An Xiaohou suddenly heard the words 'don't want me'.

A smile under his eyes.

"She is your apprentice, you are her master, the relationship is not to the extent that she wants you or not, you are just a master and apprentice, how do you feel that what you said, it seems that you have evil thoughts about her.

Between master and apprentice, you also dare to covet, not afraid that the apprentice will be farther away from you after knowing your thoughts. ”

The national teacher lowered his eyelashes a little.

Hold the teacup slightly.

The tea-scented tea slowly fell into the lips and teeth of the national teacher.

"There are no evil thoughts, I just rely on her, I don't want her to leave, too many years of loneliness, used to her company, I won't,"

Speaking of this, the national teacher paused slightly.

"I don't like her, it's just that for a while, I'm not normal, but that's not happy."

An Xiaohou Ye looked at the national teacher opposite.

Next moment.

An Xiaohou Ye looked sideways, staring at the storyteller.

"Even if it's duplicitous, I don't even understand whether it's Xinyue alone, jealousy cares about her and she just likes it, don't you understand this truth, is it possible that you have to wait until that person marries someone else, and then you will have red eyes, say you want her, say you like her?

In that way, it's too late for anything. ”

Speaking of which.

An Xiaohou Ye saw that the national teacher was in a state of distraction, and seemed to think about something else.

"Did you hear what I said?"

The national teacher was speechless and extremely quiet.

An Xiaohou Ye screamed a few times before calling the national teacher back to his senses.

Miss Shen heard that someone seemed to be calling the name of the national teacher, and her dark eyes turned to that side.

An Xiaohou Ye noticed that someone was watching, and his eyes were fixed on Miss Shen's eyes staring here.

This woman, why did she see it where she had seen it, it was he who had met it in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou?

No, whose daughter would go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, this girl looked at it, she was a noble girl raised by the daughter of a famous family, and it could not be a person from the Qinlou Chu Pavilion.

An Xiaohou Ye retracted his gaze and saw that the national teacher was still in a state of distraction again.

Miss Shen looked at the side face of the national teacher, looked back suddenly, and looked at the storyteller.

Yan Qing gradually came back from outside, lifted the peach blossom cake he bought, came to the position next to Miss Shen, and sat down slowly.

The next moment.

Yan Qing slightly peeled off the oil paper wrapped in the peach blossom cake and handed it to Miss Shen's lips.

Miss Shen stretched out her snow-white hands, grabbed the half-open oiled paper, and bit the soft-tasting peach blossom cake.

Yan Qing's eyes were crooked, looking at Miss Shen, who was staring at Mr. Storyteller and eating pastries.

The national teacher had already come back to his senses and kept staring at Miss Shen.

Sensing that Miss Shen had eaten the pastries handed by Yan Qing.

The national teacher couldn't help but increase his efforts and clenched the teacup.

Suddenly.

The teacup pinched out the cracked fragments.

The fragments scratched the slender hand of the national teacher, and the long fingers dripped blood.

Bloodstained long fingers.

An Xiaohou Ye found that the national teacher was looking at the girl just now, and guessed that she was probably the only apprentice of the national teacher.

Pretend to be louder.

"Ah Shang, why are you injured, bleeding, isn't it painful."

Hear the words.

Listening to the book quietly, Miss Shen's eyelashes trembled.

His eyes couldn't help but look at the national teacher.

The figure couldn't help but get faster, and walked straight closer, appearing in front of the national teacher.

The national teacher sat on the bench and saw that the little apprentice had come, and his eyes couldn't help but be happy, and his red lips were slightly hooked.

Miss Shen frowned.

Keeping an eye on the bloodstains on the hands of the national teacher.

"Do you like to hurt yourself so much? I will send you to the healer, and Master will not hurt yourself again. ”

The national teacher was stunned for a moment.

"It's okay to have a small injury, apprentice, are you not angry?"

Miss Shen carried a clean handkerchief and bandaged the national teacher temporarily, and was supposed to take it to see a doctor.

I heard the voice of the national teacher.

Miss Shen let go of the national teacher's hand.

"Since Master already thinks that minor injuries are not important, then forget it."

Yan Qing followed Miss Shen and caught a glimpse of the national teacher suddenly pretending to be pitiful.

