The army stopped, and Commander Xuanjia rode on the horse and looked up at the Xuanwu Terrace with trembling pupils. The astonishment in his eyes was undisguised. When he looked carefully, the shock seemed to be mixed with a kind of disrespectful possessiveness. And intense.
He threw away the rein in his hand and turned off the horse, staring at the little monarch on the Xuanwu platform without blinking. He took two steps forward in shortness of breath, and immediately kicked off, and his whole body swept towards the Xuanwu platform, like a cold light in the cold wind, he jumped onto the Xuanwu platform in the blink of an eye.
The palace servants were scared back a few steps by him. It was because the murderous aura on this man was too heavy. Even though he knew that he was the loyal leader of the hidden guards beside the little monarch, his body couldn't help but backed away at such a close distance.
He stood a few feet away from Nie Jia and did not move forward. He took off the blood blade at his waist and threw it away, and then tore off the heart armor. During the process, he kept staring at Nie Jia's bright eyes, It wasn't until only the steel armor covering the face was left on his body that he raised his foot and walked towards him, kneeling down on one knee.
"I thought you wouldn't come back." Nie Jia said, looking at him before he spoke, his voice trembling.
Commander Xuanjia's eyes were full of undercurrents, and he said clearly, "No matter where I am, I am by your side."
Nie Jia's anxiety for half a month disappeared completely in his gentle eyes at this moment.
"Hold me." Nie Jia gritted her teeth, held back her tears, and stretched out her hands to her lover, like a child who has been bullied.
For such a request, anyone would probably feel panicked. Commander Xuan Jia was not surprised at all, he wrapped his arms around Nie Jia's waist and lifted him up from the ground, as if he sensed the slight trembling of the little monarch, he couldn't help sticking the slender little monarch to his arms. , said in a low voice: "I will send you back to the palace."
As he said that, he ignored the gazes of the people and courtiers in the city, and directly took the little monarch away. Before leaving, his rough gaze ruthlessly scratched the faces of the courtiers under the Xuanwu platform, and the deterrence contained in his gaze alone made the courtiers lower their heads in shock.
Along the way, Nie Jia hugged his lover's neck tightly, sniffing the bloody smell on his body, as excited as treating a lost and recovered treasure, spraying all the rushes of hot air into his neckline, making him The human leader felt like a soft little animal in his arms.
At this time, the entire Zhuolu City was quiet, and the crowd watching did not dare to show their anger in front of the bloodthirsty cavalry. The faces of the courtiers turned pale, and they suddenly felt that they had missed a good opportunity. It was indeed not Gao Wen who calmed down Nanyi, but the hidden guards beside the little monarch. It's a pity to eradicate the tyrant now, I don't know when I will wait for such a good opportunity again!
Jun Zhangyue was also in the crowd, dressed in plain clothes, he looked like an ordinary son of a wealthy family. He looked at the empty Xuanwu Terrace, then at the cold and bloodthirsty Triumph in front of him, and said calmly, "He's very lucky."
Such a coincidence, at this time the dark guard led such a brave iron cavalry back to the city, without doing anything, it was enough to deter the rebellious hearts of the courtiers, if it was a day or two later...
The guard followed him silently with his head down, not daring to speak his beak.
Jun Zhangyue looked up at the bloody corpse on the city wall sadly, his eyes were red, and he didn't dare to look any more, "Let's go." After all, it's none of his business.
In the palace, Commander Xuan Jia carried Nie Jia all the way back to Chiyun Palace. Seeing that the silver bells in the palace were gone, he didn’t say anything. He just put him on the bed and knelt down on one knee to put his cold feet on the bed. Holding it in his arms, he raised his eyes and said softly: "Did you get hurt just now?"
Nie Jia shook her head with tears in her eyes and said, "I'm fine."
"I found a prescription in the Nanyi palace, and brought it back together with the medicinal materials. I heard that it can sustain the tendons, and I just asked people to go down to prepare it. Is the king willing to try it?" He asked with concern. At this time, he mentioned the little king With the crippled legs, there was a burst of pain in my heart like a knife and an axe, and I just wished I could go back and kill the self who was so late!
Nie Jia nodded, and stretched out her hand to touch her lover's cold visor, her voice was extremely gentle, "You can call me by my name."
The man didn't shirk at all, and looked at him with joy and doting eyes, "Longevity."
"What about you? I never knew your name." Nie Jia said.
His brows softened, "Xuanjia Twenty-One has no name, Wang."
Nie Jia was slightly taken aback, only then did he realize that it was true, the twenty-one members of Xuanjia were the guardians of the king, and they didn't need names.
"Then I'll give you a name, and you'll be called Shi Chen from now on, okay?" Nie Jia held his big hand with cold little paws, and slowly wrote the word "Chen" on his palm.
"Shi Chen." He clasped five fingers and gently held Nie Jia's hand in the palm of his hand, with a flash of intense emotion in his eyes.
Nie Jia pursed her lips and smiled, the tears in her eyes had dried up, leaving only tenderness in her heart. He noticed that Shi Chen's military uniform had been soaked and dried with blood countless times, so he called for someone to bring him clean clothes to change into.
Shi Chen seemed to remember how dirty he was at this time, and hurriedly put the little monarch's legs under the brocade quilt, and took two steps back, "Rongchen takes a bath and changes clothes before serving the king."
Nie Jia tilted his head, his eyes immediately filled with reluctance, and he reached out for a hug: "Take me there."
Shi Chen was taken aback for a moment, his wolf eyes straightened, and he didn't know what kind of expression he had under his mask.
