Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Who does my heart burn with?

Xiao Qi knelt on the ground: "The slave has a low status and is not worthy of being treated like this by the master. Even if the master is different from other women, he should not be too close to an eunuch. Master, please... treat the slave like an ox or a horse."

He still said these words, saying goodbye to those touches and kisses in this self-contemptuous way.

Xiao Qi's back trembled slightly, and for the first time he completely accepted his identity as a humble eunuch.

The arrogance and unyieldingness in him were the only torches he had left to support himself. Wei Huaien saved him when they were about to be extinguished and left hope in his soul.

But at this moment, when he heard that Wei Huai'en had never looked down on the eunuchs, and even sympathized with them and understood them, he could no longer justify his delusion and conspiracy. He did not deserve any pity from her.

Xiao Qi thought that he was different from other eunuchs, and that since he never looked down on himself, he was naturally superior to those people. However, he also had delusions that eunuchs should not have.

Even if you just think about it in your heart, it is disrespectful to your master.

How he wished that he was an ordinary chamberlain who could think of nothing but serving. In this way, he would never know that he was unworthy, nor would he be buried in the mud by guilt and self-blame, and would never have the courage to look up to her again.

The two awakening hearts were separated by a lot of muscles and bones. He didn't know that the reason why he moved all his body and mind towards Wei Huai'en was that like attracts each other. He thought that the mud couldn't see the bright moon, so he even swallowed up the moonlight she shed.

Taste it all.

The master doesn't understand love, so naturally he should let Shui Jing or other female officials teach him.

Who is he?

What is he?

"But you are different from others? You are the one I pulled up with my own hands."

Wei Huaien wanted to touch his earlobe, but Xiao Qi turned his head and avoided it for the first time.

"Master, please don't dirty your hands again."

He knelt on the ground, saluted, and repeated through gritted teeth: "Slave, you are not worthy."

Wei Huai'en looked at his back steadily for a while, then retracted his hand that wanted to hold him.

"Get up, I still have many things to ask you to do."

That's all, I thought there was something different about him. It seems that he is also a guy whose brain has been damaged by etiquette, law and respect.

The bond that goes beyond being a master and a servant is built by trying inappropriate intimacy together. At this time, it is too fragile to be attacked.

However, Wei Huaien will not be bothered by these irrelevant feelings. She has many ideas and plans. In this empty East Palace, Xiao Qi is always more useful than others.

"Master wants slaves to deploy the general's men?"

After hearing Wei Huaien's entire plan, Xiao Qi was still frightened by her boldness and couldn't digest it for a while, but he quickly regained his expression, kept her every word in mind and said sternly: "I obey."

Wei Huai'en didn't care what kind of plan she had just revealed, and even the fact that the emperor was involved did not cause her any panic.

Her hair was almost dry, so she waved her hand to ask Xiao Qi to step back.

"Then go and prepare. There should be a message tomorrow, and there will be no need for anyone to keep vigil tonight."

Xiao Qi knelt on the ground and watched Wei Huai'en's back as he lay down in the tent, then he checked the closed window uneasily.

He blew out most of the candles, but he planned to leave enough lamp oil to burn until dawn.

It seemed like he couldn't sleep, but his master had another battle tomorrow.

His footsteps were gentle, and the bedroom door didn't even make any unnecessary noise. He left like a breeze.

This kind of relationship is good, he can kneel down behind her and deal with everything in the dark, and he can also take care of her life with ulterior admiration like tonight.

It was just right so far, and she was not allowed to go any further. If she still turned around and stretched out her hand to him, he would be burned into a pile of ashes by the ecstasy he should not have.

He needs to remember his identity.

The emperor, Dingyuan Marquis Yan Weiguang, Duan Wang Wei Huairen, Eunuch Le, every minister in the court from top to bottom, as well as his uncle, General Jiang Jue of Zhenxi, plus Xiao Qi, the actions of these people are closely related to Wei Huaien's

I have gone through it countless times in my mind.

Even in her dream, she was still grasping the intricate net and trying to fish out her brother who was sinking in the water with a peaceful look on his face.

"Who on earth, who killed you?"

The palace was completely quiet, but it was able to suppress any of her sleepy murmurs from leaking outside.

The candle flame goes out, burning the unwilling obsession of the living people into clear smoke.

There are some words that only ghosts can know.

Dingyuanhou Mansion.

Yan Weiguang sat in front of the desk, holding the express letter from the palace and reading it word by word several times.

"Brother-in-law, then the prince really won't pursue this matter?"

King Duan was sitting next to the tea table, holding an empty teacup hanging over the table and lighting it, his eyes full of doubt and irritability.

