Miao Jiangke

Qiu Yangui bid farewell to Yuqian, and hurried back to Hengcheng. Before he noticed the dusk, his whole body fell into darkness, and he felt a little uneasy.

The master has never summoned him, I don't know what kind of trouble he encountered, if there is an accident...

Thinking about this, the assassin inevitably regretted it, if he hadn't requested to investigate it himself, he would be able to accompany his master at this moment.

The Lantern Festival in Hengcheng is over, and the aftertaste is gone.

When the assassin hurried back to the restaurant and knocked on the door, he found that the young master was sitting upright, but his face was slightly smelly, and he saw him speak slowly, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

"..." Qiu Yangui was stunned, hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head in response, and then went downstairs to find Xiao Er.

But before he found it, he was caught by Ying Shi who had been waiting for a long time.

"Have you met the young master?" Ying Shi asked without beginning or end.

Qiu Yangui listened in confusion, but still nodded and said hesitantly, "Yes, I rushed back after receiving the summons, but I don't know..."

The assassin looked embarrassed, it was obviously inappropriate to ask about the master rashly, but the assassin had an inexplicable intuition that the master's anger might have something to do with him.

Seeing Qiu Yangui's thoughts, Ying Shi cleared his throat, and gave the guard next to him a look. The guard understood, and called Xiao Er to bring the food upstairs.

Then another bowl of white fungus soup was brought over, Ying Liu handed it to the assassin, and was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words.

"The young master is not in a good mood today. If there is something wrong...well, you have to take care of the behavior that is different from the past." Ying Shi asked worriedly, "Got it?"

Qiu Yangui nodded, took the bowl of tremella soup carefully, and frowned when he turned around.

Not interested?

But it was clear that when he left, the young master was still not like this.

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inside the house.

Zuo Qingyue leaned on the couch, his eyes slightly drooping, he was thinking about something, and felt inexplicably listless.

Xiaoer delivered the food and left in a hurry, Qiu Yangui paused at the door for a moment, then stepped across the threshold, he put the porcelain bowl on the table, turned and walked towards the bed.

Zuo Qing raised his eyes listlessly, with the word boring written all over his body, but with a lazy charm, he restrained his usual sharpness, making people want to get close for no reason.

Qiu Yangui lowered his eyes, and his voice softened unconsciously, "Master, is there any discomfort?"

"En." Zuo Qingyue replied indifferently, but his eyes were still fixed on the assassin, and his expression couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Your subordinate will invite you..." Qiu Yangui couldn't help but frowned, and turned around to go out.

The wrist was gently grabbed by someone, without any strength, but the assassin was stopped abruptly.

"I'm not feeling well." Young Master Zuo said in a low voice, and he actually revealed a bit of fragility when listening to the soft voice.

The assassin couldn't help panicking, he was stupid and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only go back to the young master, hesitated for a while before asking, "What's the matter with the young master, I wonder if the subordinates can share their worries?"

Young Master Zuo didn't speak, and his lowered eyebrows showed a bit of melancholy, but to be honest, he wasn't completely pretending, and he really didn't feel well.

This assassin is really daring, he doesn't even look at Shi Chen, he is all focused on the matter of the Blood Pavilion, whether he is still the master in his eyes.

If he hadn't summoned him, I'm afraid no one would warm the bed tonight.

It really makes no sense.

Today, let him have a long memory.

"I don't want to move." Zuo Qingyue frowned slightly, raised his eyes to look at Qiu Yangui, and then looked at the dishes not far away.

Qiu Yangui instantly understood, "How about this subordinate move the things here?"

Zuo Qingyue nodded first, and then sighed, "That's not asking me to move."

"No appetite, that's all."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the assassin's response, he lowered his eyes and sighed again, then turned around and collapsed on the ground, with a dejected look of wanting nothing.

Zuo Qingyue is tall and tall, even such a lazy demeanor did not destroy his picturesque charm, the hem of the red-painted clothes hangs limply on the edge of the bed, revealing the outline of the thin waist and abdomen, Qiu Yangui's eyes fell on On the wrist bone that he accidentally exposed, he was white and skinny, and he felt his heart beat twice faster, then he lowered his eyes to avoid suspicion, and glanced at the food in embarrassment.

The white fungus soup cooled down very quickly, the assassin hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Then how about the subordinates come down to serve you, without the need for the master to do it."

The person paralyzed on the bed moved, and reluctantly hummed out from his nasal cavity, "En."

Qiu Yangui had no choice but to bring the white fungus soup first, and then approached the young master, "Young master, please get up."

The young master didn't move, even Qiu Yangui could only stand there, and the person who collapsed said slowly, "I don't want to move."

This……

"This subordinate has offended me." Qiu Yangui had never been so at a loss before, so he could only cautiously stretch out a hand, and after getting the young master's acquiescence, he gently helped the young master up, never thinking that Zuo Qingyue was like As if feeling weak all over, he grabbed the assassin's hand and leaned against him.

The assassin hadn't defended himself, and was pulled down so suddenly that he sat on the edge of the bed, allowing the young master to lean upright.

Qiu Yangui looked uncomfortable for a moment, feeling a little guilty for no reason, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, fearing that Zuo Qingyue would hear something wrong, so he quickly adjusted his breath.

The assassin settled down and straightened his master upright. Fortunately, Zuo Qingyue didn't make things difficult for him anymore, leaned against the edge of the bed with his strength, and opened his mouth cooperatively.

Qiu Yangui fed him spoonful by spoonful, the young master lowered his eyes and was careless, his silent appearance made him look a little more obedient, it was the first time he had seen Zuo Qingyue like this.

But an inexplicable idea popped up in the assassin's mind, he only thought that the young master's arrogant and domineering appearance on weekdays was very good-looking.

At least out of selfishness, he didn't want to see his master so...depressed.

"Young master, is something bothering you?" Qiu Yangui was lost in thought, and said what was in his heart without noticing it.

After finishing speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, when did he become so unruly?

Recently, his heart was inexplicably impetuous, and he became more and more uncontrollable, and his master indulged him in every possible way.

If this continues, I am afraid that I will forget the rules of assassins.

"Yes."

When Qiu Yangui paused, Zuo Qingyue said calmly, he didn't seem to think it was a big deal.

"Extremely upset." He stared down at the assassin's bony hands, and said slowly, "It's really troublesome, don't you think, goose return?"

Qiu Yangui didn't know why, but he could also feel that Zuo Qingyue seemed to be suppressing his emotions. He couldn't comfort others, so he could only feed the young master another spoonful of white fungus soup, and said in a low voice, "I don't know why the young master So, I don't know how to share the worries for the young master."

As he spoke, he put down the empty porcelain bowl, and hesitantly took out a cloth towel from his arms and slowly unfolded it. Inside was a gray-white goose feather.

Qiu Yangui knew it was impolite, but he still lowered his eyes and said softly, "I once heard a legend that if you tie a goose feather with a wish to a branch, a spirit bird will take it away, and the wish will come true." will be realized."

"Subordinates go down and tie up the young master, okay?"

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1 of our family seems to be very good at pretending and acting like a baby

(meditated)