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All of a sudden, the four of you look at me and I look at you——

According to the common saying, "The Zhang Er King Kong can't figure it out", then there is no doubt that they have turned into the Four King Kongs who are looking at each other neatly at this moment.

The wind picked up outside the window, rustling the branches and leaves of the trees next to the building.Chu Yan's face turned pale, he stared at Mo Ren with a sky-shattering expression, and stammered: "You...you..."

What's going on, how could Ah Ren react like that?

According to Ah Ren's temperament—no, even if he changed to any ordinary guard and was suddenly ridiculed by outsiders as "the palace master's wife", his first reaction should not be to argue about who will take care of whom!

"..." Xu Shaoxia and Shui Louzhu looked at each other, and found a blind spot: from the reaction, it seems that there is something wrong with Chu Yan alone.

That is to say, if the reaction of the Jiuzhong Hall Master just now was not "You are talking nonsense!", he would not be so at a loss now...

But if he nodded happily, the reactions of Master Shui and Mo Shiwei would be completely in line.

But for Mo Ren himself, the Lord of Heaven and Earth is the greatest, and nothing else matters.

Seeing that Chu Yan's reaction was wrong, he half-knelt down after a moment of bewilderment: "...This subordinate made a slip of the tongue, the lord forgives the sin."

Chu Yan's eyes darkened, and he felt like he was going crazy.

He really didn't know where he was missing something.But after all, the palace master has face, and he can't open his mouth and forcefully ask "How do you know that Gu has feelings for Ah Ren" in front of Xu Shui and the other, let alone argue with Mo Ren in front of them.

In the end, he could only step forward as if giving up on himself, and pulled the ink blade up: "You go back with Gu first and then talk about it!"

After all, Shui Miao'er is a delicate daughter, and she almost covered her mouth and laughed out of something.

She grabbed Xu/Mingxi's sleeve and hid aside, not to touch the bad luck of the palace master.

But Chu Yan simply didn't even have the face to say goodbye, grabbed the ink blade sullenly, and walked away in three steps at a time, the tips of his ears were still red.

Mo Ren was pulled by the master's arm, and he followed quickly behind in a daze. When he got out of the Shuijing Tower, he finally couldn't help calling: "Master."

When I went out to see, there were some cloudy clouds floating outside, and the air in Changqing Town was filled with moisture, as if it was going to rain.Chu Yan ignored the quickening pedestrians around him, and walked to a remote and quiet place.

The two of them walked to a narrow alley with no one there.Chu Yan pushed the ink blade in, put his palm against the guard's shoulder and gritted his teeth: "What did you just say to Shui Miao'er, that kind of talk can be nonsense, huh?"

In his panic, he got too close, and he could see Mo Ren's eyelashes quivering slightly, and his breathing became disordered.

"..."

Mo Ren closed his eyes and remained silent, his pale lips pursed tightly.

Chu Yan took a deep breath, stared at him deeply, and softened his tone: "The matter of the bed? You... Do you know what this means, and you dare to say it with your mouth?"

Unexpectedly, Mo Ren raised his eyebrows, looked at him squarely, and said softly: "Ah Ren knows."

Chu Yan was choked up by him, but he didn't expect Mo Ren's words to be surprising, and he added calmly: "If the Lord likes it, Ah Ren is willing to serve the Lord with his body."

With just this one sentence, Chu Yan felt the blood all over his body rushing to his head, making him dizzy.

He closed his eyes, gasped twice, and said in a low voice, "What do you know..."

At this moment, the love thread that has been borne for many days grows wildly like a weed that has been exposed to nectar for a long time, and it is full of a beating heart in the chest.

Chu Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, forcing himself to recall the blurred memories of the past. He thought of the severe punishments that fell on Mo Ren again and again, the filth and dilapidation in the side hall and the flying flies, and the last scene. A heavy snow fell on the cold and thin body...

He used this bit of broken memory to make a bloody knife, and stabbed himself in the heart with a knife, viciously digging out the soft threads of love and flesh and blood.

He can't be so selfish, he can't, he can't...

He can no longer drag Ah Ren into the mud...

but--

But Mo Ren's voice was like a fallen leaf, gently falling in his ears.

