The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

The emperor suddenly laughed angrily, his eyes full of gloom, "If you commit crimes under the Li king, you will be fined for one year and banned for three months..."

"Also, take back the military power of the Northern Yan Army."

Xue Lang didn't change his face, he said yes, and then he was about to leave, as if the military power didn't interest him.

The Beiyan army does not only recognize soldier symbols.

The floor tiles in Jinqiu felt cool, Xue Lang knelt until Zishi, and he was not allowed to return to the mansion until Emperor Qing came out of the imperial study.

Xue Lang stood up and patted his trouser legs, as if nothing happened, he turned around and left the palace.

The palace gate was bleak, he stopped, couldn't help but look back at the palace with vermilion walls and green tiles, it was such a big prison.

It was raining lightly from the sky, Prince Li's mansion didn't drive a carriage today, Xue Lang didn't like to ride in a carriage, and the red silk and brocade seats really made him uncomfortable.

When the night wind blew up, Xue Lang experienced a gust of cold that pierced his bones, and he was dazzled just now, before he had time to use his internal energy to keep out the cold.

Well, so be it.

As he was walking, he suddenly remembered that his state should be called loneliness. Before he could finish thinking, he called out the name first: "Yan Li."

Yan Li couldn't enter the palace, so he guarded outside the palace for a long time, waiting for him for a long time, thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the wind wasn't very cold anymore.

"Subordinates are here."

No matter what the road conditions were, Yan Li must have half-kneeled in front of him the moment he appeared. His martial arts were so strong that even Xue Lang couldn't see his figure clearly.

Xue Lang wanted to wake him up, so he made up a nonsense reason: "The mud splashed on my king's shoes."

Yan Li didn't move, just glanced down at the prince's muddy shoes, then lowered his head to plead guilty: "This subordinate deserves to die."

On both sides of the white mask, two strands of hair slipped down, which looked like they had been drenched in the rain. Xue Lang's heart moved at will, and he grabbed the strand of wet hair and pulled it off. Yan Li took advantage of the situation and raised his head. It was too dark to see clearly Eye.

"Get up." Xue Lang pulled him up by his arm, skipping this, "How long have you been in the shower?"

Yan Li shook his head, took out a cloak from his bosom, and put it on Xue Lang, still carrying his body temperature.

Xue Lang laughed, tightened his cloak, and said, "Go home."

Yan Li wanted to step into the darkness, but Xue Lang grabbed him and said, "Walk with me for a while."

"Yes."

At this time, most of the people in Prince Li's mansion had rested, only a few places were lit, which were so weak that they could be extinguished at any time.

Xue Lang didn't want to disturb the doormen, so he led Yan Li into the yard. The patrolling Northern Yan army wanted to stop them, but they backed away silently after seeing Xue Lang's face clearly, but they didn't know who the young man behind him was.

What does the master want to do if he doesn't return late at night and brings back an extraordinary handsome man?

So the next day, there were related rumors in Prince Li's mansion that King Li raised a beautiful man in the courtyard.

3. Chapter 3

His Royal Highness Li Wang returned to the imperial court, and was fined to kneel outside the imperial study on the second day. On the third day, the news of foot restraint came out. The world said that King Li was pitiful, even though he made military exploits, he lost his sacred heart.

The dust-cleaning banquet originally scheduled for the second day of his return to Beijing was also cancelled, and King Li's status was in jeopardy and went from bad to worse.

However, Xue Lang, who was in the center of the whirlpool of events, was extremely heartless. He even felt that the emperor's imperial decree was wonderful. He didn't need him to go to the morning court, and he didn't need him to deal with the "distinguished guests" who were about to step through the threshold.

However, Xue Lang is an unrestrained master, and the order to add servants has been put down long ago. He specially ordered that there is no need to strictly investigate, and he just waits for the soldiers to cover up the water and soil. He is curious about the difference between the palace of Daqing and Dachu.

It was night, when the steward of the palace was training the new servants, Xue Lang squatted on the roof and watched, holding a bunch of blue grapes, half-closed his eyes, after watching for a while, he felt bored, so he jumped off the roof .

The people in the courtyard were startled, and huddled together tremblingly. Xue Lang greeted with a smile, then threw the rest of the green tea to the housekeeper, saying: "Thanks for your hard work, old king, I'm back."

"My lord, go slowly."

A female voice that was neither humble nor overbearing suddenly came out of the quiet crowd. Xue Lang turned his head to look, smiling unabated. He was a juicy, slave.

He paced up to the girl, and the girl looked up at him stubbornly, with admiration and defense in her eyes, and hidden disgust and disdain that was hard to detect.

"What's your name?" Xue Lang's smile deepened, the redness at the end of his eyes disappeared slightly, and he looked very interested, and asked, "How old are you this year?"

The girl blessed her body, and replied crisply: "My maidservant, Wan Cui, just reached the age of Ji this year."

Xue Lang nodded, walked a few steps, exchanged glances with Steward Wang, and said, "It will be delivered to my room in a while."

Butler Wang responded calmly, thinking that the master in his heart was finally willing to get a little dirty.

But he was doomed to be disappointed.

