Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Sending Hua Huaiyin and others away, Rong Mu returned to lie down on the couch tiredly.

The thick quilt and the blazing fire are obviously very suitable for going to bed at noon, but Rong Mu tossed and turned on the couch.

The black-clothed dark guard really stood by, refusing to leave even a step.

Even Steward Zhou came to deliver the medicine an hour later? He was surprised at this man's respect and duty.

Rong Mu glanced lightly at the black-clothed dark guard who had secretly looked at him just now, put down the empty medicine bowl in his hand, and asked casually, "I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"Dark three." The person who was selected,? Dark three quickly replied.

"What I'm asking is your original name." Rong Mu asked again. The sky was gloomy, and several candles were lit in the room. At this moment, the light of the fire fell between his brows, making him look stronger. The hair is transparent.

"This is the name of the subordinate." The dark three said frankly, "I went to the dark guard camp to practice, and I was ranked third in the dark guard rankings, so I was called the dark three."

After hearing the second half of An San's words, Rong Mu suddenly smiled while sitting on the couch: "Ranked third... His Majesty gave me such a powerful person..."

An San raised his eyes boldly, the quilt embroidered with simple cloud patterns just covered the man's waist and abdomen, wearing a plain white underwear, the man on the couch looked extraordinarily thin, even with a sick look, this man was still pretty and dazzling.

But it also has a slightly dangerous atmosphere.

The dark three always felt that the prime minister had something to say.

But he didn't read much, so he couldn't hear the meaning.

Those who were sent to protect this person before came back and said that the prime minister is very gentle,? Why is this so different from what they said now.

People can't see through,? You can't get close, and even speaking now seems to have thorns.

Rong Mu didn't usually do this. If Song Du was here, Song Du would understand that this is what his adults would look like when they were angry. Adults would laugh when they were angry, but the smiles couldn't reach their eyes.

But now Song Du had already left, and Rong Mu didn't even hand him warm tea to rinse his mouth after using up the medicine. Rong Mu simply looked at Steward Zhou with bitterness, and said, "Butler Zhou can give him Are you ready for the house?"

Steward Zhou stroked the beard on his mouth: "Ready, it's the room next to Song Du."

But the dark three refused with a stern face: "This subordinate doesn't need it. As a secret guard, this subordinate can stay up for three days and three nights."

After delivering the medicine bowl to Butler Zhou, Rong Mu's face was not very good-looking: "But if there are outsiders disturbing me, I won't be able to sleep, and I won't be able to sleep at night."

Even Steward Zhou, who had been silent at the side, responded to Rong Mu: "Sir, he is not sleepy at all, and he can't hear anyone making noise around him. Song Du lived in his own room when he was serving Your Excellency. "

An San does not like being compared with Song Du.

He is a secret guard, and he is not used to being sent to the public. Now he has to be compared with a personal attendant. The unhappiness that the secret three have accumulated for a day is showing signs of rising: "But this subordinate needs protection. My lord, if you still want no one to rescue the assassins when they attack, just send your subordinates away."

Unable to get rid of this person, Rong Mu went down to the bed and took out the teacup that had been turned upside down on the table, and poured tea himself to clear his mouth.

After taking a sip of the tea, the bitter medicinal taste eased a bit.

He just got off the bed suddenly, leaving the warm bed, his body was slightly chilled, Rong Mu approached the burning stove beside him, vaguely probing: "Why is there no one to rescue me, isn't it because there are hidden guards nearby In the dark, I don’t lack you here.”

Unaware that this was a secret test by the prime minister of a country, An San blurted out irritable words: "But now there is only one subordinate here."

Only dark three...

The half of Rong Mu's face under the charcoal fire was handsome and beautiful, but there was a faint light in his eyes.

No more questions about An San, Rong Mu felt a little more relaxed, but his expression was still displeased that the important minister was offended: "Since you are following me, are you here to protect me or to monitor me?"

Before Ansan could reply, Rong Mu had already picked up his pace and walked towards the warm clothes beside him.

In the past, Song Du prepared these for him, but now there was no one to help, so Rong Mu put on his clothes slowly: "Forget it, it's not important."

"It's protection." An San straightened his back, not understanding why Rong Mu was so depressed, but he repeated, "The master asked the subordinates to protect the lord."

"I'm tired of hearing the words of protecting me... Your Majesty sent people here to protect me, but so many people couldn't protect me."

"That's different!" The third party seemed to be provoked, "Most of the subordinates were sent out to the palace by the master to do assassination before, and they rarely missed. Now they are sent to protect the lord because of their good skills."

