I wanted to embrace my master and return home

"Tsk tsk, it's really scary."

Rough hands twisted a corner of the white cloth, revealing half of an extremely shriveled and gray face, with no original appearance, nor male and female, lifeless and terrifying.

"Hey!" The other person hastily covered his eyes, and shouted, "Quick! Quickly cover it back, and watch how it responds!"

Two domestic servants in rough clothes carried a dead body one by one, and moved it carefully to the back door. Since the moisture in the dead body was almost completely lost, it was not tiring to carry it.

With a sound of "clang", the body was thrown onto the carriage of the ox cart, and a large bundle of horse straw was laid on top of it. After finishing all this, the servant drove the cart away quickly.

Gu Mou sat obliquely on the high part of the fence, with a slender piece of grass in his mouth, and one long leg hanging down, watching the scene expressionlessly. After the servant drove away, he stretched out boredly. Waist, jump off easily.

Gu Mou walked slowly into the main courtyard, and saw his young master lying by the pond in a brocade robe with clear water and blue light, his satin-like black hair was partly pulled up, spread softly on his back, and supported by one hand. A stone, with slender and white fingers, and the other hand is probing into the pool, half of the body is leaning out, looking innocent and innocent.

"Master, quickly put your hands back, the water is cold!"

He was having a good time, but the two maids didn't want to. They stood behind him on one left and one on the right, with a flustered expression, trying to dissuade him bitterly, but due to their humble status, they didn't dare to directly attack him.

"Young master, don't be like this, the adults will blame the slaves if they find out... I beg you!"

The young master, who was so focused on playing with the goldfish, turned a deaf ear to it, and only listened to the singing of two warblers.

It was early spring, the dead trees were reborn, last night it rained continuously, even the last trace of warmth from the sun was washed away, the railings and eaves of the mansion were as cold as rocks.

Gu Mou leaned against the door frame, and after looking darkly for a while, the hand hanging by his side quietly squeezed the Cong Shengjue, and popped it out, only to see the stone supported by the young master with one hand. The moss on the ground slowly spread at a strange speed that was invisible to the naked eye, covering half of the stone surface unconsciously.

——After a few seconds, the young master with golden branches and jade leaves fell into the shallow pool with a "plop". Early spring was the end of winter, and the water was still bitingly cold.

"Young Master!!" "Damn the servant girl!"

The two maids turned pale with fright, and hurriedly stretched out their hands to grab the robes of the boy who was thrashing in the water. The boy took a sip of water, and in a panic stretched out a hand to grab the stones by the pool, trying to use his strength to climb up, but was caught by the boy above. The moss slipped hard and fell into the pool again.

A pool that is less than two feet long can't be climbed up, it is indeed a waste.

Gu Mou thought, then spit out the grass in his mouth, strode forward to push away the two maids who were about to cry, stretched out his hand to grab the thin white hand, and dragged him up .The boy's clothes were completely wet, covering his thin body. At the age of fourteen or five years, his face was immature and not faded, and he was very good-looking, but at this moment, his face was completely drained of blood, and he trembled when he saw him. Drill into your arms.

"Gu, Mr. Gu! The servant has neglected his duty!"

Gu Mou raised his hand to let the two maids back down, easily picked up the man with frozen limbs, walked into the inner room and put him on the recliner, but the child in his arms couldn't bear the warmth of his body, and hugged his neck and refused to let him go. Letting go, I was so cold that I couldn't speak.

Gu Mou raised the corners of his lips silently, bent down and parted the two hands on his neck, and then took out clean clothes to change for him, but when he took off his obscene pants, the young man raised his hand to block it, his face was frozen. There was no color, but the roots of the ears were dyed a faint pink.

"……Um?"

Since when did this kid... Gu Mou not speak, just wanted to laugh, snorted, and said: "I have changed the young master's clothes for more than ten years, and I don't know that the young master is also shy?"

Gu Mou took off his drenched obscene pants without hesitation, exposing his soft white thighs to the air, his skin was as white and delicate as fat, Ye Xunliang couldn't help shivering, he pursed his pale pink lips, Letting the man squatting in front of him spread his legs apart and wipe off the water stains on his skin, he was very obedient.

After changing into a complete set of clean clothes, Gu Mou carried him to the bed, covered him with a quilt, called for a bowl of ginger soup, and handed it to Ye Xunliang.

"Drinked."

Ye Xunliang didn't reach out to take it, but just looked at him with big black eyes, which were clear and pure, clean without any impurities.

Gu Mou knew that this young master who was not working hard was waiting for him to feed him spoonful by spoonful.

"Drink by yourself." Gu Mou failed to comply with his wish, and just put the small bowl in front of him again, motioning for him to take it himself.

Ye Xunliang pursed his lips, begged him with his fair face upturned, even his voice was soft and waxy.

"Gu Mou... help me drink it." The ginger soup was so bitter and pungent that I couldn't drink it.

Gu Mou raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Okay, then I won't drink it." After finishing speaking, he stood up and poured all the thick ginger soup into the medicine dregs jar.

Ye Xunliang laughed, Gu Mou is the best.

It doesn't matter if the soup is bitter, so don't drink it.Clothes are heavy and uncomfortable, it’s okay, so wear less.Boring at home on a rainy day, it's okay, I'll take you out to play in the water.It's okay for the young master to drink medicine and avoid being happy. You can eat whatever you want. The whole National Teacher's Mansion can pamper and pamper the young master like this.

