After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Ye Shaoqing rummaged through the box, and said helplessly, "Why give me this thing, I don't need it."

Ye Zheng lazily propped his cheeks behind the desk, and said slowly: "I think you are very fond of that broken pen. You have been keeping it close to you for so long, and you thought you had some special hobby for pens, no? Is it just a broken pen? I will give you as much as you want, these are all specially made for the teacher, and each one is gold-plated."

Ye Shaoqing said with a bitter face: "I really don't have one. How can you believe that I keep that pen purely for the purpose of returning it to its original owner."

Ye Zheng looked at him coolly, and said in an extremely capricious tone: "I don't care, the things that the teacher gave you must be stored carefully, even if one is missing."

Ye Shaoqing was helpless: "It's too wasteful."

Yezheng said casually: "I don't care what you use it for, but you are not allowed to throw it away, sell it, give it away, or return it to me."

Ye Shaoqing couldn't help but think about who else could I give it to?He rummaged through it, picked one and weighed it in his hand. It was quite heavy. This pen was slightly longer, and its waist was a circle larger than the others. It was polished smooth and round. Reflecting dazzling brilliance, simple and exquisite in shape, it is indeed a rare handicraft.

With a thought in his mind, he put the pen in his pocket, smiled secretly, and signaled Yun Hong to carry the remaining big box to the bedroom and put it away.

When he exited the study, Ye Shaoqing paced slowly, walked around behind Ye Zheng, put his arms around his shoulders and wrapped him in his arms.

Ye Zheng glanced at him lazily: "What are you doing?"

Ye Shaoqing smiled and said: "The gift you gave me, why don't we discuss how to use it so that it doesn't go to waste."

Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows, wondering what the hell this little villain was planning.

He took out a well-chosen pen and rubbed the corner of Yezheng's tight lips with the cold pen body. Ye Shaoqing leaned into his ear and showed a rare smile: "Since it is a gift from Master, please use it well." On your old man, what do you think?"

Yezheng smiled slightly, the end of his eyes curved into a crescent moon, he slowly opened his mouth to take in the tip of the pen, licking the tip of his tongue wet, and said with a half-smile, "How do you want to use it on your teacher?"

Ye Shaoqing's eyes darkened, and he cursed vixen inwardly, his level of seduction is getting higher and higher, and he can't play with this guy at all.He took out the pen, bit his bright red lips hard, and said, "I'll let you know how good it is tonight."

Yezheng let out a chuckle, put his arms around his disciple's neck and chuckled lightly, "Okay, okay, my precious apprentice is the most powerful, you can do whatever you want."

The two of them were in a passionate relationship, and they couldn't help but kiss me and get up when they were alone for a while.

Outside the door, Yun Hong held a whole box of pens expressionlessly, and stood silently at the door for a while before turning around and leaving.

That night, Yezheng was tossed about by a broken pen all night, and his voice became hoarse from screaming in the second half of the night. Strange thing, I am suddenly glad that the gift is a pen, not a staff or something like that, otherwise...

Ye Shaoqing didn't know that his master was full of shameful thoughts, so he hugged him contentedly, and stroked his tail.

The sensitive tail was played wantonly, Yezheng breathed heavily, turned over, lay softly on the apprentice's body, dawdled slightly, and hummed in a thick nasal voice as if coquettishly: "Stop messing around, I'm getting up."

Ye Shaoqing held the tip of the tender tail, gently scratched his exposed waist, and said with a deep smile: "Obviously you are pressing on me to prevent me from getting up."

"Then don't hold on to the teacher's tail."

"Don't—"

Just when the two were lingering on the bed like glue, there was an untimely knock on the door, and Zhou Wen's upright voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty the Pope, I have important matters to report to you."

Zhou Wen waited silently outside the dormitory for a long time until the closed door was opened from the inside. His Majesty the Pope leaned against the door frame and stared at him coldly and unpredictable with a displeased expression. A lazy breath rushed towards his face, and the disturbed low-pressure aura was obvious.

Yezheng said coldly: "It's better if it's really a major matter. It seems that there is still a shortage of toilet cleaners in the tribunal."

Zhou Wen was in a cold sweat, thinking wryly, why is he so unlucky.

"Come in and say it, don't stand at the door." Ye Shaoqing appeared in his line of sight, neatly dressed, unbuttoning the sleeves casually.

Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat. No matter how dull he is, he should realize that since His Highness the Holy Son entered the Temple of Light, he has been living in His Majesty's bedroom. Before that, he naively thought that His Majesty just spoiled him too much. My apprentice, the master-student relationship is good, now that I think about it, it's really--too good!

He tremblingly followed His Majesty to the desk. Seeing His Majesty's patience wear away every minute, Zhou Wen immediately threw some secrets that should not be discovered out of his mind, and solemnly put a piece of paper report in his hand. On the table, he coughed twice, and said, "Your Majesty, regarding the frequent loss of spirit beasts in the imperial capital recently, there have been similar cases from the dignitaries to the common people, because there are too many in a short period of time, and there is no one. Suspicious clues, which attracted the attention of the Holy See, our people discovered the corpses of some lost spirit beasts not long ago, in an abandoned landfill in the outer suburbs."

