Miao Jiangke

Qiu Yangui paused, but before he could taste the hidden emotions, the door was knocked twice.

Zuo Qingyue took advantage of the situation to put away the tencel, put the assassin's clothes together, and responded lightly.

"Master, the medicine is ready." Ying Shi pushed open the door and entered, carefully holding a bowl of soup medicine in his hand.

Zuo Qingyue was about to take it, when the assassin spoke first, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone, "Then I will trouble Yingshi."

Ying Shi choked for breath, pretending not to see the young master's retracted hand, holding the medicine without changing his face, pulled the chair beside him and sat down sensiblely, and carefully fed the medicine to the assassin with a spoon.

A small shadow fell behind him, and Ying Shi straightened his back, staring straight at the bowl and spoon in his hand, like a piece of wood that had lost its senses.

Ever since he had an unrealistic guess in his mind just now, Ying Shi didn't dare to look at the assassin.

What's more, there is a master "watching" behind him who is staring at him. Ying Shi secretly regrets in his heart. If he knew this, he shouldn't be lazy and throw the work to Ying Liu. That big piece of wood is suitable for staying here.

"Are you in a hurry?" Zuo Qingyue looked at it for a while and said lightly, his tone unpredictable, "Or do you want to burn him to death?"

Qiu Yangui's pale lips were rosy from the heat, Ying Shi regained consciousness instantly when he heard the words, was startled, knelt down on one knee nervously holding the medicine, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

In the next second, the medicine in his hand was snatched away.

Zuo Qingyue waved his hand in disgust to signal him to back down, "Clumsy, go down."

"..." Ying Shi stood up slowly, "Yes.

Before Qiu Yangui could open his mouth, the person who served him became the young master again.

He actually felt that the medicine was not hot, and Ying Ten did not feed it quickly.

But the assassin didn't speak, his clear eyes narrowed slightly, and complexities flashed in them.

He faintly felt that the young master treated him differently from others.

After Ying Shi quietly retreated, the room fell into a subtle silence.

It's not painfully embarrassing, but slow and quiet.

The assassin has lost a lot of weight these days.

His thin face highlights his superior facial features, his clear eyes are like sword blades glowing coldly at any time, but when he treats his master, he is like a pool of rippling spring water, gentle and harmless.

Zuo Qingyue looked away calmly, staring at the exquisite pattern on the spoon, and on the surface he fed the medicine to the assassin calmly.

Qiu Yangui didn't notice anything unusual.

The assassin also lost his mind unconsciously.

That day when he went to buy sugar figurines for the young master, there was a Kongming lantern not far away, without much hesitation, the assassin took advantage of the gap to buy two and wanted to put them together with the young master.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, the young master who was originally leaning on the pillar under the eaves was nowhere to be seen, the silver bell around his waist remained unchanged, and Qiu Yangui's expression suddenly changed.

The young master will not abandon him for no reason, something must have happened during his absence!

Realizing this, the assassin didn't dare to delay, and immediately walked into the dark alley, and flew up to the eaves.

The white robe was rustling, Qiu Yangui looked stern, and quickly searched for the trace of the young master.

There is silence in the dark alleys, but there is noise in the streets.

Finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack, the assassin's thin lips are tightly pressed.

Suddenly, a black shadow reflected in his clear eyes, which disappeared like a flock of birds on the mountain side.

The distance was too far, but Qiu Yangui could still tell the approximate location at a glance, and immediately speeded up, rushing towards that place with all his strength.

The distance decreased little by little. When Qiu Yangui saw the young master, his eyes were stung by the big piece of bright red. The assassin's expression froze, and before he had time to react, he subconsciously dropped the Kongming lantern and the sugar figure, and his figure almost disappeared in the air. .

Qiu Yangui gritted his teeth, but fortunately he caught up and stood in front of Zuo Qingyue.

It was a critical moment at that time, he couldn't think too much, but for a moment, complex emotions suddenly occupied his heart that had been cold for many years.

Seeing the bright red on Zuo Qingyue's body, while the assassin's back was chilled, fear also welled up in his heart.

as well as……

That feeling came suddenly, and now I think about it now, I can't really taste it. I only know that it is not like the shock and panic of seeing the pavilion master's tragedy, but a strong, straight-to-heart uneasiness. He can't find an exact word to describe it. Very uncomfortable.

"Don't put yourself in such a mess next time." Zuo Qingyue saw that he frowned slightly, thinking that he was a little unwell, and it seemed that a sword blade dripping blood flashed before his eyes, and Zuo Qingyue's eyes flashed coldly, I couldn't help but hooked my lips with a strange yin and yang, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I would feel distressed."

Qiu Yangui suddenly came back to his senses, stunned for a moment, and murmured, "My heart hurts?"

It's like the heart lake is splashed by a pebble, and the emotions that I just thought hard and couldn't understand seem to have a suitable destination.

Zuo Qingyue was keenly aware of the change in his mood, raised her eyebrows, "Why?"

"No, it's nothing..." The assassin hurriedly lowered his eyes to cover the panic that flashed in his eyes, frowned and coughed twice.

Fortunately, Zuo Qingyue didn't seem to care, he just tucked in the quilt for him, and the assassin's hands hidden under the quilt were tightly clenched, as if holding a secret that he didn't want to be noticed by others.

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inside the house.

After several days, the assassin's injury finally improved, and he could barely get out of bed.

Ying Shi carefully supported him, feeling in his heart that today is different from the past, the assassin also seemed to feel awkward, and broke away from his hand, "It's okay, there's no need to be like this."

Ying Shi didn't bother, standing on the sidelines, Qiu Yangui thought about Ying Liu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and asked, "Where did Ying Liu go recently, why didn't he disappear?"

"He has a mission. First, he has found clues to the Blood Pavilion and is busy expanding his contacts. Second, there is something strange about the assassination of the young master that day. It is related to the chaos in Miaojiang, so..." The rest of the words are ten. He didn't say much, but Qiu Yangui also understood and didn't ask further.

Ying Shi didn't hide his intentions from him, the assassin's sincerity to the young master after this encounter is also obvious, matters of life and death can't be played, Qiu Yan really saved his life on the day of his return.

The doubts and suspicions in their hearts dissipated.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

The red sleeve robes were flying, and the door was so arrogant that there was no one else except the young master.

Young Master Zuo followed Ying Liu.

The two bent their knees, ready to kneel on one knee.

It's just that as soon as Qiu Yangui's knees were bent, Tiansi came through the air, holding him in place domineeringly, unable to move.

"Young master." Qiu Yangui raised his eyes helplessly, looking at the person who was walking slowly.

Zuo Qingyue looked him up and down, and then smiled, "How do you feel?"

"Reporting to the young master, the subordinate is not feeling ill, and he will recover in a few days." Qiu Yangui glanced at the silk that was still binding him, and pursed his lips.

Zuo Qingyue had a panoramic view of his expression, and asked knowingly, "That's not a good thing, why does Yan Gui look so embarrassed?"

Ying Liu and Ying Ten didn't dare to look at each other at all, they lowered their heads and looked at their noses, noses and hearts, pretending not to see the young master, just to make fun of others.

The assassin waited for a long time but did not wait for the young master to untie him, so he could only whisper, "Young master, Tiansi..."

"Ah." Zuo Qingyue took back the silk as if suddenly realized, smiled lightly, and said casually, "Maybe it's been a long time."

"It misses you a little bit."