Hearing that his kung fu is good, Rong Mu finally has a little impression of the third person.

When he was still by Chu Yuheng's side before, he heard Chu Yuheng mention that there was a hidden guard under him who was very skilled, and Chu Yuheng let the hidden guard take care of those who should not be alive in Haojing.

Rong Mu's jade-like joints fastened the buttons on his waist one by one, and touched his somewhat messy hair: "You were the one who did it when the whole family of the Qi family died in the rain of blood?"

"It's a subordinate."

"Sun Shangyan died mysteriously in the suburbs of Beijing two years ago?"

"It's a subordinate."

"...The assassin Hua Zheng met at the General's Mansion in Zhenbei..."

"It's also a subordinate."

An San wanted to use this as a meritorious service to prove to Rong Mu that he was indeed capable, but unexpectedly when he heard his words, Rong Mu's hand that tied his hair suddenly loosened, and his ink-like hair fell down from the top of his head, covering half of his face .

It also covered Rong Mu's cold eyes.

It was the black-clothed man in front of him who almost hurt General Hua's life...

As a result, Old General Hua's tendons were severed, and he could no longer pick up his halberd and bend his bow. Rong Mu couldn't help but think about how many things he had done to his family over the years that he shouldn't have done.

But General Hua, who knew the truth early in the morning, didn't blame him, and even took good care of him when he was in northern Xinjiang.

The old general Hua drove away the bandits who came suddenly in northern Xinjiang, taught him the art of capture, and gave him rare jade pendants, but he did not miss his future at all. The old general only asked Zhou Qu to entrust his only One thing is to take good care of Huahuaiyin.

Ming Minghua, the old general, will definitely disclose his identity to the public, even if Chu Yuheng trusts him no matter how much he will feel suspicious of him, let alone Chu Yuheng doesn't trust him at all.

But the old general Hua didn't, instead he repaid his grievances with virtue.

But because he trusted Chu Yuheng too much, Hua Huaiyin almost broke his leg in the prison.

The past is unbearable, every time one recalls it, it is undoubtedly a dagger stabbed in Rong Mu's heart.

What's more, the current third party is the person Chu Yuheng re-sent over, and Rong Mu's not much favor for the third party has completely disappeared at the moment.

The third party's arrival was either to spy on him, or he wanted to take Chu Yuheng's life for Chu Yuheng with ulterior motives. No matter what, the blood on the third party's hands was enough to make Rong Mu feel rebellious.

Rong Mu got up from the couch after drinking the medicine in the afternoon, the snow was not too thick, and scattered snow petals were still floating.

Housekeeper Zhou went to busy with chores in the house, without Song Du's careful instruction, Rong Mu, who was supposed to be recuperating in the warm room, walked around leisurely.

Walking from the two stone lions outside the mansion to the rockery stream in the courtyard, Rong Mu's face was pale from the cold, but Rong Mu didn't stop, as if he was trying to remember something.

The third person is not as considerate as Song Du, he only knows to hold an umbrella for Rong Mu along the way, or before dinner, when housekeeper Zhou came to deliver the soup, he touched Mrs. Tang, who was already cold in Rong Mu's hand, and blamed himself for not sending someone to serve him personally .

Rong Mu didn't care, he drank his tea silently and didn't wink at An Sanban.

At unitary time, the sun sinks.

During dinner time, a visitor from the prime minister's mansion came to see him.

An San didn't know who this person was, but seeing the two meet, Rong Mu's face was filled with a smile, and this was the first smile he showed after sending Hua Huaiyin and Song Du away.

The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the previous depression and frustration are swept away, and there is no sarcasm when facing himself before.

It seems that what the master said is right, the prime minister really doesn't like someone to monitor him.

Seeing that Rong Mu had something to talk about, maybe it was a serious matter, the third party was brought out by the housekeeper Zhou who had always been grimacing.

The third person was finally out of sight, Rong Muqing breathed a sigh of relief, the hypocritical mask he had been wearing all day was finally taken off.

Nodding his head and looking at Zhou Qu again, Rong Mu's eyes were heavy.

"Boss Zhou... the matter I asked you to do before may be arranged tonight."

Zhou Qu frowned, feeling overwhelmed for a while.

Although his subordinates' business ways are intricate and they have many connections, which can help Rong Mu secretly leave Haojing, but with Rong Mu's current position, how could His Majesty let him go so easily.

