The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 65 Drunkenness

Zhao Jin was waving his horsewhip at the moment, stumbling around the house, knocking down the furnishings in the house from time to time.

Some pieces of broken porcelain fell on the ground, seeing An Twelve was terrified, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Jin's wrist, coaxing: "Master, watch your feet, can Twelve get someone to prepare sober soup?"

Zhao Jin hiccupped, his eyes blurred and his head dazed at the moment, he poked An Twelve with his white fingers, and said in a daze, "Hey, why do I think you look so familiar."

Suddenly Zhao Jin seemed to think of something, and suddenly patted An Twelve on the shoulder, leaning half of his body on An Twelve and laughing loudly.

"Brother, I remember, you belong to my family, my family's... big wolf dog!"

Zhao Jin was like a puppy, humming and chirping, leaning against An Shier's neck, rubbing back and forth, his cheeks flushed, and he slowly closed his eyes.

An Twelve couldn't laugh or cry, he could only stretch out his hand to support Zhao Jin, fearing that the broken porcelain pieces on the ground would hurt his master's feet.

At this moment, the people outside the house also heard that something was wrong, and a few people rushed in with a huff. The adults in official uniforms were also a little dumbfounded when they saw the scene in the house at this moment.

The prince doesn't like people to follow, he always says that there is no privacy, and most of the hidden guards around him are sent out by him to perform tasks.

This trip south to Guangdong and Guangxi, thinking of so many guards on the way, and Dark Twelve, I didn't deliberately keep the dark guards by my side, and this happened today.

Today it's just the people below flattering the master, if someone really has bad intentions, the consequences will be disastrous, thinking back now, An Twelve is full of fear and chills down the spine.

Master Du entered the room and saw that the ground was in a mess, his eyes widened in an instant, he took two steps forward, and looked at Zhao Jin who was leaning on An Twelve with his eyes closed and called out softly.

"My lord, how are you doing, my lord? Shall I order you some hangover soup?"

Zhao Jin closed his eyes as if he was asleep, and ignored what he said.

Mrs. Du is also sweating on his forehead at the moment, he didn't expect that he even slapped the horse's hoof when he flattered himself, if the matter can't end, it will be broken.

Now the only one who knows the whole thing is the black-clothed guard, he rolled his eyes, pointed at An Twelve and cursed sharply.

"Well, you are a villain. The person who broke into the prince's room and injured the prince. I think you want to murder the prince. You have evil intentions. Even if you are the personal guard of the prince, you can't have such courage. Come on! Put him down on me."

An Twelve's face turned cold at the moment, he held the handle of the dagger at his waist with one hand, and his voice was also cold.

"The incense in the house confuses the mind and is harmful to the body. You are really brave. How many heads of your nine clans are enough to chop off the prince of the dynasty? Now the prince is drunk and unwell. As for how to deal with it later , wait until the prince wakes up, and then make a decision."

"Don't be aggressive and turn the truth upside down here."

Mr. Du and his colleagues were roasted on the fire, a little scared, and didn't know what to do.

Master Du gritted his teeth, and a vicious look flashed in his eyes.

"My lord guard, don't be aggressive. I only came to the banquet because I admired the honor of the prince. You broke in indiscriminately and slandered the court official. What crime should you deserve!"

Although Master Du spoke harshly, his voice was extremely low, and he didn't want to make too much noise and disturb the outside of the courtyard. What came with him was that his brains were too big, and even a few heads were not enough to cut off.

The accompanying county magistrates looked at each other in dismay, almost in the mood to cry, they just came to flirt, wanting to gain face in front of the prince, but they did not expect to make such a fuss like today.

Look at that Yuyan girl again.The bloodstain drawn from the face was like a hideous scar on everyone's face, and the mouth couldn't help but feel bitter.

Dark Twelve can naturally raise his voice and call other people's guards, but in this scene, anyone who has a little knowledge of medicine knows what the incense in the room is for, and the handsome man The spread of a woman's embarrassing appearance will hinder the prince's reputation,

Everyone didn't pay attention to it. Zhao Jin, who had been quiet just now, suddenly woke up, his eyes widened menacingly, and he looked at the crowd and swung his whip towards the face of Master Du who was standing at the front.

Slap it.

There was a blood-red mark on Master Du's slightly fat face.

"Ah! My lord, there is something wrong with the lower officials!"

At this moment, Master Du saw Zhao Jin's expressionless face, his eyes were wide open, his legs were trembling, and he knelt down with a plop.

Mumu Zhao Jin raised his arm, maintaining the appearance of waving a whip, and said in a flat voice: "Get out!"

Master Du took a few steps on his knees, pleading all over his face: "My lord, my lord, please spare me, my lord, I just got confused for a while."

Snapped!

Everyone grabbed a piece of their body violently, looked intently, and saw that the whip had been slammed into the air and hit the ground, the prince's face was still expressionless, and his voice was even colder, which was terrifying.

Master Du is still ugly at the moment, dare not say more, kowtowed his head tremblingly, and ran out with his ass dripping, not even Yuyan and Fengzhu who were kneeling on the ground in the room Dare to stay longer, silently kowtowed three times, and left in despair, even closing the door before leaving.

