The domestic guard is a little sweet

The man in black took the white jade bottle and held the hood tightly in his hands. A sweet and delicate female voice came faintly.

"This is the last time. Your master promised to let me and my brother off after finishing this matter."

The man's eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was soft and sharp.

"Naturally, Hong Fei, you have stayed by that person's side for so many years and failed to become the mistress of the palace. Now that he wants to marry you to traffickers and pawns at will, he should make plans for himself."

The man in black gripped the white jade porcelain bottle tightly, snorted coldly, turned his head lightly and a gust of cold wind blew, and the black winter hat was blown off, revealing Hong Fei's delicate and beautiful face.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhao Jin, who was half asleep and half awake, had a colorful dream.

In the dream, he was hugging Dark Twelve, one way or another, when he woke up, he felt his underwear was wet.

Zhao Jin woke up suddenly, and carefully glanced at Dark Twelve next to him. Although the other party's eyes were closed and his face was expressionless, his muscles were tense, obviously awake.

Zhao Jin's face turned red, he coughed a few times, pretended to be indifferent and quickly went to the inner ear room, and asked someone to prepare water for a bath, but the fleeing footsteps seemed to burn his butt no matter how you looked at it.

An Twelve is a martial arts student, and his five senses are sharp. In fact, he has woken up a long time ago, but he has never dared to move, nor dared to wake up his master, for fear of frightening the other party.

At this moment, the boy came in to deliver a change of clothes and hot water, and he also felt embarrassed.

An Shizhi stared at his red ears, quickly straightened his clothes and came to the side room, and lightly ordered to the servant who was carrying a change of clothes: "Give me the things, you go to the dining room to order breakfast, and get out. "

He could remember that his master didn't like being served by strangers.

"Yes."

The little eunuch has a round face, a small mole on his lip, and looks quite pleasing, he spent money to come to the prince's side, originally wanted to ask for a good future, but now he is naturally unwilling, but he also knows An Twelve is now a celebrity beside the prince, reluctantly handed the tray to An Twelve, and then bowed his head and left the room to go to the back kitchen.

The round-faced little eunuch came to the corner door of the back kitchen, with a bit of reluctance on his face. The little eunuch of the back kitchen, Xiao Chenzi, is the apprentice of the back kitchen who is in charge of finding some master chefs. Naturally, he knows that the round-faced Xiao Si is called Sun He He was following the prince, and hurriedly stepped forward to hand over a cup of hot milk, and said with a smile.

"Brother Sun, why are you here to get breakfast yourself? Look at the cold spring and it's still quite cold. Drink a cup of hot milk to keep you warm."

Sun He took the hot milk, satisfied with the little eunuch's flattery, took a sip happily, and then said angrily: "Hmph, it's not that guard who, relying on the prince's favor, took care of our affairs and made us close at all. Not the body of the prince."

It's no secret that the prince has a personal bodyguard by his side, besides, it's common for wealthy families to keep one or two male concubines.

However, Xiao Chenzi was still full of gossip, winked his eyes at Sun He, leaned into his ear and whispered: "It is said that men are more interesting than women, hehe, don't look at that guard with big arms, for the sake of glory and wealth, What can't you let go of?"

Sun He spat out angrily, his face full of anger.

"What he thinks he is is just a plaything. When the prince marries the princess in the future, he will be attractive. Let me tell you, don't look at his usually expressionless and stern face, he might not know how to hook up with the prince in private."

Xiaochenzi chuckled, and bumped the round-faced eunuch with his shoulder: "That's because the prince doesn't like us, if you like us, why don't you go?"

The round-faced eunuch rolled his eyes and followed with a smirk.

"If you can be a master, who wants to be a slave, hehe!"

The two of them were whispering here, when a fat middle-aged eunuch came from the back kitchen, raised his eyebrows and slapped Xiaochenzi on the back of the head, and scolded: "I'm not doing my job well, why are you chewing your tongue here? Send the prince's breakfast there."

The two young eunuchs didn't dare to say anything, Sun He took the food box with his neck shrunk, and sent it to the main courtyard in a desperate state.

Although the breakfast in the palace does not have a hundred or so dishes, it is also rich. The fragrant bird's nest and shredded chicken porridge, pork buns, duck with three delicacies, chicken with spring bamboo shoots, and eight bowls of steamed chicken fill a large table with delicious fragrance. Every time he ate, Zhao Jin lamented that he was born in a privileged class.

After dismissing the little eunuch beside him, Zhao Jin directly dragged An Shir to sit beside him, and personally put a steamed stuffed bun into his bowl.

"Let's eat so many meals together, I have something for you to do later."

"Yes." Although An Twelve was flattered, he didn't make that kind of refusal, and obediently sat next to his master to have breakfast, and made a bowl of porridge for Zhao Jin from time to time, and the two of them ate happily.

The ancients would be full from a meal, Zhao Jin finally drank half a bowl of warm milk, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, but after An Shi finished eating, he called servants, cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, and served a pot Qingcha said slowly: "The seeds I bought from that old man a few days ago are quite novel, but the journey is far away, and I don't know the survival rate. You should take these seeds yourself and plant them secretly in another mountain village in the suburbs of Beijing."

"Yes."

Zhao Jin picked up the teacup, lowered his head, took a sip, and said, "The potatoes must be rooted and sprouted, and they can only be planted in the ground after they grow. Don't eat potatoes after sprouting. They are poisonous, and you must warn those farmers."

"Yes." An Twelve solemnly bowed to salute.

With a smile on the corner of Zhao Jin's lips, he raised his hand to hold An Twelve's big rough hand, pulled him, sat beside him, untied a palm-sized pure gold plate from his waist, and said with a smile: "Didn't I say that I won't use it in the future?" There are so many gifts, these seeds are very important, I don’t worry about handing them over to other people, I give you the token, you can handle matters in the villa with full authority, choose competent people to take care of these crops, don’t let them fall before harvest in autumn Don't let the wind leak out."

"Yes, this subordinate takes orders." An Twelve took the token, and a firm look flashed in his eyes.

Although he didn't understand why his master cared so much about those seeds, since his master ordered him to do it, he must do it well.

Half an hour later, An Twelve, dressed in light bunts and riding a fast horse, rushed out from the back door of the palace in a low-key manner, heading straight for a hidden farm in the mountains.

For three days in a row, Zhao Jin was not used to being without familiar people around him. During this period of time, the weather was not good, and it rained frequently, and the rain tended to intensify. Zhao Jin stood in front of the window, listening to the crackling outside the house. The sound of rain, frowning.