The emperor's loyal dog, oh, ran away?

Dawn, the sky is hazy.

Today is foggy and the visibility is not high. The weather in March is still cold and cold. Although it is suitable for sleeping in bed, the palace maids and eunuchs have already risen at this time in the palace. It should be the time when the palace maids prepare to serve the emperor in the morning. However, the surrounding area of ​​Yuanqian Palace was still quiet.

Only a faint sound of piercing wind could be faintly heard from a certain corner of the palace. Looking carefully, a man in plain clothes was gesticulating against the air with a sword in his hand.

The man's eyes were covered and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his skill with his hands was so advanced that even a layman could see it.

With one hand behind his back, he gently scraped the ground with the sword in the other. The scattered fallen leaves that fell quietly last night were blown into the air. His moves were fierce but not vicious.

One sword, two swords... The wind of the sword is continuous, not destroying the fragile blade but not letting it fall to the ground.When he can't see, he needs great concentration and control.

It wasn't over until the seven or eight leaves were piled up messily and trembled slightly on the tip of his flat sword.

He took a few breaths, and took off the cloth covering the lower part.After careful inspection, I still found that there were several invisible cracks on the two leaves.

He frowned. Excessive mental energy consumption was more exhausting than fierce battles. He wiped off the thin sweat on his brow and glanced at the sky. It was almost time.

He is a guard. When he was on a mission a few years ago, he accidentally injured the Holy Majesty in a chaotic situation. After that, he realized his own shortcomings. He has perfected his killing skills, but it is even more difficult to protect people. .

So he still needs to keep improving.

He returned to his small room, wiped off the wet sweat with cold water, changed into clean clothes, and tied his hair back up. After making sure that he was neatly dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. He himself became more and more disgusted with this poor face that the emperor had told him about. Frowning, he grabbed the mask on the side and put it on his face.

Then he turned around and went to the emperor's bedroom. Director Sun, who was dedicated to serving the emperor, had already knelt and waited at the palace gate for a long time.

When he saw him coming, he got up to say hello, but because it was inconvenient to hold something in his hand, he bowed his head slightly: "President Li."

He also bowed his hand in return.

After taking the things in his hand, he gently opened the door of the palace and entered.

He glanced at the hot water and washing utensils on the side, and it turned out that he was a little late, and Manager Sun would not greet him on weekdays.

He put the clean clothes in his hands aside, and before he came to the dragon couch, he hung up the curtain.

At times like this in the past, he would always enjoy the unique time that he could monopolize a man for a while, and he could unscrupulously peep at the emperor's holy face, even his breath was close at hand.

After he ascended the throne, he no longer slept as lightly as before, and any slight disturbance would wake him up.

This is great.

His deed of sale had expired two months ago.It was just because of the turmoil in the court during his first year as the throne, and he wanted to wait for him to stabilize before leaving.

The closer he was, the more his responsibilities weighed on him... This distance was sweet and exhausting.

He stabilized his mind, and after withdrawing his gaze, he knelt respectfully in front of the bed and called out to the person on the bed.

"Your Majesty, it's time to get up."

He was only allowed to speak in front of the emperor, and his voice was a little hoarse due to his seldom speaking.

The person on the bed didn't move, he called again, again.

Before there was any movement, when he got up to fetch hot water to clean the emperor's face, the man on the bed suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"Li Rang?"

"Subordinates are here."

The man muttered something in his mouth, his tone was not very good, and his brows were furrowed.

He pulled hard so hard that Li Rang almost fell directly on the emperor. The hand near the bedpost was pulled by the emperor. He didn't dare to break free, it might hurt the emperor.Only by putting one hand on the emperor's side can he avoid the disrespect of throwing himself on the emperor.