Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Xiao Shen sat in front of the bonfire with a blank expression. The graceful dancer was dancing to the sound of silk and bamboo, but he turned a deaf ear and kept his indifferent eyes on the jumping flames.

Since he was born, he has lived in a silent cold palace, and he has long been used to being alone.Later, when he had a husband, he only wanted to get along with him, and even Xiao Dezi felt that it was unnecessary to wait on him.

This was the first time he waited with so many idlers, and he felt that the surroundings were very noisy, and everything disturbed him, so he couldn't help but raise his eyelids, trying to find that familiar azure color.

He searched around to no avail, but the fifth prince's excited voice came from his ears: "Seventh brother, don't you drink?"

Xiao Shen withdrew his gaze calmly, and replied, "I don't know how to drink."

"Ah? Isn't it?" Xiao Jingrui looked surprised, "How old are you this year, why don't you know how to drink?"

Xiao Shen lowered his eyelashes and ignored the other party.

Since he was choked on drinking on the roof on New Year's Eve three years ago, my husband forbade him to drink again, saying that it would not be too late to practice drinking when he grew up.

Xiao Jingrui, however, refused to let go, squeezed enthusiastically to his side, handed him the wine jar, and said with a smile: "Come on, a real man is a man who drinks heavily and eats meat!"

The word "manly man" seemed to have touched some kind of mechanism, Xiao Shen's brows moved slightly, he took the wine jar silently, raised his head and took a sip.

"Ahem..." This time he drank less aggressively, but he still coughed twice due to the heat.

Xiao Jingrui clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Old Seven, you can't drink!"

"Jingrui, are you bullying again?" At this time, the third prince Xiao Hongyao also came over.

He has a tall and straight figure, a face like a crown jade, and there is an indescribable elegance in his gestures.

"Third brother, I don't have one!" Xiao Jingrui immediately clung to him and put his arms around the third prince's arm, "Heaven and earth conscience, I'm just connecting with my seventh brother."

Xiao Hongyao's eyes fell on the taciturn seventh brother, and after a while, he said with a smile: "It's good if you don't bully, we brothers should get closer. Seventh brother, if you have anything in the future, you can come to third brother at any time."

There was no wavering in Xiao Shen's heart, but on the surface he cupped his hands in a similar manner: "Thank you, third brother."

It is easy to make icing on the cake, but difficult to send charcoal in the snow. After 15 years, he, the third brother, finally remembered that he still has a younger brother, and he laughed so hard.

Xiao Hongyao wanted to say something more, when a flare exploded in mid-air.

Jin Yiwei, who heard the signal, acted with lightning speed, and the people around the campfire didn't know why, and looked around one after another.

A moment later, a guard in Jin Yi knelt in front of Emperor Guangxi and said, "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine Yuan has been assassinated!"

"What did you say?" Emperor Guangxi suddenly stood up from his chair, "How is Concubine Yuan coughing now..."

Jin Yiwei: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Xue Qian has killed the assassin on the spot!"

Without further ado, Emperor Guangxi swung the cloak over his shoulders, turned around and strode towards the imperial camp.

The rest of you heard that there was an assassin, and couldn't help but feel uneasy, and His Royal Highness immediately followed up: "Gu also go and see!"

And Xiao Shen looked very calm in the chaos, and continued to search for Mr.

After a while, the plausible words that the gentleman said before leaving came to mind, and the calm mask on the boy's face shattered with a "click".

He suddenly got up from his seat, almost knocked over the desk, grabbed the Jin Yiwei who reported the report, and asked sharply: "Who else is there? Is the sir also there?"

Jin Yiwei asked blankly, "Which gentleman?"

Xiao Shen: "Shen Qingzhuo!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Jin Yiwei came back to his senses, "Mr. Shen is also here!"

In an instant, Xiao Shen seemed to be hit by a boulder in the chest, and there was a "buzzing" roar in his ears, and he took several steps back unsteadily.

The next moment, he staggered and ran towards the imperial camp, running faster and faster, until he almost ran wildly.

