The Queen's Dynasty: Seven gentlemen for you to pamper

a month later.

The flowers all over the mountains and plains are swaying and shining in the sun.

The rustling treetops provide shade to each other.

Jiang Yunchu lay under the shade of a tree, looking up at the blue sky.

Lying beside her was her beloved, admiring the beautiful scenery with her.

"Qing'er, time flies so fast. You should go back in a while. I really don't want you to leave for a moment now."

Everyone lamented how quickly time passed and the two of them were about to be separated again, feeling extremely reluctant to part with each other.

Important matters in his palace were waiting for him to handle when he returned, and he could not live up to his master's trust in him.

Before his death, the master handed over all the appropriate sizes of the palace to him to help him sit firmly in this heavy position, and he must bear the heavy responsibility.

Although I have a strong desire in my heart to always be by her side and travel with her hand in hand throughout the great rivers and mountains.

But he can't.

Zeqing leaned on her shoulder, "Me too."

Jiang Yunchu smiled faintly, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and said softly: "Then it's agreed that when everything is settled, Qing'er will marry me."

"Ah."

Zeqing's eyes dodge with joy, and he glances towards the jungle unintentionally. A trace of doubt flashes in his eyes. He sits up and looks at the grass thoughtfully.

Jiang Yunchu asked suspiciously, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

Zeqing pointed to the grass not far away. A blurry figure seemed to be lying motionless in the grass, revealing a pair of black boots.

"Yun Chu, look quickly, there seems to be a person lying there."

With a worried look on his face, he tugged on her sleeve and said, "Let's go take a look. Maybe he was attacked by a wild beast in the mountains."

Her Qinger is really a kind person.

Jiang Yunchu nodded lovingly and agreed, "Okay."

The two of them intertwined their fingers, and Jiang Yunchu felt very happy, as if he had just stolen some honey and was bursting with joy.

Qing'er's hands are long and thin, as smooth as if a drop of water flows down completely.

Zeqing knelt down and pushed aside the bushes. A bloody man covered in blood lay in the bushes.

Called loudly in his ear, "Langjun, Langjun, can you hear me?"

The bloody man was still awake, and there was still a trace of warmth in his body. The blood was flowing continuously, and his face was pale, as if he would bleed to death in the next moment.

Jiang Yunchu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of danger flashing in his eyes, and stared coldly at the motionless man lying in the grass.

Zeqing raised his head in embarrassment and hesitated to say something.

"Yunchu, he..."

He wanted to save his life, but felt that he couldn't make the decision alone. He didn't want to get Yun Chu into trouble.

Although his black boots looked ordinary, upon closer inspection, one could see that the fabric could only be owned by the nobles of the capital. It was extremely rare and one piece was worth thousands of gold.

It is warm in winter and cool in summer, and is loved by all the nobles. Not to mention that it can be made into a pair of shoes. His identity must not be simple.

Maybe he was a young master from an aristocratic family in the capital, and he was assassinated by his enemies. If he offended his enemies by rescuing him, the gain would outweigh the losses.

Things in this world are not always safe and sound.

Jiang Yunchu felt sorry for him, and he always considered everything for her. She leaned over and touched his cheek, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Qing'er, I said whatever you want to do, I will do my best to help you."

He helped him up, with sharp eyes, and ordered to the empty air behind him.

"Come here! Take him back to the bamboo house and ask for a doctor."

A black shadow flashed, his face covered, only a pair of piercing black eyes exposed, and he knelt on one knee and responded respectfully.

"Yes"

The man in black picked up the bloody man lying in the grass, and the two disappeared nearby.

Since Zeqing's accident, in order to prevent the next accident.

She began to buy slaves in large quantities at the slave market and secretly raised them in other courtyards for training in case they were needed.

Most of them were trafficked, persecuted and beaten again and again, leaving them with a loss of self-esteem and empty eyes.

Become a good commodity in the eyes of slave traders.

It also adds a layer of protection for yourself, no one knows where the next accident will be.

She needed someone to collect information for her, and Shen Xiao's illness could not be postponed.

If the palace fails, she will still need to find other ways.

"My Qing'er is the kindest one. Don't worry. Life and death are determined by fate. If he can't survive, it means his destiny is like this."

There was a "swish" sound from the treetops, and instantly two girls in black robes and silver masks appeared from nowhere, revealing only a pair of different eyes.

Standing in front of Jiang Yunchu and the others, his eyes were as sharp as a sharp sword, pointing directly at each other.

"Who?"

A girl holding a sword looked at Zeqing in surprise and hurriedly knelt on one knee on the ground.

"My subordinates have met with the palace master. The protector has sent a letter asking you to return to the palace as soon as possible. It seems that there is something urgent to discuss with you, so that you can start your journey."

Zeqing was startled at first. Perhaps something difficult had happened in the palace and he needed to go back in advance to deal with it.

"Okay, I know."

Looking at the woman beside him who held him in her heart, "Yunchu, I..."

Jiang Yunchu shook his head, smiled and interrupted what he was going to say next, and approached him.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. I am very happy that my lover has such great skills and abilities. As long as Qing'er remembers, I will always be behind you and be your strong backing."

He turned around and looked at one of them, the man in black with blue eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Ji Lan."

The man in black with blue eyes turned around and knelt on one knee, "My lord."

"From now on, you will follow the master and obey his orders. You will never let him get hurt in the slightest. Do you understand?"

Ji Lan is the most special being among her group of slaves.

She originally also had a pair of black eyes, but in order to protect her younger brother, she volunteered to become a poisoner in the hands of a poison master. She was invulnerable to all poisons, but her blood contained extremely poisonous poison.

And what she wore on her face was a special silver mask.

No one can remove the mask unless you remove it yourself.

"Yes, my lord."

There was no emotion in Ji Lan's eyes. She was wrapped in a black robe. Standing next to Ze Qing, she couldn't see what her weapon was.

Jiang Yunchu's eyes were worried, he stepped forward and hugged Zeqing, as if he wanted to carve him into his bones, his voice was low and annoyed.

"She was carefully selected by me. I don't want you to have any other accidents. I'm sorry."

When I think of what happened that day, I can't help but feel fear in my heart.

If she hadn't arrived in time that day, the consequences would have been disastrous.

She would never forgive herself.

She didn't want to put her beloved in danger.

Zeqing comforted him: "Yun Chu, don't blame yourself. This is not your fault. I am not doing well."

Jiang Yunchu let go of his hand and silently looked at his leaving back, his eyes filled with love.

"My lord, all of them have been found and taken to prison, waiting to be punished."

The man in black robe on the other side came forward, leaned over and spoke in her ear.

Jiang Yunchu stood there with his eyes half-closed.

A trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and it flashed past and disappeared in an instant.