It has happened twice. Once, my uncle swore that the prince would "unfortunately" die from a stray arrow during the spring hunting. The other time, after the prince was attacked at the court meeting a few days ago, my uncle sent a message saying that the prince was digging his own grave.

But every time he believed it was true and prepared money and connections according to his uncle's arrangements, Wei Huaide was like a rabbit, half-stepping into the trap but always escaping without a trace the moment before the net was closed.

Not only would all their preparations be in vain, but they would also be careful of any traces of ending the party.

"Is there really nothing we can do against him?"

"Your Highness, why should you be anxious?"

Yan Weiguang walked to the tea table and poured him a cup of tea himself.

"In the past, we focused on the prince and thought that your second sister was just making trouble. But now it seems that she has not been idle at all during the three months that the prince has been away from the capital."

"Jiarou? Doesn't she always go to the Imperial Temple to worship Buddha and pray for blessings?"

Prince Duan frowned and took a sip of tea.

"What kind of tricks can she make?"

"No."

Yan Weiguang sat down on the other side of the table.

"After the prince returned to the capital, he changed his usual soft-spoken approach. First, he sent the assassin directly to Lu Zhong for investigation, and then he beat every government office with the list of ministers who had had banquets with me.

To this day, he actually dared to propose the establishment of the Xuanyu Division to exercise the power of supervising all clan officials. He also used Jiang Jue’s Tiger Guards and the eunuch. I don’t believe that this trick that is stepping on my heart every step of the way is that

A prince can think of it.

Sure enough, I heard that after the court meeting, Taifu Yu and the Crown Prince had a big quarrel, and the Princess Jiarou was also mentioned."

"So what, even if Jiarou came up with these strategies, don't we still have to focus on dealing with the prince?"

King Duan didn't understand why Yan Weiguang talked so much about Wei Huai'en.

"In the past, the prince and His Highness both lost their biological mothers. In the harem, we can rely on the current queen to deal with it, which is already much better than the prince.

But Princess Jiarou has always been favored, and now she is participating in the prince's brain trust, which is much more useful than the queen who has only been around for a long time."

"But... Jiarou is back in the palace now, so we don't have much chance to make a move..."

"Your Highness is thinking too much again."

Yan Weiguang interrupted him.

"She's just a princess, why should she get her hands dirty? Princess Jiarou is already hair-haired, so the marriage still has to be controlled by the queen?

The courtiers who have joined us have many children and grandchildren of the right age. After she gets married, there are many ways to keep her in the back house.

Besides, doesn’t the prince always love this sister?”

Their eyes met, and they knew what they were saying. King Duan stood up and brushed his robe.

"Thank you uncle for giving me some tips today."

"I dare not take it. Your Highness, it is inconvenient for you to take action now, so why not take advantage of this period to hide your capabilities and bide your time. The days are still long, and I will definitely clear the way for Your Highness."

After sending King Duan away, the warmth on Yan Weiguang's face suddenly disappeared. The hem of his meticulous clothes was severely torn loose by him, and he sat leaning on the Taishi chair, calling someone irritably.

"Where are the people? Get in!"

The servants who had hid outside the courtyard because of their master's secret conversation immediately returned to their respective places in silence, fearing that something might have gone wrong that would hinder their master's attention.

Yan Weiguang frowned and thought about countermeasures, but the Xuanyu Division was handed over to Eunuch Le by the emperor, and the people inside were all soldiers brought back by Jiang Jue from the northwest battlefield. For a moment, he couldn't think of a way to intervene.

.

He really hoped that the prince was the biological child of the eldest sister who died young. Prince Duan was stupid and vicious, and could not do anything except killing people.

He also feels irritable every day. He hears the word "kill" too much and feels troubled when he sees these useless people.

"You, go and call Li Kong."

There was a table full of letters to deal with, and after reading so many words, they were all blurred in front of his eyes. Yan Weiguang casually pointed to a servant to find someone in the backyard, then he leaned against the back of the chair with his temples and closed his eyes to take a nap.

"Sir, the master wants you to go to the study."

The servant ran all the way to an empty courtyard in the backyard that did not seem to be occupied by anyone. The young man whose clothes had been torn to pieces by Yan Weiguang in the early morning when the prince returned to the capital was adjusting the strings of the piano in the shadow of the trees.

"I understand, let's get over it."

Li Kong carried Qin and put it back into the house. When he wanted to change out of the green robe that had been washed and turned white, he didn't know what to think of. He first found a piece of cotton clothing to cover Qin, and then turned around and changed it with peace of mind.
To be continued...