Chapter 47

There was an epic silence.

Only Dahei sneezed, then stuck out his tongue and barked twice.

Welcome your colleagues.

Qu Watanabe didn't know what was going on why Yi Twelve appeared in front of him. Aren't secret guards not allowed to show up in public? Should he say that he knew him?

After struggling for a long time, he uttered a few words: "Wow, you smell so good..."

Seeing that the person coming had no ill intentions, Wen Xiaochun let down his guard and took a step back.

The master chef said, "How dare you appear in front of the Seventh Prince and scare him? Why are you dressed like this? Get out of the way!"

A question mark popped up on Qu Duanbian's forehead: "Do you know each other?"

The master chef frowned, his expression full of displeasure, and he was directed at Yi Twelve.

"Seventh Prince, you don't know that this person suddenly came to the martial arts arena. He didn't work properly after he came. He was idle all day and didn't talk. I don't know what he did."

"With a mask on, you can't even see his entire face. Who knows if he has any tattoos on his face, or if he's a criminal who got in through connections... Anyway, he looks weird, and he's not a good person. Your Highness should stay away from him."

Qu Watanabe fell silent.

An outrageous thought came to his mind: could it be that Yi Twelve came here because he was dismissed by the secret guards?

You can't say that the secret guards came to the martial arts arena to experience life. It sounds like they are having a miserable time and are not welcomed.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Yi Twelve thought that the young prince had indeed forgotten him. After all, he had only met the young prince once, and that was at night.

Ye Xiaoyuan also felt unsafe: "Your Highness, listen to the martial arts masters, shall we go?"

Qu Dubian shook his head, then jumped on him happily, "Okay, take me flying."

Yi Twelve squatted down and stretched out his hand slightly, "Hold me tight."

Qu Dubian hugged his neck, Yi Shier pointed his toes and leaped up, petals flying all over the sky. Unlike that night when he was in a hurry to send someone off, he slowed down a lot this time.

But it’s exciting enough!

Flying over eaves and walking on walls, the weightlessness stimulated his senses.

How cool it would be if I could fly.

Qu Dubian leaned close to Yi Twelve's ear and said, "Big black moth?"

Yi Twelve gasped, turned over suddenly, and landed steadily on the roof tiles. He said silently: "Your Highness recognized me."

"I recognized you as soon as we met," Qu Dubian said in a confused voice, "but His Majesty said you can't show up."

Yi Twelve could only say, "I changed jobs."

"Have you been here? How long have you been here?"

"I have been the chief designer here for some time. And—"

Yi Twelve stopped on the treetop and looked down at him.

His shocked expression was too obvious. Yi Twelve glanced at the nervous people in the martial arts arena, flew down from the treetops, and went directly to the tree behind the wall of the martial arts arena.

There's no one here.

He put Qu Dubian down and knelt on one knee. Although the little prince seemed to vaguely know his identity, there were some things that he could not say in front of others, or even say them openly.

B12: "Working in the martial arts arena is just a place to stay. I belong to you now."

Qu Watanabe's pupils shook.

What does it mean to belong to him?

"After we meet, I will be under your care, and the monthly salary will be distributed by you. If you don't want me to live in the martial arts arena, you have to take care of my accommodation."

What kind of elite large-scale job-hopping discussion on salary and benefits is this?

Yi Twelve thought he didn't understand, so he said softly, "Or we can just keep the status quo. I'll be with Your Highness during the day. If you need me, just call me."

Qu Dubian finally sorted out the information he had received during this period of time.

The main reason was that he didn't expect Lao Deng to give the secret guard to him directly. At first he thought it was good enough to let the person go.

The result was given like this? ?

And it's all intact.

It was because of him that Yi Twelve lost his iron rice bowl in the system. Qu Duan patted his chest and said, "Let's do it as before. I'll give you two monthly salaries!"

With a few pieces of cheap dad's gold, he directly bought a whole year's worth of food.

[Favorability +5

Yi Twelve Favorability: 10]

Qu Watanabe: "What's your name?"

Logically, he shouldn't know, so he has to ask, otherwise he can't keep calling him Big Black Moth, right? What does Big Black think?

And if it gets out, everyone will know that Qu Watanabe doesn't know how to name himself.

Yi Twelve: "My original name is Yi Twelve. I shouldn't call you that anymore."

He raised his head slightly.

"Ask me to choose one," Qu Dubian scratched his head, thinking hard, and suddenly clenched his right fist and hammered it into the palm of his left hand, "I know, the new name is--"

He was certain: "Yi 66!"

Liuliu Dashun, this name is cute and adorable. Mr. Dark Guard who appears scattering flower petals may have a girl's heart.

“…………”

Yi Twelve remained silent, and tried to round up what he had just said, "I shouldn't call you that in the future, but I feel I'm used to it, so there's no need to change it."

Qu Watanabe felt a little regretful: "Well, I'll call you that myself."

"Then you want to come back with me?"

There was a call from behind. They couldn't stay here all the time. Ye Banban and Xiaochun would be worried.

B Twelve: "Your Highness, it's best if I don't show up unless it's normal. Especially in the Purple Palace."

He was familiar with the hiding techniques of the secret guards. If he got close to the Purple Palace, he would receive warnings and threats from other secret guards. If this happened too often, his former colleagues would even kill him.

Qu Watanabe's eyes sparkled: "I understand. Can you teach me how to circulate the true energy?"

Those who work as secret guards and concealed personnel, even if their internal strength is not deep, their control over true energy is meticulous.

Yi Twelve did not refuse directly like the martial arts masters, but felt his internal injuries and said thoughtfully: "It will take another three days, preferably at night, when the true energy is the quietest."