Who can resist the paranoid little monarch, instead of letting him go, he even left him in Chiyun Palace to watch him take a bath. Nie Jia didn't follow Shi Chen into the water, and he was relieved when he saw that his body had taken off his martial clothes and there was no new wound. It's great that he wasn't injured.
When Chen was soaking in the bathtub, Nie Jia was waiting beside him, looking at his lover's tall and wet body, his heart was sweet and itchy.
Not long after, Shi Chen cleaned himself up, dressed stiffly under the gaze of the little king, and his heart was about to pop out of his mouth.
"You came back from Nanyi, the boats and cars are tiring, and the weather is so cold, you should take a good rest." On the way to be held by Shi Chen again in the meeting hall, Nie Jia leaned on his broad shoulders and gently blown wind into his ears.
Shi Chen's back stiffened, the closer he was to the little monarch, the more treasonous thoughts arose in his heart, just after he got out of the bath, his back was soaked with sweat. Nie Jiayou didn't know that he was going to piss Shi Chen off, and he was still nestling in the man's arms and scratching at the man's heart one by one.
Fortunately, the palace servants standing in the bedroom interrupted Nie Jia's harassing Shi Chen, and the palace servants knelt all over the ground as soon as they entered the door. They really didn't dare to take a second look at the scene of the king being carried in.
"Get out." Shi Chen's voice was hoarse, and he coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe.
Nie Jia couldn't help smiling, and took a bite on his neck, and immediately felt the tightness and stiffness from his lover's arms.
The palace servants hurriedly backed out, Shi Chen strode forward and put Nie Jia on the bed, beside the bed was a bucket of medicine that the palace maids had just brought in, and there was still a faint scent of medicine in the bucket.
Shi Chen knelt on one knee beside the bed, and soaked the little monarch's scarred legs in the medicine barrel. At this moment, any charming emotions dissipated, looking at the little monarch's slender legs that seemed to be broken if they were folded , leaving nothing but regret and heartache.
"My legs will be fine." Nie Jia could see his sudden depression, and quickly comforted him: "Since it's something from the Nanyi Palace, of course it's effective, I believe you."
Shi Chen looked up at him, breathing heavily.
Nie Jia just smiled at him, with a sweet smile, not as dark and deep as before.
Shi Chen also softened his gaze, dipped his hands in the medicine bucket and gently stroked his legs, "I will definitely find a way to heal your legs."
"Well, you will." Nie Jia pinched his ears.
He chatted with Shi Chen like this, and after soaking for about half a stick of incense, Shi Chen tucked himself back into the bed.
After lunch, it was snowing outside again. Shi Chen turned on the charcoal fire in the hearth, and leaned on the bedside to tell the little monarch about the current situation in Nanyi, until he found that the person on the bed was a little mentally ill, so he lowered his voice and said: "Sleep when you're sleepy, I'm here to guard you."
Nie Jia used supernatural powers to reshape the broken bones a little bit, and then collapsed so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He held Shi Chen's little finger, lifted a corner of the quilt and said drowsily: "It's so cold, my body hurts, I want you to hug me." sleep with me."
Seeing his pale face, Shi Chen felt sorry for him, so he kicked off his military boots and lay down beside Nie Jia without any hesitation. Gently coaxed: "Sleep, I will always be by your side."
The body of the martial arts practitioner was as hot as a branding iron, Nie Jia slipped into Shi Chen's arms contentedly, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep peacefully.
Listening to the little monarch's gradual and even breathing, Shi Chen's eyes slowly filled with a thin layer of blood. A very light whistle sounded from under the visor, and immediately a black figure rolled down from the beam and knelt down on one knee.
Shi Chen turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the Xuanjia, and made two gestures with cold eyes.
Xuan Jia immediately cupped his fists, "This subordinate takes orders."
With a wave of Shi Chen's hand, Xuanjia immediately exited the hall and disappeared into the boundless snow.
As soon as Shi Chen returned to Zhuolu City, the atmosphere in the city suddenly changed. It was as if a whole pot of boiling water had been thrown into a cold pool. Not to mention the quail.
But some people deserve to die. In the afternoon, a certain military minister and the commander of the Habayashi Army died on the street. The death was horrific. I want to know who did it. Kneeling on the side of the street and not even daring to cry.
For a moment, not to mention the court, the entire Zhuolu City was in panic.
After Shi Chen came back, Nie Jia didn't care about anything, and didn't go to the court. Naturally, he didn't notice that there were few ministers missing in the court, and he only stayed with Shi Chen every day, and became a complete fool.
Half a month later, Shi Chen held Nie Jia's slender ankle and said worriedly: "It's been so long, but it doesn't have any effect."
"Yes, look." Nie Jia moved his round five toes with difficulty. He could completely overdraw the power to cure the disability of his legs at once, but he didn't know how long it would take him to sleep before he could rest. In the past half a month, he has been repairing his legs intermittently, but Jun Changsheng's injury is so serious that he has only recovered to this level after half a month.
Besides, before his legs get better, Shi Chen can hug him wherever he goes, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad for Nie Jia.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Chen stared at his toes with dumbfounded eyes, then suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
"Soon, I will be able to walk around on the ground and fight side by side with you." Nie Jia smiled embarrassedly. He spent a lot of effort to repair the bones and tendons, and now only the flesh wounds are left, which will heal soon up.
Shi Chen still looked at him foolishly, then slowly frowned, with tears in his eyes.
Seeing his joyful and self-blame look, Nie Jia couldn't help feeling distressed, and tapped his faceplate lightly with his fingertips, "Can this be taken off?"
Shi Chen's gaze was gentle, and he stretched his five fingers on the visor to remove the cold steel that covered half of his face. Nie Jia quickly kissed him on the lips, looked closely into his eyes and said softly: " You cured my leg, what reward do you want?"