The domestic guard is a little sweet

That being said, Zhao Jin suddenly understood, as smart as he was, and instantly realized that someone might be obedient and fail to understand his order before going to bed with medicine!

Zhao Jin couldn't help squinting his eyes.

As soon as the dark guard saw that the prince was angry, he really cared about An Twelve, so he quickly took the opportunity to intercede: "My lord is merciful, An Twelve is loyal, please send a doctor to show him, that is a stubborn man. Because of his temperament, he always thought you were punishing him, so he didn't dare to use medicine."

Hearing that Zhao Jin couldn't sit still any longer, he quickly got up and strode out.

"Take me to his courtyard."

It's a little small here, I know that the simple wooden door is opened in the yard, Zhao Jin.Seeing An Twelve's tall figure lying on the wooden bed, his face was slightly sickly red, he hurried forward a few steps, poking his forehead to see it was hot, he was startled.

"Quick, send the doctor quickly."

"Yes." The dark guard didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly used his lightness kung fu to go down the mountain to find Langzhong.

Zhao Jin was really distressed when he saw An Twelve burnt to such a state. He quickly took out the handkerchief on his body, soaked cold water in the basin next to him clumsily, put it on the forehead of the other party, and said bitterly: "You are a fool, you won't be lazy. If someone made you kneel for three hours, if someone falsely passed on the king's order to let you die, you can still die seriously."

After saying this, Zhao Jin felt that something was wrong. Based on the ancient idea of ​​loyalty, he was afraid that he would really die.

Zhao Jin was chattering and applying handkerchiefs again. Dark Twelve was originally a martial arts practitioner. In the sense of alertness, he woke up with a high fever. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhao Jin sitting by the bed, his whole body relaxed. , who was about to stand up and salute immediately, his voice was dry and hoarse: "See master!"

Zhao Jin frowned slightly, and pressed An Shier back on the bed, his voice was somewhat displeased.

"do not move."

An Twelve's body froze for an instant, and he lay back obediently, looking straight at Zhao Jin with his dark eyes, with a pitiful look.

With a straight face, Zhao Jin stretched out his hand and tore off the dark white underwear. Looking at the welt mark winding down his neck, he could tell that he had applied medicine before, but perhaps the ointment was washed away by the rain. There was still blood oozing faintly, and the area around the wound was reddish and slightly purple.

An Twelve saw that Zhao Jin's brows were frowned even tighter, panic flashed in his eyes, he got up abruptly and was about to kneel down, extremely annoyed at his own stupidity that he couldn't speak nice words, and didn't know what his master meant, so he provoked him for nothing. The master was angry: "Master, don't be angry, I will apply the medicine right away!"

After burning for a day and a night, if it wasn't for the strong body of his martial arts practitioner, I'm afraid his body would be burned out all the time. Even so, the tall An Shier didn't have any strength in his body. He was dizzy and his face turned paler just now. .

Zhao Jin's eyes widened in an instant, and he hurriedly stepped forward to assist someone to press her back on the pillow, gnashing his teeth helplessly in his voice.

"Lie down obediently for Grandpa! Relax, don't move! Don't apologize, Grandpa is not angry."

An Twelve really didn't dare to move at this time, his tall body tried to shrink inward, afraid that he would squeeze into his master, and afraid that he would leave, so he could only watch helplessly.

"Twelve made a mistake, and I will never dare again in the future."

"I'm not angry, don't torment yourself." Zhao Jin sighed, stretched out his hand to touch An Twelve's hot forehead, he turned his head to the outside of the room, raised his breath and said in a voice: "Go and invite the doctor."

"Yes."

There was a maidservant's answering voice outside the house, followed by the sound of small footsteps, hurriedly going out.

Zhao Jin saw that his face turned pale, and his healthy and ruddy lips were drained of blood. He felt distressed and guilty, and his voice could not help but slow down a bit.

"I originally punished you to kneel inside the house, and ordered someone to spare you the punishment before falling asleep with the medicine. However, something happened to make you kneel for so long. It's my fault."

An Twelve was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at Zhao Jin in disbelief.

My master has been arrogant since he was a child, even the empress dowager and the emperor would rarely hear him say that I made a mistake, but now... unexpectedly...

"Master, I... I am stupid..."

Zhao Jin stretched out his jade-like fingers, and lightly touched An Shier's lips, stopping what he was going to say next.

He is not the original owner at all. As a modern person, if you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing wrong with admitting your mistakes. What's more, the two of them are now in this kind of, uh... long-term harmonious relationship.

"Okay, don't talk too much, rest, you are having a high fever now, be careful to become a fool, I can't ask you to be a guard by your side."

Zhao Jin Possession intended to pull off the quilt and cover An Twelve, but when he probed, he found that An Twelve's clothes were drenched, presumably because he was seriously ill and soaked in sweat, he quickly got up and ordered the maid outside the door to be covered with sweat. The water table comes in and walks.

When he sat back on the bedside of An Shi, Zhao Jin said with a bit of resentment: "You are also stupid. You have been kneeling for so long if you were asked to kneel. If you hadn't passed out today and kept kneeling, those legs Do you want any more?"

An Twelve stared blankly at Zhao Jin, perhaps because of his illness, his heartbeat was a little faster than before, so he said in a low voice, "If the master is alive, he must kneel down."

"Bah!" Zhao Jin rolled his eyes towards the sky, and couldn't help but pat An Twelve's arm: "From now on, you should remember that no matter what, the Lord can't hurt your body for punishment. What's more What's more, didn't you think about it today? If someone dares to falsely pass my order to make you give up resistance and get caught without a fight, are you really foolish enough to hand over the sword?"

Anshi opened his mouth, wanting to say that no one else dared to say it, but when he said it intuitively, the master shut his mouth firmly if he was going to get angry, and looked at Zhao Jin with dark eyes.

Looking at Zhao Jin with these focused eyes, it was as if he saw a big wolf dog raised in modern times. He really didn't have a temper at all, and his heart was sore and soft. I don't know what kind of emotion it was born of. Zhao Jin attached himself to his lower body and kissed the dry Soft lips.

"You fool, at worst I won't punish you in the future."

Zhao Jin saw that after he finished kissing, An Twelve blushed slightly, couldn't help but chuckled, bowed his head and kissed twice heavily, reached into the quilt, squeezed his buttocks heavily, and said with a smirk: "If you are disobedient in the future, I will punish you with other tricks."

An Twelve trembled all over, and held his breath, his ears turned red with pain, like boiled shrimp, and his voice was a bit dry: "...Yes."

Zhao Jin was so close, he naturally saw that An Shier's ears twitched and knew that there must be someone coming from outside the door. He got up and smoothed the folds of his clothes, and sure enough there was a knock on the door.

"My lord, this servant brought the doctor from the mountain here."

Zhao Jin walked slowly into the room, sat down next to the only Zhu Han, and ordered to come in softly. As soon as the words fell, the wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Hong Fei, who was dressed in a light yellow long dress, brought a kind-looking, kind-looking man about 50 years old. The old man with brilliant hair came in.