The domestic guard is a little sweet

"You go to the account and withdraw 100 taels of silver to his parents, and bury him alive, so don't tell the outside world."

Manager Liu: "Yes, master benevolent, this old servant thanked you on behalf of his parents."

Zhao Jin sighed, feeling a little tired.

Manager Liu left quietly, and Zhao Jin retired all the servants, lying on the bed without sleepiness for a while, it was the first time he realized that his identity was in the power class, and he was the favored prince of today.

Not to mention the hundreds of domestic servants and maidservants in the palace, even the long-term farm workers in these villas, their lives are tied to him alone, and he enjoys such rights, and he is also responsible for the wealth and life of these people. This is also a responsibility.

There are so many dead soldiers and secret guards around him, this is because of his order, he can disregard life and death.

He originally wanted to travel through a time and become a prince to lie idle, but now that he is the master of these people, he is the chairman of the group in modern times, and the pressure is huge in an instant.

For three days in a row, Zhao Jin watched An Twelve take medicine and rest, and finally let the man get up after he recovered, and followed him.

In the courtyard that day, Zhao Jinping retreated all the maidservants, leaned leisurely on the wicker chair, and looked not far away, An Shi held a snow-bladed long sword, turning and turning in the courtyard, with a vigorous posture Elegant, every slash and slash is full of murderous intent, full of violence and aesthetics.

This waist, this thigh, this butt!

Gudong!

What Zhao Jin saw was drooling, and finally his big wolfdog recovered, it was really a feast for the eyes.

With Zhao Jinsu's white fingers, he tapped on the long wooden box on the table beside him. The whole body of the wooden box was dark and made of gloomy wood, with dark patterns printed on it, which looked low-key and simple.

An Twelve set of sword skills danced, put the long sword back into the scabbard with a clang, and walked slowly to Zhao Jin's side.

"Master, Twelve has made a fool of himself."

Seeing a little sweat oozing from the forehead of An Shier, Zhao Jin hurriedly.Grabbing the man's strong arm, pulled him to sit beside him, took out a plain white handkerchief and handed it to him, took a cup of warm tea and put it in the other's hand.

"Chacha, the posture is vigorous and extraordinary, it is truly outstanding in martial arts, drink a glass of water slowly, the former Japanese king got a sword, which is quite suitable for you, I will give it to you for use."

The snow-white veil, with a slight body temperature, exudes a faint ambergris, which is the smell of the master.

An Twelve's hand that took the veil tightened slightly, suppressing the two agitations in his heart, he immediately knelt down on one knee, thanking him.

"Thank you, master, for the reward."

Zhao Jin doesn't like others kneeling down on him, especially those close to him.

He didn't wait for An Twelve to kneel down, he quickly pulled him over, pressed him on the stool, opened the wooden box and pushed it in front of An Twelve, looking at him with a smile.

"Look, do you like it?"

An Twelve pursed his lips, held down his beating heart, and clenched the sword in his hand, his pupils shrank. He saw that the sword was black, about three feet long, and more than two inches wide. The hilt was engraved with two small seal characters. A big desolate character, Jiu Yuan.

"This... this is Jiuyuan, it's too precious for the master."

There is no one who learns martial arts who doesn't like to shout, especially Jiuyuan, a sword that is said to belong to the court of the previous dynasty. It was once bloody on the battlefield. It is really a famous sword treasured with blood!

As soon as Zhao Jin saw An Twelve like this, he knew that this boring gourd liked him. Zhao Jin deliberately put on a straight face, and said in a voice that could not be refused: "I reward you, just go ahead and do your job well. Next time, if you dare to hurt yourself on purpose again , be careful of the punishment of the Lord."

After Zhao Jin finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at An Twelve under his black waist.

"Yes." An Twelve's ears turned red, but he still nodded firmly, and then looked at the sword with great love, his eyes were full of surprise.

Seeing the little figure he liked, Zhao Jin couldn't be more funny. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then raised his chin towards the martial arts field.

"If you like it, let's practice some exciting exercises for Grandpa."

"Yes."

An Twelve clapped his hands together, drew out his long sword with a clang, turned and entered the arena, his body was like a swimming dragon, and his sword was like a frightened dragon.

Chop, cut, pick, stab.

The faint sound of piercing through the air came from the air, with a fierce killing spirit, which was completely different from modern martial arts performances, with deadly moves and unparalleled vigor.

During the few days Zhao Jin was in the villa, all the chestnut trees at the foot of the mountain were picked, and he ate all kinds of chestnut cakes, stewed chicken with chestnuts, and fried chestnuts with sugar.

However, he ate too much chestnuts, his body was weak, and he got angry immediately, and had nosebleeds, which scared the people around him to the brim. He never dared to let him eat more chestnuts and meat. Vegetables are green leaves.

Zhao Jin stayed happily in the hot spring villa, and the palace sent someone to say that Empress Dowager Dong missed her son and invited him to the palace to have a meal together.

Moreover, it will be the Emperor's Longevity Day in a few days, so as a prince, he naturally wants to give a gift.

After Zhao Jin thought about it, he decided to return to Beijing with a wave of his hand. A group of people came in a mighty way, and they still walked in a mighty way. Hundreds of guards cleared the way, and 7 large carriages drove slowly on the official road. They all avoided.

"Candied haws, candied haws, sweet and sour candied haws, two cents a piece."

"Steamed buns, hot, big meat buns for three liters, two for 5 liters, big stuffing, thin skin!"

The carriage passed by the bustling market, the hawkers along the street were shouting, and the laughing crowd was quite lively.

Zhao Jin opened the curtains, looked at the bustling streets outside, and looked out curiously.

Mr. Liu who was beside him hurriedly stepped forward, saluted and asked, "My lord, do you want to clear the road?"

Zhao Jin bowed his hands and ordered in a low voice: "Don't disturb the people, just go back to the palace."

The carriage was stomping towards the palace, Zhao Jin put down the curtains, a little bit reluctantly.

An Twelve, who was sitting beside him, leaned over and poured him a cup of tea, and asked softly, "Master, do you want to go out for a stroll?"

Zhao Jin rolled his eyes, nodded, and looked at Dark Twelve with a smile: "I want to go out for a walk, and I'm either in the mansion or in Zhuangzi recently. It's boring, but it's too annoying to have so many people following me when I go out. .”

"But the master's safety is more important!"

Zhao Jin rolled his eyes, and thought of an idea at random. He held the callused right hand of An Twelve Dai with his plain white palm, and leaned close to An Twelve's ear and said, "It's enough for you to protect me. We both make up and go out on tour. I didn’t go too far, just strolled around the bustling snack street in the city.”

"...Yes." Fang Run's ambergris came to his nostrils instantly, An Twelve subconsciously held his breath, his ears felt slightly warm, his head was a little dizzy, and his heart beat a little faster.