The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

His eyes moved down to the blood oozing from his neck, which was inexplicably dazzling.The man who didn't want to look any more turned and left, and when he passed the door, he told the man who was following him: "Restore this place to its original state."

Hearing his words, the man was visibly stunned for a moment, then stopped following, and with the rest of the guards, began to complete the task assigned by the master.

It's just that the small yard was originally very simple and there were not many things. The only thing that was damaged was the door and the straw they moved to prepare for the fire.A group of big men quickly cleaned up the place, and then he stood there, looked at the two masters and servants who stood aside and looked a little pitiful, thought for a while, and asked a servant to give orders.

Xiji and Mo Shu supported each other, found a place where they would not disturb their work, watched the people rushing in and out, cleaned up the small courtyard, and then it was like when they came suddenly, and suddenly All returned clean.

Looking at the courtyard that became quiet again, Siji pulled the ink book that was obviously frightened, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, let's boil some water, wipe ourselves first, wait until tomorrow dawn, and then boil water to take a bath .”

"Okay, okay, young master." Until now, Mo Shu still felt a little terrified when he thought of the scene just now, and he didn't have much reaction at this time. He could only let his young master pull him, ordering and moving, watching. Siji laughed.

Just when the two were supporting each other and preparing to walk back to the room, they heard a knock on the door from outside. Xiji was a little strange. A group of people had just left, so why would someone knock on the door now.

"Young master?" Mo Shu's voice seemed very disturbed, but it was true after all. Having just experienced such a thing, it is not an exaggeration to say that he was frightened at the moment.

Although Xiji was also frightened by what happened just now, but after thinking about it, the assassin just now had been caught, and their door should have been guarded again at this time. If it wasn't for the people in this mansion, they should not be able to get close to them at this time This small yard.

Thinking so, he bravely came to the door and asked loudly, "Who is it?"

Immediately someone outside the door responded: "I was sent by the steward, and I came here specially to deliver things to the young master."

Hearing this, Xiji opened the door hesitantly. When he opened the door and saw the guard standing outside, he let out a sigh of relief and opened the door wide.

Then I saw the boy who claimed to be the butler who gave them things. The boy looked young, and with a smile on his face, he handed the things in his hand directly to Xiji, and said with a smile: "The housekeeper asked me to give it to the young master, and I hope the young master will accept it."

Inexplicably, someone handed over a basket of things. Xiji still didn't understand the situation, but thanked him, closed the door and went in.

"My lord, what's in it?" Mo Shu, who had been by Xiji's side and was always ready to protect him, looked at the things in his lord's hands curiously, and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know either." Xiji also felt very strange.

When he came to the back room, he lifted off the white cloth covering the basket, and saw a few pieces of clean gauze and two porcelain bottles inside.

Looking at these, Xiji can also guess what it is.What I just didn't understand was why the butler would give me these things.

It's just that if you can't figure it out, you don't want to think about it. It just so happens that he and Mo Shu also need these medicines. Keep these feelings in mind first, and wait for the opportunity to repay them someday.

At this time, the housekeeper who hadn't slept yet was sitting in his steward's room, thinking about the message his colleagues had passed on to him, and was quite puzzled: Could it be that Wang, who has never been close to men and women, has become enlightened, so he just He valued that little brother so much.

Otherwise, according to what Wang used to do, he would care about whether the small dilapidated house was bad or not, and he would not specifically mention that, so that the people behind would repair it.

But if this is the case, does it mean that the little brother fell into the eyes of the king?If I let him continue to live there, will Wang punish himself when he thinks about it?But if it was moved out and found another better place to resettle, Wang didn't have that intention, not because he seemed to be meddling in his own business.

Hey, the housekeeper just feels that there is no clear instruction, and he feels that everything is wrong. Today is still a bald day.In the end, the distressed butler decided to wait and see what happened in the future and pay more attention to the dynamics between the two so that he could figure out Wang Xin.

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Although tonight passed without any danger, Xiji still had a deep shadow in his heart. After washing up, the two went back to their own rooms to sleep, but Xiji didn't sleep very well that night. Had a nightmare all night.

When he woke up the next morning, he had thick dark circles under his eyes, and Mo Shu was shocked when he saw it.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Looking at his young master, Mo Shu asked worriedly.

Xiji looked at Mo Shu and smiled weakly, then waved his hand weakly at him, and said weakly: "Don't worry, I was just scared by what happened last night."

After listening to Mo Shu, he became more and more worried. His young master is so fragile and needs to be protected.It's just that he didn't know how to protect his young master, so he could only circle around him, scratching his ears and cheeks to express his concern.

Xiji was still a little frustrated at first, but when he saw Mo Shu jumping up and down beside him like a little monkey, he suddenly became less depressed.He even felt that his ability to bear was not as good as that of a child, and felt that he was as old as Mo Shu in his previous life, and his life was simply wasted.