At this moment, he didn't dare to make any assumptions, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to his husband.

Until the familiar figure appeared in sight.

Alive, sir is alive...

But before he could catch his breath, the blood flowing from Mr.'s arm completely pierced his pupils red again.

The husband even smiled at himself, how could he laugh?

Xiao Shen knelt down in front of him with all his strength exhausted. In less than a quarter of an hour, it was as if he had fallen from the nine heavens to hell, and then climbed back to the world by all chance.

"Shen Qingzhuo, I really...can't live without you..." He couldn't help sobbing, hugging so hard that he seemed to be rubbing people into his body.

Knead into the body and combine the two into one, so there is no need to be afraid of losing.

"Okay, be good, don't cry anymore," Shen Qingzhuo coaxed patiently, his heart was soaked by the teenager's tears, and he was so soft, "Mr.

But the tears seemed to have a mind of their own, no matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, Dou Da's tears continued to overflow.

"Oh, my arm hurts..." Seeing that the little apprentice couldn't be coaxed for a while, Shen Qingzhuo began to cry out in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" Xiao Shen let go of his hand instantly, and stepped back helplessly, "The imperial physician! The imperial physician!"

The tears on the boy's face were covered with tears before he had time to wipe it off, and he was in a daze, looking really pitiful.

Shen Qingzhuo endured the pain and said: "It's nothing serious, just find an imperial doctor to deal with it."

Xiao Shen wiped his face indiscriminately, got up from the ground, and rushed into the imperial camp.

The Imperial Physician kneeling on the ground in the imperial camp, accompanied by Imperial Physician Zhang with the best medical skills, was treating the concubine Yuan on the couch.

After a while, Imperial Physician Zhang also knelt down and pleaded guilty: "The humble minister is incompetent, and the dragon child in the womb of the empress cannot be kept."

Emperor Guangxi was furious when he heard the words, and swept away the objects on the desk with a wave of his hand, cursing angrily: "Trash! Idiots! What use is it for me to support you!"

"The emperor appeases his anger—"

"Father, calm down!" The crown prince hurriedly supported the crumbling Emperor Guangxi, "Fortunately, the concubine Yuan's health is fine, father, you have to take care of your health!"

Emperor Guangxi gasped for breath, his cloudy eyes fell on the face of Concubine Yuan who was unconscious on the couch, and he roared exhaustedly: "Get out, get out!"

All the imperial physicians hurriedly got up and retreated, Emperor Guangxi shouted again: "Emperor Zhang stay!"

Xiao Shen, who had been waiting at the door, took the opportunity to grab an imperial physician and dragged him away without any explanation: "Follow me!"

"Your Highness Seventh, where did you get hurt?" Imperial Physician Lu was holding the medicine box in one hand, stumbling out while being grabbed by his collar, not forgetting to care for His Highness.

"It's not that I'm injured, it's sir." With a gloomy expression, Xiao Shen brought Imperial Physician Lu to his tent.

Shen Qingzhuo nodded: "It's troublesome."

The veil around his arm was soaked with blood, and the blood was dripping onto the ground.

Physician Lu hurried forward, and said in a reproachful tone: "You have suffered such a serious injury, why didn't you heal it sooner?"

Shen Qingzhuo smiled slightly: "My injury is a trivial matter, but the health of the concubine Yuan's body is the major issue."

Xiao Shen listened from the side, his complexion became darker and darker.He suppressed the bad emotions surging in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense, and treat it quickly."

Physician Lu began to treat the wound.

Cut off the sleeves, and carefully peeled off the cloth stuck to the wound, a hideous sword wound came into view.

"Fortunately, the sword edge was deflected, and no bones were injured." After careful examination, Imperial Physician Lu couldn't help exhaling, "But the wound is not shallow, and still needs to be stitched up. Your Highness, please go and cook a bowl of Mabosan first."

Xiao Shen didn't dare to leave at all, and replied, "I'll let someone cook it."

After finishing speaking, he found a Jin Yiwei nearby to cook the medicine, and returned to the tent without stopping.

