After I retired, I became Shadow Guard's little wife

Xuan Luo had been staring at the curtain embroidered with intricate dragon patterns for a long time. When he woke up, he found himself nestled in Zhou Si's arms, holding Zhou Si's arm with both hands. Zhou Si's hand was raised slightly, looking like It was as if he was afraid that the iron chain would hurt him, so he deliberately put it aside.

Zhou Si's eyes were slightly blue, probably because he didn't sleep all night, he came out of Zhou Si's arms and rang the iron chain without waking anyone up.

It is said that drunkenness is a mistake, Xuan Luo now takes it seriously, after he came out of Funing Palace yesterday, he was upset, he didn't want to come back immediately, so he went to the Jinzhao Pavilion to listen to the music, the actor babbled and sang, he drank without knowing it. Quite a few, I vaguely remember that I seem to have rewarded someone from the Golden Photo Studio, but I don’t remember anything about it.

Including how he ran into Zhou Si's arms.

Xuan Luo got down from the bed with a blank face. Wang Lin heard the movement and opened the curtain to come in to serve him. Xuan Luo waved to him, and the curtain was quietly lowered again.

Xuan Luo looked down at the person on the bed, even though he got up, Zhou Si's hand was still raised slightly, as if he was afraid of pressing him down, the skin on his wrist was already worn out, and the red marks turned into a deep gully , A trace of unbearable slipped from the bottom of my heart.

It was his impulse to lock Zhou Si on the bed, but he didn't regret it. He couldn't let go of Zhou Si, and he couldn't trust him as before, so he could only lock him on the bed, making him unable to escape or escape.

But what happened last night is really a headache.

Although it is summer, there are ice mirrors in the bedroom, it is very cool, Xuan Luo took one side of the brocade quilt and covered Zhou Si's body, and just walked out.

Wang Lin was waiting outside. His Majesty had locked him on the bed for so many days. He thought he wanted Zhou Si to sleep with him, but His Majesty never stayed overnight. He just went to the side hall to sleep after eating every day.

Zhou Si didn't know, but he, Wang Lin, saw it. How decent was it for a dignified nobleman to give up the dragon bed in his bedroom to a former guard who fell out of favor?

But Wang Lin only thought about it, he didn't dare to touch His Majesty's brow, His Majesty was usually easy to talk, but when Zhou Si was mentioned, his face was gloomy, as if he was going to kill someone to vent his anger the next moment.

Yesterday, His Majesty was drunk and went back here directly, and didn't let them come in to serve him. Wang Lin was really afraid that His Majesty would strangle Zhou Si to death on the dragon bed if he was not sober.

He was even worried about how His Majesty would control the mouths of the people below when he sent him in to collect the corpse, so as not to let this matter spread.

Unexpectedly, after a night of trembling and trembling, there was no movement in the bedroom, only a little crying could be heard faintly. Wang Lin had been immersed in the palace for many years, and he guessed that His Majesty really accepted Zhou Si this time.

Zhou Si is very athletic and seldom gets injured. He usually stays silent with sticks on his body, but now he is being beaten by His Majesty, by His Majesty...

Your Majesty is indeed the prince and grandson...

But His Majesty really loves people, just after accepting Zhou Si, he didn't let himself go in to serve him, and the way he waved his hands was obviously for fear of waking people up, Wang Lin thought it was not bad, at least His Majesty would not hear it again in the future Zhou Si's affairs became gloomy and uncertain.

When Xuan Luo came out, he saw Wang Lin leaning on the pillar and smiling like a flower. He didn't even notice him when he came out. The little eunuch standing next to him was almost crying with fright, and knelt on the ground and pulled his hand tremblingly. The edge of Rawanglin's robe.

Xuan Luo watched with a half-smile, but didn't stop him.

Wang Lin was thinking wildly when he felt someone pull him, and suddenly he was looking at Xuan Luo's handsome face, which was still looking at him with a half-smile.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Wang Lin knelt on the ground in fright, his knees were so painful that he almost cried out.

Xuan Luo didn't say a word, he walked back to the side hall, Wang Lin complained in his heart, didn't dare to get up, and followed behind on his knees.

After reaching the side hall, Xuan Luo made a sound, without distinguishing between emotions and anger, "What bad thing did you think about just now?"

Wang Lin has never made such a low-level mistake since Xuan Luo ascended the throne. At this moment, he was as frightened as a young eunuch who just entered the palace, and he stammered back: "Return to Your Majesty, this slave just wanted to prepare some medicine for Zhou. The son sent it."

After all, His Majesty made people cry, and that was Zhou Si, Zhou Si who hadn't even uttered a word when he was executed with the cane.

Xuan Luo frowned when he thought of the wrist with circles of red marks he saw just now, he would not let him go, but it doesn't seem to work if it goes on like this, it would be good if his wrist was broken.

So Xuan Luo nodded and ordered: "Send more."

More, send more?

Alarm bells rang loudly in Wang Lin's heart, His Majesty is going to be in constant contemplation in the future?

It's true that being with you is like being with a tiger. You were tortured a while ago, but now you are pampered.

It seems that I have to be more careful in the future.

"Yes." This time Wang Lin didn't dare to think about what was there and what wasn't, so he quickly agreed.

Only then did Xuan Luo calm down, and said, "Get up."

With the episode just now, Wang Lin didn't dare to think about it anymore. After all, the king's heart is unpredictable. Maybe he is fine at this moment, and he will kill him the next moment.

Wang Lin was carefully waiting for Xuan Luo to change his clothes when he heard His Majesty ask, "How is A Jing? Han Siwan hasn't taken back A Jing's heart yet?"

