Goose feathers of snow fell one after another, landing on his clothes and hair, congealing blood.

I don't know how long he stood there, he couldn't remember how long he had been standing, as long as there was still the smell of blood on his body, he had to stand here all the time, he knelt if he couldn't stand, and when he couldn't kneel, he fainted and lay on the ground.

Just waiting for the heavy snow to wash away the smell of blood on his body.

However, in such a cold climate, the snow falls on the body but quickly condenses, how can it wash away the bloodstains?

He quickly became a snowman.

Time seems to stand still.

His senses were losing sensation a little bit, and his body was losing its temperature a little bit.

Cold, cold to the bones, as if there was only chill left in the whole body, lips were blue, and the cold in the heart was colder than the body.

He thought, just die.

Before he fainted, a short life flashed in his mind, and then he returned to consciousness, and a thought clearly appeared in his mind: it turned out to be ...... The Pavilion Master doesn't like the smell of blood.

Next.

Next time, he must not allow himself to be injured again, and he must not let the Pavilion Master smell the blood on his body again.

If there's a next time......

Later, he didn't die.

The Pavilion Master ordered someone to wake him up.

There are so many elixirs in the Nine Pavilions, as long as he still has a breath left, he can always save him.

However, that time, his internal strength was damaged, and his body fell to the root of the disease.

He had been recuperating all winter, and he had been warming his bed—warming the bed for the pavilion master.

He became the courtier's favorite.

For some reason, it may be because of the heavy snow that the mountains are closed, and there is nothing to do.

Maybe it's because the days of recuperation are too boring.

Or maybe it's just because of ...... He himself willing.

Look, this is Qin Shang.

It seems to be a bright wind and a moon, but in fact, it is as lowly as a grass mustard ant.

Later, he was silent day by day, his former dazzling smile slowly disappeared, and the burning light under his eyes also died silently.

He became very well-behaved, like a pet.

After his body gradually recovered, he still remained at the top of the Nine Pavilions obediently and meekly, continuing to serve the pavilion master who was as noble as a god, and doing his best to do a good job of being a pet.

It's just something, silently shattering from the heart.

It's another year.

At the end of the summer when he was eighteen years old, the pavilion master asked him to go to the Great Xia Palace to get something, and he went.

Breaking into the heavily guarded Great Xia Palace alone, he was pierced through the chest and abdomen by a sharp arrow, and finally successfully retrieved the ebony Nine Dragons dark pattern brocade box of the main pavilion.

When he opened the brocade box, he only saw a Spring Palace manual inside, and the young man was stunned, thinking that he had made a mistake, so he immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty, waiting for the punishment of the unfavorable task.

But the pavilion master's slender and beautiful hands picked up the Spring Palace Book and flipped through it casually: "The task was completed very well, but I let myself be injured again, and I will receive the punishment myself." ”

The boy was stunned.

Mission well done?

He thought he had misheard, he died nine times and broke into the heavily defended Forbidden Palace, just to get a Spring Palace book?

Arrows were overwhelming, and he was struck by them...... For the sake of a spring palace book, he was injured by an arrow, and he had to be punished for it......

Again and again, the boy has lost the energy to think.

He was obedient but godless to receive the punishment that belonged only to him.

He couldn't even think about it, was the pavilion master inherently ruthless, or did he just look at him unpleasantly?

But none of that matters.

Whatever the reason, the Pavilion Master's orders are greater than the heavens, and no one in the Nine Pavilions dares to complain or disobey them—including him.

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