Xiji, who decided not to use her little boy, first cheered herself up, and then began to prepare breakfast for the two of them. Fortunately, there were still some vermicelli left over from yesterday, so there was no need to do anything more, and it saved a lot of effort .

Xiji and Mo Shu were sitting in the yard, listening to the sound of Mo Shu eating in their ears, and when they inadvertently glanced at the place where they were hijacked yesterday, they suddenly thought of the assassin who was taken away.If he didn't guess wrong, she should still be a woman, and he didn't know what she was like now.

It wasn't that he had any sympathy for the woman who almost killed him, but that he was just curious.I didn't notice it yesterday under the panic, but think about it carefully today, since the man in black was able to faint the woman yesterday, he could also kill her silently.

Is there any purpose in leaving that woman alive?Thinking of this, Xiji sighed again.

This sigh caught Mo Shu's attention after eating the vermicelli. Looking at his young master, Mo Shu asked strangely, "Master, what's wrong?"

Xiji looked at Moshu, who was still crying miserably last night, and returned to normal today, a little unsure whether to tell him about this, what if some bad memories came back to him?

Just looking at Mo Shu's pure eyes, I still can't tell any lies to him, I can only look at him and say, "I'm wondering what will happen to that assassin yesterday."

When Mo Shu heard this question, he said very smoothly, "What else can happen, of course he was killed, but I don't know where the body will be left in the end, I just hope it's not on our side. That's not good , very unlucky."

Hearing what he said, Xiji was slightly taken aback, then looked at Mo Shu who didn't think he had said anything, and asked in a strange tone: "Don't you think it's unacceptable for someone to die?" something?"

Hearing his words, Mo Shu was a little puzzled, tilted his head and looked at his young master, with a bit of innocence in his tone, "Why is it so hard to accept death?

Xiaohong, whom I met in Xifu, once did something wrong and was beaten to death by his wife and thrown out. People around her said that her family despised her and refused to take her back for burial, so she was thrown in a mass grave.

When I was in the village, people would often starve to death. When they died of starvation, their family members would wrap them up and throw them directly into the fields, regardless. "

Hearing his words, for some reason, Xiji felt cold all over his body. Although he knew that this era was difficult, he never knew that human life was so worthless, and even death was just a straw mat.

Looking at Mo Shu's ignorant eyes, Xiji asked for some unknown reason, "Then why were you so excited when I was kidnapped yesterday?"

Hearing what he said, Mo Shu felt that the young master today was a bit strange, but when he thought of what happened yesterday, he thought he was frightened, so he replied patiently: "Because you are the young master, the young master is a good person. You can’t die, and you can’t die here. If you want to die, then go to Mo Shu. Mo Shu can be thrown in the wild on a roll of straw mats, but the young master can’t. A person as beautiful as the young master can’t die so ugly.”

When Xiji heard Mo Shu's words, his eyes turned red, as if he was about to cry.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" When Mo Shu saw the red-eyed young master, he immediately became at a loss, and didn't even know what to do.

Seeing this, Xiji sniffed, and then pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay, it's just that my neck hurts."

"Master, shall I get you some medicine? It won't hurt after taking the medicine." After finishing speaking, he rushed to get the medicine again.

Leaving Xiji to look at the ink book that ran away, she was suddenly interrupted by such an interruption, and those emotions just disappeared without a trace.Thinking about the remarks made by Mo Shu just now, I don't know why I suddenly have the motivation to move forward again.Even in this era, he still has to live well and live with the ink books.

Thinking of this, he ate the vermicelli in his bowl in a few bites, went to the kitchen, picked up all the things that were packed last night, and then started to get busy.

When Mo Shu rushed back with the medicine, he didn't see his young master, and finally found the young master in the kitchen. Looking at the young master who had already started preparing the ingredients, he was still a little puzzled.Didn't the young master just say that his neck hurts?Why are you busy again now?

"Young master?" Mo Shu called out, and successfully called his young master's attention.

At this time, Xiji, who was worried about the red beans that he got out, saw the ink book that had just come in, and his eyes lit up immediately, and then he waved to him very cheerfully, and then he ran over At that time, he handed him the basin containing the red beans, smiled at him and said, "Your young master, I have a task for you now, which is to grind these red beans into mud, can you do it?"

Looking at the red beans handed over to him, and seeing the expectant eyes of his young master looking at him, Mo Shu puffed up his chest and said proudly, "I can do it."

"Then go, remember to use the stone mortar at the door, don't just use your own strength." Looking at the confident ink book in front of him, Xiji still confessed with some uneasiness. "After you finish it, I'll fry it again, and we'll have sweet bean paste buns to eat."

Thinking of the taste described by the young master, Mo Shu wanted to drool, and quickly went to get the pot of bean paste in his arms.After looking through the kitchen window and looking at the ink book humming and humming with red bean paste outside, Xiji felt a little funny.

After Mo Shu took over the most troublesome and difficult job of making red bean paste, Xiji went to make noodles.Originally, he wanted to make some pastries, but there is no oven in this era, and he can't control the temperature well. If something goes wrong at that time, all the raw materials they prepared will be wasted.

