break the barrier

On the second day, the outer courtyard was clean without a trace of blood, and Zhou Prison's blood-soaked undershirt was also disposed of by Wei Xiao, who rarely woke up early.

"Why is Jiyun so serious today? I didn't sleep well last night, so don't get tired." Wei Xiao was going to take a nap, but Zhou Prison said that he had homework to do, not only homework, Wei Xiao felt that Zhou Prison even had a good sitting posture today .

Zhou Yu straightened his waist, "I will be more serious in the future!"

"Really? Then let me see if there are butterflies on Jiyun's paper today!" Wei Xiao said and got up to get the paper on Zhou Yu's desk. Zhou Yu handed it over confidently, and the handwriting was really clean Jing said, "Tsk tsk, I thought you had to draw some erotic palaces."

"Teacher!" Zhou Yu frowned and complained, but there was only complaint.

"Okay, I have something to tell you." Wei Xiao sat down again. He had thought about this matter last night. After all, Prison Zhou has grown up, and some things will always be inconvenient in the future, "I will send someone to you in the past two days. Clean up, you'd better go back to your bedroom, okay?"

He thought that Zhou Prison would be unwilling, but he agreed without much hesitation, which is normal, and he probably felt embarrassed last night, "Ji Yun, King Da Chong forbids sex, lust, and you are thin-skinned. Do you understand?"

Seeing Zhou Prison nodding, he continued, "I know this ban is too much, but this is the only way to do it now. You probably know that my teacher..." Wei Xiao walked around to his side and patted him on the shoulder, " It doesn't matter, maybe when Jiyun becomes king, he will be able to marry a wife?"

Zhou Prison muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to marry a wife."

"Huh?" Wei Xiao just thought he was embarrassed again, and teased him with a smile, "If you don't marry a wife, why marry? Marry a butterfly?"

Zhou Yu really responded, and said sullenly, he will marry Die Die.

Wei Xiao leaned on his shoulder and smiled, "Butterfly's lifespan is short, if Jiyun marries Butterfly, he can only be a widower!"

Zhou Yu didn't smile, and silently rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, "I will marry a long-lived butterfly."

Wei Xiao patted his head, put back the paper in his hand, turned around and went back to the inner room to rest, "Where are there long-lived butterflies."

Looking at Wei Xiao's back, Zhou Prison said in his heart that it was here.

When he got up this morning, the removed vase was back in its place, and he didn't see any traces, and he didn't know how many times Wei Xiao had gone out.

He always thought that he and Wei Xiao were each other's only allies, but now he realized that Wei Xiao didn't seem to need him, what he wanted was to walk on his own path, and he was the brick that paved the way.

It's not time for his brick to fall, but now it's in the way, and he can't even let him live.

He didn't want to be annoying, he would listen to whatever Wei Xiao said.

It's time for him to go to the barracks. Afraid of waking Wei Xiao up, he didn't even dare to clean up his pen and paper. The door was open when a voice suddenly came from the inner room, "Jiyun? Are you leaving?"

He was supposed to answer on the spot, but was led into the inner room by Wei Xiao's voice just waking up from a nap, "Well... we have to go."

"Jiyun, if you feel that there is something wrong with the accompanying palace today, just pretend you don't know and go."

Although Wei Xiao said it calmly, Zhou Prison always felt that things were not that simple. Wei Xiao had too many things to explain to him, "Teacher, you—"

"Teacher won't harm you." Wei Xiao turned her head and closed her eyes after she finished speaking, not giving Zhou Prison a chance to refuse or ask.

Zhou Prison had no choice but to obey obediently, but his mind was uncontrollably thinking wildly. It was worth asking Wei Xiao to remind him of how big a change it could be.

The doubts in his heart made him unable to concentrate on practicing martial arts. Before returning to the palace, he deliberately observed two followers, but one of them kept his head down and couldn't see his face clearly.

