Chapter 52 Unbeatable
Butler Gu answered and went down, the Princess Protector's residence was once again closed and under strict security.
Night red aya back to the bedchamber for a moment, Timothy came over to report that lunch has been prepared, she opened her eyes, I do not know what came to mind, turned his head and spoke: "Ayame Mo."
No one answered.
The hall is quiet.
Night red aya eyebrows slightly convergence, get up and walk out of the bed hall, towards the book pavilion.
The handsome and indifferent-looking young man is still standing in front of the book case, with his eyebrows and eyes averted, pen focused on writing, if you ignore his forehead seeping a thin layer of sweat, and with a little pale face, this scene looks pleasing to the eye.
Night red aya into the book pavilion in silence.
The young man looked up, glimpsed the night red aya figure instantly put down the pen, about to kneel, but heard the night red aya faintly said: "no need to kneel."
The young man's body paused, and then converge eyes silent.
Night red aya walked over to stand in front of the book case, looked at his copy, lightly spoke: "hand."
A short word calm, but the body of the young man froze in a flash, he subconsciously glanced at the words he wrote, thinking he had written something wrong again, and then silent and obedient to extend their hands.
Every time the master said the word "hand" in a short and simple way, it means that his hands are going to suffer, the teenager's heart was slightly astonished, but obediently spread his palms, eyebrows hanging low, respectful and meek.
The night red aya gaze fell on his hands.
The right hand is highly swollen and bloodied, the color of the purl marks has been purple, it looks horrible.
And the original blue and purple blood marks on the left hand but has broken the skin, blood seeping out of the palm, even more miserable.
"Left-handed?" Night red aya asked, voice light to inaudible emotions.
Ayame silent for a moment, seems to be distinguishing the meaning of the words, after a while, he returned: "back to the master, my subordinate is not."
Not?
Night red aya frowned, expressionless look at him: "If not, why use your left hand when you fight with someone?"
The skin of the left hand is broken because of strong blows with Chong Jun, Chong Jun martial arts is not bad, although the internal force for Ayame is nothing, but his hand was injured, the palm of several swollen marks are filled with blood and swelling, simply can not withstand such a strong external force hit, so the skin bleeding is normal.
Although did not cause much damage, but the pain is absolutely heart-breaking.
And the hands are so badly injured, but back in the house is a moment without delay, directly back to the book pavilion to write, only to complete her homework set.
Such a teenager ...
Night red aya eyebrows sunk, perceived that his attention to Ayamo has been somewhat beyond the ordinary frequent, which is too abnormal for her.
"Back to the master, the subordinate left hand is also sufficient to deal with him." Ayamo bowed his head and finished, hesitantly adding, "The right hand still has to write."
Night Red Aya: "..."
The air seemed to be quiet for a moment.
She stared in silence at the extraordinarily respectful and meek-looking teenager in front of her, and said indifferently, "Your martial arts skills are above this palace."
This was the tone of a statement, not a question.
Ayame dropped to the ground with both knees, but his hands remained steadily raised, and his tone had two more moments of trepidation: "Back to the master, my subordinate does not dare to compete with the master."
Night Red Aya naturally also did not have the idea to compete with him, but, "Why?"
"Because the master is the subordinate's master."
Night Red Aya asked again coldly, "Why?"
Ayame still replied, "Because the master is the subordinate's master, is the subordinate to pledge allegiance to protect."
Night red aya fixedly looked at him, the heart of the eyes deep color lightly surging.
After a while, she turned around and slowly walked towards the book shelf, and took a porcelain bottle over from the bottom shelf compartment, "Apply the medicine yourself."
After a pause, "Only the left hand is allowed to be medicated."
Since the right hand has to write, it will hurt for a while longer, the pain helps improve memory.
Ayame led the order and took the porcelain bottle to say thanks.
Night Red Aya turned and walked outside: "After the medicine to the West Court, wait for this palace to eat."
This order reached his ears, Ayamu confused for a moment before realizing the master's meaning, and quickly bowed his head to receive orders.
Waiting for the night red aya's figure disappeared from sight, the teenager looked up in the direction of the master left, after a while, lowered his head, silently staring at his hands, and then look at the porcelain bottle in his hand, his heart slightly stunned.
It seems that the master never forgets to let him apply medicine after he is injured, but he is only the imperial shadow guard, when he was trained in the past, he suffered injuries a thousand times heavier than this, but he had to grit his teeth to get through.
The God's Hidden Palace has all kinds of punishments, but being beaten on the hand is a very rare thing, but this kind of injury, although painful, but in the end does not hurt the muscles and bones, there is no need for medicine.
The company's main goal is to provide a good solution to the problem.
The shadow guard is just a tool.
The Royal Shadow Guard is one of the most handy tools, but in the end, it is still a tool, not at all when the master care.
Besides ...
The tender is a poison that corrodes the heart.
Shouldn't he remind, the master not to be so kind to him?
He is the imperial shadow guard, is not allowed to have feelings, even if just a little moved.
But this feeling, this feeling ...
Ayamo pursed his lips, couldn't help but hold the porcelain vase in his hand tightly, even if his palm hurt so much that he frowned, he still held tightly without letting go, like holding some valuable treasure.
After a while, he slowly gathered his mind, turned to the basin to clean his hands, dry, carefully pour out a little ointment in the porcelain vase and smear it on the palm of his left hand, then plug the bottle and put away the unused medicine carefully.
After washing his right hand thoroughly, he turned around and left the study pavilion and went to the West Court Dining Hall.
There were four dishes on the table, two meat and two vegetables.
There was also a soup and two bowls of rice.
Night Red Aya sat alone at the dining table, unhurriedly drinking the soup in the bowl in front of her, her absolutely beautiful and indifferent eyebrows could not see the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"Master." Ayame walked to the table and spoke respectfully, "The person who appeared in the Empress Dowager's Palace today is the number one expert in the inner court."
Night Red Aya raised her eyes, "You know him?"
Ayame nodded, "Yes."
Night Red Aya frowned slightly, her tone light: "How do you know him?"
"He often goes in and out of the Empress Dowager's chambers." Ayame returned respectfully, "Apart from him, there is another person who also frequents the Empress Dowager's chambers."
Night Red Aya did not ask who the other person was, "How does the martial arts skills of the Marquis of Changyang feel in your eyes?"
"Unbeatable."
"Why didn't you kill him today?"
"In the Empress Dowager's palace, killing him would have been troublesome." Ayame said, her tone was unruffled and respectful from the beginning, "Master would have been in trouble."
Night Red Aya was silent and looked up at him with little expression.
Trouble?
Princess Protector was rude to the Empress Dowager in the Ci'an Palace, and connived at her subordinates to kill the Empress Dowager's first redoubt - the high-powered first master of the inner court, Chang Yang Hou, does mean trouble.