Due to excessive blood loss, Shen Qingzhuo's complexion was pale, her brows were frowning, her breathing became weaker and weaker, her whole body was like a piece of fragile jade.

Imperial Physician Lu said again: "Mr. Shen, you are bleeding too much. I will debride the wound and stop the bleeding for you first. Can you bear it?"

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes, "It's okay, you can deal with it directly."

However, during the debridement, the sudden onset of pain still made him groan: "Um..."

pain……

It hurt so badly that his temples swelled and his brain felt like it was going to explode.

Physician Lu immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Young Master Shen, I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

And Xiao Shen, who was standing by, couldn't help clenching his fists, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks twitched unnaturally, as if he was enduring the same pain.

Obviously he couldn't feel the pain, even if he fell off the wall and slapped the ashes, he could get up, but at this moment, his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Xiaoqi, come here." Shen Qingzhuo called him with his eyes closed.

Xiao Shen just woke up like a dream, and walked over quickly, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Sir."

"Come on, sir, give me a handshake." Shen Qingzhuo stretched out his good hand.

Xiao Shen held that cold hand without thinking.

The dark and thick eyelashes like crow feathers were closed, and they trembled slightly with the movements of Imperial Physician Lu, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering in a storm. It was beautiful and fragile, and the onlookers couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

***

When all the dust has settled, it is Haishi.

Shen Qingzhuo changed into a clean green robe, and was lying on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, while the young man curled up beside him, occupying only a small corner.

The effect of Mafeisan gradually disappeared, the blue eyelids moved slightly, Shen Qingzhuo opened his eyelashes, and the tingling pain in his right arm became clear at the same time.

"Sir, you're awake!" Xiao Shen raised his upper body excitedly, and a series of questions came over him, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay..." Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes again, "Let sir take it easy."

Hearing this, Xiao Shen got down on the ground again, but his eyes couldn't leave his husband's pale face for a moment.

But Shen Qingzhuo didn't speak again, he wanted to gather his energy and wait for Emperor Guangxi to summon him.

Sure enough, about a quarter of an hour later, a voice came from outside the tent: "Young Master Shen, the emperor has summoned you."

Shen Qingzhuo opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear.

He was about to get up when an arm stretched out stopped him, "Sir, you need to rest!"

"I'm going to see your father, I'll be back soon." Shen Qingzhuo grabbed the boy's strong and thin forearm, "Hey, wait for me here."

Xiao Shen remained motionless, his dark eyes were full of stubbornness, and there was a trace of obvious irritation.

Shen Qingzhuo looked back at him calmly, and said in a serious tone: "Do you still remember the story that my husband told you? It's time to close the net now, so don't miss your business."

Up to this point, Xiao Shen had already figured out the true meaning of the phrase "The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows".He stared at his husband in silence for a moment, and finally relaxed.

Shen Qingzhuo smiled at him reassuringly, got up and walked out of the tent.

After the eunuch notified, a weary "Come in" came from the imperial camp.

Shen Qingzhuo opened the curtain and walked in, wanting to kneel down and salute: "I greet the emperor—"

Emperor Guangxi lay on the couch, his eyes fell on the bandage on his arm, and he waved his hand, "There is no need to kneel."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Shen Qingzhuo stood up straight, waiting for Emperor Guangxi's next words.

"You will repeat what happened today truthfully." Emperor Guangxi stared at him gravely, "There must not be any omissions."

"Yes." Shen Qingzhuo responded, and began to recall, "During the dinner today, I was overwhelmed with alcohol and left the banquet halfway. When I passed by the seat of Jin Yiwei, I had a few words with Mr. Xue."

Emperor Guangxi interrupted: "What friendship do you have with Xue Shihang?"

"Three years ago, the night the fourth and seventh princes fell into the water, it was Mr. Xue who came to rescue them, so we became acquainted with each other." Shen Qingzhuo's tone was calm, his eyes were open, "Mr. Several times, I thought Master Xue was worth making friends with."

Emperor Guangxi nodded slightly, agreeing with this explanation.