"Lord."

Chu Yan opened his eyes, and he saw that the people close at hand were also looking at him.

Mo Ren's eyes are like a pool of clear water, with broken ice floating in it, and the broken ice reflects light.The emotions in it are too clear, with seven points of worry and three points of confusion, which makes people see clearly and cleanly.

The guard raised his head slightly, his eyes reflected the figure of the palace master, he put his finger on the corner of Chu Yan's sleeve hesitantly, and asked softly, "Why is the master... so sad?"

He cautiously approached Chu Yan, and even rubbed the back of the master's hand with his fingers rebelliously.

Because he found that recently the hall master really likes to get close to him, doing those skin-to-skin actions.

Usually he wouldn't take the initiative to offend rebelliously, but this moment is a special case... just because he can feel that the Lord is really sad.

There was a bang in Chu Yan's ears, as if seeing fiery trees and silver flowers, and the Milky Way hanging upside down.

He firmly grasped Mo Ren's hand with his backhand, as if holding a life-saving straw.It was as if a cluster of fire was burning in his heart, burning so fiercely and shining so fiercely.

In a blink of an eye, he was fascinated, whether it was those broken love threads or the dark old memories he used to cut them off, they were all burned to ashes by this fire.

All that is left is the person in the arms in front of him, the warmth in the palm of his hand that has been relentlessly warming him for two lifetimes.

There was no one in the alley, only two little sparrows flapping their wings in the distance.

Chu Yan pushed the ink blade against the wall, quickly touched the guard's lower lip with his thumb, then bowed his head and kissed it forcefully.

"...!"

Mo Ren's pupils constricted, but he didn't resist at all. Instead, he closed his eyes and opened his lips.

The clouds on the zenith were gathering more and more. It was clear that the blue sky and white clouds were clear half an hour ago, but now it was overcast and windy.

Chu Yan kissed almost venting, his hot breath was mixed with the frantic siege of the city, there was no pity between his teeth and tongue, and his palms rubbed the sensitive waist of the person in his arms.

...It seems that he is desperately showing his roughness and viciousness.

"Master..." Poor guard Mo has no experience, he can only try his best to cooperate with his master's rough nonsense, "...um..."

He was like a flat boat being hit by the waves of desire and love, he was in a daze, in a trance, as if seeing clouds and pines in front of his eyes, except for a few stimulated sobs in his throat, he couldn't utter anything else.It didn't take long before he lost his breath, but there was still no sign of resistance.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yan finally let go of the person in his arms, and both of their clothes were in a mess.

Mo Ren was so bullied that his legs were so weak that he almost fainted. A few strands of black hair scattered on the side of his fair face. He leaned against the wall and struggled to adjust his breathing, and his lips were slightly parted and moved lightly.

Those lips have been kissed by the palace master long ago, making them moist and colorful, as if a brush stroke of boundless cinnabar was drawn on the dull landscape painting, making the guards who were originally lonely and cold all of a sudden become radiant.

Chu Yan stared at that color, feeling pained for some reason.

He was panting heavily, the tails of his eyes were red, and said hoarsely: "If you don't like it, Gu will never cross the line, you and I will still be the same as before... You will always be Gu's most important bodyguard, okay?"

Promise, he said silently in his heart in a trance.As long as the ink blade agrees, he will have the knife to truly cut off the thread of love.

Mo Ren gasped and shook his head, tremblingly said: "Ah Ren didn't... don't like it..."

He lowered his head and tugged on the black neckline, staggered and took a step closer to Chu Yan, making up for the distance the Lord had retreated.

He whispered in his mouth: "This subordinate just...hasn't mastered it yet... Please forgive the ink blade for a little more time..."

As he spoke, he raised his neck and parted his lips slightly.

This is a very clever pose.

If the master intends to enjoy it, this posture is very suitable for kissing; and if the master does not intend to, this posture is not touched or touched, and it is not considered to be flattering the master.

In short, neither advancing nor retreating crosses the line. If it is placed on the kind of servant who serves others, it must be a very high move.