In the evening, Ye Xunliang fell ill, and the wind and cold swept through the high fever, which was more violent than every time before. The national teacher reprimanded people and invited the imperial doctor bestowed by the emperor from the palace. All the servants in the mansion were severely reprimanded, and the whole mansion looked chaotic for a while, and the lights were brightly lit all night.

The old-faced national teacher was sitting in front of the desk in the study. On the table was a small bowl of viscous dark red liquid. He was mixing star anise powder, cinnamon stick powder, and various spices into it, covering the liquid's smell seven to seven times. Eighty-eight, but the entrance is still fishy and sticky.

Gu Mou was wearing a black and gold robe, and he didn't sit on the same level as other people in the house or kneel down. Instead, he looked down at the rickety "old man" in front of him, and decided to ask a question of symbolic concern: "How?"

"Ahem...it's okay."

The national teacher is only 45 this year, but his voice is very rough and hoarse, his body is rickety, his skin is withered and yellow, and his hair is mostly gray. Those who don't know think he is an old man over [-] years old.

Haggard, twilight, wrinkled, cloudy.

"Looking for a benign girl, not listening to other people's advice... I've made you bother." The national teacher pushed the bowl of medicine in front of him, and a little blood oozes faintly between the white cloth on his wrist.

After hearing this sentence for 15 years, he has heard enough, and he has indeed played enough games with children.

Gu Mou squinted his eyes and smiled lightly, but there was no trace in his eyes, no smile at all, he picked up the medicine bowl and turned to leave.

At this time Ye Xunliang had already woken up, leaning against the head of the bed in a daze, seeing the man entering the room and the bowl in his hand, immediately pulled his face down in displeasure.

He knew that Gu Mou might be able to let go of other things, but Gu Mou would never indulge him in this bowl of medicine that he had to drink every day, so he took it sullenly, and drank it down with a frown.

Gu Mou promptly served him a cup of tea to rinse his mouth, and stuffed a piece of maple syrup into his mouth by the way.

Ye Xunliang sucked his stuffy nose and said, "Gu Mou."

"Ok?"

"In the mansion...is someone dead again?"

The young man raised his face, with a look of impatience, and still asked the question he had asked countless times in a ignorant manner.

"Yes." He replied.

"Then did the police find out the reason?" Ye Xunliang frowned.

"It was found out, and he died of illness."

"It's another death from illness. Don't you find it strange that people have died of illness every month?" The young master, who was not familiar with the world, expressed doubts.

"It's really strange." Gu Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be filled with cold springs from snow-capped mountains, and said, "But this is not what the young master should worry about."

If he was a little smarter, he would have discovered that not only have people "died of illness" every month recently, but also every month of every year.

The Ye family is going to die, maybe others don't know it, but Gu Mou knows it very well.Regardless of the fact that the entire National Teacher’s Mansion is currently running out of gold for food and clothing, the evidence of what the National Teacher has done in recent years is enough for him to die ten thousand times. Once the National Teacher dies suddenly and loses his military power, the old palace The lineage of Prime Minister You, who is waiting to be done, will be like a hungry wolf that has not eaten meat for ten years, and will turn into a beast and rush over——

Of course, these things have nothing to do with him.

His mission is to keep an eye on the Ye family, on the national teacher, on this stupid and pure young master, and watch him drink that bowl of "drug juice" every day.

——You have to protect this child well, all this should not be borne by him.

There is still a sentence in my ear, when you close your eyes, you can see the fairy figure of Tsinghua. The master has always been calm and indifferent, with a compassionate attitude, courteous, gentle and alienated. He never troubled his disciples during his lifetime. With a thousand years of reputation, and a heinous "evil seed".

The heinous evil seed was not born of the master, but it was one of the culprits who killed the master. It is also the only apology left by the master. It is a vicious wolf monster. No demon can reach her, she was born stepping on the corpse of an old wolf demon, and the first mouthful of blood she drank came from the neck of the female wolf.

The No. 12 year of the "Runtian" brand name in the cultivation world was the year when this little wolf demon was born. Since he was born, he was full of violence and arrogance, lest the world would not be chaotic, stirring up the flames of war between the cultivation world and the ghost world, and blood flow into a river.

The little wolf who was born with a mother but not raised by a mother is extremely clever and cunning. He has cultivated his ability to reach the sky, and then went to the upper cultivation world to slaughter all sides, killing all three of the four sects that had fought against him. Among them, he is the most nosy The 24 peaks suffered the most heavy losses, but the Tianfuzhige, which is indifferent to the world, is still peaceful and peaceful, but Mr. Yuanhua, who is kind and virtuous, can't sit idly by, but taught the little wolf to kill.

The world only thinks that Shi Minghua is jealous of evil and has great righteousness in his heart, so he can't bear to be alone, so he takes the initiative to eradicate this evil wolf monster. Only his direct disciple, only Gu Mou, has seen that extremely absurd monster with his own eyes. scene...

Thinking of this, Gu Mou closed his eyes.

Born in Taoism, the normally indifferent and fairy-like master was pressed down on the soft couch in the side hall of Jiuqu Shuisi by a man in a black robe with dark patterns and kissed, and the man on top of him was not someone else. ——It was the little wolf demon who slaughtered the three sects of the cultivation world and buried fifteen cities the size of the world a month ago!

Master...

Immortal Yuanhua...

Shi Minghua...

What a clean and refined, abide by etiquette, life can be wished for nothing!

Why... why! !