Hard to be a shadow guard

Xuan Ying had expected that it would be more difficult for him to get out of his room since he was captured.

But what he didn't expect was that in order to protect him, Tianren, in addition to the dozens of shadow guards outside the courtyard, also rotated with Diren Huangmei——

We're in the same room, there's no way we can make any more mistakes, right?

Faced with this situation, Xuanying had no choice but to smile wryly.

But one day or two can be tolerated, ten days and eight days can be endured, and half a month is only regarded as self-cultivation and health care.

But I still can't go out for half a step for a whole month...

Even if he was in confinement in the Shadow Pavilion, it would not last that long, but no matter how restless Xuanying was, he would have no one to confide in.

Xuanying hesitated to speak several times, but facing Tianren's cold eyes, Diren's smirk, and Huang Mei's Gu Yan, what else could he ask?

No matter how dull his mind was, he should have discovered that there was a big change that he was not suitable to know about.

The branches and leaves outside the window started to turn yellow from verdant, and now they are already falling down with dead leaves.

Xuanying sat at the foot of the bed, with one knee bent and the other lying flat, her head raised and her eyes staring at the roof without saying a word, it took a long time for her eyes to blink.

During this period of time, he became more and more reticent.

In the past, Huang Mei clung to him tightly, and Xuan Ying could still chat with him for a few words, but now even though Huang Mei talked to herself all day long, Xuan Ying didn't see any response.

And everyone knows what happened to his abnormality, but he just remembered the completely different scene outside the hospital...

Tianren still remembers that day when he went to the Lord to intercede.

Xie Yiqian's face was only indifferent: "I don't want the princess to hear rumors that the king raises gadgets in the backyard before the concubine even passes the door. How will the concubine deal with herself in the palace in the future?"

"If you can't control Xuan Ying, then I will manage it myself."

No one knows what Xie Yiqian will do, and the dead are always the most reassuring.

After hearing this, Tianren didn't dare to soften his heart, so he could only increase the strength of guarding Xuanying, and imagined that if the princess entered the mansion smoothly, it would be better for the lord to send Xuanying abroad even to refute rumors.

The days passed like this day by day, and everything was moving forward in an orderly manner.

It's just that I heard from Tianren yesterday that he took the mission and went out with Diren, and it would take about three or two days before he came back.

After a night of fermenting, Xuanying's withered mind unavoidably revived.

Huang Mei came to Xuanying's room early in the morning, and talked for a long time when Xuanying ignored him, so she shut up embarrassingly, and squatted by the window with a grass stalk in her mouth, mumbling about something.

Ordinary people might not care about Huang Mei's long-winded words, but Xuanying couldn't stand it for nearly two months, except for the occasional episode of bone pain in her knees, her meridians have been restored, and her internal strength has even improved a little.

And the injury on the knee was caused by staying in the secret room of King Liang's Mansion for a long time, or lying or kneeling on the cold ground.

Besides, he could clearly hear Huang Mei talking——

"Little Shadow doesn't love Dad for the water thrown out by a married son!"

"Poor little Meimei, no one cares about her, no one loves her, and she is still hated by others..."

"Poor thing, the north wind is blowing, and Meimei is crying..."

There was a sound of mourning, even Xuanying knew that it was for him, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

However, this kind of good time when only the silly Huang Mei stays at the palace is not common, Xuan Ying endured it for a long time, with a trace of lament overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey!" Huang Mei, who was always paying attention to Xuanying's movement, caught it immediately, he turned around abruptly, and jumped off the window, "What's wrong?"

Xuan Ying lowered her head and stared at Huang Mei for a long time, only turning her eyes away when Huang Mei was getting hairy all over.

He looked at the dead wood in the courtyard through the window, his gaze was calm.

Xuan Ying said: "Huang Mei, have you done the math? I've been in this room, at the foot of this bed, for 39 days. During the 39 days, I haven't seen anyone except the three of you."

For a moment, Huang Mei even suspected that he saw death in Xuan Ying.

But when Xuan Ying turned her head and looked at him again: "I just want to see the Lord, is it that difficult?"

"Is it that difficult to just go out to this small place?"

He obviously didn't ask questions angrily, and his tone was so flat that he thought he was just stating a fact, but Huang Mei still felt chills.

"Xuanying..." He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth dryly, he lost his words again.

Xuanying didn't expect to get any results at first, so she turned her head indifferently, thought for a while and simply turned over and climbed back on the bed.

He turned his back to Huang Mei again, and pulled the quilt over his body: "Go out, I won't run, sleep for a while, don't stay here and disturb me."

After finishing speaking, he sniffed his nose twice, moved the quilt, moved up to cover his head, and it was over.

And Huang Mei who was behind him seemed to be struck by lightning, he stared at the ball on the bed with wide eyes - crying, crying?

He didn't even remember, but there was a memory of Xuanying crying in his mind, so is this the first time?

Huang Mei didn't know, but after watching him for a long time, a look of pain flashed in her eyes, and she finally walked out.

There was a sound of the door, and there was only a shallow breath left in the small room.

There was no moisture on Xuanying's face covered by the quilt on the bed, he considered himself to be a human being, and the rest was just to obey the destiny.

And Huang Mei who went out did what he wanted, as soon as he walked out of the small courtyard, he turned and ran towards Xie Yiqian's main courtyard.

An hour later, intermittent begging voices came from the palace study: "My lord, I beg you, my subordinates beg you, Xuanying just wants to see you, just give him a word."

"This subordinate is willing to risk his life for protection, and Xuan Ying will never dare to send it privately again...Master, I beg you..."

Then there were muffled bangs of forehead hitting the ground, and it was only at the end that a voice interrupted: "Go down, my king...will consider it."

"Master..." "Get down!"

With a stern voice, everything returned to silence.

It was night, in the light and bleak night wind, a person walked into Xuanying's yard unhurriedly.

The many shadow guards guarding nearby acted as if they hadn't seen it, allowing the man to walk all the way into the courtyard, then stretched out his hand to push open the door, and walked in without hesitation.

After the sound of knees landing on the ground appeared, Xuanying touched his forehead to the ground, suppressed the trembling in the voice forcefully, and reluctantly greeted: "See my lord."

Xie Yiqian didn't respond, and went straight to the table, and lighted a candle calmly, letting the faint light of the fire fill the whole room.

Then he asked: "Listen to Huang Mei, do you want to see this king?"

His words were cold, but he could no longer see the warmth and approachability he had when he stayed in Xuanying's room to handle official business a month ago.