"How can such a thin child protect me? If I don't abandon you, you're just perfunctory!"
Ji still remembers that she was regarded as a weakling when she first met her master Ning Xizui, but she quickly proved herself with her strength, including winning a martial arts competition with General Lu Feidu, and saving two lives in Yao Country.
Next, Ning Xizui was attacked secretly.
A few killers are nothing to Matsuri, they are at most bigger than ants. Why should she be afraid after she has killed many people? Human blood is warm and red, which she has known since she was a child.
She knows clearly and knows that once she loses her scarlet-hot blood, she will die. She will no longer be able to move or speak like her mother, and her mission is to turn all those who want to harm the Lord into corpses, so that they will never be able to speak again.
Won't show up, won't let myself cry.
If the master dies, her heart will definitely be very painful, so painful that it will break into pieces.
"Sacrifice."
"Yes, I am!" The cold and stern expression disappeared from the young face, and was replaced by a blank look in an instant. He jumped up and quickly walked to the door of the room, and asked cautiously through the door, "Is there something wrong, Master? Are you okay?
Add hot water?"
The sound of rushing water could be clearly heard, and one couldn't help but think about how the people inside would feel enjoying themselves while taking a bath. When Matsuri realized that this was a very unkind and rogue thought, two more words appeared on his face.
The group is crimson.
"No hot water, it's already washed." Ning Xizui's voice continued, seeming a little helpless, "Coat, I forgot to bring my coat in, my coat..."
Ji Sha stood there in confusion for a long time, then suddenly remembered that he had indeed forgotten to prepare a change of clothes for Ning Xizui, he slapped his forehead, raised his feet and ran to get the clothes.
Ning Xizui is a person who loves cleanliness. She doesn’t care whether her clothes are new or old, but they must be washed clean and without stains. After taking over the full protection and care of Ning Xizui’s daily life, Ji kept these things in mind and was extra careful every time she washed clothes.
Working hard always takes a lot more time than others. Thanks to his carefulness, Ji became the only servant who was not embarrassed by the title of Wujiang - should he be called a servant? If not, there is no other suitable title. Anyway, Ji thinks he is
He is just an unlucky servant who was dragged into taking the blame by his unscrupulous master.
"My Lord, I'll give you a coat." After getting the flatly folded coat, the priest stood in front of the door and knocked twice. There was another sound of water inside, and then there was silence for a while.
"Ji, do you want me to open the door and get my coat naked?"
Naked... naked...?
Blushing and heartbeating for no apparent reason, Ji took a deep breath and muttered incoherently: "Want to send it in? Put on the middle coat first... My lord, put on the middle coat first!"
She can't be allowed to face a naked man who just came out of the bath, right?!
Seemingly aware of Ji's embarrassment, Ning Xizui did not continue to respond with a helpless tone, but changed into a very serious tone: "I am very pleased that Ji has the self-awareness of being a woman. But I'd better send the coat in as soon as possible.
, so cold.”
Looking up at the cloudy night sky, I suddenly remembered that the autumn night was still very cold, and I would indeed catch a cold after bathing wearing only my middle coat. Matsuri scratched his head in embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and banged open the door.
"I, I, I, I'm in!"
"Just come in, why make such a loud noise?"
The mist was a bit thick, and the line of sight was not very clear. In addition, the lights in the room were dim, so Matsuri could barely make out a figure standing behind the screen.
Fortunately, you can tell by looking at the shadow that he is wearing middle clothes.
"Master, coat."
Across the screen, Ji Zhan handed over the clothes cautiously, probably because he was too nervous. Before Ning Xizui could catch the clothes, Ji released his hand first, and the clothes naturally fell to the ground.
If it's dirty, it has to be washed again. Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the most important thing is that Ning Xizui only brought a change of clothes when he went out this time. What should he wear if they are dirty? Ji almost subconsciously reached out to grab the coat, and with this
At the same time, the hand stretched out from behind the screen also stretched out to the same place, and the two palms, one big and one small, touched together without any surprise.
That hand is no stranger to Matsuri. It is very white and has slender fingers. Although it is not as delicate and delicate as a woman, it is still as delicate as a scholar. It often makes the calloused hands envious of Matsuri, and the warmth that comes from the moment of skin contact is even more...
It made her panic, there was a bang in her head, and her steps staggered.
boom--
As a result of the panic, the innocent screen was knocked down, and Ning Xizui, who was slightly stunned behind the screen, was completely exposed.
For the convenience of bathing, Ning Xizui tied up her long, light blond hair with a cloth tie. The wet hair tips just fell to her shoulders. Transparent water droplets gathered leisurely, dripped, and snaked down along the clear lines of her chest.
Different from the impression in Ji's mind that he was incompetent in martial arts and a bit lazy, Ning Xizui's chest could be said to be very broad and strong. Her fair skin was exposed to the air through the hem of her unknotted middle coat, and she had the sloppy look she was used to.
The dim light and moist water vapor add a third degree of ambiguity to the posture.
It was supposed to be a scene where a joke could be made, but the development of the matter was not at all joyful.
The cat-like cautious eyes suddenly became messy, and the frightened expression froze on the young face, making Ning Xizui's playful smile gradually disappear.
Through those clean eyes, he saw fear.
"Sacrifice." He stretched out his hand towards the trembling woman, only to hear a shrill scream and run away.
Ning Xizui frowned and looked at Ji's fleeing back. The warmth in his chest was taken away by the blowing wind, leaving only a piece of ice and cold. He bent down to hold up the deliberately knocked down screen and sighed deeply. Ning Xizui couldn't help but smile bitterly - it was stained by water.
Obviously, the coat can no longer be worn on the body, as if there are some memories that are difficult to clean once touched by dirty things.
That trip left Ning Xi in a state of drunkenness and embarrassment. She ran to the innkeeper shivering in her middle coat at night to ask for permission to borrow some clothes. When she returned to Monan, she was severely kicked by Su Buqi. Until three days later, she looked blank.
It was only when he returned to the palace that he ended his miserable life of being ridiculed and fought with fists. However, the central figure in the incident, Matsuri, had no memory of what happened that night.
"It turns out I really forgot..." Ning Xizui was still filled with emotion when he sneezed and apologized to Su Buqi.
"I said, don't open her forbidden area." Su Buqi's reply was very cold, as if he was extremely disgusted with Ning Xizui's behavior, "It took me four years to make her forget those things, you want to destroy her again
?”
Ning Xizui shrugged noncommittally, looking quietly at Ji who was staring at the sky outside the room in a daze. For a long time, a faint smile curled up on his lips.
"Buqi, you once said that you hate men, right? But she was very happy when she was with me, and I thought... maybe I could pull her back from that bottomless nightmare."
"Probably because you don't look like a man."
"Ah, whatever, doesn't Matsuri look like a woman?" He leaned back lazily in his chair, his green eyes narrowed into a slit, he blinked slightly, and the king of a country chuckled like a naughty boy.