Chu Yan felt as if he had seen a thunderbolt from the blue sky. He was stunned for a moment in disbelief, but the next moment his anger exploded in his heart, and he shouted, "Who...who taught you this kind of thing!? Say it!! "

He clamped his fingers tightly around Mo Ren's shoulders, with such force that the latter's bones ached.Mo Ren was silent for a moment, and said truthfully: "This subordinate asked Qiu Jin. It was that day...in the inn, the subordinate said it was a private matter."

The guard shook his head, "I beg the lord not to blame her, it was Mo Ren who insisted on her teaching his subordinates."

Chu Yan let go in a daze, and took a step back: "Why...why..."

Mo Ren said: "In the earlier days, one morning, my lord..."

He lowered his eyes, touched his lips with his fingers, and said softly: "I also kissed my subordinates."

There was no sound in the alley for a while, the clouds in the sky darkened, and the drizzle like stitches fell continuously.

They are both people with peak internal energy, if the two of them released their internal energy outward, it would be difficult for this little rain to wet their clothes.

However, dark water stains spread tick-tock on Chu Yan's outer robe, and the palace master seemed to be unaware, staring blankly at the ink blade, the three souls and seven souls had long since dispersed.

It's ridiculous that he still wants to hide it every day. It turns out...it turns out that as early as the first time when he couldn't help himself...

With Chu Yan's appearance, Mo Ren remained silent and withdrew his internal energy.

Soon, Xia Yu gently submerged the two of them.

Through a thin rain curtain, Chu Yanding fixedly looked at Mo Ren and said, "Ah Ren, you don't understand."

Mo Ren insisted: "Ah Ren understands."

There seemed to be something bitter in Chu Yan's throat. He remained silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "Then tell me, what are you lonely for?"

Mo Ren was confused by the question, and when he blinked, a drop of rain jumped from his eyelashes.

He was not prepared for this kind of question.

But at this moment when the Lord came up to ask, he could only answer.Mo Ren pondered for a while, and tried his best to carefully and comprehensively consider the words:

"The subordinate is now the Lord's bodyguard, but as long as the Lord is willing, the ink blade will be the servant on the pillow of the Lord from now on, and it will be the thing that warms the bed in the Lord's back room."

As he spoke, he became a little more confident, thinking to himself that if there was anything he couldn't learn about serving the Lord, he raised his face and said in a firmer tone:

"Moren knows that his appearance and body are difficult to get into the eyes of the palace master, but... no matter how the master wants to use it, his subordinates can accompany him."

"..."

Chu Yan's face was ashen.

He wanted to force a soothing expression to face the ink blade, but his whole body was cold and stiff.

why...

He obviously knew that this was the result, he knew it, and he only asked when he knew it.

But why does my heart still hurt so much when I hear it with my own ears?

The expression on his face was twisted several times, and he couldn't say a word.He was in so much pain that his heart was broken, and the pain was so painful that his bones were chilled. In the end, he was sad, angry and desolate, and he covered his face and laughed out loud.

"Heh...hahaha, ha, hahahaha...!"

Chu Yan hid his face and smiled like crazy in the rain, staggered back until his back hit the wall.

He smiled, with tears in the corners of his eyes.It soon mixed with the rainwater and turned into water marks on the face, which could no longer be distinguished.

Mo Ren didn't know that he answered wrong.

He knelt down with a pale face: "...the lord, forgive me."

"I'm so lonely, Ah Ren."

Chu Yan just laughed, took a deep breath, and raised the ink blade with both hands.

The tears in his eyes did not disappear, but he coaxed softly: "You are the most obedient. It is Gu's fault to scare you like this... If you get hurt by the rain and the cold, you should accompany Gu back to the inn first, and then..."

"—My lord!"

Unexpectedly, the Xuanjin sleeves of the Palace Master were tightly grasped.Mo Ren raised his head in the rain, tremblingly said: "...Forget it."

"Even if the subordinates are dull and don't understand...if I can accompany the servant master to the left and right, Ah Ren would like to learn again."

The black-clothed guard buried his head deeply and kowtowed softly: "Please be merciful, Lord, teach me."

The author has something to say: This is the day Mo Shiwei learns and sells but fails 0w0

"Ah Ren understands." "You know what!!" "QAQ"

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