When Zhou Qu heard Rong Mu whisper that he was going to die in the sea of ​​fire, Zhou Qu yelled even more.

This is a country's prime minister, who died in the capital for no reason, how much turmoil should it cause.

Zhou Qu didn't even dare to think about it.

But Rong Mu insisted, Zhou Qu had no choice but to agree.

After dinner, Rong Mu, who sent Zhou Qu away, was not in a hurry to get on the couch, and walked half a circle along the Prime Minister's Mansion, while An San went wherever he went as usual.

When Rong Mu found the doctor in the palace, he kicked him out: "You wait outside, I have a private matter to tell the doctor."

Thinking that Rong Mu had some hidden illness and it would be inconvenient for outsiders to hear about it, An San hesitated for a moment, and stayed outside the door obediently.

After a while, Rong Mu's face appeared as usual, no one knew that there were some things that shouldn't be hidden in his nostalgia.

Seeing him coming out, the third player followed immediately.

Like a shadow under the light, it is closely accompanied by Rong Mu from day to night.

Rong Mu looked at the non-stop falling snow in the sky, and the black figure who followed him without looking back, the last layer of ice in Rong Mu's eyes gradually condensed, and a sense of boredom welled up in his heart.

There is no way to avoid this man...

It was night, and the only sound in the house was the screeching of charcoal fire, while the wind and snow were whistling outside.

Rong Mu was lying on his side on the couch, with his head resting on his wrist, and he had maintained the same sleeping position for almost an hour.

He rarely fell asleep at Haishi.

But at this moment, An San, who has been following closely, is outside, Rong Mu couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing when he thought that he would be "protected" by such a person who once assassinated Old General Hua.

And Chu Yuheng was even more ridiculous. A person who wanted to kill him said that he would send a top killer to protect him. What kind of reason is that.

The breathing of the person outside the screen finally calmed down, Rong Mu gently took out the smoke from under the pillow, and threw the whole pack into the burning stove not far away.

Suddenly, the smoke lingered and scattered in all directions.

Rong Mu covered his mouth with the wet handkerchief prepared in advance, fearing that the dose of medicine would not be enough, so he injected some more.

After a while, Rong Mu got off the couch and walked out of the room.

On the other side of the Moon Gate, Steward Zhou waited far away. He knew Rong Mu's plan early in the morning, but when this day really came, he realized that he couldn't bear it so much.

He knew that he was no better than Song Du, Song Du was chosen by Rong Mu himself, and he was the one that Old General Hua secretly pointed out to take care of the little master two years ago.

Few people know that the stillborn youngest son of the Hua family is the current prime minister. Steward Zhou spent a shorter time with Rong Mu, but in two years, Steward Zhou, who has no children, really treats Rong Mu as his own. Children look at it.

Just because the little master trusted him so much and entrusted him with such an important matter, Steward Zhou couldn't bear to make such a decision.

Such a good adult, how can he disappear in the world in the future and become unknown.

"Does your lord really want to do this?"

"Do I still have a way out?"

"My lord..." Zhou Steward was speechless when he heard the words.

"Uncle Zhou, don't be so sad." This is the first time Rong Mu called Uncle Zhou. After finishing speaking, Rong Mu himself felt a little embarrassed by such intimacy, "I already know my identity, so I trust Zhou. Uncle, I also trust General Hua, but because of my special status, I am not allowed to stay in Beijing for a long time."

Xixi explained to Housekeeper Zhou, Rong Mu's slightly raised eyelashes were still covered with the wet mist of winter night: "My business... If your Majesty asks later, Uncle Zhou, you can just perfunctory; if His Majesty doesn't ask ...that doesn't matter."

"it is good……"

Steward Zhou's eyes turned red when he heard this, handed the umbrella to Rong Mu, and stepped up to pour out the prepared kerosene.

Rong Mu has been waiting quietly.

The snow in front of the court was very soft, and when one stepped on it, it reached the ankles, but Rong Mu didn't seem to be cold.

His face was as white as porcelain, his lips were as bright as fire, and his ebony hair melted into the darkness.

He was silently burning his flesh and blood for what he was about to do.

Seeing Steward Zhou pouring kerosene around the house where he lived for five years, Rong Mu took out the jade pendant that he had been holding tightly in his hand, and handed it to Steward Zhou. He was extremely calm from the beginning to the end.

"Put this on Ansan's waist in the house, let's burn it together..."

Without the jade pendant, Chu Yuheng would not have believed that he died in the sea of ​​fire.

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