Shadow guard, he carried my cub

"My lord is serious. I am here just to tell you that the world is no better than the imperial court. My lord should not be ruined by a guard."

Ouyang Moyu's complexion improved, saying this meant that he would not pursue Yiying any more.

Chi Ming showed gratitude: "The young leader is right, I will definitely restrain my subordinates in the future," Chi Ming looked at Yiying who was kneeling again: "Hurry up and thank the young leader."

"Thank you, Young Master."

Ouyang Moyu nodded slightly: "I won't disturb your lord anymore."

"Young leader, go slowly."

After Ouyang Moyu left, only his own people were left in the yard, Chi Ming turned calm and turned back to the house, Yiying got up and hurriedly followed.

"I thought you would come up with something good."

Yiying was a little embarrassed, the martial arts conference was approaching, and he couldn't think of a better way in a short time, this method was the most direct and useful.

"Being able to ask the master for an explanation for an irrelevant woman, Ouyang Moyu's character should be trustworthy."

Chi Ming nodded: "My trust in him is not in vain. It is a blessing for such a person to be the leader of the martial arts with knowledge and interest, and not to cause trouble for the court and me."

The reason why Chi Ming decided to help Ouyang Moyu was not only because of that thing, but also because the rivers and lakes and the imperial court have lived in peace for many years. The martial arts managed by the old leader has rules and regulations, and he never conflicts with the imperial court, which really reassures Chi Ming a lot. Now that the old alliance leader has passed away, Chi Ming naturally hopes that the new alliance leader will be the same as the old alliance leader. Ouyang Moyu's seeking help from the imperial court can be said to be in Chi Ming's arms.

Over there Chi Ming is glad that Ouyang Moyu is a sensible person, but here Ouyang Moyu is worried in the room.

He could tell what happened during the day, Lord Ming didn't trust him to deliberately test him, Ouyang Moyu knew that finding cooperation with the imperial court was not the best choice, if it wasn't really impossible, why would he think about it.

It's just that now I'm afraid that Master Zai Ming won't help him wholeheartedly. In the end, he will not only lose his position as the leader of the alliance, but also lose his position in the hearts of the Jianghu people. It's not that he cares about these false names, but what will he do without them? Expose Yang Fan's true face and return Wulin justice.

Ouyang Moyu sighed, wondering if his performance today made Lord Ming help him wholeheartedly after dispelling his doubts, Ouyang Moyu thought that he would need to be more dedicated in the future.

The martial arts conference started, heroes from all walks of life gathered together, not only the open space was full of people, even the trees were crowded with people who wanted to watch the excitement.

This martial arts conference was organized by Ouyang Moyu and several prestigious veteran sects in the martial arts. For the sake of fairness, Ouyang Moyu only participated in the competition for the leader of the martial arts conference at the beginning, and other things were sent separately. host.

Chi Ming and Yiying followed Ouyang Moyu to the venue, and met a man in his 40s with a smile on his face. Behind the man was a young man in white clothes. The man's gilt mask blocked the right half of his face, and his eyes were straight Yiying cast it.

Yiying was startled, and immediately whispered into the master's ear: "Master, it is this person that Mingjian Villa found its subordinate."

Chi Ming heard that following Yiying's eyes, he also saw the man wearing half of the gilt mask. The man's exposed half face was fair-skinned and the bridge of the nose was straight. It is not difficult to see that under the mask should be a very handsome face.

Chi Ming looked at the gap between the masked man, and Ouyang Moyu was already chatting with the man in front of the masked man.

I just heard Ouyang Moyu introduce each other to Chi Ming and the other party: "Introduce to Master Yang, this is Lord Ming of the court, this is Lord Ming's bodyguard Yiying, Lord Ming, this is Mingjian Villa The owner of the villa, Yang Zhuang."

Even if the two of them do not get along with each other on the surface, Yang Fan smiled and bowed to Chi Ming politely: "So it's Master Ming, I'm disrespectful."

Chi Ming also returned the gift: "I have admired the name of Zhuang Zhuang for a long time, but who is behind the Zhuang Zhu?"

Chi Ming looked at the masked man.

"This is my friend, named Wu Jiu. He wears a mask because he accidentally disfigured his face. Lord Wang Ming, please don't be offended."

Chi Ming smiled lightly, as if he didn't care much: "Erbur Diu, there is no blame on the body, a good name."

After all, no matter what the others left first, Ouyang Moyu apologized and followed.

Yang Fan was inexplicably stunned for a moment.

And the man named Wu Jiu couldn't maintain the smile at the corner of his mouth after hearing Chi Ming's words, and strong hatred burst out from his eyes.

The martial arts conference is divided into three stages. In the first stage of the martial arts test, Ouyang Moyu and Yang Fan will also participate in the competition, but they do not intend to participate in the first day, and first sit on the sidelines and watch other people compete.

Although everyone in the world knows that in the end the martial arts leader is either Yang Fan or Ouyang Moyu, but who doesn't want to show their face at the martial arts conference, if they can't beat Yang Fan and Ouyang Moyu, can they still beat others? Too many people are not interesting, you have to give people something to look at.

Chi Ming sat in the audience, with Ouyang Moyu on the left, Yang Fan and his friend on the right, and Yiying standing straight behind him.

"It's boring."

After watching Chi Ming for a while, he felt more and more boring. On the first day, the people who participated in the arena were all mediocre martial arts, not as exciting as the imperial court's martial arts test.

"Master, can you go somewhere else?"

On the first day of the martial arts conference, it doesn't matter whether there is Chi Ming or not, as long as Ouyang Moyu comes to support him when he comes on stage, and fight for face.