He pretended to be distracted and fell, and the attendant raised his head in shock, and he caught a glimpse of his face. The attendant who came back with him was not the same attendant when he went out.

He wanted to ask Wei Xiao clearly why he changed palaces frequently, why he went out in the middle of the night last night, why he had to silence him, and why he was sent back to his bedroom.

Maybe he is not qualified and has no position, but he just wants to ask.

But as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Sheng Chun, "Your Highness, Your Majesty is not feeling well, so he specifically told this servant that you should not get sick, your bedroom has been cleaned up, and this old slave will lead you there?"

"I'll go and see him." He took a step before Sheng Chun stopped him, "I'll just stand outside the door and talk to him, can't I?"

"Little Highness, Your Majesty loves you the most. If you get sick after going in, this old servant will lose his head."

He saw Sheng Chun winking at the guard at the door with his back behind his back, said something about his father-in-law, and followed Sheng Chun to his bedroom. Wei Xiao might not be there at all.

The various factions in the court are restraining, Zheng Mao's faction is not as good as before, and the power in Wei Xiao's hands is becoming more and more like a king. Is there anything that requires a king to do so?

He stopped abruptly, such things happen.

It was getting late, and after returning to the dormitory and staying honestly for half an hour, he learned from Wei Xiao and flipped out with the palace guard on his back, and went around to "that" palace like a thief.

There were not many guards in this palace, and because of the rumors of madness that were about to spread, the palace servant who served "that" only appeared once when delivering food, so he easily slipped in.

It was obvious that Wei Xiao and he were the masters of the palace, but when they did something truly satisfying, they could only act like thieves.

He didn't dare to act rashly, and carefully cut the window paper, and Wei Xiao was indeed here.

The scene in front of him made his breathing stagnate. There was a person tied up in the inner room, a person covered in blood and scratches all over his body.In Wei Xiao's hand, holding a piece of broken porcelain stained with blood, he was still moving.

The palace was terribly quiet. The man must have died, and he didn't make a sound. He could only hear the sound of porcelain slices piercing his flesh, and the sound of blood dripping down.

Wei Xiao lifted the man's chin, and Zhou Ju finally saw the man's face clearly, which was the one he saw after pretending to wrestle during the day.

Then, that face quickly became bloody and bloody, and the bloody smell pierced Zhou Prison's nose, and he held back his retching.

Wei Xiao seemed to have noticed something, stopped for a moment, and then threw the broken porcelain towards the direction of the window.Zhou Prison dodged sideways, and before Wei Xiao hit the second time, he yelled in a low voice, "Teacher..."

Wei Xiao in the room was stunned for a moment, then as if nothing had happened, he continued to smear blood on the man's face, there was no footsteps outside the door, he knew that Zhou Prison should still be standing where he was, but he couldn't care less now, Can't fall short.

His hands holding the pieces of porcelain trembled a little, and his heart, which was calm when he killed and destroyed the corpse, also showed panic. He killed again in front of Zhou Prison, and the silence outside the window made him afraid. What will Zhou Prison think of him in the future?

He stopped what he was doing and turned his head slightly, almost asking out of breath, "Jiyun, are you still there?"

A reply came from outside the window, Wei Xiao knelt down on the ground, closed his eyes and swallowed, waiting for Zhou Prison to give him his verdict.

The footsteps gradually approached, the door was opened, and Zhou Prison was already standing behind him.

"Teacher, there is a mole on his chin."

"What... what?"

Wei Xiao opened his eyes with a dazed expression, which reminded Zhou Yu that when he first met, he stretched out his hand and pinched Wei Xiao's face. Wei Xiao also had such a cute expression at that time.

With Wei Xiao in his hand, he threw the tile, and added a stroke to the bloody chin, "I said, he has a mole here, I saw it during the day."

"This mole of his is hidden, teacher, don't forget, it will be revealed at that time." He knelt down, hugged Wei Xiao into his arms, and patted his head, "Teacher is not afraid."