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Anxiety appeared on his face, as if the master-student relationship was more than a thousand miles away, even if he had done secret things that completely surpassed the ethics of master-student, as long as the title remained the same, he could continue to maintain the superficial peace of this deformed relationship.And my expression was too serious, maybe he vaguely sensed some kind of premonition of collapse, walked over and held my hand to calm down, and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

"I'm not You Fangting." I raised his hand, stared at his vacillating eyes, and kissed him softly, "I'm not someone your senior brother recruited to be your apprentice, Qing Ming."

"I'm--"

His reaction was not as intense as I imagined. When he heard Feisheng Pavilion's name, he just stared blankly for a while, then laughed a few times in a hoarse voice, picked up his dark blue jade flute again, and played " The last piece of "Drinking Flowers".

He sat still for a long while, thinking through the cause and effect: "Brother will come in a few days, I will hide it for you."

"Come back to the cabinet with me. Xue Guike has returned to his position. He has a lot of tricks in tracking, and Yin Xun will be able to cover the case in a short time. Even if he continues to do evil, no matter how bad he is, he can protect you from being hurt by others."

"As for your senior brother, if you leave a letter, you don't have to wait for him. Feisheng Pavilion has a good reputation in the Jianghu these years, so he will be at ease."

I stroked his long hair, cheeks, and lips condescendingly: "Come back to the cabinet with me, and you don't have to be afraid of revealing your secrets. You can touch me every day, every moment, wherever you want, without anyone Beak."

"I understand what you want. At that time, all the unbearable things you do will be regarded as obeying my orders."

He stared blankly at me, seeing that his usually calm apprentice suddenly tore off his disguise and turned into a vulture coveting a carrion corpse, and he was about to sacrifice himself for it, willingly blending into the flesh and blood of the bird of prey.

He was just like this, neither responding nor stopping me from playing, just looking at me like this.

Under such gazes, I gradually lost patience: "If you agree, follow me, if you don't agree—"

My fingers left his skin, and I took off the knife that the yamen rationed to catch the fast, and looked for the dark red Tang knife that I had replaced for a long time-when there was no need to pretend anymore, it was a war blade that was never sheathed by a master of swordsman.

I crossed the threshold with my knife in hand, and suddenly I heard him say from behind: "Really?"

He took my arm: "How long can everything you say count?"

"Until you get bored."

"Wait for me, wait for me to write two letters before leaving." He lowered his eyebrows and held me tightly.

Two years later

"Uncle is putting pressure on me, I need a child." While reviewing the information, I said to the empty front.

There were two people breathing in the room, but the other person turned a deaf ear.

But I'm used to asking his opinion in such an informative tone, and I'm also used to him never responding to cabinet affairs. In the past, I would not ask him, but this time it is slightly related to me. I want to see his reaction.

But he still hugged my waist, quietly knelt on my lap, cleverly concealing his figure with the shadow of the table.

He seemed to be asleep again.

I stretched my hand into the loose unlined clothing along the back of his neck, stroking him to wake him up, but when my fingers passed by, he released a long sigh from his throat, and the long gray hair flowed down my bare calf, he looked at me in a daze I don't even need to say anything.

"?"

"Uncle put pressure on me, I need a child."

"Oh, good." He switched to another calf, and continued to fall asleep drowsily.

More than ten years later

"Who are you, why are you sleeping in my father's house!?"

Huo Qing approached the bed, but the man didn't have long ears and remained motionless. If it wasn't for his slight breathing, he would have looked like a corpse. His eyes were covered with red silk cloth, and the quilt covered his thin neck, revealing only the lines With a bony but rather handsome lower face and long gray hair scattered outside the pillow, he vaguely looked like a thin man.

Huo Qing felt curious and angry when he was young. His father said that his mother died, so he would never marry for life, but he didn't expect that it was all a lie to him. It turned out that the "Jiao" was hidden here in the golden house.

He shook the man's shoulders roughly: "Get up!"

In a flash, the quilt was rumpled, revealing the shoulders and collarbone underneath, and the whole room was no longer his father's neat and bright bedroom, like a dark secret place suddenly dyed rose, with demons blocking the way in front of him.

The boy couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Prisoner end]