After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Lian Jue raised his eyebrows when he heard this, slowly finished his porridge, put down the bowl and walked over.

He smiled and waved his fan. Although the affairs concerning his family in the capital were old news and secrets, it was not surprising that the Ji family knew about it.

He did not take to heart what Ji Feng said when he was at the end of his rope. At this time, Ji Feng could only talk.

Duan Chunhui couldn't help but lose his temper.

"You've had enough of life, haven't you?"

Three needles appeared from somewhere between his fingers, and Duan Chunhui inserted the needles into his acupuncture points.

"Ah!" Another scream.

Ji Feng was in so much pain that he was speechless for a while.

He struggled violently, but to no avail, the hemp rope tied him tightly.

"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. What kind of father is that scumbag? He deserves to be killed. You don't need to point fingers at me. You are the real deal."

Duan Chunhui rolled his eyes and wanted to kick him, but was stopped by Lian Jue.

"Okay, okay, why get angry with this kind of person? It's not worth it. It's just dirtying your shoes."

Lian Jue put his arm around his shoulders and helped him calm down.

But I felt so happy inside, it was great to have someone vent my anger for me.

Duan Chunhui leaned closer to his arms, turned around to look at Lian Jue, and asked, "What does the leader plan to do with him?"

Lian Jue led him out of the cold cell and shook his head when they reached the corridor. "The master probably won't spare his life, but he won't let him die too easily either."

Duan Chunhui knew that Lou Jingyu had his considerations, so he didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the medicine demon who was sitting silently with his eyes closed on the shelf inside.

He knew it was a tough nut to crack.

"I guess it's not easy to judge the drug demon," he said.

Lian Jue agreed softly, but she didn't want him to stay here with her, so she hugged him, kissed him, and sent him back with kind words.

He waited until Duan Chunhui fell asleep before returning to work again.

Ji Feng is a coward, arrogant but afraid of death. What he knows is similar to the information that Lou Jingyu asked the shadow guard to collect.

He couldn't endure much more torture, so he kept saying whatever he was asked in the second half of the night.

Yao Mo and Ji Feng are at two extremes. They have been quiet since they were caught, as if they don't care about anything.

He kept his mouth shut, as if he was not afraid of the pain or the endurance. His eyes were deep and shrewd, looking sinister, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Lian Jue endured the whole night but gained nothing.

Ying Er looked at Yao Mo coldly from the side, silently releasing his coldness.

Yao Mo is indeed a strange person.

He sighed silently in his heart, oh, if only interrogation could be as easy as practicing swordplay, if only two strikes of the sword would make this person speak...

After polishing his precious sword until it shined, Ying Er looked at the sky outside and saw that it was already bright.

----

Ying Shiyi got up much later than usual today, probably because of the drug he took yesterday.

Lou Jingyu got up much earlier than him, but he didn't get up either. He half-lay on the bed with his chin supported, looking at his sleeping face, and pushed a few strands of hair on his forehead behind his ears.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on his face as he looked at the boy.

Ying Shiyi leaned unconsciously into his arms in his sleep. Lou Jingyu's heart softened by his action. He pulled him to himself and patted his back gently.

The sky now gets brighter much later than in summer. Lou Jingyu glanced out the window and could vaguely hear the sound of wind. He guessed that the weather today was not very good.

The room was warm and quiet, the quilt on the bed was soft and warm, and Ying Shiyi's face was rosy as he slept, and he didn't want to wake up.

Lou Jingyu didn't bother him. He held him with one hand and read a book with the other hand, just waiting for Ying Shiyi to wake up.

Almost quarter of an hour later, Shadow Eleven finally made a move.

"Well... Master..."

Ying Shiyi's hand on Lou Jingyu's waist moved. Lou Jingyu immediately put down the book, pinched Ying Shiyi's waist and lifted him up, then rubbed his forehead affectionately.

"Ok?"

"Ayu," Ying Shiyi smiled, and became much more sober, and quickly changed his words, "It's Ayu."

"Yeah." Lou Jingyu was satisfied. He rubbed his head and asked him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Are you still sleepy?"

Ying Shiyi shook his head and leaned into the crook of his neck to wake himself up.

"I'm not feeling uncomfortable, and I'm not sleepy anymore, don't worry, Ayu."

Lou Jingyu ran his fingers through his hair, and waited until he was fully awake before asking someone to bring him water for washing.

After washing up, we had breakfast together. The hot mutton noodle soup was garnished with chopped green onions. The soup was delicious and the mutton was not smelly. One bite warmed my stomach.

Although Ying Shiyi said that he was fine, Lou Jingyu was still worried. After eating the noodles, he called Duan Chunhui for another follow-up visit.

"It's fine, I promise."

After taking the pulse, Duan Chunhui said to Lou Jingyu helplessly.

The leader is really so cautious when it comes to things like Eleven.

Duan Chunhui shook his head, packed up his medicine box, and unceremoniously asked for breakfast.

Lou Jingyu wiped the corner of Ying Shiyi's mouth, then peeled an egg for him and coaxed him to eat it.

"Ayu, I'm full."

Ying Shiyi shook her head and refused the date cake he handed over.

The master seems to always be afraid that he is not full, and he likes to feed himself more and more...

Lou Jingyu touched his belly and put the date cake back when he saw that he was really full. He then poured two more cups of tea, handed one to him and drank one himself.

"Eleven, have a sip of tea. This is the oolong tea produced after the autumn white dew. It is not bitter or astringent, and tastes just right."

Ying Shiyi nodded, took it, and drank tea with him obediently.

Lou Jingyu looked at him tenderly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

Duan Chunhui, who was sitting opposite, saw their sweet scene as soon as he looked up, and felt full before he finished the bowl of noodle soup.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed twice on purpose.

Brother, calm down, I'm still here!

Lou Jingyu glanced at him and frowned, "If you don't want to eat, get out."

Duan Chunhui became timid, pursed his lips, shut up, and lowered his head to concentrate on eating noodles.

I muttered to myself, this treatment is so different, the leader changes his attitude so quickly.

Ying Shiyi was amused by the scene, his eyebrows curved and his forehead rested on Lou Jingyu's shoulder.

Lou Jingyu was in a good mood when he saw Eleven was happy.

He wiped his hands with a wet towel, touched Ying Shiyi's face, and said lovingly, "Didn't you say you were going to the cell to take a look? Are you going now or not?"

Ying Shiyi nodded. After all, she didn't have any plans for today. "Then let's go now."

Lou Jingyu put a thick cloak on the man, asked Duan Chunhui to eat slowly, and went over first with Ying Shiyi.

The cell was a bit cold, but fortunately it was much brighter during the day than at night.

Lou Jingyu held Ying Shiyi's hand tightly and led him inside.

In fact, Lou Jingyu was reluctant to let him come. The cell was inevitably dirty, and he didn't want Eleven to see this messy scene. He was reluctant to let the treasure in his hands come to such a place.

But since Ying Shiyi thought about it, Lou Jingyu had no choice but to agree.

"Let's just take a look and then go back, okay?" Lou Jingyu coaxed him, "It's too cold here, it's not good for your health."

Ying Shiyi naturally listened to him and nodded obediently.