakness that he didn't know.

As if he could see through the shadow guard's mind through the endlessly entangled ear and tongue, the visitor smiled softly, but did not let go: "Shhh, listen."

Ying Qi frowned, unable to think about anything else, and murmured: "What."

"Silly Shadow Seven, there's a mouse outside." Li Xingjin's eyes flashed sharply, and seeing the person in his arms obediently stopped resisting, he smiled softly again in an instant: "Hey, wait a little longer."

When the stealthy voice outside the window disappeared, and the deliberately heavy footsteps sounded, Li Xingjin sighed regretfully, and finally let him go, "Today's punishment is fine, there will be another time," flicked threateningly He licked the bright red ear, "I really won't let you go."

He had just taken the opportunity to look at the shadow guard's wounds, and he was relieved that apart from the "battle" wound that he deliberately avoided, the rest were not serious.

There was a strong smell of blood on his body, probably from the blood of others.

Thinking of this, Li Xingjin laughed at himself, mocking himself for being overly nervous, making him a bit stupid, this man is good at martial arts, and extremely talented, when he was the deputy commander of his shadow guard, he was already invincible. In the past two years, I'm afraid it has become even more powerful.

Her ears hurt a little from the impact, and the feeling of being hit instantly still seemed to remain in her body. Ying Qi felt that it was dangerous and hurriedly nodded.

If he knew that the consequences of his concealment would still be... he would not dare to think about it again.

At this time, a few palace maids walked in with the meals downcast, set the meals one by one, and bowed silently, if they didn't look closely and found that their eyes seemed to have glanced at themselves and the emperor, Ying Qi would still be the same. I saw a group of elderly women.

Because she hadn't heard their words since she came, after they left, Ying Qi couldn't help following those figures for a moment.

Li Xingjin picked up the jade chopsticks and slammed them on the plate. Seeing the person come back to his senses, he glanced at him and said coldly: "I don't like talkative people. Since some people have done everything for me, I don't want to Wouldn't it be a disappointment to the old man's kindness to accept it?"

Ying Qi came to his senses, opened his eyes slightly, it was the Queen Mother.

Probably because of the rats in the Cihan Palace, they were a little disappointed, so after Li Xingjin said this, he stopped talking, and just said: "Let's have a meal first, and then from today, follow me around, start to make daily life notes, and add six arts. study and exams."

Shadow Seven was surprised.

He has just been appointed to serve the emperor, and his qualifications are still relatively low. It is reasonable to say that he is not qualified to be awarded the Six Arts immediately, and to be in contact with foreign political affairs. come into contact with.

When he remembered the special features of Yulin Temple, he became a little clearer.

It never occurred to him that the rules were changed after him.

He is still at the stage of seeing the mountains from the fog as to the identity of his stand-in. If it weren't for Li Xingjin's frequent gestures of intimacy, he might still think of himself as a little shadow guard who has nothing to worry about.

Li Xingjin had a clearer understanding of this than he did, so he took advantage of this person's amnesia and set up this stand-in scene.

As a subject, Song Qi would never refuse the emperor's request, and now that he only had Ying Qi in his eyes, he would not.

He has always been good at making big things out of small things. If a good reason can make his Ah Qi obedient and block the countless tricks of snakes and rats hidden behind, why not do it?

As for Ying Qi's memory, he naturally wants it. The emperor's teacher was born in the genius doctor Gu, and he has always loved Ah Qi. If he invites the genius doctor Gu Zhong, Ying Qi's memory will recover [-]% of the time.

Li Xingjin looked at the ignorant and pure Shadow Qi, slightly lost in thought.

As long as the coming treacherous storm in Fujing City is over and his Shadow Seven really belongs to him, he will inform the Emperor Master Ying Seven of his identity and beg the other party to take action.

After the meal, Li Xingjin Mingyingqi lay on the couch, gave him medicine with a cold face, and after repeated assurances from the shadow guard, his expression calmed down, and he was about to explain the study matters to him. The servant girl informed that the commander of the shadow guards was outside to seek an audience.

Outsiders are forbidden in the Yulin Palace, and no one in the palace knows about it. When the emperor is in the Yulin Palace, it is no different from going to bed, and no one should disturb anyone who has important matters.

It was good when Song Qi was the deputy commander in the past, at least he could meet the emperor through the deputy commander's channel, and he would not be beaten and scolded by the emperor, but now that the old friend is gone, no one really dares to ask for an audience easily.

Even the presidential leadership is no exception.

If it wasn't something really important, and it was about the former deputy commander of the shadow guards, the person whom the emperor puts on top of his heart, the leader of the president would not be willing to come.

So when he saw Ying Qi coming out of the Yulin Palace and walking in front of him, the president didn't even react.

He frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

When a shadow guard serves a certain hall, he must first start from the outer hall, the outer hall, the middle hall, and then the inner hall, at least for a period of time. The place where he stands is already the inner hall of Yulin Hall. There have been no shadow guards inside and outside Lin Hall, but they shouldn't be standing here anyway.