The domestic guard is a little sweet

And An Twelve returned to his own courtyard, knelt firmly in the middle of the courtyard, his back straight, even though the cold rainwater hit his body and drenched his black clothes, he remained motionless, like a tall and straight green pine.

Fortunately, he knew that his injury made the prince unhappy, so he put on the ointment early, but now the ointment has lost a lot under the washing of the rain.

The spring rain was freezing cold, he couldn't help shaking slightly, An Twelve could only try his best to get into two fists to control the trembling of his body, the dark guard was punished, naturally he couldn't use his internal strength, he could only stand up like this.

Under the pouring rain, An Twelve's dark and gloomy eyes were blurred.

He didn't do a good job today, and when he heard that the flamboyant little son was going to marry the prince in the future, his heart was confused for some reason.

What qualifications does he have to care about such things.

In the future, the sons that the prince will marry must be noble, well-financed, and extraordinary in the world.

He is just a vulgar person, life and death should belong to the master, not to mention the master likes it, his body is his these days.It's a bit out of proportion to spy on the prince's side for a little bit of favor.

One hour or two hours, An Twelve didn't know how long he had been kneeling, his knees were already cold and numb, he lost consciousness, and his head was dizzy intermittently.

He bit his lips tightly until he tasted the smell of blood. The pain on his lips made him slightly awake, and he knelt straight up.

At this moment, a black figure stood beside him with a cold and deep voice.

"Why are you still kneeling here? The prince ordered you to go back and apply the medicine, and wait for him to wake up."

The person who came was his master, and also the commander of the palace's secret guards, An Yi. His eyes were deep and amber, his skin was fair, and his facial features were deep and straight, with the characteristics of a foreigner.

The whip wound on An Twelve's body was not healed, he felt dizzy after the rain, he looked at An Yi silently, his voice was dry and unpleasant.

"Master...Master? The prince didn't send anyone here, I'm fine, and I should be punished if I violate the prince's will."

An Yi looked at An Twelve kneeling stubbornly on the cold floor, squinted his eyes, suddenly raised his hand unexpectedly to the back of the opponent's neck, An Twelve fell down softly.

"Idiot..."

Anyi caught him, sighed softly, and took him back to his room with two dodges, steamed the clothes on him instantly with internal force, placed him on the bed, then turned around, and disappeared in a few jumps In the rain.

Zhao Jin drank the medicine to calm the nerves, and he didn't sleep very comfortably. He was hot and sweated coldly. When he woke up, his underwear was soaked, and it was extremely uncomfortable to stick to his body.

"Twelve, twelve? Prepare water and take a bath."

Zhao Jin closed his eyes and ordered in a low voice. He thought that the person who was usually by his side would show up immediately. After a while, someone pushed the door open, holding a white porcelain medicine bowl in his hand and wearing a With a slight fragrance of makeup and powder, Zhao Jin took a closer look and saw that the person who came was Hong Fei, the palace maid next to him.

"Master, this servant has ordered someone to prepare water for you. Langzhong came here just now, and you are a little bit cold. It is best to drink a prescription after waking up."

Zhao Jin frowned slightly, he didn't like this kind of sweet and greasy powder smell: "I remember that there is a rule in the house that no maid on duty is allowed to sprinkle powder."

Hong Fei lowered her head, her fingers trembled, and quickly knelt down: "Forgive me, my lord. Hong Fei accidentally knocked over the incense powder just now. I was negligent. This servant will go change the wash immediately."

Zhao Jin didn't say much when he bowed to his hand. Since ancient times, women love beauty, so there is no need to be harsh: "Don't be an example!"

Joy flashed in Hongfei's eyes, and she bit her lips: "Yes, thank you, my lord. It's going to be cold, and the medicine might not be effective, so you'd better drink it while it's hot."

"Forget it, let's get up." The medicinal soup in front of Zhao Jin smelled bitter, but thinking about the discomfort of a cold, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his thin palm to pick up the medicine bowl. The people are gone.

"What about Dark Twelve?"

Hong Fei stood up and heard the words, tightly clenched the veil, and said in a calm voice, "I don't know, do you want me to summon you?"

Zhao Jin thought about what the male god was going to do, so he simply let him rest for two days, then waved his hand and said: "No, you go out first, Naruto lifted the tub."

"Yes."

Hong Fei hesitated for a moment, unwillingness flashed in her eyes, she turned and left, Zhao Jin held the medicine bowl bitterly.

"That big dog made me angry, so I have to give him a vacation. That's all. Let him sneak away for a few days."

But I don't know why Zhao Jin is very resistant to this bitter medicine, who knows what's in it.

He made several psychological preparations and still couldn't swallow it. Zhao Jin simply didn't force himself, flipped the medicine bowl into the flower pot, touched the yellowed leaves: "Poor little tree, Master Ming Just dig it out and plant it in a place with fertile water and soil, and you must wait for a day."

Zhao Jin didn't go out for a whole day, and the retired servant did several health-preserving exercises in the room, sweating profusely, his body became lighter, and a lot of the coolness gradually recovered.

The small plastic body shakes in strong winds.

Zhao Jin is a computer scientific research dog in modern times, but the level of technology in ancient times, not to mention computers, probably didn’t even have stainless steel. There is a large farmland in front of him. The servants under his command drew a few acres of fields and applied different fertilizers, and selected two different types of fertilizers for planting, hoping to select the high-yield and improved varieties in a few years.

Zhao Jin leaned over his desk and used a brush to make comparisons on the rice paper.Listed out the plan of optimizing fine breeds, feeling dry in the mouth, just opened his mouth to ask An Twelve to pour tea for himself, thinking in a daze that he seemed to have given him a holiday, and he didn't know how his injury is now.

Zhao Jin simply put down his pen and said in a low voice, "I'm on duty today, is the secret guard here?"

As soon as the words were finished, a shadowy beam came out of the room, and suddenly a figure appeared. The other party was dressed in black and came to Zhao Jin. He knelt on one knee and said in a clear and clear voice, "I have seen the prince."

Zhao Jin had a handsome face, picked up the tea bowl, lowered his head and took a sip: "Where is Dark Twelve? How are you doing now?"

The dark guard hesitated for a moment and did not answer in time, Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange.

"What happened to him? Could it be that the king punished him, and he still has a petty temper?"

The dark guard still had some concern for his colleagues, and wanted the prince to contact Dark Twelve for a few minutes, so he didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly bowed and said: "Go back to the prince, Dark Twelve was punished by you that day, it rained honestly, and it rained in the middle of the night. Kneeling in the courtyard for three hours, suffering from a cold and fever, this... this punished person insisted on refusing to take medicine, and was still groggy."

The tea bowl in Zhao Jin's hand clicked, and the sound of it falling on the table became anxious.

"Three hours? It was obviously less than half an hour, and the king ordered someone to wake him up."