"I walked and chatted with Mr. Xue, and came here without knowing it." Shen Qingzhuo continued, "I stopped, and after observing, I found that there was only a team of guards patrolling around. I felt a little uneasy in my heart, so I persuaded Mr. Xue There should be more Jinyi Guards patrolling. Unexpectedly, at this moment, several black-clothed assassins suddenly appeared near the imperial camp. Master Xue immediately drew his sword and fought with the assassins. , to gain time for rescue."

At the end, he glanced at Southwind's arm, "But I have no strength to restrain the chicken, and I am not an opponent of the assassin at all. I can only block the sword with my body."

Emperor Guangxi heaved a long sigh: "Wearing knives and guns is not your strong point. It is not easy for you to protect the Lord with your own body."

Shen Qingzhuo bowed his head: "I am ashamed."

Emperor Guangxi was silent for a moment, "Call Xue Shihang in."

Xue Shihang, who was waiting outside the door, lifted the curtain and stepped in, knelt down and saluted: "Your Majesty."

"Concubine Yuan was assassinated today because of your dereliction of duty in Jinyiwei, but for the sake of your loyal savior, I will not punish you for the time being and give you a chance to redeem your merits." Emperor Guangxi took a breath, "Shen Qingzhuo rescued you many times. You have meritorious deeds, and you are specially appointed as Jinyiwei Cong Sipin Beizhen Fushi, responsible for thoroughly investigating the assassination case of Concubine Yuan."

Shen Qingzhuo knelt down to thank the decree: "I accept the decree, thank the Lord for your kindness."

Xue Shihang: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

"I will give you ten days to find out the mastermind behind the assassination of Concubine Yuan." Emperor Guangxi's tone suddenly turned cold, "Ten days later, come to me with the head of the thief!"

The two received the order again and walked out of the camp one after the other.

The torches at the gate of the imperial camp illuminated the surroundings extremely brightly. Xue Shihang stopped and bowed his hands to Shen Qingzhuo: "Thank you, Young Master Shen for today's matter—no, it should be thanks to Lord Zhenfu."

Shen Qingzhuo cupped his hands in return: "I should be the one to thank Mr. Xue. If Mr. Xue hadn't rescued him in time today, I'm afraid I'd be the assassin's soul at this moment."

"Where is there! This is my duty, Lord Zhenfu, there is no need to thank you." Xue Shihang waved his hand, and said, "Lord Zhenfu, how should we deal with this assassin tonight?"

The commander of Jin Yiwei is the fourth rank, and the governor of Beizhen is only the fourth rank, but the relationship between the two is not superior or inferior.

Jinyiwei has Nanzhen Fusi and Beizhen Fusi under it. Beizhen Fusi is in charge of imperial prisons and is responsible for handling cases appointed by the emperor.This also means that Beizhen Fusi can directly report to the emperor, bypassing the third-rank commander who is in charge of Jinyiwei.Strictly speaking, Beizhen Fusi only needs to be responsible to the emperor and is not restricted by any other person or institution. [1]

Shen Qingzhuo replied indifferently: "Master Xue and the brothers of Jin Yiwei have to work hard tonight, please be sure to keep an eye on the assassin."

"Naturally." Xue Shihang nodded, "I will personally watch over the assassin, and promise that nothing will go wrong."

"From now on, don't let the assassin close his eyelids." Shen Qingzhuo walked forward slowly, his clear voice drifting in the wind, "Tomorrow morning, I will personally escort the assassin back to the prison."

***

Concubine Yuan was assassinated, and Emperor Guangxi lost his little prince, so naturally he was not in the mood to continue hunting.In the early morning of the next day, he drove back to the palace and hurriedly ended the spring search trip.

Shen Qingzhuo slept through the night and recovered slightly, but the pain in his right arm became more and more obvious.He imprisoned the assassin with his own hands, and told Beizhen Fusi to keep him under strict supervision. Then he took the time to go to the imperial hospital.

In fact, he was also a little scared in his heart, if the assassin's sword was coated with poison, he would probably have died of the poison by now.

