I'm actually a rebel

He came to this place for no reason, and became the national teacher of Lao Shizi. When he was confused, he suddenly saw an acquaintance. Even though the two seemed to be at odds before, Meng Yixuan was still very happy.

"Ji Zhenran." He waved slightly to the black-clothed guard beside the sedan chair.

The black-clothed guard looked inexplicably for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes shifted, and then he smiled a little, and the curve of his lips deepened: "Master Guoshi, the name can be remembered by Mr. Guoshi, this subordinate really, three I was lucky." The last sentence was lowered in volume, a little frivolous.

The magnetic and deep timbre is like sweet and mellow wine, which makes people intoxicated when they smell it, but it can't hide the alienation in it, or I can't be bothered to hide it.

Familiar face, familiar voice, unfamiliar tone.

Meng Yixuan's joy disappeared in an instant.He stared fixedly at the face of the black-clothed guard, and realized that he couldn't see his face, so he couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong with this subordinate's face?" The black-clothed guard who was stared at had no discomfort on his face, and when he saw Meng Yixuan frowning, he just raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the frivolity became stronger.

"Not at all." Meng Yixuan looked away, stared at the four bearers and the Taoist boy beside him, and then stepped into the sedan chair.Outside the sedan chair, the guards in black ordered the bearer to pick up the sedan chair after confirming that he was seated firmly.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Meng Yixuan silently clenched his fists.Now that there is no mirror, he doesn't know what he looks like, but from the sound of his voice and the body parts he can see with his eyes, he feels that this is his body.

There's no reason Ji Zhenran can't recognize it.

Unless this black-clothed guard named Ji Zhenran is not the Ji Zhenran he knows, or he recognizes himself but is pretending not to know him.

Moreover, not only Ji Zhenran, he also couldn't see the faces of other people, what's going on?

What exactly is this place?

Closing his eyes, Meng Yixuan was divination in his heart, but he didn't know whether it was because of his restlessness or other reasons, but he couldn't figure out the result. This was the first time he encountered such a situation since he knew how to divination.

Opening his eyes irritably, his mind was filled with questions, but he had no clue.

The sedan chair swayed lightly, then fell to the ground.Outside the sedan chair, Ji Zhenran's voice sounded: "Master National Teacher, we have arrived."

Meng Yixuan got up and walked out of the sedan chair, and looked up at the building in front of him. He didn't pay attention when he came out of the Taoist hall before, but now he found that the style of the building in front of him called Yushufang was somewhat similar to that of the Dayu Dynasty.

"Master Guoshi is here." Outside the imperial study, a white-faced and beardless man announced in a high-pitched voice and drawn out tone.

"Quickly invite the national teacher to come in!" A thick bass voice came from inside the room, not rushing or slowing down, as if a superior was planning a strategy, it should be the voice of the country's lord.

Although I don't know why the national teacher's sedan chair can go directly to the door of the imperial study, Meng Yixuan stretched his sleeves and hem, stepped up the steps with a calm face and a confused heart, and entered the study.

"National teacher, please take your seat." The king who was sitting behind the desk correcting the memorial smiled and asked Meng Yixuan to sit aside. He looks ordinary, is about forty years old, has a strong voice, and his eyes occasionally flashed. Lian Jiazi.

The little eunuch on the side stepped forward to make tea with a wink.

"The national teacher took time out to see me in his busy schedule, and I am very pleased." The king changed the subject and cut straight to the point, "A month ago, I asked the national teacher to calculate who among my sons would inherit the throne, but I don't know the result. how?"

I don't even know how many sons you have.Meng Yixuan put on a sullen face, and put on an air of superiority: "The secret of the sky must not be revealed."

"What the national teacher said is true." It seemed that he was very used to Meng Yixuan's tone. The king didn't feel that there was anything wrong. After thinking about it, he asked, "In your opinion, who is more suitable?" I don't ask you the will of heaven. Well, let me ask your thoughts.

Meng Yixuan paused slightly.

