And he was only five years old.
"What... what? The dark guard!!" The old man's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
His Royal Highness, the most honorable Crown Prince of the Gong Dynasty, was actually trained as a hidden guard after being taken away, a lowly hidden guard who only had a shadow and could not appear in front of others.
The old man was so anxious that he almost couldn't slow down. The old man breathed heavily, his eyes full of anger.
"Old ancestor!" The two men sitting beside the old man said nervously.
The old man waved his hand at them, expressing that it was okay, suppressing the anger in his eyes, he continued to explain to An Jiu.
"Your life experience... I will explain it to you in detail when I return to the ancestral house. Now there is one more thing, I hope you can recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors." The old man said solemnly.
"..." An Jiu raised his eyebrows and didn't speak. The amount of information was too much and the content shocked him. He didn't know what to say now.
"I hope you can think about it carefully. Your bloodline cannot be changed. This is a fact, and you also have important people you want to protect, don't you?" the old man persuaded.
I found it with great difficulty, so don't say anything that makes him vomit blood like 'I don't want to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors'!
Important people... An Jiu tilted his head to look at Xia Qing'an who was sitting next to him, and then thought of the public opinion on the Internet before, his eyes dimmed.
Xia Qing'an felt a little uneasy at this moment, he never thought that An Jiu would have such a life experience, royal blood...
Seeing An Jiu's silence again, he was a little worried, and An Jiu's heart must be in a mess right now.
The two men beside the old man silently reduced their sense of existence, trying to be a background wall.
Gong Liejing's father: Ancestor, is it really okay to tell the secret history of our Gong family like this
Gong Liejing: So the ancestors belonged to the royal family! Maybe the person in front of me is the former Crown Prince, after all, he looks the same as the last emperor of the Gong family in the painting... and he still crossed over =_=
"When?" Finally, An Jiu spoke.
After weighing it, An Jiu still decided to believe his words. After all, he was a hidden guard, so there was nothing to lie to. Moreover, he had an astonishing resemblance to the person in the painting.
Xia Qing'an's situation also made An Jiu's affirmation deepened, he now has nothing but Xia Qing'an in this future era.
Money, status, rights... None of these, if Xia Qing'an happened again in the future, they would be very passive.
Simply thinking about Xia Qing'an, recognizing the ancestors and returning to the clan is of great benefit to Anjiu, and the disappearance of those public opinions before should be their handwriting!
If the old man knew that this was the reason why An Jiu agreed to recognize his ancestors, he would probably faint in the toilet, right? !
"You...you agreed?" The old man was so happy that he couldn't speak fluently, and asked again for confirmation.
"You move back to the ancestral house tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow you will have the ancestor recognition ceremony, how about it?" the old man said immediately without waiting for An Jiu's answer, it's better not to ask, if His Highness refuses again, where will he cry.
"Are you in a hurry?" An Jiu frowned and said, leaving tomorrow, An An still needs a period of adaptation
When Xia Qing'an heard that An Jiu was leaving tomorrow, her face turned pale, her heart throbbed, and she felt a little difficult to breathe.
"Ah, it's not in a hurry. Tell me a time, so we can prepare things." The old man quickly denied.
Gong Liejing's father: ←_← Ancestor, your image has been ruined, do you know that
Gong Liejing: →_→Old Ancestor, obviously everything is ready, is it really okay for you to do this
The two father and son sat quietly aside, complaining inwardly with no expression on their faces.
After confirming the time, the old man led the people away with a happy face. An Jiu sat on the spot thinking for a minute and then came back to his senses. He turned his head to look at An An, but found that his face was a little pale.
"An'an, what's wrong, your face is so pale, you don't feel well?" An Jiu asked nervously.
"...It's okay." Xia Qingan raised her head and smiled.
But in An Jiu's eyes, the smile on Xia Qing'an's face was a bit forced, coupled with her pale complexion, it was obvious that she had something on her mind.
"Go back to the room and take a rest." An Jiu was a little worried, did An An have something on her mind
Xia Qing'an also knew that her smile was a bit forced, she replied with a blank expression, and An Jiu would leave. This news weighed on Xia Qing'an's heart, making him breathless.
An Jiu got up, took Xia Qing'an's hand and went back to the bedroom, what was An An worried about
"Dark Nine..." Xia Qing'an suddenly spoke out, her voice was a little low, as if she was suppressing something.
"Ok?"
Xia Qing'an put her hands on An Jiu's neck, stood on tiptoes and raised her head to kiss An Jiu, her movements were a little hasty, as if she was confirming something.
