The domestic guard is a little sweet

At night, the main courtyard where Zhao Jin lived passed water twice and ordered a bowl of ginger soup before he fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, the warm sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the heavy bed curtains. Zhao Jin let out a little breath and opened his eyes. Only then did he feel like an octopus hugging him with hands and feet. On Dark Twelve.

Maybe it was because Zhao Jin was tossing hard yesterday, but An Twelve was still asleep, with a rare tranquility on his face.

The two were wearing silk underwear of the same color, and the belts had already loosened by now.

Zhao Jin lay on An Shier's chest, and he could hear the seemingly invisible heartbeat under his chest.

Zhao Jin felt very relieved, he stretched out his slender fingers to touch Dark Twelve's eyelashes.

After a while, Dark Twelve's eyelashes moved, and the eyeballs rolled quickly under the eyelids a few times.

An Twelve did not open his eyes, but stretched out his big rough hand, took Zhao Jin's finger, and held it firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Master is awake, is Twelve waiting for you to wash?"

Dark Twelve's usual voice is deep and mellow, but now that he just woke up, his voice is sleepy and hoarse, which is extraordinarily seductive.

Zhao Jin let An Shier hold his hand, stretched out his head and kissed his thin lips that he had thought about for a long time, and yawned like a fool.

Classmate Xiao Jin, a normal man who got up in the morning, leaned upright against An Twelve's waist.

Zhao Jin: "I don't remember..."

The tips of An Twelve's ears were reddish, and the hand that grabbed Zhao Jin trembled. Although the two were already close and hadn't seen each other many times, An Twelve still felt a little unnatural every time they embraced their master like this.

"Yesterday, I heard from the chef in charge of the back kitchen that fresh sea bass will be delivered this morning, and your favorite tendon was marinated last night. When we eat later, let them bring it to the master to taste too?"

Zhao Jin has to get up every morning to practice a set of weird exercises, but he has the energy to get up, and it is extremely difficult to get up every morning. No one in the palace dares to surprise Zhao Jin at this time, so This arduous task fell to Dark Twelve.

As soon as An Twelve mentioned eating, the fresh taste of steamed sea bass and braised tendon in sauce automatically appeared in Zhao Jin's mind, and he swallowed involuntarily.

As a foodie, delicacies are waiting for me, so I don't feel sleepy, the saliva in my mouth is involuntarily secreted.

Zhao Jin let out a deep breath, reluctant to take a breath, and rubbed against An Shier's thick chest, then clenched his fists and sat up as if he had made a lot of determination.

"Call for water, I want to take a bath."

The two were sleeping on the same bed, at this moment An Shier naturally felt Zhao Jin's reaction, and his ears became redder.

"The Twelve Waiters?"

Zhao Jin giggled strangely, kissed his thin lips twice, stretched out his hand to press the place where An Shier was overused last night, and raised his eyebrows.

"No problem, don't forget to anoint."

The so-called ointment is a palace secret medicine, which has the effect of promoting muscle growth and warming.

After all, the man's place is different from the woman's. Zhao Jin wanted the two of them to be together for a long time, so he specially asked the imperial physician to write down the prescription and find a special person to make it.

The two have been together for a long time, and An Twelve has long been used to Zhao Jin's teasing, but now that the other party blatantly tells such a private matter, his whole ears are blood red, and he got up like running away , quickly changed his clothes, and went outside to pass the water.

Seeing An Shier running away, Zhao Jin laughed and didn't tease him again.

For fear of bullying an honest person, this person will hide for a few days in embarrassment, and then he will not be able to see or eat it. How uncomfortable it is.

Sun He was sent by Zhao Jin to pick up things in the mansion after his death, and now it was a somewhat unfamiliar boy who came in to deliver the bath water.

Zhao Jin didn't pay much attention to it, he stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, and wanted to take off his belt to take a bath, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the servant had been standing by the side silently and didn't go out.

Zhao Jin paused, it seemed that he was a newcomer, and he did not understand the habits of the main courtyard, so he said in a flat voice, "Go out now, there is nothing for you here."

I thought that the boy would leave by himself, but when Zhao Jin heard footsteps approaching, the boy actually walked up to him, knelt softly at his feet, and stretched out his hand to grab the black hair on Zhao Jin's waist. ribbon.

"The servant serves the Lord."

It was only when the other party raised his face that Zhao Jin could see clearly that this young man had a handsome face, with a melon-shaped face, big watery eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

The boy now held his head up, revealing his frail and slender neck, like a lamb for a tiger to eat.

If it was a different womanizer at this time, maybe he would be very excited right now.

Zhao Jin's face darkened, he took a step back, angrily kicked the boy over, the boy staggered and hit the wooden shelf behind him, the wooden washbasin fell to the ground with a sound of soup, and the warm water All poured on the boy.

"roll!"

The young man's face was pale at the moment, he didn't dare to say anything more, he bowed his head and ran out of the hospital trembling.

