The domestic guard is a little sweet

An Twelve trembled, slowly raised his arm, and gently placed it on Zhao Jin's body. This was perhaps the most daring move in his life.

Although he didn't dare to hug the master in his arms tightly, he hugged Zhao Jin's slender waist vainly, as if embracing the whole world.

The two got bored for a while, and Zhao Jin quickly asked An Shier to wash and change clothes. After all, he was drenched all the way so fast, it was really uncomfortable.

After the dark guards went down, Zhao Jin summoned two dark guards to answer.

"Over there at the farm, what happened?"

One of the dark guards knelt on one knee and said calmly: "Back to the master, the stream broke its embankment, half of the farmland was washed away, and a young farmer's son fell into the river and was washed away. Dark Twelve was delayed to save the child." when."

Zhao Jin tapped his index finger on the table lightly, knowing it in his heart.

"Okay, I got it. Go down and rest, I've ordered the supervisor, and today I'll serve you a big pot of braised mutton to warm you up."

"Yes, thank you, master."

"Yes, thank you, master."

After the palace rested, Zhao Jin specially asked the manager to send someone to the farm in the suburbs of Beijing to give some subsidies to the affected farmers.

Zhao Jin took Dark Twelve and dozens of guards to go out to Lifan Garden. The emperor sent him to receive Prince Fabre of the Northern Man, so he naturally had to put on a show.

Although the road in the capital city was also submerged by stagnant water, it was better for the stagnant water to recede to the main city road at this moment. Naturally, the Ministry of Rites was fully responsible for the Lifanyuan.

Zhao Jin went to show up to express condolences, and then sent beef and mutton, entertained by singing and dancing actors, it was generous, because the money spent was not his own money at all, and the entertainment expenses for this transliteration were naturally from the treasury.

Fabre, the legendary northern barbarian prince, is about 1.9 meters tall, with big arms, round waist and beard. He feels like a northern man. After meeting Zhao Jin, he became very warm.

"Daqi is indeed a treasured place of geomantic omen, with outstanding people, and a person as handsome as Wang Ye, Xiao Wang is really the only one I have ever seen in my life."

The corners of Zhao Jin's mouth curled up slightly, the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was barely a professional smile.

"Prince Fabre is awesome. If you have any needs, you can tell Mr. Sun, the servant of the Ministry of Rites. Daqi is willing to entertain every friendly friend."

"Thank you, Prince Rui, for personally entertaining Xiao Wang. I am very yearning for the prosperity of the capital in the Central Plains. I don't know if the prince is free, so I can show Xiao Wang around?" , Pu Fan's big hand wanted to pat Zhao Jin on the shoulder.

Dark Twelve frowned slightly, stepped forward, and held Fabre's wrist with one hand.

The northern barbarian warriors who came with Fabre's eyes widened instantly, and surrounded him with machetes in their hands, and the guards around Zhao Jin also drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

Zhao Jin narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes, and then laughed loudly.

"This is the king's personal bodyguard. The little prince should not be offended. It is said that the northern barbarians are bold and informal. When I saw Prince Fabre today, it was as expected. Xiao Wang has been weak since he was a child, and he seldom travels. Why don't Master Sun do it for you?" Introduce someone to accompany the little prince to visit various food spots in Kyoto, and make sure that Prince Fabre feels at home."

After all, this was in the territory of Daqi, and the envoys from the northern barbarians were not there to fight. The atmosphere on both sides was tense, but they all put down their swords in an instant.

Prince Fabre opened his tiger eyes slightly, and he looked at An Twelve's palms, and An Twelve's face was expressionless, but his wrists were slightly clenched, and the two were fighting in the air.

One of these two is born with Mary, and the other is highly skilled in martial arts. It is difficult to distinguish between them.

After half a ring, Prince Fabre blushed, his neck veins were exposed, and finally lost.

"Assignment."

An Twelve clapped his hands and saluted as before, with an expressionless face, walked back behind Zhao Jin, and stood with his hands behind his back, tall and straight like a pine.

Although the North Gate is arrogant and unreasonable, they have always respected the strong and respected the strong most. Now Prince Fabre is not angry anymore. He laughed and looked at Zhao Jin. The guards have such martial arts skills, and Xiao Wang really admires them, and hope to have the opportunity to fight with this master again in the future."

The corners of Zhao Jin's mouth curled up into a smile, with an inherent nobility and aloofness.

"The little prince is absurd."

The two groups had their own concerns, and after talking for a few words, Zhao Jin took the people away.

Zhao Jin sat on the carriage and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The guards rode outside and followed slowly for a while, and Zhao Jin opened the curtains.

"Come up."

"Yes."

An Twelve did not hesitate to hand over the horse to the guard beside him, turned over and got into the carriage.

While the others in the same group did not look sideways, the driver of the palace was still walking steadily.

An Twelve got into the carriage and knelt down in front of Zhao Jin on one knee.

"My lord forgives my sins, it's my subordinates who made their own decisions."

Zhao Jin shook his head, stretched out his hand to hold Dark Twelve's rough and hot big hand, pulled him up with a little force on his wrist, and sat beside him, his plain fingers pinched the wrist he was struggling with Fabre just now, with a soft voice shallow.

"Is there any pain?"

The faint ambergris on Zhao Jin's body, and the cold touch of plain white fingers on the skin, Anshi trembled unconsciously, and the tips of his ears felt slightly warm.

"It doesn't hurt."

Zhao Jin nodded, put the man's palm in his palm to play with, and did not let go.

"You did the right thing today, why do you need to apologize? If he asks you to show fists and kicks in the future, don't care about his identity, just beat him."

The cold fingers lingered evenly on the back of the wrist, with a numb itching, An Twelve's heartbeat accelerated little by little, and now he blinked his eyes in surprise when he heard this.

"What do you mean, lord?"

Zhao Jin held the man's hand in the palm of his hand, leaned against the curtain, closed his eyes and meditated, and said in a slow voice: "Northern barbarians complain about wolf ambition, such people are like hunting dogs in packs. I'm afraid they will never learn to be good."

Now that he has traveled to this place, it is a one-way ticket. In any case, Zhao Jin regards the banner as his home country, and he is naturally very careful about the strong neighbors who are watching around.

At this moment, he is not the dandy prince of the capital, nor is he that sick and weak nobleman of the aristocratic family. He has fierce murderous intent and awe-inspiring arrogance, which cannot be concealed no matter what.

An Twelve stared blankly at this somewhat unfamiliar prince.

No!Maybe this is what the prince really looks like.

The prince was born to be the emperor, although he is weak, how could he be willing to be ordinary.

The carriage drove slowly, and Zhao Jin specifically ordered not to take the main street, but to pass through the streets of civilian houses, wanting to check the situation after the waterlogged.

Sure enough, some aisles in the residential area were full of dead poultry and livestock, and even some dead rats were too late to clean up. After a night of fermentation, they emitted a strong stench.

Many people also picked up their pots, pans, pans and furniture that were washed off the ground from the stagnant water. After all, everyone lived carefully these days. Although they had been soaked in water, they could still be used after drying. waste.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jin frowned tightly, and the strength in his palm couldn't help but also increased a bit.

After the flood, there may be a great epidemic.