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

Xuan Jing came to Qiao Mo's side, pricked up his ears and listened, just in time to hear "I am not the master's man..."

Xuan Jingqi didn't call anywhere, and the co-author heard this sentence in the past half a day.

Fortunately, he also gave Qiao Mo psychological hints every day, that he was really playing the piano with a cow, and all his efforts were useless.

Xuan Jing was a little unhappy, and said arrogantly: "Go and open the door, what are you mumbling about alone?"

Perhaps it is human instinct to survive, Qiao Mo suddenly came back from the fugue, he stared at the expression of his master, and swallowed back the words "This subordinate is offended, I will never dare to be your...man", and just Obediently went to open the door.

Only then did Xuan Jing calm down.

Xuan Jing hadn't been to this house since he bought it. For some unknown reason, he had never had someone come over to clean it. Now that he opened the door, the scene was quite spectacular.

Xuan Jing opened his mouth wide in surprise, he could only say that the ecological environment is good.

It's summer now, and summer is naturally a good time for green trees and flowers to bloom, but this yard is really too colorful.

In front of the main room in the north, there is a huge sycamore tree. The leaves of the sycamore tree, which are bigger than Xuan Jing's face, are rustling under the breeze. A few rays of sunlight come in and it looks like it is full of vitality.

But under the tree, it was a bit messy.

Large tracts of unknown weeds and wild flowers filled the entire yard. In the far corner, there was a small jujube tree with a height of half a person sprouting green buds, struggling to survive among a pile of weeds taller than it.

Xuan Jing silently recalled where all the peonies in the yard went when he bought this house, whether they turned into peony fairies and flew away or were eaten by these weeds.

Really, it's hard to say.

In contrast, Qiao Mo was much calmer. Where had he not been when he was on a mission?What scene haven't you seen?Although the yard looks a little "desolate" to him now, it should be fine after cleaning, but the owner has been wronged.

After the master resigned, he was hit hard, and the palace was no longer there. He wanted to come to this place to cultivate. It seems that resignation has dealt a heavy blow to the master. He has to respect the master even more.

Qiao Mo took off his outer shirt very quickly. The black bunt was too small, so he took off the long shirt inside again. Xuan Jing looked at it blankly, wondering if he was enlightened and wanted to throw himself into his arms. hug?

Although it's not good to declare prostitution in the daytime, and it's really not easy to have sex with people in a place like the gate, but if Qiao Mo insists, he can declare the scene, at worst, just strip the person naked and hug him in. A gentleman has the virtue of adult beauty, Xuan Jing even thought about what posture to use later, and was waiting for the person to take off his underwear to hug him in when he saw Qiao Mo folding the clothes he had just taken off. They were neatly laid out on the floor, and then they knelt down and asked for instructions: "The courtyard is desolate, please sit here for a while, and the subordinates will clean it up."

Xuan Jing: "..."

He was really afraid that one day he would not die at the hands of the emperor, not because of political struggle, but because of Qiao Mo's anger.

Xuan Jing held his head, and just wanted to find a place where no one was around to scold someone for a while. He was hurt by Qiao Mo's anger, so he knew that it was impossible to expect this wood to open up on its own initiative.

Qiao Mo was very considerate at this time. He saw the master holding his forehead and pinching the center of his brows. He guessed that the master must be tired or was exposed to the sun, so he quickly helped the master on the clothes he had just laid.

Xuan Jing, when Xuan Jing was pushed to sit up, his brain hurt even more.

Qiao Mo ran to the carriage again and took out a small bowl of ice cheese that the master used to eat in the ice cup: "The master will eat some ice cream to relieve fatigue, and the subordinates will make it soon."

Xuan Jing had no choice but to take it over, waved his hand feebly and sent him off to work.

Qiao Mo said soon, that is really fast, some green juice hung on Leng Han's "Zangfeng" sword, and this sword that has always been weeping blood also drank some weed juice today.

Because he took off his coat to the master, Qiao Mo's snow-white obscene clothes were also stained with various messy colors, but there was indeed a path to walk in the yard.

Fearing that the master would be anxious to wait, Qiao Mo just packed the main house first, and then brought all the luggage on the carriage and put them away one by one. Hanging on the shelf were the clothes and accessories that the owner would change in a while, and they looked good before they went to the door and invited the owner in.

Xuan Jing was idly grazing at the door, but he didn't want to help, not to mention whether he wanted to pull weeds in the yard, but just said that if Qiao Mo saw him go get those things, his blood would probably be splashed on the spot. Admonish the master.

Xuan Jing can even guess what he wants to say, it's just that some masters can't do this, let the subordinates do the dirty work and so on.

It seemed that he, Qiao Mo, could be greatly wronged by doing some work.

But it is also understandable, after all, in the feudal society, he was powerless to change this society, and he didn't want to be treated as a monster, so he could only do this, and slowly raped Qiao Mo.

When Xuan Jing sighed No. 11 times, Qiao Mo finally appeared in front of him.

