Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Li Baili sighed,...
Li Baili sighed, knelt down slowly and pleaded guilty, saying: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty! I didn't mean to embarrass Your Majesty, I just happened to think that this person is destined to be a servant. If Your Majesty thinks it's inappropriate, then forget it."
The current man looked at him with an unclear expression for a long time.
In this quiet atmosphere, everyone around held their breath and knelt down.
Although he did not bring any strangers with him, only his eunuchs, guards and people who were already guarding here protected his safety.
"I can promise you a servant. But when will this servant come into your hands? That's hard to say." The current emperor said to Li Baili with an expressionless face.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." Li Baili said while kneeling.
"If I catch both of them," the emperor suddenly smiled, "I will only give you the one I caught first. I will kill the one I caught later. You don't mind, do you?"
This is a temptation.
He was trying to find out if Li Baili had anyone outside collecting information.
For some reason, he always felt that the power of the previous dynasty had not yet perished.
So he always kept Li Baili, as if Li Baili was a sweet bait that could catch many big fish. As for himself, he was just a fisherman sitting on the Diaoyutai with his eyes closed.
"It's all up to your majesty to decide." Li Baili said calmly.
"You seem to have something to say." The emperor looked at Li Baili carefully and suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that someone came to see you recently. Can you introduce someone to me?
I also want to see who can come and go freely among my guards quietly, come to you, and leave silently without leaving a trace? "
Li Baili originally wanted to tell the current emperor about the situation of the Sword Wielder, but on second thought, she decided to forget it. If she really told him, it would be even more troublesome if she couldn't explain it clearly when asked about it.
It’s better not to mention it and just say that you know nothing.
Li Baili lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I didn't know."
The current emperor looked at him expressionlessly: "I will give you some time to think about it carefully. Think carefully about whether you know it or not. Deceiving the emperor is a serious crime."
Originally, the plan was to execute all nine clans.
But Li Baili had already killed all nine members of his clan, leaving nothing for others to kill.
So the deterrent effect of such words on him is almost zero.
Let’s not talk about it.
Li Baili coughed twice and said, "Your Majesty, I really don't know."
He suddenly thought of a brilliant idea, but it flashed away in his mind and he forgot it the next second.
He tried hard to control his expression so that it wouldn't change too much and get noticed, but he still couldn't help coughing.
So he simply lowered his head and coughed hard, sounding as if he was going to cough out his lungs, so that he would not be easily suspected of having any strange intentions.
He did have some intention, but he himself couldn't remember, so how could he tell? It was better to have nothing at all, just in case.
He took a step back without hesitation, worried that he would catch a cold and infect himself, and stared at him cautiously.
Just at this moment, a gust of wind came from afar, blew around, rolled up the fallen leaves, and suddenly fell to the ground, like a naughty child playing with toys, but it was so cold that it was terribly cold.
Li Baili was coughing and shivering. She looked thinly dressed, pitiful, and weak. She was so frail that she could barely even bear the weight of her clothes.
Today, he felt disgusted by the word he just thought of, frowned, and felt disgusted with Li Baili, a person with a fragile body. He took another step back, looked down at him, and said expressionlessly: "That's it for today."
After saying this, he turned around and left.
The others who followed also turned around hurriedly and followed closely.
The yard was empty and Li Baili was the only one left.
Li Baili stood up from the ground shivering, but her legs felt weak and she was unable to stand up for a while, perhaps because she was too cold after kneeling for so long.
The sword bearer sighed and supported him from the side.
He held the sword holder with one hand and put the other hand on the stool. After standing up, he simply sat on the stool and brushed the dust off his knees with a little effort.
My knee started to hurt again.
Li Baili's expression at that time was indescribable.
The swordsman squatted down, moved his hand away, and rubbed his knee through his clothes. He frowned and frowned, and muttered to him: "Why are you so serious with him? He only comes once every few years? Why bother? If he has the guts, he will cut you into pieces! I want to see if you can live without a body?! Are you afraid of him?"
Somehow, as he spoke, the swordsman's voice began to choke.
Li Baili was startled for a moment, then she smiled and lifted his face to look at him. Seeing that his face was normal, even his eyes were not red, and there were no tears, she smiled and said, "If you don't care, why do this? If others see it, they will think I am pretending. I don't like to do that."
The sword bearer nodded and said, "Whatever."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Let's not bother with them."