I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs run.It was the Dayu Dynasty when Taoism flourished. Although the ruler of the country set up the Qin Tianjian and recruited powerful celestial masters, he would ask the other party for sacrifices, trips, and horoscopes, but he would never let the Qin Tianjian get involved in this kind of real power. event.

The royal power will never think that the divine power is higher than itself.

Meng Yixuan lowered his head: "The poor way of thinking is naturally the same as the country's lord." Help, this kind of job as a fighter is not suitable for him!

"Hahahaha the national teacher is always so cunning." The king laughed, not saying that he was dissatisfied with Meng Yixuan's answer, but instead talked about other topics.

After dinner with the lord, Meng Yixuan was finally released before the palace gate was locked. He felt that this afternoon and night would shorten his life for a few years.The most frightening thing is that he doesn't even know if he has a broken personality, because he doesn't know what the personality is.

Coming here in a daze, and then going back in a daze, Meng Yixuan sat in the sedan chair, thinking about going back and repeating the words of that little Taoist boy, otherwise it would be too cruel if his eyes were smeared.

Not far from the palace gate, the sedan chair tilted suddenly, then landed heavily, his butt bounced on the soft stool, and the tailbone happened to hit the edge, Meng Yixuan gasped in pain.

Before he reached out to touch his tailbone, he asked what happened outside.With the sound of the sword being unsheathed, Ji Zhenran's steady voice came into the sedan chair: "There are assassins, protect the national teacher."

Meng Yixuan didn't even have time to touch his tailbone, so he quickly sat upright, and subconsciously raised his hand to lift the curtain when he heard the sound of swords clashing outside, and worried that Ji Zhenran and others who were protecting him outside restrained himself because of his distraction up.

Is it the original owner's bad luck, or did he offend someone? Wow, it couldn't be that he offended the lord with something this afternoon. The lord sent someone here, right?

While thinking wildly, "Huh--", the sound of an arrow piercing through the air, a sharp arrow suddenly missed Meng Yixuan's eyes, and ruthlessly stuck on the side of the sedan chair wall.

Staring at the slightly shaking arrow tails in front of him, Meng Yixuan was silent for a second, and said very calmly: "Ji Zhenran, the arrows have all shot in." What kind of protection is this.

"Shua, Shua, Shua." The sound of countless arrows passing through the air.

The curtain was suddenly lifted from the outside. "Offended." The black-clothed guard wrapped one hand around Meng Yixuan's waist and hugged him into his arms. His right hand holding the sword moved a few times, and the sedan chair was torn apart.With a light tap of his toes, he floated away with the person in his arms, and the next moment the sedan chair was tied into a hedgehog.

Meng Yixuan hissed. He had limited eyesight at night, so he couldn't see the sedan chair clearly, but he could guess a thing or two.Those four bearers were obviously also Lian's sons, and they were in an inseparable fight with the masked assassin.

"Hold me tight." There was hot and humid breath spraying around his ears, before Meng Yixuan could rub his ears, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the two floated up to the roof, facing the row of people who released the arrows.

Meng Yixuan: "..."

This row of people was not foolish, they quickly reacted, put down their bows and arrows, drew out their swords and surrounded them both.The black-clothed guard held him, but his skills didn't seem to be affected at all. He held a sword in his right hand and moved nimbly, knocking down several people in an instant.

Meng Yixuan subconsciously took out his pocket, and realized that this body might not be his yet when he touched the silky silk cloth, and there was no amulet in his clothes.However, he was never one to sit still. He bit his fingertips, used his spiritual energy, and skillfully completed the drawing of the blasting talisman almost instantly.

The moment he finished drawing the talisman, the black-clothed guard who seemed to have a heart-to-heart with him didn't wait for him to remind him, and with a flick of his wrist, he swept down the swords of the people around him, and jumped out of the encirclement.

At the same time, Meng Yixuan's blasting talisman was launched and hit the assassins, bang bang bang, screaming continuously, and completely lost their fighting power.Laughing softly, Ji Zhenran's magnetic voice sounded in Meng Yixuan's ears: "I underestimated the ability of Master Guoshi."