"The master is suffering. The subordinates have already cleaned the main house. The master should go and rest for a while."

After Qiao Mo finished speaking, he turned around in a kneeling position and squatted at Xuan Jing's feet. Xuan Jing sighed again, then lay down on Qiao Mo's solid back, and hugged his neck.

Qiao Mo adjusted his posture slightly to make the master lie more stable, and then he carried the man on his back and walked over the ramp of weeds that he had just finished picking.

Qiao Mo didn't put the master down until he was in the house, and when Xuan Jing sat firmly, he handed the freshly poured tea to Xuan Jing's hand, and when the master took it, he knelt down at his feet and began to take off the master's shoes.

This time the master only brought him alone, so he had to do the job of serving with him. He was only worried that his hands would hurt the master, so he could only carefully put the master's boots aside and put the master's boots on the side. Feet resting on his lap.

The master has walked a lot today, so he must be tired. He has to help the master to relieve his fatigue by pressing the button.

Qiao Mo lowered his head and carefully massaged Xuan Jing's feet like jewels, but Xuan Jing was not used to it.

When he first came, he was really repulsed by those servants who would kneel down to pay respects at every turn, and he couldn't see his behavior of asking people to wear his clothes, so he directly waved them away.

But he found that every time he sent people away, these people would beg him to let them stay and serve next time, and Xuan Jing knew that these people were punished.

Whether it's your fault or not, it's your fault if the master doesn't want you to serve, this is what Xuan Jing said when he heard the housekeeper reprimanding his servants.

Since then, he has stopped chasing people away, and even though he is not used to it, he has learned how to be served by ordinary princes and nobles, but no matter how overbearing and domineering, he has never done anything to bully others.

But being served by others, after getting used to it for ten years, he thought he was indifferent, but at this moment, he saw Qiao Mo holding his foot carefully with his head down, and stealing glances at his face from time to time, for fear that he might have something to do. With a slightly uncomfortable look, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't want Qiao Mo to do this.

Qiao Mo is his shadow guard, and he is also an indomitable man. He can defend his family and the country, and he can also look after his home, but he can't do such lowly things, even if the person is him.

His Momo should pamper him, love him, and protect him, instead of serving him cautiously.

Xuan Jing gently pulled his foot back, but Qiao Mo became extremely anxious. He hurriedly apologized: "But this subordinate hurt the master? Please ask the master to punish him. This subordinate will give the master medicine."

"No," Xuan Jing shook his head, "You press it very well, but you don't have to do these things."

Hearing that he was serving well, Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and said seriously: "The master didn't bring any waiters with him, so he brought one of his subordinates. Naturally, the subordinates do these tasks. The subordinates are clumsy, and the master punishes them more. It's a long memory."

Xuan Jing shook his head again, and found an excuse: "No, we came to Nanshan to rest, we all get used to the life here, and we don't need to bring the rules from the palace."

The master is still sad to resign, Qiao Mo thought, the master is no longer a prince, and the master has to be forced to get used to the life of ordinary people.

Just as he was about to persuade him again that etiquette cannot be abandoned, Qiao Mo was pinched by the wrist.

It was the first time that the lifeline was in someone else's hands. Qiao Mo couldn't get used to it. Resisting the urge to pull his hand away, Qiao Mo raised his head and asked his own question: "Master?"

Xuan Jing knew that after he finished talking, Qiao Mo must tell him the truth, saying that the master is the master, even if the master is not the prince, the subordinates are still the master's subordinates, so he decided to strike first.

Xuan Jing held Qiao Mo's wrist, his eyes were full of tears when he squeezed, he looked very pitiful, he shook Qiao Mo's wrist, and said coquettishly, "You just obey me..."

"Mo Mo..."

"I think so, are you disobedient?"

Of course he has to be obedient. Qiao Mo's heart and eyes are full of tears, let alone serving on his knees at this time, even if he is asked to kneel and roll nails to assassinate the emperor, that is still acceptable... …

Qiao Mo lowered his head first, his voice hoarse: "Subordinate, be obedient."

Xuan Jing was very satisfied, not in vain the tears he made from winking for a long time.

Xuan Jing made an inch, and sobbed: "Could it be that I am no longer the prince, you don't listen to me, I ask you to stand up and you insist on kneeling, and I ask you to accompany me to eat but you refuse, why, why are you so It's hard to wait..."

Conscience of heaven and earth, this is really unreasonable trouble, how can a servant eat at the same table with the master, how dare he be presumptuous in front of the master?

But Qiao Mo didn't dare to talk about the rules to the master now. The master looked so wronged now, let's talk about the rules in another day. At worst, he would punish himself after eating with the master.

Qiao Mo was just coaxing the master at the moment, pouring another cup of tea and coaxing warmly: "Your subordinate is obedient, master, drink some tea to moisten your throat and rest, okay?"

Xuan Jing just pretended too much, and accidentally hiccupped, and now he was really choking, but he held Qiao Mo's wrist with both hands, and he didn't answer Qiao Mo's words, just pretending Aggrieved and said: "Then you feed me."