Chapter 157 Thorn Armor Protects Mountains and Rivers, Soft Eyes Forget the Past
"Ajiu...don't be afraid...don't be afraid..."
Xiao Yu wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare.
He was afraid that the "thorns" on his body that had not completely disappeared would scare her again.
"Your Majesty, please...please go out for a while."
Chu Xuanyi was the first to react. He gently shook his head at Xiao Yu, "Ajiu's mind is unstable right now and she can't stand any stimulation. The kingly aura and battlefield murderous spirit you carry with you are the most potent poison to her."
Xiao Yu clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He took a deep look at the small figure huddled in the corner of the bed and shivering, and finally, he chose to back down.
"Take good care of her."
He threw down these four words, turned around and walked out with big strides.
The back figure showed an extremely suppressed anger and a hint of... indescribable embarrassment.
Xuanyi and Censor Qian also quickly retreated.
Silence finally returned to the room.
Chu Xuanyi winked at his disciple Qingfeng, who understood and brought a cup of warm water and tiptoed to the bedside.
"Miss Jiu, don't be afraid. It's okay. The bad guys are gone."
He soothed her in the gentlest voice.
It took Ah Jiu a long time before he dared to secretly poke an eye out from under his arms.
She saw that the fierce man covered with "thorns" was really gone.
She looked at Chu Xuanyi on the other bed again.
In those confused eyes, Chu Xuanyi's appearance also changed.
He is no longer a white-haired old man.
But a ball of...light.
A very, very faint golden candlelight that seemed like it would be blown out by the wind at any moment.
This light was warm and familiar, making her feel at ease.
"grown ups……"
She timidly called out again.
"I'm here." Chu Xuanyi replied with a weak smile on his face. "Are you scared?"
Ah Jiu nodded and whispered, "He...he was so scary just now..."
"He didn't mean it." Chu Xuanyi explained patiently, "He just... has a lot of worries. Once he gets rid of those annoying things, he won't have thorns anymore."
"Really?"
"Really." Chu Xuanyi nodded affirmatively.
He looked at Ajiu's ignorant look, and his heart felt heavy.
The remnants of the demon clan ready to stir in the north, the turbulent undercurrent in the court, and the entire Dayin Dynasty.
Now, all of this has become a "thorn" that will scare Ajiu.
He withdrew his gaze and instructed Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, go and bring all the ancient books about the Lin family's bloodline that your master asked you to organize, as well as the rubbings of the stone tablets from Prince Yu's Mansion, to my bedside."
"Master!" Qingfeng was anxious. "You just woke up and are so weak. How can you continue to exert yourself?"
"No problem."
"The prince is now trapped both internally and externally, and Ah Jiu is also mentally unstable. My broken body can't be of much help. The only thing I can do is to find a way out for them, and for the world, from these piles of old papers."
He paused, his gaze returned to Jiu again, his voice carrying a hint of heaviness.
"The Lin family bloodline, after being overdrawn, has lost its soul and power, and its power is out of control... I always feel that there is a greater secret hidden behind this. If we don't figure it out soon, Ah Jiu's current state of sometimes lucidity and sometimes confusion will probably... get worse."
It's even possible... that the out-of-control power would completely backfire on him!
At this time, in the courtyard of the National Master's Mansion.
Xiao Yu stood under an old locust tree with his back to everyone.
"Your Highness, that joint memorial..." Xuan Yi asked in a low voice.
"It's burned."
Xiao Yu's voice was cold as ice.
"Ah?" Xuan Yi was stunned.
"I said, burn it." Xiao Yu slowly turned around, "Pass on my oral order, saying that Prince Yu's old illness has relapsed and he needs to rest. No one is allowed to visit him. As for those old guys who wrote the letter..."
"Ask Censor Qian to go and greet them."
Censor Qian, who was standing nearby, shuddered and almost fell to his knees.
He knew what the "greetings" from the prince's mouth meant.
That meant he would go to the homes of those veteran ministers and read a "letter of condolence" personally written by the Prince Regent. What was in the letter wasn't important; what was important was that the end of the letter would be stamped with the Prince Regent's personal seal... the Qilin seal that symbolized "execution first, report later"!
This is a warning!
It's a naked, death warning!
"Yes...your humble servant...obeys your command!" Censor Qian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bowed in response.
"As for the northern border..." Xiao Yu raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky. "Send a message to the commander of the Black Armor Army to seal the border. No one is allowed to enter, but no one is allowed to leave! If you find any remnants of the Black Bone Tribe, you must kill them without mercy, without reporting!"
"yes!"
Xuan Yi took the order, turned around and left quickly.
Censor Qian also bowed his body and prepared to escape.
"Wait." Xiao Yu stopped him.
"Your Highness... Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?" Censor Qian asked tremblingly.
Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, then took out a small brocade bag embroidered with a cute little tiger from his arms.
That was Ah Jiu's thing, he always kept it close to him.
He handed the brocade bag to Censor Qian.
"From now on, you will deliver the daily snacks."
"This king... has a thorn in his body."
"For now, don't get close to her."
Every morning, before daybreak, the Regent's carriage would stop at the side door on time.
But the person who came down was not the sinister regent, but Censor Qian, who was pregnant and looked like he had lost all hope in life.
He now has a brand new job that he never thought he would have in his life - the royal snack delivery officer.
"Miss Jiu, what would you like to eat today? I... ahem, Uncle Pangpang brought you some freshly baked yam cake with jujube paste. It's a great way to replenish your energy and blood, perfect for you right now..."
Censor Qian, holding a lunch box and trying hard to put on a chrysanthemum-like smile, stepped into the quiet room, which was now more heavily guarded than the inner courtyard of the imperial palace.
At the corner of the bed, the small figure heard the sound and slowly raised his head.
Those clear yet blank eyes blinked, as if trying to identify the person.
"Yes... it's Uncle Fatty who's delivering the snacks." Jiu confirmed in a low voice.
Censor Qian's heart skipped a beat.
It’s over. The impression of “Heroic Censor Qian” that I had just established yesterday was wiped out overnight.
He wanted to cry but had no tears, but he could only open the food box and hold it in front of her like a treasure: "Yes, yes, it's me! Come, try this, it's delicious!"
Jiu looked at the exquisite pastries but did not reach out immediately.
Her little head turned towards the door out of habit, and in her empty eyes there was a hint of anticipation that she herself didn't understand.
She is waiting.
Waiting for the fierce man with "thorns" on his body, who makes her feel scared and distressed.
However, he hadn't stepped into this room for several days.
Censor Qian followed her gaze and sighed inwardly.
Your Majesty, he is in the yard outside.
Every day, he waited here, listening to the movements inside.
When Censor Qian came out, the first thing he would ask was always, "How is she today?"
Only then will we deal with those state affairs that could bring down the sky.
These two people, one is inside the door and the other is outside the door.
There was a thin wooden door between them, but it seemed to separate life and death.
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