The people below saw that the situation was not good, one of them whistled to the sky, and then threw something like a smoke.mist.bomb, and the remaining assassins took the opportunity to escape.

Ji Zhenran brought Meng Yixuan down to the ground, whether intentionally or not, he did not let go of the hand holding Meng Yixuan's waist.He ordered the bearers to check the condition of the remaining assassins, then raised his lips and said with a smile to Meng Yixuan: "For the time being, I'm going to wrong you, Master Guoshi."

Before Meng Yixuan could react, he felt a slight force on his waist, and then flew into the air again, and was brought back to the residence in this way.

"National teacher?" Seeing the national teacher and Ji Zhenran falling from the sky, Daotong was a little surprised, "Why didn't you come back as a sedan chair?"

Meng Yixuan was expressionless.Should he thank the black-clothed guard for not hugging her like a princess?Pushing the black-clothed guard's hand around his waist, Meng Yixuan said, "Something happened."

"Oh. The bath water has been prepared for you, do you want to take a bath now?" Daotong asked.

After thinking for a second, Meng Yixuan felt that he needed to think about life while taking a bath, so he nodded and followed Daotong into the room.There is a wooden barrel in the room that can sit two people, it is steaming, and it still exudes fragrance.

Why is there a whole layer of rose petals on the water?Meng Yixuan looked at Daotong at the side expressionlessly.

Daotong hurriedly replied: "Master, some ladies in the palace want to make rose cakes today, so the petals can only be spread in one layer, and the normal amount can be restored tomorrow."

"..." Feelings are still low today?Meng Yixuan held back for a while but still didn't hold back, "Don't do this tomorrow, just clean water."

"Hey?" Daotong raised his head in surprise, seeing that Meng Yixuan didn't look like he was joking, although he didn't understand that the national teacher who always liked to take flower petal baths didn't want flower petals, but he still nodded.

As for today?Meng Yixuan didn't bother to wait for the water anymore, so he just made do with it.After enjoying the treatment of a flower petal bath and smelling the aroma of roses, Meng Yixuan didn't think about anything until after taking a bath.

He changed his inner shirt and casually put on an outer shirt. While wiping his hair with a cloth towel, he opened the door and decided to look up at the starry sky and continue to think about life.As a result, when he opened the door, he made eye contact with a person.

"Why are you still here?" Meng Yixuan thought Ji Zhenran had already gone back.

Because he had just taken a bath, his face was reddish, and his moist black eyes were slightly widened, like an innocent deer.The hair was still wet, and the water dripped down the tip of the hair, across his cheeks, and rolled under the collarbone.

Ji Zhenran's gaze swept across his body quietly, and finally landed on his wet hair, with a smile on his lips: "This subordinate is on duty in front of your door tonight, have you forgotten?"

I didn't forget, I had no idea.Meng Yixuan: "Oh."

Ji Zhenran stretched out his hand towards him, but Meng Yixuan didn't understand why.Ji Zhenran smiled helplessly, reached out to take the cloth towel in his hand, pushed him to the side of the table and under the table, and then wiped his hair with ease.

Meng Yixuan: "..." Wait, what's going on with this direction?He twisted his neck, reached out and grabbed the cloth towel: "I'll do it myself."

"Is the subordinate's strength too heavy?" Ji Zhenran didn't let go of his hand, and his expression was a little hurt.

"……No."

"Then please let the subordinates continue, otherwise the master of the state will definitely be lazy and sleep with wet hair again." Ji Zhenran chuckled, and his attitude was a little more intimate than in the daytime.

Meng Yixuan felt like sitting on pins and needles.After finally brushing his hair, he didn't dare to go out and think about his life anymore. His intuition made him push Ji Zhenran out of the door: "I'm going to sleep."

The door is closed.

Outside the door, the guard in black raised his hand to sniff the scent of roses left on his fingertips, and suddenly smiled.