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Ye Zheng flipped through the file, frowned a little, and asked, "Who handled this matter?"

Zhou Wen lowered his eyes and said, "It's His Excellency Qinghe, Archbishop of the Holy Church."

"What's the matter?" Ye Shaoqing walked up behind him and leaned over to take a few glances.According to the report, judging from the corpses of spirit beasts found, almost every corpse has many bite marks and scratches of different shades, as if they were killed by attacking each other.

He frowned. Having been a pet breeder for so long, he knew very well that these domesticated spirit beasts, even though they looked ferocious on the outside, had already faded away from their aggressive wildness. Fighting to the death with other spirit beasts without the master's order.

This situation is indeed a bit strange. Could it have something to do with that incident?

Ye Zheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him, calmly said, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Zhou Wen wiped his sweat and said, "Your Excellency Qinghe said that you have been busy with the canonization of the Holy Son recently, so you don't need to bother Your Majesty with such trivial matters."

Seeing Ye Zheng's uneasy expression, Ye Shaoqing said, "Since some corpses of spirit beasts have been found, it means that there are clues. I want to go to the scene to see for myself."

Ye Zheng didn't object, nodded and said, "Then be careful and come back early."

He put down the file, took a sip of tea from his teacup, and asked casually, "Who discovered it first?"

"Oh, it was Ye Ke, the son of General Ye Rongzhen, who found it when he went hunting in the countryside, and he also asked to inform His Majesty and His Royal Highness the Son."

"..." The teacup in Yezheng's hand paused for a moment, then slowly put it back on the table, and suddenly said with a serious expression, "This matter has a lot to do with it, I want to go with you."

Ye Shaoqing wanted to talk about it, but after meeting his eyes, she silently held back her words.

Because Ye Zheng's appearance was too outstanding, the two disguised themselves, took only the Wen family brothers and Zhou Wen with them, and went out lightly.

Sparrow and Xiaoji were finally taken out by Ye Shaoqing to let the wind out. They howled excitedly along the way. The two little guys were too conspicuous after they advanced, and they were ordered by their master to keep their larvae before going out. Ye Shaoqing would not say that it was just because it was convenient to hug It's just an excuse for stroking hair in my arms.

The clear sky seemed to have been wiped clean, and the warm sun shrouded the land gently, dispelling the frost in the morning little by little.

Little Ji hated ice water and cold very much. As soon as he got out of the animal cart, he huddled into his master's neck to keep warm. He managed to show a Ji head. The sparrow glanced at it with disdain, hovered gracefully above everyone's heads, and flew to the treetops from time to time. Catch a few bugs on the table and use them as snacks.

"Chirp—" The sparrow suddenly raised its neck and chirped, fluttered its wings, and flew away in one direction.

Ye Shaoqing raised his eyebrows and said, "Looks like we've arrived."

A group of people passed through the woods, and the field of vision suddenly opened up. The stench of the stench was floating in the air with the smell of burnt wood. There were many corpses of spirit beasts, entangled together in twos and threes, exposing the white bones, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the original appearance.

The Holy See has already sent people to garrison here to prevent possible animal plague from leaking out. Some corpses of spirit beasts have been cleaned up, and after preliminary treatment, they are frozen in a temporary resident, waiting for further inspection and claim.

Ye Shaoqing looked dignified. For some reason, he seemed to be able to feel their pain and howls before they were alive. The closer he got, the clearer this perception became, as if he could hear their souls pouring out in the dark.

This was the first time he had experienced such a feeling, Ye Shaoqing rubbed his forehead, since the last time he came out of the holy altar, his mental strength became more and more sharp, and he didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"In addition to the spirit beasts, there are some human corpses inside." Zhou Wen said solemnly, "After investigation, they are orphans who rely on scavenging nearby to survive. They may have strayed into it and were killed by these spirit beasts. But compared to the missing The number of spirit beasts, these are probably only a small part of it."

Ye Shaoqing said: "Is there anyone alive?"

Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment, looked at the two Wen Changyan brothers, and said with a strange expression: "There is one, only burned, not dead..."

Ye Shaoqing raised her eyebrows: "Why are you hesitating?"

Zhou Wen immediately asked someone to bring the only survivor up, pulled off the white cloth covering him, and said, "That's the kid, but his appearance is a bit like Captain Wen..."

Wen Changyan and Wen Qingze, who were inspecting the corpse of the spirit beast, were startled when they heard this, and rushed forward at the same time. The young man on the stretcher, who was wrapped in bandages all over his body, had a face similar to the two.

"……Ah Ping?!"

Ye Zheng was standing not far away, and was sending someone to send Ye Ke away who asked to see him. Hearing the movement here, his calm eyes swept over, and he frowned.

The author has something to say: #On the diversification of the uses of various props#

Ye: In fact, I am still a pure baby, I blame Master for not teaching me well.