Emperor Xiu nodded, walked to the window and sat down.

Qin Shang turned around and poured him tea. The fragrance of tea was lingering, causing the air to be a little quiet for no reason.

Emperor Xiu took a sip of tea casually and sat quietly holding a cup. Qin Shang stood for a while and asked warmly: "Are you tired? I'll press the master?"

The Emperor Xiu paused slightly, leaning against the soft couch, quietly looking up at Qin Shang, with a touch of indecision in his eyes.

Qin Shang knew what he was exploring, but he just stood with his lips pursed, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered.

After being close to his master for decades, his character has long been as calm as a mountain and as gentle as water. He doesn't want to continue to disguise the childishness and willfulness of a seventeen-year-old boy, and he doesn't even have the fear that he had never been able to control before.

Although he was still a little worried, it was because he cared too much.

He doesn't want to make his master unhappy anymore, nor does he have to be a docile subordinate, but his life has passed in a blink of an eye. He doesn't want to waste some meaningless things, he just wants to grasp them well.

Even though he is not as close as his previous life, Qin Shang doesn't care. Compared to those, he wants to take good care of this Pavilion Master who is already at the top but has long been used to Dugu.

The Emperor Xiu quickly withdrew his gaze and sat quietly with his eyes closed. His indifferent and noble eyebrows could not see any emotional fluctuations.

So Qin Shang thought he had agreed, raised his hand to put it on his master's temples and pressed it gently, mastering the strength very well. After all, it has been done for decades, so it is difficult to not be able to do so.

Emperor Xiu sat in silence for a moment, but he didn't know if Qin Shang was pressing it to make him feel more comfortable. He put the teacup in his hand, relaxed his body and leaned against the couch, slowly closing his eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Shang saw a touch of soft color in his eyes, and the corners of his lips unconsciously pursed a gentle curve.

After several days of busy life, I read the account book, the file, and listened to the nine hall masters reporting on local affairs. All kinds of complicated matters have to be discussed and decided in these few days. Although I can bear it physically, I will inevitably feel a little tired mentally.

But the master has always been accustomed to being indifferent, and his emotions are not reflected in his expression. He looks indifferent in front of everyone. In the hearts of the Lord of the Nine Pavilion and his subordinates, the Lord of the Pavilion is a high god, omnipotent, never tired, everything is under his control...

Qin Shang once thought so.

But the experiences in his previous life made him know that the master is also a human being, not a god, he will be tired, tired, and spend too much cultivation will greatly damage his vitality, leaving behind a root of the disease, and one day he will face death.

He is just a mortal, but he is more noble than ordinary people, has stronger abilities, and is colder in nature. Others are born, old, sick and dead.

No one lives longer than anyone else.

As time passed little by little, it was getting dark outside, Qin Shang said, "Is the master hungry?"

Emperor Xiu still closed his eyes quietly, Qinggui's face was dyed with a pure color like glazed, and he said lazyly: "It's okay."

"Is it okay for the master to stay here for dinner tonight?" he asked. "The masters are too noisy to disturb the master's quietness."

The Emperor Xiu didn't say anything or respond, but he looked like he responded silently.

Qin Shang's mouth raised slightly, his voice seemed to be stained with mist, and it became softer and softer: "I asked them to prepare some lightweight things for the master to bring them over."

As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the hall.
Chapter completed!