"My hand hurts, apprentice, I'm very uncomfortable, so take me to a doctor."

Miss Shen's distressed emotions disappeared now, and she was indifferent to the national teacher deliberately pretending to be in pain.

"Go to the doctor yourself, the master pretends to be in pain too fake."

An Xiaohou Ye stared at the three of them carefully, sensing that something was wrong.

Suddenly.

The national teacher looked at the girl who had returned to her place to listen to the book.

It wasn't until the teahouse was over that Miss Shen stepped into the carriage and headed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yan Qing was going to also go back to the carriage of the Zhou Hou Mansion.

An Xiaohou's figure appeared beside Yan Qing.

The tone is eerie.

"I can see that the national teacher and the apprentice have a deep relationship, do you really want to pretend to be obedient and harmless like this, and come to the middle of the two?"

Yan Qing crossed a pair of eyes, obedient and gentle.

"I don't understand what the little marquis is talking about, the national teacher and Miss Shen have a deep relationship with each other, and it doesn't prevent him from being friends with Miss Shen."

An Xiaohou sneered.

"Yes, you don't understand, you are the most innocent and innocent, and you don't know how Old Marquis Zhou's own son-in-law died, why Old Marquis Zhou suddenly supported you, an adopted son, and also planned to wait for death to inherit the throne to you.

It's just an adopted son who hasn't shown up for many years, and he can become friends with the sons of those courtiers in a short period of time, which should really be gentle and simple. ”

Yan Qing's eyes turned to look at An Xiaohou.

Peach blossom eyes are faint.

"An Xiaohou Ye is more simple than under him, and now in the year of the weak crown, it is not easy for his mind to remain so pure and stupid."

When An Xiaohou heard this, his eyes were anxious.

"What do you call stupid, how smart you think you are."

Yan Qing's lips were dyed with a warm smile, and there seemed to be no ridicule in his eyes.

"Little Hou Ye, when did you say that you were stupid, it was Xiao Hou Ye who heard it wrong."

Moment.

Yan Qing stepped into the carriage of the old Marquis Zhou's mansion.

An Xiaohou was annoyed.

Staring at the carriage that was getting farther away.

"Zhou Yanqing!"

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When the child is in the middle of the night.

The snow is pervasive.

There were quite a few assassins, stabbing the national teacher.

The national teacher's cold-skinned hand covered the wound.

The blood stained red, and the red blood beads dripped down the snow.

The Assassins hesitated to do so, and it was the first time they had received such a mission.

I heard the lazy voice of the national teacher.

The Assassins continued to attack the national teacher.

The national teacher obviously knows martial arts, but he looks like he can't beat them.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Miss Shen tastes the meal.

Moment.

Miss Shen's onion white fingertips gradually lowered her chopsticks.

Draped in a dark bamboo moon with delicate velvet.

Come to the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The handmaiden followed.

Holding a beautiful oil-paper umbrella in one hand, covering the snow above Miss Shen's head.

With his left hand, he lifted the rabbit lantern that lingered in the light of the fire, reflecting the nearby road.

Miss Shen's slender hand clenched the hand stove that spread heat, raised her gaze slightly, and looked at the dark night sky.

Next moment.

There was a faint sound of fighting outside.

Miss Shen frowned.

Who will fight near the Prime Minister's Mansion?

[Tangtang host, the national teacher is outside, and was seriously injured by the assassin]

Hear the words.

Miss Shen's beautiful pupils shrank slightly.

Turn sideways and tell the maidservant to go back, and not to follow.

The maidservant had no choice but to go back.

Miss Shen hurriedly ran out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The lantern reflects the road, looking for people.

Neighborhood.

The national teacher signaled that he could go.

The Assassins hurried away.

Miss Shen had just found someone when she caught a glimpse of the assassins speeding away.

I wanted to catch up, kill them, and avenge my master.

Suddenly.

The national teacher fell to the ground, blood flowing, staining the snow.

The snow is like a red flower blooming.

Miss Shen heard the sound of falling to the ground and immediately ran in front of the national teacher.

Tear the cloth, simply bandage the wound, and stop the bleeding.

The national teacher thought that Shen Tang would help him up.

