Chapter 55 - Too good to be true

　　The hall was quiet for a long time.

　　Night red aya watched the teenager in front of him, about 17 or 18 years old, it is the most golden age of the shadow guards.

　　But their cycle is just like a young girl's most precious jasper years, only a few short years, fleetingly.

　　"Master." Ayame suppressed his heart uneasiness, as well as topped the master released by the pressure of prestige spoke, "subordinate can go to write?"

　　Night red aya back to the gods, brow untraceable frown, after a moment, but nodded: "Mm."

　　Ayame sighed with relief: "Thank you, master."

　　After his figure disappeared in the side hall, Night Red Aya leaned on the brocade couch for a moment of contemplation, turned her head and ordered, "Timothy, summon Han Qingbai to come to the East Court Book Pavilion."

　　"Yes."

　　Night Red Aya got up and walked out of the side hall to go to the East Court.

　　Ayame stood in front of the case, his right hand holding a pen and writing very seriously, although he is now extremely uncomfortable, but after taking the medicine given by Doctor Tao has improved, within the tolerable range.

　　The Shadow Guard's tolerance for pain is beyond the ordinary, ordinary injuries and illnesses are nothing to them, the word "delicate" has never been relevant to them.

　　Three consecutive sheets of paper, a stroke are extremely serious, Ayamu write while silently reciting the pronunciation of the word in his head, thinking that the master night do not know when to go to bed, and today is to go to the palace and stomach problems, three times tossed, I'm afraid that the master will not complete the homework set.

　　Thinking of this, Ayamu spine tense, can not help but stretch out their left hand can not bear to see a look, thin lips slightly pursed.

　　If the master punished again, these two scarred hands can still withstand a few rulings?

　　The pain is not intolerable for him, but holding a pen and writing with a scarred hand is really a torturous process.

　　The night red aya standing in front of the window, through the window silently watching the teenager's face rare appear tangled uneasy, the heart somehow, is a slight soft.

　　The Royal Shadow Guard.

　　These three words in her head was only a word, a subordinate to the imperial family and only at the behest of the emperor a killing tool, never thought that he would one day get along with an imperial shadow guard close.

　　And in just a few days repeatedly break the previous principles, in a royal shadow guard body put so much attention.

　　This phenomenon is very abnormal.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

　　The two quickly walked to the front, Han Qingbai calmly bowed: "See your highness."

　　"Don't salute." Night red aya tone is light, turned and approached the book pavilion, "Follow this palace in."

　　"Yes."

　　Han Qingbai didn't know what the princess wanted from him, so he followed in silence. When he entered the book pavilion, he found a familiar young man standing in front of the case writing.

　　Han Qingbai could not help but be surprised.

　　The study is an important place in the government, and in many large families it is even forbidden, and the study of the princess cannot be easily entered by ordinary people, but this young man can stay here to write.

　　Who is he? And what is the relationship with Her Highness?

　　This doubt surfaced in his mind, but saw the young man in the night red aya just stepped into the book pavilion when he hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, leaving the book case to kneel down.

　　Night red aya spoke: "Continue to write."

　　The young man did not kneel down, only bowed his head and answered yes, and soon returned to the book case to continue to pen.

　　The young man's palm was covered with horrible swollen marks, and his hands were very long and beautiful, but the swollen marks became unbearable.

　　So Han Qingbai's heart doubts deepened.

　　Night red aya cold nature is well known, and cold Yu Jin love for three years, there has never been a man other than cold Yu Jin appear in her side, after being betrayed temperament has become more withdrawn and indifferent, even a few of the royal son in front of her are not getting any good looks.

　　And this teenager ...

　　outside seems to have not even rumors, his existence in the end means what?

　　"He is Ayame." Night Red Aya's indifferent voice rang in her ears, pulling back Han Qingbai's thoughts, "Starting today, you will be his husband."

　　Husband?

　　Han Qingbai was really dumbfounded, subconsciously turned his head to look at Night Red Aya: "Your Highness means ..."

　　"He can't read or write." Night red aya tone light, "you are responsible for teaching him to learn words."

　　Han Qingbai was surprised, his eyes turned to the young man in front of the book case, but was quickly calmed down.

　　In fact, should not feel strange.

　　Although seventeen or eighteen year olds who can't read and write are rare, but this one in front of me, ever since Han Qingbai first saw him, felt he was a person whose identity was impenetrable.

　　The gesture of writing is very clumsy, at first even hold the pen is not good, that he can not read and write ... Han Qingbai completely believe.

　　But on the contrary, this teenager has a kind of aura that makes people bitterly fearful.

　　It is not like an ordinary person.

　　The mind is slightly fixed, cold Qingbai bowed and answered: "Yes. But the specific level of instruction, please instruct Your Highness."

　　"You look after it yourself." Night red aya said, "this palace does not interfere."

　　Han Qingbai was silent.

　　It was not a question of whether Her Highness interfered or not, but he wanted to know, how much did Her Highness intend to let this youngster learn?

　　Just a simple and superficial recognition of words is good, or to be familiar with the four books and five scriptures, learn a full belly?

　　He felt it should only be the former.

　　Her Highness did not seem to have any intention of letting Ayamo take the imperial examination.

　　"Your Highness." Timothy stood outside the door and respectfully reported, "Doctor Tao has finished decocting the medicine."

　　Medicine?

　　Han Qingbai was surprised, who was drinking the medicine?

　　Night red aya turned around and walked out, saw doctor Tao standing outside the book pavilion waiting with a tray, reached out and took the tray over, "Come back later to give him a look."

　　Tao Dafu nodded and answered.

　　Night Red Aya returned to the book pavilion with the end tray and put the medicine bowl on the book case, "Drink the medicine before writing."

　　Ayame put down the pen in a disciplined manner, picked up the medicine bowl with both hands, and finished the medicine in small sips, as if he could not feel the bitterness at all.

　　Because of his stomach can not accept too hot things, after the decoction, Dr. Tao deliberately wait until it cools a bit before bringing it over, but the cooled medicine will be more bitter than hot, more difficult to swallow.

　　But Ayamo with no sense of taste, little expression to drink the medicine, put down the medicine bowl, continue to write with a pen.

　　Looks like a good and diligent student.

　　Han Qingbai observed quietly for a while, a little peace of mind, think this student should be very good to teach, he seems very quiet and cooperative, whether writing or drinking medicine, are too good to be true.

　　"Here you watch." Night Red Aya turned her head to look at Han Qingbai, "Is there a problem?"

　　Han Qingbai shook his head and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your trust, I will definitely teach him well."

　　Night red aya nodded, about to raise a step to leave, but do not know suddenly remembered what, turned his head: "here no matter what you see, are only limited to this study. This palace does not want what happens in the study to be known outside the study."

　　The tone of voice is light and cold, and it carries an intimidating pressure that no one dares to ignore.

　　Han Qingbai lowered his eyebrows and averted his eyes, respectfully responding, "I don't dare."