Thinking that both of them were frightened yesterday and desperately needed something sweet to relieve their mood, he chose the steamed stuffed bun that he used to make often, which was not easy to make mistakes.

The ink books over there are sweet and delicious in Xiji's mouth, so they are full of energy and fast, and Xiji's skillful writing here is also very fast.

When the red bean paste on Moshu's side is ready, the bun skin on Xiji's side is also ready.

Then, right in front of Mo Shu's eyes, Xiji turned the tasteless red beans into a delicious bean paste after a series of stir-frying.

Especially when Xiji gave Mo Shu a little to try, the surprised little expression on Mo Shu's face almost made Xi Ji happy to death.

The master and servant worked together all morning, and finally made a steaming pot of steamed red bean paste buns. After eating the sweet and delicious buns, Mo Shu couldn't stop saying, "Master, my favorite thing now is red bean paste buns. I want to eat it every day from now on."

"But you just said yesterday that you like vermicelli and want to eat it every day." Xiji posed a problem for him when he heard him say this.

Hearing what his young master said, Mo Shu became entangled for a moment, and then said with a face of difficulty in choosing: "Then I can eat vermicelli in the morning, steamed stuffed bun at noon, and other things in the evening."

Xiji was immediately amused by him, and said jokingly, "You think it's pretty."

"That is." Mo Shu admitted without hesitation.

Seeing that Mo Shu was happy to eat, Xiji didn't say much, but suddenly thought of something, and said to Mo Shu who was eating happily: "You will give the guard Fang at the door to them after you finish eating later." Send some, there are enough bags left and right. Ask me again, if you can send some food to the guard who saved me yesterday, it can be regarded as thanking him for saving me."

As for the housekeeper, his current status is not suitable for being too close to him, so as not to mistake him for intentional fawning, he can only repay him when the time is right.

"Okay, young master, I'll go right after I finish eating." Mo Shu ate without looking up, carefully licking the bean paste inside, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Seeing that Mo Shu was eating happily, Xiji thought for a while and continued: "Someday, when we have pork, I'll make you three delicacies buns."

"What is a three-flavored bun?" Mo Shu is very sensitive to food. When he heard this unknown name, he immediately became interested. He looked up at Xiji and asked you curiously. Wang lowered his head and continued to take a bite of the bun, then looked up at Xiji, waiting for the answer.

Xiji felt that Mo Shu was a pistachio, so he described the three-flavored bun with a smile, "The three-flavored bun is just a little bit of sugar, a little bit of bean paste, and a little bit of pork stuffing. The three flavors come together. , special, delicious."

"Wow, master, I really want to eat it." The country bumpkin who has never eaten this way before, Mo Shu, who has never eaten much candy, is full of yearning for this three delicacies bun.

"Well, I want to eat it too. Let's do it when we have time that day." Xiji was very satisfied with this proposal, and he wanted to eat it as well. Sure enough, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by one meal. Yes, if there is, then two meals.

With the young master's promise, Mo Shu insisted on eating two big bean paste buns, then took four buns, put them in a small basket, and walked towards the door.

But soon, he came back with a dejected look on his face. When he saw Xiji's suspicious eyes, he was still a little distressed that he had not completed the task assigned by the young master, and said dejectedly: "Young master, the guard Fang said that he has not been able to do it for a while. They ate what we gave, and told us to pay attention to it, saying that someone from above is eyeing them."

Hearing this, Xiji was startled, and then decided to be more cautious. Since Fang Fang said that, he must have reminded them kindly.Originally, he also heard that the king of this palace is a moody person, so he can't be in his bad luck, when the time comes, he will be the one who will be unlucky.

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"Brother Fang, what do you mean by what you just said?" The little guard watched the food he had been looking forward to for a long time finally appear in front of him, and then saw his senior give the steaming food to him calmly. Pushing away, coupled with what he said later, the whole person was a little dazed.

"In the future, we have to be more vigilant in everything we do. You, Brother Li, were punished when the king knew about what we ate secretly. Although not many people knew about it for the sake of keeping it secret, I still knew about it for the sake of scaring the chickens and monkeys." The guard Fang felt a little melancholy when he said this. , I don't know what to regret, "In the future, we may not be able to eat such delicacies."

These words scared the little guard enough, thinking tremblingly, the king knows, the king knows about their stealing food.God!To him, it seemed like the sky was about to fall.

The Night King, who had no idea how many people he had caused psychological shadows by his actions, was sitting in front of his large desk, looking at his right-hand assistant, and said in a rather casual tone: "Did you recruit that woman? "

"Recruited." The man below said with a bit of pride in his tone, "Under my torture tool, the woman quickly explained her background and the reasons why she wanted to assassinate the king this time. out."

"Oh, in that case, you can tell me briefly." The Night King was very interested.

After listening to his report, there was a smile on his face, which was particularly scary against the ghost pattern mask, "I didn't know that there are still people in this world who dare to pretend to be me."