Of course, Song Gongbao, whose skin is thicker than cowhide, will not be hit by the indifference of Bei Juese. He jumped to Bei Jue Sei, grabbed the beauty's little hand with his lightning hand, looked at each other with affectionate eyes while touching, and said in a consistent tone that was both affectionate and numb: "Xiao Beibei, I'm here to save you." ”

Bei Juese pulled his hand back vigorously, rubbed a few handfuls on his body fiercely, glanced at him and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about at all." ”

Song Gongbao pulled his arm, forced him to lean on his body, put on a posture of pointing in front of him and taking a step forward with his feet, and said: "The emperor wants to imprison you in this palace with no freedom and no future, and your spineless senior brother will not lend a hand when he sees you fall into the fire pit." I, Song Gongbao, a dignified man who pities flowers and cherishes jade, how can I let such delicate flowers of Xiaobeibei wither in such a suffocating place? ”

Bei Juese only felt a burst of chills, and without thinking too much, he swung his fist at Song Gongbao's face.

After a cry of "oops", Song Gongbao's nose was covered with two lines of blood. He covered his nose and looked at Bei Juese, who was standing far away from him, and asked puzzledly: "Xiao Beibei, I am the one who wants to save you from the dire situation, how can you do this to me?" ”

It's very difficult not to be crazy about talents like Song Gongbao. Bei Juese glared at him and spit out a word vigorously: "Get out!" ”

"Little North North ......" Song Gongbao continued to be pestered.

Three words: "Get out of here!" ”

"Little Beibei." This time it's a flattering toss.

Bei Jue Se was once again defeated at the hands of Song Gongbao. Okay, perverts can't be provoked, can't they hide? When he decided to ignore Song Gongbao's existence and go outside to blow the wind, the senior brother pushed the door and came in.

The enemy was red-eyed when they met. Without any extra nonsense, the door slammed shut, and the two drew their weapons and started fighting again.

Bei Jue was powerless to support the wall, and continued to walk out with firm steps. When he was about to push the door out, a voice came from outside the door: "The slave greets the emperor." ”

This sentence was like a magical spell, which immediately stopped Song Gongbao and Dong Wushu from tearing apart. Then, while retracting the kitchen knife at lightning speed, Song Gongbao jumped out of the window and disappeared without a trace in an instant; Dong Wushu put his sword back into the scabbard while protecting the people of the Song Palace, and quickly sorted out the hair and clothes that had been messed up in the fight. It only took him to count from one to five, and he had managed to transform back into that charismatic ice-faced big brother, standing straight on the side as if nothing had happened.

Bei Juese was deeply impressed by the agility of the two, and he forgot to take back his hand when he was about to hit the door. Seeing that he was stunned and blocking the road, Zhu Yijun jokingly said, "What? Deliberately blocking the door, is it not welcome for me to come in? ”

Bei Juese came back to his senses and stepped aside to let Zhu Yijun walk into the house.

"Xiaobei, why do you look sullen?" Zhu Yijun asked knowingly.

Bei Juese moved a cabinet, put it in front of Zhu Yijun vigorously, sat down, and said very seriously: "Your Majesty, the slave's injury is almost healed, can you go out?" ”

Zhu Yijun squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Are you begging me?" ”

Seeing his disgusting expression, Bei Jue's face couldn't help but sink. However, this time he didn't need to say anything, Dong Wushu had already drifted over, and threw out a sentence coolly: "It's not a request, it's a reasonable request." While speaking, he didn't forget to throw a roll of his eyes at Zhu Yijun.

Zhu Yijun sat up straight, coughed dryly, moved his gaze away, didn't dare to look directly at Dong Wuyi, and said with a sneer: "It sounds true, it's very reasonable." He turned to look at Bei Juese, "However, Xiaobei, your injury is just 'too good to be better', that is, it has not healed, if it is not healed, it is ...... in my opinion."

"What does the emperor think?" Dong Wushu interrupted him very shamelessly.

Feeling that the aura of the guard's eldest brother was much stronger in a moment, Zhu Yijun swallowed his saliva and peeked at Dong Wuving, not daring to answer immediately. He thought for a while before cautiously laughing and said, "Actually, I see that Xiaobei's injury should be healing soon." Since that's the case, then Xiaobei, you will start to resume your normal work from tomorrow onwards, and return to my dormitory to serve ......."

"What? Sleep?! Dong Wushu reacted and shouted loudly, and his fierce gaze approached Zhu Yijun.

Zhu Yijun hurriedly stood up and shook his head and waved his hand to explain: "Don't, don't get me wrong, it's not what you think." Xiaobei is only responsible for light work such as keeping vigil and delivering tea one after another, and he doesn't need to do other things. ”

Seeing that Dong Wushu was still staring at him with distrustful eyes, he hurriedly added: "If you can't rest assured that Dong Daxia, you can also follow." However, in order to avoid suspicion from outsiders, I will announce to the public that you are a newly deployed close guard, so that you can come and go freely in my bedchamber. What do you think of this proposal?

In this way, Bei Juese will no longer have to be house arrest in disguise, and he can move freely after the emperor goes to court. There isn't that much time left, and you have to finish what you haven't done quickly.

"The emperor is wise!" Dong Wudi and Bei Jue, who each have their own ideas, agreed to Zhu Yijun's proposal, and shouted out this routine compliment sentence in unison from the bottom of their hearts.

In the dead silence of the room where the candlelight flickered, Luo Guiren drove out all the people in the house, and sat on the edge of the bed alone, staring at the roof in a daze with empty eyes.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered on and off, and a person who came out of nowhere stood in front of Luo Guiren. The frightened Luo Guiren looked at the man, and immediately stood up excitedly, grabbed the man's sleeve and said, "What should I do now?" He's back to the emperor! Didn't you say you were going to help me get rid of him? Hurry up and figure it out! ”

The masked man patted her hand lightly and comforted her softly, "Calm down." Aren't I here to help you now? ”

"Have you figured it out?" Luo Guiren's hand grasped tighter, as if he was about to grasp the last straw.

The masked man smiled mysteriously and said, "According to my secret observations, it's just the emperor's wishful thinking for the little eunuch." If you can let the emperor know that he is a falling flower and is ruthless, and let him know that the little eunuch actually has something else in his heart, do you think the emperor will still bother with a person who doesn't put his heart on himself at all? As long as the emperor no longer focuses on the little eunuch, are you afraid that the emperor will not see your deep affection for him? ”

Luo Guiren let go of his hand and pondered for a while before hesitatingly asking: "However, he is just a eunuch, even if he has something else in his heart, he will not be able to make any trouble, will the emperor care?" ”