After Wan Cui bathed and cleaned up, she walked past the previous yard, and the group of people were still standing like quails listening to the training. She sneered secretly, a group of idiots who don't know how to get the attention of the superiors.

Xue Lang's room was lit with incense, and the smell was a bit unpleasant. It was brought back from the border, and it was a good way to repel mosquitoes.

The door of the room was knocked lightly, the servant girls surrounded Wan Cui and stood at the door, bowing their heads respectfully, but she was as proud as a peacock.

Inside the house, Xue Lang was playing with a small dagger, his eyes were playful, and he let the pancui dry for a while before he said in a tone, "Come in."

When Wan Cui stepped in impatiently, Xue Lang grabbed two handfuls of hair and yawned, with water in his eyes, as if he was extremely sleepy.

Pretending not to notice the girl's disrespectful expression when she entered the door, he walked out of the inner room and smiled at Wan Cui: "I didn't expect that, I overslept."

The smell of the incense was really strong. Xue Lang smoked it inside for a long time just now, and even his hair was stained with the smell. As soon as he walked over, the smell outside immediately became unpleasant.

Wan Cuisheng took a step back, resisting the urge to cover her nose, and leaned over to salute: "See you, my lord."

Rumor has it that such a wild and unruly beauty can most arouse a man's desire to conquer.

Xue Lang subconsciously compared her to Yan Li. In terms of aloofness, no one around him was around Yan Li, and Yan Li was only loyal to him. In other words, he had already conquered an even more powerful beauty, Wan Cui. In this way, it is "hands-on-hand".

But this kind of thinking can't be told to Yan Li, firstly, comparing him with a woman is already belittling him, secondly, he knows Yan Li won't have strange emotions, so it's just asking for fun.

He hugged her into his arms, and the strong smell of incense almost suffocated her directly, but Xue Lang didn't know it, twisted a piece of pastry, stuffed it into her mouth, and raised her chin again, his face was full of flirtatiousness Said: "Hello, my king."

Wan Cui resisted Xue Lang with all her heart, put her palm on his chest, and pushed back, there seemed to be tears in her eyes, her grievance was unspeakable, and she felt disgusted that she couldn't hide, she felt that she was going to vomit.

Suddenly, Xue Lang's eyes lit up, he nodded to himself, and asked without hesitation: "Are you a young lady?"

Wan Cui's face turned green and white, and the little maids behind her looked at her in surprise, although they didn't say anything, but she couldn't ignore the feeling of being like a light on her back.

"No maidservant, maidservant only once worked in the mansion of adults."

Originally, it was normal social etiquette for each government to send a few slaves to each other, but Xue Lang hated people reaching out to his room, so he vented his anger by relying on "not understanding the rules".

So Xue Lang's expression changed, and he stared at her gloomyly, his gaze turned poisonous: "Oh? Who is your lord? Tell me, maybe I know you."

Wan Cui's small face suddenly turned pale, she plopped and knelt on the ground, begging for forgiveness: "Your servant has made a slip of the tongue, the lord please spare your servant."

"Drag it down, die with a stick."

Xue Lang turned half of his body, leaving a piece of tumbling clothes in her line of sight.

When the words fell, a man in black appeared and took Pan Cui away. When she opened her mouth to cry, a whip was whipped on her mouth, blood spattered everywhere, and she fainted from fright.

The shadow guard with the whip punched Xue Lang, and left with Wan Cui's limp body.

The servant girl obviously didn't understand Xue Lang's character, but she was also very frightened. The shadow guards left for a while, Xue Lang turned around and saw that they were still there, and asked with a light smile, "You want to try too?"

They were terrified in their hearts, fell to their knees, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, forgive me."

"Get out," Xue Lang smiled, walked into the inner room, and chased people away mercilessly, "Pack up your things and get out."

That night, Steward Wang's temples became gray with worry, and those who bought in the morning were sent out in the evening.

Xue Lang met Steward Wang the next day and comforted him by saying that this was called a small punishment but a big commandment.

Steward Wang almost pouted out of anger, and wanted to leave on the spot. The prince didn't like this, and it didn't go well, as if everyone in Lingyang City didn't like him.

He dropped the account book angrily, Xue Lang picked it up for him, patted the dust, returned it to him and at the same time kept him with a smile: "You are gone, this king will ask Yan Li to pick you up."

Steward Wang's back turned cold, and Yan Li arrived behind him at some point, holding his dark golden long sword, watching him quietly, as long as the master gave an order, he would. . . . . .

Under coercion and lure, Steward Wang still took over the hard job. Xue Lang realized his conscience once in a while, put his hand on his shoulder and said: "On weekdays, don't let people enter this king's yard. If something happens, push them away." Get out, just don't get in the way."

He wanted to find some domestic servants, just so that the huge Prince Li's mansion would be guarded so that it wouldn't be deserted, and he didn't intend to enjoy the exquisite life of a prince.

There will always be times of trouble, no one can guarantee smooth sailing, at least he is still precarious now.

After hastily dismissing Steward Wang, Xue Lang climbed over the wall and left the mansion in public. The Beiyan army guarded their respective one-acre and three-point lands, and Quan pretended not to see anything.

Yan Li followed him and reported in a low voice: "Yesterday's maidservant belongs to King Rui."

Xue Lang said: "I can't wait so long