Zhao Jin is standing upright now, with his back straighter, his eyes glazed over, and his arm still holding the whip high. If someone is not familiar with him, he would think that he is furious at this moment.

Of course, An Twelve has been with Zhao Jin for a long time, and he knows his temperament and behavior very well. Seeing this, the master is really a little delirious. He hurriedly stepped forward to hold Zhao Jin's right hand holding the whip, and coaxed softly. : "Give me the whip, master."

Zhao Jin turned his head awkwardly, looked at An Twelve for a while and let go of the whip in his hand, leaned on An Twelve, gently rubbed his hot cheeks, and complained aggrievedly.

"Uncomfortable..."

An Twelve was startled and thought that the incense would be harmful to Zhao Jin's body, so he hurriedly checked Zhao Jin up and down, his voice a little anxious.

"Master! Where are you feeling uncomfortable? It's all my fault. I'll ask the government doctor to come and see you."

With dark eyes, Zhao Jin looked at An Twelve's wronged Baba, who pulled the opponent's hand, lifted the hem of his clothes, and put it on Xiao Jin, his classmate who was very excited today.

"Uncomfortable..."

An Twelve's ears turned red all over his body, and he held Zhao Jin's wrist with his backhand, always paying attention to avoiding the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, carefully helping him to go out, and said in a low voice: "Master, this house is probably If you can't sleep anymore, let others clean up, and this subordinate will accompany you to another room."

Dark Twelve's voice paused for a moment, looking at Zhao Jin, staring at his eyes all the time, his heart skipped a beat when he saw that his dark eyes were full of his fellow Taoists who hadn't come, and his ears became redder.

"Twelve will serve you, and you won't feel uncomfortable after a while."

"Yeah." After Zhao Jin heard this, the corners of his mouth parted slightly, with a smile all over his face, he nodded solemnly, and obediently followed An Twelve out of the room.

Although the incense in this room was extinguished by Dark Twelve, there are always remnants in the room, and Zhao Jin has already been poisoned by his strange feelings, so it is better to be less exposed to these things.

The two of them left the courtyard, and the servants were waiting outside. Yu Huan, the leader, stood among the crowd, with her head lowered, and she stepped forward a few steps with some anxiety on her face.

"My lord..."

As soon as Yu Huan made a sound, she wanted to step forward, her dark twelve eyes turned cold, and she looked at the other party with murderous intent.

"Since we are at the master's side, we must obey the master's orders and put the master's will first. No one can be arrogant. No matter who is in this yard, he is not qualified to be the second master!"

With An Twelve's current status, to be honest, he is not qualified to manage the servants around Zhao Jin, but today's incident really made him furious, and he couldn't help but say these words in one fell swoop.

And these words were like a resounding slap on Yu Huan's face. Her complexion was green and white, she tightly clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand, and bit her lips tightly, so she didn't make any sound.

An Twelve helped Zhao Jin walk out of the small courtyard, only to see Sun He approaching from afar with an anxious face on his face, An Twelve calmed down a little: "Master also drank too much, ask the back chef to prepare some hangover soup, and Refreshing noodle soup, prepare bath water for master after ordering."

Sun He was sent out by Yu Huan, and when she came back with big and small bags, she was still a little confused when she saw the look in the courtyard.

But he has been by Zhao Jin's side all year round, so he naturally knows the position of An Twelve in the prince's heart, so he nodded, and then looked suspiciously at Yu Huan with a frown.

Yu Huan snorted coldly when she saw An Shier supporting Zhao Jin to the next courtyard.

"Look at what I'm doing? Don't go in and clean, everyone is too lazy to cramp and chop their bones!"

What he said made Sun He angry behind him, he jumped up and wanted to quarrel with Yu Huan face to face, but after Yu Huan said these words in a strange way, she shook her handkerchief, turned around and left.

Sun He fell on his back in anger, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. He directed these little eunuchs and maids, and his voice was inevitably a little angry.

"What are you looking at? What's the use of you? You can't even serve the prince well. If you don't serve him in the house, you will be outside one by one. In the future, you should be more careful and listen to everyone else, your master." But there is only one!"

The little eunuchs and maids below looked at each other, bowed their heads in response, and obediently went into the inner room to clean up.

Besides, An Shier helped Zhao Jin to another yard of the inn, and someone in the house had already prepared warm bath water.

The robe on Zhao Jin's body was wet with wine, exuding a faint aroma of wine.

An Twelve helped Zhao Jin to take a bath, then he brought the hangover soup and put it in front of Zhao Jin. Seeing his master's slightly wrinkled nose, he coaxed in a low voice: "Master, be good, just drink this bowl and you'll be fine." It's not uncomfortable anymore."

At this moment, Zhao Jin was sticking to An Twelve's body like a child, with his wet long hair hanging behind him, looking at the bowl of hangover soup with distaste.

"Drink? Will you sleep with me?"

"Cough cough..." An Twelve coughed violently, choking on his own saliva, the drunken master really spoke bluntly.

The tips of his ears were reddish, but he didn't evade. He brought the bowl to Zhao Jin's lips, and nodded slightly.