Miss Shen suddenly turned around and squatted down.

The back is left to the national teacher.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

The national teacher looked at Miss Shen's slender back, and suddenly felt a little sorry for Miss Shen.

He deliberately arranged an assassination to hurt himself, but the apprentice wanted to leave behind his back, and if the apprentice knew the truth, he would be angry.

Miss Shen didn't know what the national teacher was thinking, and her tone couldn't help but anxiously urge the national teacher.

The national teacher hesitated for a while, and then leaned on Miss Shen's back.

Miss Shen carried the body of the national teacher on her back and came back from the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The correction system listened to Miss Shen's words and helped look around to make sure that there was no one around.

A bedroom for guests of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The door is locked.

Miss Shen secretly took light work, came to find a doctor, took the doctor, and returned to the boudoir.

The healer was short and bowed, and his old face was a little fainting.

Moment.

The healer begins to treat the wound.

Miss Shen stood aside, staring closely at the figure of the national teacher.

was once rescued by Miss Shen, and then Miss Shen gave a lot of money, and it was Miss Shen who took care of the medicine shop instead of Miss Shen, and found that Miss Shen had not avoided her sight.

He sighed slightly.

"Don't worry, with the old man here, he won't have an accident, not to mention that he is just a flesh wound, nothing important, the girl is a woman, don't look at the man's injured body, it has a bad reputation."

Miss Shen spoke lightly.

"I brought you here, except for you and me, who knows that I have seen him, not to mention, I watched Yu Langzhong deal with his wounds, and after learning it, he can also deal with his wounds when he is injured or when he is injured."

The doctor surnamed Yu heard the words and did not say anything more.

Miss Shen looked at the upper half of the national teacher's upper body injury, and Yu Langzhong carefully handled the wound.

The national teacher was unconscious, and his cheeks seemed to be slightly tense.

Until the healer leaves.

Miss Shen was concerned about the injury of the national teacher and could not always move back and forth.

Think of a way.

Next.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the national teacher was assassinated.

When the prime minister's concubine found that the national teacher was injured alone, she sent someone to bring it back to the guest room of the prime minister's mansion to live temporarily, and the news of the national teacher's recuperation spread to the ears of those high-ranking nobles.

When the third prince learned that the national teacher was assassinated, he wondered who was so blatant, and even chose to do it in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Prime Minister's house.

In the name of an apprentice, Miss Shen takes care of the national teacher.

Others didn't think much about it, they just felt that the apprentice cared about the master.

The national teacher opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and his pupils were dyed with a smile.

The apprentice finally ignored him.

Miss Shen fed the decoction.

The national teacher drank the decoction slowly, as if he couldn't feel the bitter taste.

Miss Shen's eyes were dark and gloomy, clutching the medicine bowl that was gradually empty.

"The assassins killed you, but they know who is behind it."

The national teacher's eyes turned sideways and looked at the small pastries on the table.

"I don't know, but I'll find a way to take revenge, apprentice don't worry."

When the mastermind behind the scenes said this, he turned his eyes back and stared at Miss Shen again.

The national teacher coughed lightly.

pretended to be weak and sick.

"It's all bad for the teacher before, don't be angry, don't be angry, take care of me, okay?"

Speaking of which.

The tail of the national teacher's eyes was thin red, like the eyes of an injured small animal, and the eyes were full of Miss Shen's demeanor.

Miss Shen had already realized that the national teacher wanted to eat pastries, so she picked up a plate of sweet-tasting pastries.

His hands were as white as jade, carrying small pastries.

The national teacher's eyes were suddenly well-behaved, and he opened his beautiful red lips and bit the sweet pastry.

There was no one else nearby, and the door was locked.

Miss Shen lowered her long eyelashes and spoke softly.

"Where did I ignore you, now, it is I who take care of you and talk to you."

The corners of the national teacher's lips faintly glowed with a shallow arc.

Miss Shen saw the national teacher with red lips and white teeth smiling, and her eyes were a little confused.

"Master Ah Yan is injured, why is he still in the mood to laugh?"

Of course, it was because the little apprentice finally eased his relationship.

An Xiaohou Ye's words are right, the injury makes the little apprentice soft and distressed, and the little apprentice may ignore him.