He knew that the young prince had to practice Tai Chi every day, so he was not surprised when Qu Dubian asked him these questions.

Yi Twelve stretched out his hand and placed his fingertips on Qu Dubian's forehead, the center of his sternum, and his dantian in his abdomen.

An extremely subtle feeling of heat slid along his fingertips, fell down along the blood vessel, and then disappeared.

If the true qi is not enough, it cannot break through the Dantian, and there is no way to store it. And the huge true qi needs a good inner meridian to support the operation, day after day, to strengthen the meridians, and finally to break through the Dantian.

The impact step is very dangerous, if you are not careful you will end up in disaster.

Therefore, throughout the dynasties, there were very few royal family members who had cultivated internal strength, let alone emperors. They basically recruited guards from other places and trained secret guards.

Most of the other people in the world who practice martial arts only stay at the level of external kung fu, and those without the guidance of a master cannot even get into the door.

Qu Duanbian touched his head and said, "Amazing."

"This is a vertical running route that all mental methods that can be used to cultivate internal strength will pass through." More complex ones require more precise operations, which are not possible now.

The mental methods are different, and the acupoints through the meridians are also different.

Qu Watanabe understood.

"Then how can I get something that was so hot on your fingers just now."

Yi Twelve thought for a while and said: "If one reads the inner strength skills carefully, talented people will develop a sense of it." However, he cannot give his skills to the young prince. The skills used by the secret guards are basically quick-learning and very dangerous to practice.

Qu Watanabe: "Liu Liu, you are so nice. Let's go back."

Keeping silent about this name was Yi Shijiu's biggest rejection, and he flew back with him again.

After brushing off the plum blossom scent on his body, Qu Dubian stood in the courtyard and said to the martial arts masters: "He will be my exclusive martial arts master from now on. You are not allowed to bully him."

He clenched his fist and waved it viciously: "If I know that you bullied him, I will be angry."

The martial arts masters looked at each other, clasped their fists and said, "Yes!"

The weirdo found himself a good backer after this trip.

Qu Watanabe: "Liuliu, I'm leaving now. I'm quite busy today."

B12: “Yeah.”

In fact, he also has to go to work.

Qu Dubian left in a doggie cart, and Yi Twelve hid in the dark and followed him.

The martial arts masters found that the twelve people were missing again, and they were indignant: "That Liuliu is lazy again! Let's see how long the Seventh Prince can remember him!"

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Qu Watanabe has a very busy schedule.

After leaving the martial arts arena, he ran to the kitchen and asked the palace servants to go to the Sixth Palace in the East Garden to bring milk tea to his brothers.

He originally planned to leave after sending her off, as he also had to rush to Shunning Palace for lunch.

But Master Fang pushed open the window and stuck his head out: "Seventh Prince! I have something to ask you!"

He roared with all his might, and the snow on the bamboo branches was shaken off.

Qu Watanabe looked back guiltily in the puppy cart.

After Master Fang stopped him, he asked the students to drink milk tea as a break, and he put down his books and came out.

"Why doesn't His Highness the Seventh Prince come to the academy?"

Qu Dubian thought, it's just to improve his favorability, and he's not even three years old yet! After he turns three, he's not free anymore, he has to stay in school, and at most he only has five months left to run around the palace all day.

He said, "I still did the homework that the teacher left for me."

Ye Xiaoyuan nodded and spoke well of his Highness: "Yes, except when he is sick, he practices calligraphy every day."

Master Fang also knew that he was ill. When he got better for the first time, he thought the baby would come, but he didn't expect that he would fall ill again not long after.

No one would believe him if he told others that he was the grandson of Marquis Zhijian.

Master Fang stroked his beard and said, "It's better to play more. Being influenced by the words of the saints too early... is not conducive to the release of nature. Why don't you go in and talk to your brothers?"

Seeing that he didn't hold on to the matter, Qu Dubian breathed a sigh of relief.

He liked Master Fang very much and didn't want to make him angry.

The two teachers he has met so far are both very interesting and their lectures are interesting. He doesn't want to suffer the hardship of studying, but if he wants to survive in the Great Zhou, the history and laws of this dynasty are things he must learn about.

We will inevitably have to deal with each other in the future.

Fang Taifu hesitated, "Today, His Majesty is in the court..."

Qu Dubian looked up alertly: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Master Fang patted his head and said, "Perhaps His Majesty will tell you in person. The whole palace should know about it by now."

After saying that, he left.

Qu Dubian was confused and then became angry. What's the point of saying something halfway? It's really annoying.

However, he soon found out what news Master Fang was talking about.

Shunning Palace.

During lunch, Concubine Xuan wiped the sweat off the forehead of her little dinner partner and told him something.

"Your grandfather is coming back."

Qu Dubian opened his eyes slightly.

As the year draws to a close, many officials return to Beijing to report on their work. Depending on the distance of their work location, some officials return every two years, some every three years, and some return every five years. After their term is up, the central government reviews their merits and demerits and directly promotes, demotes, or transfers them.

But there is one exception.

Although there are no explicit regulations for commanders guarding the border, they are required to return only when the emperor recalls them. If they do not return in accordance with the six golden orders during non-wartime, they will be directly labeled as traitors.

And today during the morning court session.

An urgent letter came at a speed of 800 miles and was handed to the emperor. It carried the chilling breath of the northern border, and on it were written a few bold characters that could be seen through the back of the paper:

Sword-wielding Marquis Xu Jin requests to return to the capital to report on his work!

The emperor said, "Yes."