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

When the porridge in the bowl was empty, Lou Jingyu knew that this was already Eleven's usual amount of food, so he put the bowl on the table.

I served him another bowl of soup and fed him half a bowl, fearing that he would feel full, so he drank the rest himself.

"Are you still hungry?" Lou Jingyu asked.

Ying Shiyi shook his head.

He had no taste for the meal and was only thinking about how to appease his master. He didn't know what he had eaten, but he was full.

He wanted to talk to his master, but his master looked unhappy.

He looked cold, unlike the gentle smile on his face that usually appeared when he was with her.

Now it seems like she doesn't want to talk to him.

Ying Shiyi was annoyed that he could not say anything nice.

The master is right next to me, but I don’t know how to coax him.

He gently tugged at Lou Jingyu's sleeve.

"Huh?" Lou Jingyu thought he had something to say and leaned over to listen.

"Master, you haven't eaten yet."

Ying Shiyi was worried that Lou Jingyu had not eaten yet, so he mustered up the courage to remind him.

The master was only concerned with making sure he was full, but he only drank half a bowl of soup.

Besides, the master has been very busy these days and has not eaten much at noon. It would be bad for his health if he doesn't eat at night.

Lou Jingyu sighed silently in his heart.

Eleven always thought about him and took everything about him to heart, but now he was worried just about a meal.

But he didn't treat himself better.

Lou Jingyu didn't want him to worry any more at the moment, so he served himself a bowl of porridge and drank directly from the bowl without a spoon. He finished his dinner in no time.

Then he carried the person to the inner room and asked Duan Chunhui to follow him to check the injury on Eleven's knee.

Duan Chunhui felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.

He saw that his knee was already red and swollen. He squinted his eyes and secretly looked at Lou Jingyu, and met a pair of anxious eyes.

Duan Chunhui felt pressured and quickly looked back at his injury.

He thought to himself that even if his brother was angry, he would not punish Ying Shiyi.

After all, what Lou Jingyu couldn't bear to see most was Eleven getting hurt.

So how did this injury occur?

Could it be that the silly kid Ying Shiyi knelt down on his own?

"How long have you been kneeling?" Duan Chunhui asked.

Ying Shiyi sat on the edge of the bed, twisting his fingers, not daring to answer. He was afraid that his master would get angry again if he said it.

But from the moment Duan Chunhui asked this question, Lou Jingyu's face had become even darker.

He answered for Ying Shiyi: "It will probably take about an hour."

Duan Chunhui made another "tsk" sound, thinking that this was really cruel to him.

Ying Shiyi lowered his head even lower, hoping that Master Duan would stop talking, as his master was already very angry.

"Prescribe the medicine quickly." Lou Jingyu urged. His knee looked painful.

Duan Chunhui nodded in agreement, quickly prepared a prescription and prepared some ointment, and told Lou Jingyu in detail how to take the medicine and how to apply the ointment.

"Just boil the medicine tonight and take a dose. After all, medicine is toxic, so it's mainly an external ointment. Fortunately, it's not serious. It will be fine in two or three days. Once the blood stasis is dissolved and the swelling is gone, it will be fine too."

Only then did Lou Jingyu feel slightly relieved.

Duan Chunhui was about to leave after finishing the treatment, but Lou Jingyu stopped him and said he wanted to see him off.

He turned around and said something to Ying Shiyi, but he didn't dare to just leave after giving instructions like before. He repeatedly emphasized that he was just seeing someone off.

"Don't get out of bed again. Your knees can't stand being hurt so many times."

Ying Shiyi nodded obediently, covered himself with the quilt and lay on the bed. Only then did Lou Jingyu send Duan Chunhui out.

As soon as they walked out of the Canglan Palace, Duan Chunhui asked curiously, "Did they really have a fight or not?"

He really couldn't tell the difference.

Lou Jingyu looked at him coldly.

Duan Chunhui understood and shrank his neck.

"I know, I know."

"But how could you two quarrel? Ying Shiyi listens to you so much, and you are so patient with him, how could you quarrel?"

Lou Jingyu snorted and didn't want to answer.

Duan Chunhui became curious and asked without fear of being beaten.

"Could it be that they had a disagreement in bed—"

Before he could finish his words, Lou Jingyu kicked him. He then said seriously, "Why don't we discuss it properly? He will definitely listen to you."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the look in Ying Shiyi's eyes towards Lou Jingyu was filled with love that was about to overflow and an eternal sincere passion.

Lou Jingyu himself knew that Eleven loved him. It was the same in past and present lives and it had never changed.

Although I realized this love later than Eleven, once I fell in love, I also loved deeply.

But his Eleventh didn't dare to believe it. Due to his inferiority complex, he praised him too highly.

This is the biggest problem in their relationship.

Sometimes the gap in status is not scary, what is scary is that this inequality is also inherited emotionally.

Lou Jingyu looked back towards the direction of the hall, his expression full of tenderness and some melancholy.

He rarely really worries about anything, which is a rare thing.

The candlelight from the hanging lamp in the corridor illuminated his determined brows. Facing his friend of many years, Lou Jingyu spoke slowly after a long time.

"Eleven he's very uneasy."

"But I think this is not just his problem, it's mine too. I didn't realize until today that he had hidden all this so deeply."

"I think I should reflect on this."

Lou Jingyu thought that he was too happy after his rebirth, so he gradually downplayed this point.

He thought Eleven was ready to be with him, so he tried to get her around him, but in fact, Eleven was not.

His Eleven is sensitive and thoughtful, so he can't help but think too much.

Duan Chunhui couldn't help but feel moved when he saw that Lou Jingyu also had such melancholy.

It is true that when people have someone they care about, they will change themselves.

He was an outsider and could see clearly that the leader and Ying Shiyi were deeply in love with each other, but in fact there was something between them.

Such a quarrel may not be a bad thing. Maybe you can figure it out and then you won’t have any worries in the future.

Unlike him and Lian Jue, they didn't have a quarrel back then, but they have been entangled and stumbling for so many years, and nothing has been figured out.

It would have been better if we had a big fight back then and cleared up everything, so there would be no need to worry about it so much.

Duan Chunhui patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Would you like me to drink some wine with you to relieve your boredom?"

Lou Jingyu glanced at him. Now Eleven was still waiting for him in the room. How could he leave him and go drinking with him? He was not in the mood for that.

If he wanted to drink, he would only have a small drink with Eleven.

"Drink it yourself," he said.

Duan Chunhui didn't really want him to drink. He knew that Lou Jingyu rarely drank. He said that just to lighten the atmosphere.

Otherwise it would be too solemn.

"It was just a joke." Duan Chun replied, "By the way, you sent me out here so you must have something serious to say, right?"

Lou Jingyu nodded, "Do you have any hawthorn pills that can strengthen the stomach? Send some over. Eleven has not had a good appetite these past few days."

Duan Chunhui shrugged, handed the medicine box to the medicine boy, and then answered: "I'm afraid he can't eat, not because of his poor health, but because of his bad mood. Worry hurts the five internal organs. Emotions are also closely related to appetite. If you two reconcile now, he will enjoy everything he eats."

"We're not arguing." Lou Jingyu said.

"I know. You are engaging in a very novel kind of cold war."

Lou Jingyu didn't refute. In fact, he didn't know what situation they were in at the moment. It was a bit like a cold war, but not quite like that.

But it's different from usual.

Duan Chunhui said that he would deliver it tomorrow morning when it was ready, and then he went back. Lou Jingyu also turned around and went back to Canglan Palace.