Miao Jiangke

Qiu Yangui didn't know how to respond, so he could only shake his head slightly, Zuo Qingyue's eyes sank slightly, he raised his eyes to look at a certain Yuantuan hiding behind the beam, and the silk came out through the wind.

"Gah-!"

The assassin's expression tightened, but the next moment he saw the young master relaxed his strength, held Xiaolu in his palm with a look of disgust, and called, "Shadow Ten."

"The subordinate is here." Ying Shi climbed through the window and stood firmly in front of the young master, and then his eyes blurred, and a living thing was smashed into his arms.

The young master's beautiful face implied impatience, "Take this gadget out."

"...Yes." Yingshi was stunned for a rare moment, turned around and couldn't help but glance at the silent assassin, and immediately a chill came from his back. The parrot jumped out of the window.

There were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

The young master did not make a sound, Qiu Yangui pursed his lips, straightened his back and did not speak.

——After all, bed warming objects can be dumb.

Even if the young master makes things difficult for him in every possible way, or hates him and despises him, it's fine.

But he is just an "object".

The assassin knew it shouldn't be like this, but his emotions surged inexplicably, and he couldn't contain it, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

"What's your temper?" The young master casually took off his robe, his tone was laziness, but there was a bit of anger when he listened carefully.

Qiu Yangui's expression was calm, there was no dissatisfaction in his clear eyes, he just stared at the young master's eyes and said softly, "There is no Yangui."

That gentle and calm appearance made the Young Master Zuo, who was provoking his teacher's fault, unreasonable, as powerless as someone punching cotton.

"..." Zuo Qingyue was speechless for a moment, but soon he smiled again, nodded and said, "If that's the case, then go to the couch and wait, the wild goose will come back, right?"

There were thorns in his words, but Qiu Yangui was already used to it, so he didn't say much, just nodded slightly, then turned and went to the bed behind the screen.

Zuo Qingyue stood on the spot, looking at the tall and straight figure printed on the screen, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, and he lowered his eyes so that no one could see the expression.

The light golden bed curtain behind the screen swayed slightly.

Qiu Yangui took off his outer robe, and lay quietly on the bed, allowing himself to be swallowed up by strange emotions, his brows and eyes were a little irritated, and then faded away with the night.

After waiting for a long time, he finally heard familiar footsteps outside. Qiu Yangui sat up, lowered his eyes without saying a word, and was about to take off his clothes, but the candles in the room were suddenly extinguished.

He paused, a familiar breath rushed towards his face, a big hand stopped Qiu Yangui's movement, Zuo Qingyue lifted the quilt, squeezed his slender body into the bed, and pressed the person into his arms in a not-so-gentle manner , the lazy voice seemed to reveal some tiredness, and there was a slight nasal sound in the whisper, "Tired."

Qiu Yangui was stunned for a moment, his nostrils were filled with the breath of the young master, his cool body seemed to be absorbing warmth, the gloomy and hopeless smoke in his heart dissipated, the assassin sighed silently, and closed his eyes.

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The next day.

The street market is bustling, and some families are watching the theater and some are worried.

A few days ago, the doctor had just escaped a catastrophe, and was slack in celebrating the rest of his life after the catastrophe. Unexpectedly, the Buddha came back by himself, and this time he came to the gate in person.

It can be said that people were not prepared at all. When they got the news, there was a turmoil in the medical school. The head of the hospital, Yi Zhuo, was over half a century old.

No one wants to run into the bad luck of a certain lord at this time, after all, the young master's temper is really hard to say.

The bold and majestic word "Medical Gate" on the plaque borrowed the sunlight and the streamer was surging at this time, and everyone stood opposite each other at the door and waited quietly.

Not long after, the black and golden sedan chair approached from far to near, they held their breath and concentrated on it, and when the curtain was opened by someone, everyone lowered their heads and called out respectfully, "Welcome young master."

Zuo Qingyue responded indifferently, followed by the assassin in white clothes, Ying Shi and several dark guards followed behind, carefully keeping a distance.

"Young master, I'm late." The old man with white hair and childlike face had smiling eyes and looked kindly. He changed his clothes and came in a hurry.

Zuo Qingyue nodded slightly, restrained his expression, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yi, I'm bothering you."

Qiu Yangui looked up in surprise, he had never seen the young master be so polite to anyone.

"Where is it, I don't know what the young master is talking about today?" Yi Zhuo's smiling eyes glanced past Qiu Yangui.

Zuo Qingyue avoided his gaze, and still said politely, "He was seriously injured before, but he's much better now, I'll bring him here to have a look."

When he came to Miaojiang at the beginning of the year, if Mr. Yi hadn't moved his heart of compassion, it would have been even more difficult, so he has always respected it.

Everyone was surprised, Mr. Yi smiled at Qiu Yangui, and invited the two of them in, the assassin was flattered and returned a salute.

inside the house.

Yi Zhuo drove away the idlers and others, raised his hand to signal the assassin to sit down, Zuo Qingyue cast a glance, then retracted it lightly, and walked to the window to enjoy the scenery.

Mr. Yi shook his head lightly, put the white scarf on the assassin's wrist, closed his eyes to check his pulse, and suddenly frowned, "It's all serious and chronic diseases... the young master hurt his heart, and the old wound has not healed yet. If it wasn't for his good foundation..." Mr. Yi shook his head and did not continue, he took a pen to write down the prescription and handed it to him, "My apprentice Yi Xun is waiting outside, the young master will give the prescription to him, let's go after drinking it. "

The figure by the window stood still, Qiu Yangui looked away, thanked Mr. Yi, and pushed the door open.

There was a slight sound of closing the door, and the room was silent for a moment.

"Young master, is there something strange by the window?" Yi Zhuo poured a cup of tea slowly and said slowly.

It was rare for Zuo Qingyue not to speak, raised his hand to close the window, turned around and sat down where Qiu Yangui had just been, and said in a low voice, "Old Yi, how are you?"

Yi Zhuo didn't speak immediately, touched but didn't answer, "The young master is not a person who looks forward and backward, if there is no bias in his heart, he won't ask the old man for a diagnosis."

Zuo Qingyue's eyes flickered slightly, but he still didn't speak.

Yi Zhuo knew that the rumors about assassins outside were probably true, complex flashes flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards Zuo Qingyue with some emotion, if he hadn't been sincerely moved, with his vengeful character, how could he even almost hurt his heart when he was betrayed once? After that, trust is still selected.

Not only did he save someone's life, but he also went around looking for compensation for the assassin.

Maybe the young master is not unclear in his heart, he is just convincing himself by doing these things.

But fortunately, the young master didn't seem to guess wrong this time.

"This old injury is weird. It doesn't look like an ordinary internal injury, but rather a stubborn illness that has lasted for several days." Yi Zhuo lowered his tone, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "It's like tearing and destroying the wound repeatedly. It seems unexpected, it should be..."

He didn't say the rest, Zuo Qingyue's face changed suddenly, Yi Zhuo didn't miss the flash of anger, it seemed that there was some secret pity.

Old Mr. Yi thought of the appearance of the assassin just now, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, with clear eyes, it is not difficult to see the sharpness and arrogance hidden between the brows.

Can the number one assassin be willing to be imprisoned in one land?

Old Mr. Yi sighed softly, and said, "The young master has always done as he pleases, and now it's not out of the question."

"Why bother to contradict yourself, Young Master Zuo, who ascended to the top and became king at the beginning... has never thought about the way out."

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The content of 52 is followed by this chapter, and it will be deleted after the lock chapter. The content of 51 and 52 is the same, and the words and comment areas have explained~