Chi Ming did not refuse Yiying's proposal, nodded, and after apologizing to Ouyang Moyu, he and Yiying left the venue.

The man named Wu Jiu cast a vicious glance at the backs of Chi Ming and Yiying, and then showed a strange smile.

All the martial arts people who came to Jinling City went to watch the competition, but the streets returned to their original appearance and were no longer as crowded as before.

Today Chi Ming is wearing a dark purple brocade gown with sleeves. His shoulders are broad and his waist is narrow. He is handsome. Coupled with his natural imperial aura, he can tell that he is not an ordinary person at a glance. This has attracted many Huaichun women to sneak glances sideways.

Yiying followed behind the master and was always vigilant about the surroundings. The martial arts conference was held, and it was inevitable that some unruly people would take the opportunity to sneak into Jinling City. Yiying regretted the idea of ​​letting the master come out for a stroll. There are so many people in the venue that there will be no problems. But now he is the only one beside the master.

Yiying took a step forward and wanted to ask the master to go back, but before he could open his mouth, he saw the master turned around and turned to a sugar dispenser's stall, so Yiying had to follow.

There are several lifelike animals inserted in the booth, and each golden animal exudes a fragrant sweet smell.

Chi Ming pondered for a while: "Will it water people?"

The stall owner was an elderly man, and he grinned when he heard the words: "Yes, yes, the little old man's craftsmanship is passed down from his ancestors, so there is nothing that cannot be poured."

Chi Ming nodded and pointed at Yiying beside him: "Pour one in his style."

"okay!"

The little old man was so passionate that he started to move his hands without saying a word.

Yiying always whispered in the master's ear worriedly: "Master, the things on the side of the road are not safe, please go back with your subordinates."

Chi Ming watched intently and indifferently as the stall owner used golden maltose to slowly pour out a Yiying-like sugar figurine.

Still lifelike, with a nose and eyes, the palm-sized sugar figure Yiying stood on the bamboo stick in Chi Ming's hand. After all, it is a sugar figure, not to mention very similar.

Chi Ming nodded in satisfaction: "It does look a bit like it, good things come in pairs, let's pour another one like mine."

"No problem, the guest will wait for a while."

The little old man happily said to do it, and after a while, another Chi Ming sugar figure of normal size came out.

Chi Ming signaled Yiying to pay for the sugar figurine, and Yiying casually took out a piece of silver and handed it to the stall owner without asking the price, and then took the sugar figurine from the stall owner.

A sugar man only has a few pennies, and this two silver is enough for his family's living expenses for several months. Sure enough, he met a nobleman. The stall owner smiled and watched the two kind-hearted noblemen leave. .

Yiying was at a loss with the sugar figurine that looked like his master in his hand. The master said it was a reward for him, but he didn't dare to speak at all, as if it would be disrespectful to take a second look.

Yiying looked at the master who was one step ahead, and saw that the master was looking at the sugar figure in his hand thoughtfully, wondering whether the master would not be able to speak to a sugar figure that looked like him, but the master did not hesitate. He opened his mouth and bit off the sugar man's head.

Yiying: ...

It turns out that the master is not unable to speak, but is thinking about where to speak first.

Yiying's neck felt cold for no reason, and from his perspective, he could still see the cheeks fluttering when his master chewed, and he could vaguely hear the crackling sound of his master's teeth biting into the sugar man.

Yiying: ...

At the gate of Mingyuezhuang, Chi Ming threw away the bare bamboo stick, turned around and saw that the candy figurine in Yiying's hand was still intact, and asked, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

Yiying avoided her eyes: "Subordinates don't like sweets."

"I was negligent, so throw it away."

After finishing speaking, she grabbed the sugar figure from Yiying's hand and threw it out. Seeing the sugar figure falling to the ground and falling apart, Yiying pursed her lips and said nothing.

"If you don't like to say it in the future, then it is."

The master's tone was calm, Yiying wasn't sure if the master was angry, so he just answered "yes" according to the master's intention

As night fell, Yiying helped the master take off the clothes and hung them neatly on the hangers.

"Stay tonight."

Yiying's eyes flickered in response: "Yes."

The master respects him as the emperor but has not accepted a harem so far, and the only person who attends the bed is Yiying herself.

It's not that there are no adults who recommend it, but it's just that they are suppressed by the master's thunderous anger every time. The emperor was unwilling to accept the harem, and there were even rumors that the master was inhumane.

When Yiying first heard this rumor, he thought it was ridiculous and outrageous. If the owner is inhumane, is he being raped by a pig or eaten by a dog?

Chi Ming leaned over Yiying's neck and took a bite, he didn't let go of his teeth until he tasted the blood in his mouth.

"Sigh~"

There was a stabbing pain in his body, and the painful Yiying took a breath, but his master continued without mercy, and his actions could be called rough.

Even if the master never stands up, and the only person who serves the bed is herself, Yiying will not feel that the master loves him, because the master's performance in this matter is too obvious, it has nothing to do with love, it is just for venting, and Yiying is in awe from beginning to end. Instead of the feeling of being loved, there is a sense of humiliation of being tortured.

Maybe his master is not inhumane, but he doesn't love girls and blue girls, and he is just a shield.

Afterwards, Yiying wanted to get up and go back to his room. Although he often served the bed, he never spent the night beside the emperor's couch.

"Where?"

Chi Ming's voice was full of laziness, deep and magnetic.

"The subordinate returns to his room."

Chi Ming lay on his side on the bed without even opening his eyes, like a big lazy tiger after eating and drinking.

"This is not a palace and there is no need to abide by those rules."

Yiying understood what the master meant, answered "Yes" and then lay down slowly, closing her eyes.