The domestic guard is a little sweet

Hearing this, Zhou Tong instantly raised his head and widened his eyes, his secret love was unbelievable, a faint hope rose from the depths of his eyes, and he kowtowed again and again.

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord, the villain will definitely do his best."

Zhao Jin was a little annoyed when he saw the other shy smears, and Director Liu gave orders in a calm voice.

"Pack up your bags and go to the suburban hot spring villa to rest for a few days. As for the few of them, they just planted the seeds in spring and sent them to the farm to farm. They should be treated the same as the tenants of the farm."

It's not that Prince Rui got better all of a sudden, Nanse specially recruited a man to serve him in the mansion.

Really good son, is he going to farm? !

The other young princes who were delicate and expensive were dumbfounded, and they realized that this prince might be different from the outside rumors.

"My lord! My lord! Spare this servant, and this servant will do other things."

As soon as the leader Chunque's complexion changed, he wanted to pounce on Zhao Jin's feet and beg for mercy.

The crying one was called a pear blossom with rain, so pitiful, not inferior to a beautiful woman, only Zhao Jin trembled all over.

Where did An Twelve allow him to be presumptuous, his eyebrows turned cold, he drew out the dagger at his waist, and swung it lightly, only to see the spring sparrow and hair on his temples were chopped off, leaving thin red marks on his neck, oozing a little blood beads.

"presumptuous!"

Although the long sword on his waist was not out of its sheath, it felt chilly.

Chun Que was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder cracked, and his face turned pale. As long as the sword moved forward an inch, his neck and body would be separated instantly, which shows the master of the Dark Twelve martial arts.

The others were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, and they didn't dare to speak out again.

In the important place of the palace, they were allowed to talk more about a few delicate and expensive young masters, and then they thought of pleading in front of Zhao Jin, but it was already too late. Manager Liu took a few healthy servants, packed them up and threw them into the carriage of the farm.

"You dare to be presumptuous in front of the lord, and you have the guts to be ambitious! This slave will take them down now, and teach them the rules!"

Director Liu got Zhao Jin's consent, and he straightened his back even more.

A chubby face is smiling more and more proudly, let you little things show off with your master, now the prince is not happy, send it to the farm to farm, you deserve it!

Ever since, she turned her head and went to pack the luggage for her master happily.

It is not a small matter for the prince to travel. It is as big as servants, teacups, clothes, accessories, and even toilets that are used in Xiaodao. Seven large carriages are installed up and down, which is long overdue. on the road.

There were only two people in the carriage, and Zhao Jin lazily leaned on An Shier's lap with his eyes closed.

An Twelve flicked his fingers and pointed at Zhao Jinyubai's wrist, slowly channeling his internal energy to delay his coughing.

After a while, Zhao Jin felt that his hands and feet were warm, and clasped An Twelve's wrist with his backhand, his voice warm and light.

"It's fine, there's no need to waste your internal energy on such a trivial matter."

Hearing that too much internal energy of martial arts masters is harmful to the body, he naturally didn't want to spend too much internal energy in secret, his cough is nothing more than a weak body and allergies.

An Twelve lowered his eyes, looking intently at the profile of his master Ruyu, his voice was a bit stubborn.

"Treat the body for the master, don't waste it."

An Yi said that he has an excellent talent in martial arts, and after 10 years of practicing internal strength, he is as good as an ordinary person, and can relieve his master's discomfort.Even if it takes some internal energy, it should be done.

The corners of Zhao Jin's lips curled up, and he smiled lightly. Without opening his eyes, he still held An Shier's big rough hand with one hand, and yawned slowly, with a sleepy voice.

"Call me when you arrive."

"Yes."

An Twelve stretched out his hand to gather the blanket around his waist, his back was straight, his eyebrows were sharp, through the curtains, he observed the situation outside at any time, and he was always on guard.