Physician Lu checked his wound, re-dressed the bandage, prescribed several prescriptions to promote wound healing, and repeatedly told him to rest for half a month and not to work hard, including eating and drinking in these few days, and the wound must not be wet.

Shen Qingzhuo wrote them down one by one, and when he returned to Jiyue Pavilion, he saw the little apprentice playing sandbags in the yard again.

It was different from his usual appearance when practicing boxing. He gritted his teeth and punched to the flesh. It was more like venting than practicing.

"Okay, the sandbag will fall apart if you beat it any longer." Shen Qingzhuo walked over and raised his left hand to hold the sandbag.

Xiao Shen withdrew his fist as quickly as lightning, panting heavily, but didn't look at him.

Shen Qingzhuo stared at the boy's sweaty face, and reached out to grab his fist.

Xiao Shen dodged subconsciously, and put his hands behind his back.

"Your hands were once covered with chilblains, and I applied them little by little with ointment." Shen Qingzhuo spread out his palms, "If you hurt them, sir will be unhappy."

After a long while, Xiao Shen finally untied the bandage wrapped around his hand, and put his hand into Mr.'s palm.

Be as obedient as your movements, as awkward as your expression is.

Shen Qingzhuo grabbed the young man's wrist and saw that the knuckles were red, swollen and broken. He couldn't help admonishing him: "Injury to the enemy by eight hundred, and self-injury by three thousand. Is this what sir taught you?"

"What about you?" Xiao Shen immediately retorted, his dark eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "Sir, why didn't you hurt the enemy eight hundred and yourself three thousand?"

Shen Qingzhuo knew that he still remembered this incident in his heart, so he replied helplessly: "The situation was urgent at that time—"

"What did you tell me before?" Xiao Shen rudely interrupted the husband for the first time, "But what happened?"

Shen Qingzhuo frowned with a headache, "I planned to stand by and watch, but..."

He is actually a person who is very afraid of pain. According to the development of the plot in the original book, Concubine Yuan couldn't keep the child, so he just pushed it along.But at the very moment when the sword tip pierced Concubine Yuan's abdomen, he still rushed forward like a ghost.

Chunsou is not allowed to hunt and kill pregnant animals, let alone the four-month-old fetus in the womb of the concubine Yuan?

He couldn't control his instinctive reaction.

The boy stood where he was, his eye sockets turned red again unconsciously, and his wet puppy eyes didn't blink, as if he was about to shed tears again.

"Oh, I'm afraid of you..." Shen Qingzhuo raised his left hand in surrender, and put it next to his ear to swear, "Sir, I assure you that things like yesterday will never happen again."

Xiao Shen pursed his lips, but said nothing.

"Why didn't I realize before that you can cry so much?" Shen Qingzhuo reached out and pinched her tender face, jokingly said, "If you drop golden beans again, Mister will make you the King of Golden Beans."

"Who's crying?" Xiao Shen's eyes widened suddenly, there were still puddles of water in his eyes, which seemed really unreliable.

"Well, you didn't cry, it's because your eyes are dull." Shen Qingzhuo replied perfunctorily, pulling his wrist, "Stop sticking here, go and deal with your hands first."

The young man's body was much more honest than his mouth, so he obediently let his husband drag him to the inner hall.

It's just that after the moisture in the eyes faded away, they became bottomless again.

***

It was night, and Shen Qingzhuo had a long-lost dream.

Floating in mid-air, he saw himself kneeling on the ground motionless, with a young eunuch behind him being forcibly dragged away by several tall Jin Yiwei.

The little eunuch pleaded for help heartbreakingly: "Mr. Shen! Help me! Please save me! Mr. Shen..."

He couldn't help but floated out following the screams, and saw that the little eunuch was pressed against the wooden board, and the Jin Yiwei who was executing the execution held up the court battle, and the sound of beating again and again was covered by the little eunuch's wailing.

Gradually, the little eunuch's skin was torn apart and his body was bloody, and his wailing became weaker and weaker.

His throat seemed to be choked by something. At this moment, the dying little eunuch suddenly raised his face, staring at him with resentful eyes, "You killed me! You killed me!"