When he walked to the yard, he happened to bump into An Twelve who was coming back head-on. This young man had a loose neckline, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his body was wet.

He bumped into Dark Twelve, but he didn't know what to say and saluted, but ran out without thinking.

An Twelve frowned, as if his heart was tightly grasped by someone, sour and astringent.

The boy was obviously escorted from the master's yard, he hurried two steps to the side room, and saw Zhao Jin standing in the middle of the ground with his face sinking like water, and the surrounding water was dripping in a mess.

"master?"

Zhao Jin had a cold face. He was in a good mood in the morning, but he was disturbed by that person just now, and he was still a little angry at the moment.

"Where did you go in the morning?"

An Twelve knew that Zhao Jin was in a bad mood at the moment, so he hurriedly stepped forward and carefully took Zhao Jin's hand, dragged him out of the messy atrium, and said in a gentle voice, "Go to the dining room and tell the cook to be your servant." My favorite steamed perch, master, the water in the jade tube must be cold, so I will order someone to bring it again."

Zhao Jin also knew that there was no reason for his anger at this moment, and he didn't want to spread his temper on An Twelve, so he waved his hands expressionlessly.

An Twelve didn't say much, and hurried out to order his servants to be put in the back room again.

After Zhao Jin took a bath, he dragged An Twelve to eat breakfast with him. After eating the delicious steamed sea bass, he also felt much better.

Zhao Jin has been pondering the drawings of Liannu these days. This Liannu is still in modern times. He happened to watch a small survival video blogger. Only then did he realize that the method is a little blurry after so many years. Zhao Jin can only try. Draw the blueprint and discuss with the craftsman.

But the only master in the palace is Zhao Jin. This time Zhao Jin is angry, and the servants are all sensitive to their words, and their nerves are tense right now.

Guanshi Liu didn't know what happened, so he found Dark Twelve quietly, presented two high-quality rhinoceros leather wristbands, and asked in a low voice: "The old slave looked at the prince's face when he was eating in the morning. But I hope the twelve young masters can point out some omissions in the villa."

Wristbands made of high-quality rhinoceros leather, the whole body is black and strong, which is not lacking in Dark Twelve, but he has his own way of getting along with the people in the house.

Dark Twelve naturally wouldn't reveal anything about his master and son, but he would help if he could in matters of duty.

"This morning, a boy with a bad face was kicked out by the master."

Director Liu hurriedly cupped his hands to thank him, and went back to send someone to investigate, only to find out that he was a servant in the morning, who wanted to flatter the prince, but was kicked out by the master.

This shocked Guanshi Liu into a cold sweat. He is in charge of all people inside and outside the palace. If this bold leaker Xiaosi succeeds in attracting the interest of the prince, it will be fine. , which means that he has lax control.

And my master is not a merciful master. After the last serious illness, although the master seemed to be more tolerant, he also treated his servants and servants more kindly, but he acted decisively and neatly, with a personality that clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments.

The more Manager Liu thinks about it, the cold sweat on his head gets bigger and bigger.

Manager Liu didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly drove the young man out of the villa, and then warned the clothes, the master's maid, Xiaosi, tightened the skins on their bodies, in case there was someone who wanted to climb the dragon and the phoenix, and lose his sense of propriety.

For several days in a row, the many servants in the villa were properly taught by Manager Liu, and they were all working with full energy at the moment, and no one dared to jump out at this time.

After three days of unremitting efforts, Zhao Jin finally drew the initial production method of the Liannu on paper. There may be some flaws in the size of the parts, but generally speaking, there is no problem with the production.

Zhao Jin specially found a skilled craftsman in the villa, and promised that whoever can make this crossbow will be rewarded with 20 taels of silver.

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a great reward. These 20 taels are enough for four or five years of flowers for ordinary farmers. These skilled craftsmen are all gearing up to win the reward.

The wisdom of the ancients is boundless, especially these skilled craftsmen, who have been dealing with these mechanisms all their lives. When they saw Zhao Jin's manuscript, they were shocked. After careful consideration, they completed Zhao Jin's making of bows and crossbows. Some dimensional flaws from time to time.

Three masters who were over half a hundred years old studied it for three days before they made the Liannu.

Looking at the exquisite pocket crossbow in his hand, Zhao Jin was very happy. These master masters are all signed servants of his family, so there is no need to worry about the other party's betrayal.

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Jin rewarded each person with 20 taels of silver, which was both a reward and a hush money.

Receiving the nobleman's reward, these carpenters were all overjoyed.

This pocket repeating crossbow is only as thick as a forearm and can be tied in the middle of the arm. At critical moments, it can fire three arrows in succession to repel the enemy.

Zhao Jin took An Twelve to the martial arts training field in a dizzy way, so after installing three crossbow arrows on the crossbow that he knew well, he pulled the mechanism, and the three arrows were fired one by one, and they were heavily nailed to the wooden target in front of him.

Hearing that the voice was penetrating, An Twelve couldn't help but stare in surprise when he saw that Pocket Face had such a powerful face.