An Jiu was confused by Xia Qing'an's sudden actions. I also felt the uneasiness in An An's heart.
An Jiu wrapped Xia Qing'an's waist with one hand, closed and locked the door with the other, hugged the slender waist of the man in his arms with both hands, and brought her to the bedside.
Because of Xia Qing'an's uneasiness in her heart, her movements were a little hasty, An Jiu didn't notice for a moment, and the two of them fell on the bed, Xia Qing'an's lips were knocked, bloodshot out, and her eye sockets were flushed with pain.
An Jiu gently kissed the alluring lips of the person in his arms, and the faint smell of iron stimulated An Jiu's nerves even more. No one could bear being so teased by his lover, but Xia Qing'an's uneasiness made him Some do not understand.
"An'an, what are you worrying about?" An Jiu asked, pulling their heads away a little.
But when he saw the red, swollen and moist lips and misty eyes of the person under him, An Jiugang's suppressed desire was kindled again.
"Hmm... Anjiu..." Xia Qing'an came back to her senses, the anxiety in her heart returned, and her eyes slowly turned red.
"What's wrong? I'm here, if you have something to say, don't hold it in your heart." An Jiu kissed his eyes reassuringly, and coaxed softly.
"... An Jiu, you said you would not leave me, you must keep your word." Xia Qing'an said, with a crying voice, which made An Jiu's heart tremble.
"Well, I won't leave even if I die." An Jiu whispered.
"But... um..." Xia Qing'an was about to say something, but An Jiu leaned down and blocked his mouth.
After kissing for a long time, until the person in his arms was not breathing smoothly, An Jiu's movements slowed down. When the two separated, they pulled out a silver thread, and An Jiu's eyes became deeper.
Xia Qing'an opened her mouth slightly, her breathing was a little rapid, her chest heaved and fell, her eyes were filled with mist, and An Jiu took a heavy breath.
"On the day you recognize your ancestors and return to your clan, you go with me." An Jiu whispered, licked the corners of Xia Qing'an's lips, followed those slightly parted lips, and stuck her tongue in again, dancing with her tongue.
"Hmm..." Xia Qing'an couldn't think about what An Jiu just said now.
…
The two vented a few times, An Jiu finally stopped, and when Xia Qing'an came to his senses, An Jiu picked him up and got off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Hmm... it's... it's coming out." Xia Qing'an buried her head in An Jiu's neck in embarrassment.
"Huh... go to the bathroom to clean up." An Jiu took a deep breath, suppressed the rising desire, and said in a hoarse voice.
Because the cleaning was not clean the first time, Xia Qing'an had a low-grade fever the next day, so An Jiu moved very quickly afterwards.
After drying his body and putting on his nightgown, An Jiu picked him up and walked out of the bathroom.
"... An Jiu, you said you were trained at the age of five..." Xia Qingan lay on An Jiu's body, resting her head on his chest, and could hear An Jiu's strong heartbeat.
"Maybe... My childhood memories are a little fuzzy, but I have a deep impression of me not being an orphan." An Jiu pulled the thin quilt up a little, just covering Xia Qing'an's shoulders.
"The old man said just now... the blood of the royal family..." Xia Qing'an whispered, he was afraid of revealing An Jiu's scars, but he couldn't help but want to know any information about An Jiu.
"An Jiu, you are so handsome, I knew you were not an ordinary dark guard." Xia Qing'an supported An Jiu's chest with both hands, raised her half body, and looked at An Jiu with shining eyes.
"Well... lie down, don't move around." An Jiu responded, and said in a low voice, don't you know that this is very seductive
"It's a pity, An Jiu, you are so powerful, you will definitely be an emperor in the future, it's all because of the person who took you away." Xia Qing'an said in a low voice, feeling a little aggrieved for An Jiu.
"... nothing to regret."
"Ok?"
"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have met you." An Jiu's voice was a little low. To be honest, he was still a little glad that he was taken away.
If not, it would be impossible for him to meet An An. When the emperor? He didn't think there was anything good about being an emperor.
Since ancient times, emperors have been so ruthless, and others have been kind to the emperor only for the sake of power. After all, they are all for their own interests.
"Hmm..." Xia Qing'an's ears turned red, and she rubbed her head against An Jiu's chest.
To be able to meet and fall in love with you, I don't feel anything about my ten years of dying training.
An Jiu stroked the back of the person in his arms, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Even if I choose again, I will choose to be a secret guard, because then I can meet you, become your secret guard, and become your lover.