Except for the few days when Xuan Luo asked him a few times, he didn't ask much during the rest of the time. After all, he was busy with state affairs, so he really didn't have time to ask his disobedient brother who ran away from home every day.

Anyway, more people were sent over there, and Wang Lin would report back to him if something important happened, so he didn't read the secret report submitted by Wang Lin in the past few days.

"Miss Han is staying here, but the prince doesn't see Miss Han very much. He just eats together every day and usually does his own thing. The spies said that the prince is busy teaching people how to read, so he pushed Miss Han to Aunt Zhou who is next door. Let Miss Han go to learn how to cook every day."

"Let Han Siwan learn how to cook?" Xuan Luo frowned, a little in disbelief: "Han Siwan is the prime minister's grandson, and she will be Princess Jing in the future, so it's fine for him to learn some embroidery, and learn from a village woman." cooking?"

"That's right," Wang Lin replied with a bitter face: "Miss Han also refused, saying that she couldn't learn that thing, so the prince brought people to teach people how to read."

"Who is he going to teach to read? The prince is tired of being a teacher and wants to be a teacher?" Xuan Luo's tone was not kind, and thinking of Xuan Jing's temper made him even more headache.

Wang Lin persuaded in a low voice: "Perhaps it is a novelty for the prince, and he wants to experience the joy of teaching."

Xuan Luo was noncommittal, and hummed: "Maybe there are some bad ideas in my heart, let Han Siwan be careful, if I don't kidnap Ah Jing and get tricked, I will not be responsible for explaining to Han Xiang."

Nanshan Town.

Xuan Jing, Xuan Jing really doesn't want to experience the fun of teaching, he just wants to experience the fun of beating people.

That brat Zhou Xiaobao was like a ghost, jumping on his bottom line.

Ask him to write ten big characters, and then read it after half an hour. He really wrote "ten big characters" on the paper.

Xuan Jingqi had a headache, and his mind was full of not being able to hit a child, so he suppressed his anger.

Last time, he asked Qiao Mo to teach Zhou Xiaobao some rough kung fu so that he could exercise his body. How could he know that the kid jumped up and down just after learning some kung fu, and dared to go up the tree to pick fruit when Qiao Mo was not around, and even teamed up with Han Siwan to hide his pastry and steal it. After eating, his mouth was full of crumbs and he said he didn't see it.

Xuan Jing was instructing Qiao Mo to do something light at noon to relieve his anger when he heard a flurry of noises outside, which made people's eyelids twitch.

"Zhou Xiaobao..." Xuan Jing called out to him in a drawn-out voice, he now understood Aunt Zhou, it wasn't that Aunt Zhou brought up a loud voice, but Aunt Zhou was forced to have a loud voice by this child.

"Master, do you want to be subordinate..."

Xuan Jing gritted his teeth and hummed: "No need."

After he finished speaking, he went to the yard. Zhou Xiaobao got a bunch of firecrackers out of nowhere and was setting them off in the yard, saying that he wanted to blow up the screaming frogs last night.

Xuan Jingqi had a headache: "Who told you that frogs can be blown out? No, who told you that frogs are in this yard?"

"Aunt Han."

Xuan Jing: ...

Xuan Jing took a deep breath, and said with a half smile: "There are no frogs here. Frogs live in the water. You go and take the remaining firecrackers to find your Aunt Han. Your Aunt Han is familiar with frogs. Maybe once the frog is fried, it will fly over by itself from the river."

"Can frogs fly?" Zhou Xiaobao tilted his head thinking.

Xuan Jing's patience was almost exhausted, and he lowered his voice and shouted: "You know that frogs can't fly, but you are still tossing around in this courtyard. Does this floor seem to be able to drill frogs?"

Han Siwan laughed happily when she heard the movement: "Your Highness, don't be angry, you can't be angry, it will hurt your health."

Xuan Jingxin said that I shouldn't be soft-hearted and leave you as a disaster, crying to death at the door and not even opening the door.

The two were making a fuss, but suddenly there was a knocking sound outside.

Qiao Mo went out to have a look, and came back to report, "Master, this is the funeral procession."

Funeral?Shouldn't the funeral be in the evening?He remembered that the custom in this village was to send funerals on three days, which happened to be the time of You, and it was only Chen, what kind of funerals were sent?

"It is said that someone died suddenly and got a serious illness. It is not appropriate to stop for three days, so I am mourning now."

"Do you want to check it out?"

"No need," Xuan Jing thought for a while, and said, "We're just borrowing it, and it's not appropriate to meddle in these matters."

"Yes." Qiao Mo lowered his head and raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, the master was only staying here for a while, and they won't stay here for long.

The master will go back with Ms. Han soon, when the official will be reinstated and the mistress will be welcomed in Prince Jing's mansion, so what should he do.

He didn't forget that on the first day Miss Han came, she told the master that she wanted him to go there.

But he didn't want to be with anyone other than the master.

You have to figure out a way to follow the master forever.

Qiao Mo frowned, trying to recall, the master seemed to have said that he liked him, although it was a joke, but it's not impossible to work hard.

You have to make your master really like you, Qiao Mo thought.

But it seems a bit difficult, he can't do things that seduce the master, and he can't do things that hurt the master. Qiao Mo's headache is a headache because he has never taken the initiative to please anyone, and now he really has a headache.

The master was still arguing with Miss Han, and Qiao Mo was seriously thinking about how to please the master, but no one noticed that the funeral procession outside suddenly stopped.

It just happened to stop at the gate of Xuanjing's house.