"It's not me..." He shook his head and backed away, muttering in defense, "The one who killed you was the emperor, not me..."

At this time, the screen suddenly changed, and he came to the tent again.

Concubine Yuan sat slumped on the ground, with streams of thick and sticky blood flowing out from under her body, she cried and stretched out her hand to him, begging: "Save my child, please save my child... ..."

The fresh blood seemed to come alive, and quickly flowed to his feet, trapping his whole body in a pool of blood.

"You killed my child, you killed my child!" Received no response, Concubine Yuan rushed towards him with a sad expression, "You murderer!"

"No, I'm not..." He wanted to run away, but his feet were nailed to death by pools of blood, "I'm not a murderer..."

"I'm not!"

After a scream, Shen Qingzhuo suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaved up and down violently, like a fish about to die of thirst, desperately in need of fresh air.

"Sir?" The young man who was sleeping next to him woke up startled, quickly crawled over and touched him, and said anxiously, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Does your wound hurt? Don't be afraid that I will call the imperial doctor right away!"

"No..." Shen Qingzhuo breathed calmly, and replied, "Mister just, just had a nightmare."

Only then did Xiao Shen feel relieved, turned over and got out of bed, poured a glass of water, and brought it to the side of the bed, "Sir, drink some tea slowly."

Shen Qingzhuo sat up and took a sip of the tea cup.

Xiao Shen went to light the lamp again, and the hall was lit up immediately, and he turned his eyes to the bed again, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The gentleman was sitting on the head of the bed, three thousand blue hairs poured down like a waterfall, and contrasted with the snow-white underclothes, the beauty was breathtaking.

The clear and beautiful face was flushed, and the expression still had the panic of waking up from the nightmare. The crystal clear sweat wetted the few strands of hair on the front of the forehead, and it stuck to the side of the face wetly, adding a bit of fragility and tenderness. Pitiful.

And those slender jade-like hands were holding the teacup, a small part of the white wrist was exposed, the wrist bone was slightly protruding, slender and lonely, as if it could be broken with any force.

Xiao Shen had never seen a gentleman like this before, and for a moment, he felt as if possessed by a demon, and couldn't help but let his eyes fall on that beautiful wrist. He always felt that it was empty, as if something was missing...

"I'm fine." Shen Qingzhuo gradually recovered, and his tone returned to calm, "It's disturbing you, go to sleep."

Xiao Shen swallowed unconsciously, and the unfamiliar hotness in his body quickly spread up again, but he couldn't find the source, so he could only spin around on the spot restlessly.

Shen Qingzhuo didn't understand, so: "Xiaoqi, what's wrong with you?"

"I—" Xiao Shen stopped in his tracks, but he didn't dare to go back to the couch, but knelt on the side of the bed, resting on Mr.'s legs through the quilt.

Shen Qingzhuo raised his hand to stroke the top of his hair, and asked softly, "Why, did you scare me?"

After dinner, the little apprentice was worried that he would sleep alone, so he acted coquettishly and stayed behind, unexpectedly it really worked.

There is nothing more reassuring than waking up from a nightmare and finding that the teenager beside you is guarding you.

"Sir." Xiao Shen rubbed his head against Mr.'s palm, and suddenly called out in a muffled voice.

Shen Qingzhuo: "Huh?"

"Beizhen Fusi, is that what you want?" The young man's gloomy eyes fell into the void, and he asked in a low voice, "Or, is this just the beginning?"

Shen Qingzhuo paused, then smiled lightly: "You are right, this is just the beginning."

There is no turning back when the bow is opened, and there is an assassin waiting for him to pry his mouth open in Fusi's prison in Beizhen.

Now that you're all awake, let's do something about it.

The author has something to say:

Little Wolf Cub: Mister's wrist is so thin, it's suitable for a chain...

Come on come on!The two updates are combined into one, and there are two updates during the day, and the comments will give everyone a red envelope~

Note [1] comes from relevant materials such as "Jinyiwei", "Beizhen Fusi".

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