Li Baihe nodded and smiled, "That's right."
The swordsman suddenly looked up at him and said, "Why don't I buy you a Buddhist scripture some other day? You can recite it when you have nothing to do. Maybe it will help you calm down. After all, being too emotional can easily make you sick."
As he spoke, the sword bearer lowered his head again and said, "I have to buy you some thick clothes. You are so thin wearing these clothes that you look like you are going to get sick. How can you not wear thick clothes?
I'll go buy one someday. It's hard to find, but it's not hard to find. As long as you get the money, there's nothing that people won't do."
He said this and laughed to himself.
Li Baili sighed, put her cold hands on his face, rubbed it hard and said, "I know I know everything, no need to tell me. I've said enough outside today. If people talk about it again, I'll be even sicker."
The swordsman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Finally, he didn't have the strength to laugh anymore, so he simply sat down beside his legs, leaned his head on his legs, looked at him with his head tilted, and stopped laughing.
However, the swordsman looked at it for a long time and gradually began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Li Baili asked.
The smiles on their faces were exactly the same.
"I laugh, no wonder some people are narcissistic," the swordsman said while laughing, "It's inevitable to always look at yourself. Even if it's a clay figurine, the more you look at it, the more you like it. If you look at something that you already think is beautiful, that's even more amazing."
"Alright, alright." Li Baili felt her heart was a little bit exhausted, so she stood up, patted him and said, "I'm going to go in and rest."
"I'll go with you." The swordsman nodded, happily stood up from the ground, patted his clothes, and pulled him into the house.
The guard in the distance was reading and writing, and whispered to the person next to him: "It is true that his illness is getting worse and worse. He is in a terminal state. In this case, there is no imperial physician, and even a folk doctor cannot be found. It seems that he is really dying, and there is no need to see a doctor. What do you call this? There is no medicine to cure him."
The other guard shook his head and clicked his tongue: "I think he thinks he has a dog. Look at the height. Doesn't he look just like a dog? A big dog at that. Puppies aren't that tall."
The two of them wrote while laughing.
Li Baili was about to rest after cleaning up and washing up when the Swordsman went to the basement with his things and saw the young man and the injured who had been there for a while.
The wounded have mostly recovered.
When the young man saw the sword bearer, he hesitantly asked, "When can we get out? Is the storm over?"
The Sword Bearer put down the things given to them and told them about the recent situation.
The two were shocked and frightened when they heard this. They gasped and almost couldn't stand.
"What should we do then?" The two of them looked at each other, leaning against each other, like two little mushrooms in the rain, staring at the swordsman, like young birds looking at the sun and asking.
"I will become like you," the swordsman said to the boy, "and wander around outside. If I am caught, I will be sent here after being interrogated if I keep my promise.
If you still have all your senses and limbs intact by then, you can leave. If you want to leave later, you can ask the current emperor for permission. But you will probably have to stay here for a while."
"That's fine. I won't have anywhere to go if I go out anyway." The young man said without hesitation.
The swordsman smiled bitterly: "You may think so now, but you may not think so in the future. If you want to change your mind, remember to say so."
"I understand." The boy nodded.
"Then what should I do?" The injured man looked around, frowned, and asked anxiously.
"What are your plans?" the Swordsman looked at him and asked.
"I want to learn from a master." The injured man said hesitantly and nervously.
His heart was pounding in his chest and he didn't know if it was right or wrong to say this now, but he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Who do you want to learn from?" The swordsman raised his eyebrows.
"I want to learn from you." The injured man knelt down and kowtowed without hesitation.
"I have nothing to teach you." The swordsman said with a frown.
Everything he has is given by the system. If he learns by himself, it is very little. It is even more impossible for him to teach, because he has never been a teacher. He doesn't know how to teach others. Not to mention that he doesn't know how to do it at all.
The injured man mistakenly thought that the swordsman was unwilling to teach him. He was stunned, disappointed, depressed, and forgot to speak for a moment.
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
Seeing this, the young man quickly said to the sword bearer, "He saw that I had a place to go, and in a moment of urgency, he spoke without thinking. I hope you will forgive him."
The injured man stared at him blankly.
The young man continued, "However, he is kind-hearted, young, strong, curious, and loyal. If he can inherit your legacy, he will never betray your reputation. I hope you will consider taking him in as your apprentice?"
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