In a good mood?

There is no happy event, how could I suddenly feel good?

Besides, there are really no happy events in this world that are worthy of happiness for the master.

Qin Shang had another guess in his heart. He always felt that the master should have remembered something, but if he really remembered something, why...

When he thought about it, Qin Shang couldn't help but think of the fact that he had stripped his master's hair at night. It was logical that the master could not have not noticed it.

Even if they trust him so much, the two of them were so close that every move he made was under the master's nose. Although the master closed his eyes, it did not mean that he didn't know what he was doing.

So last night, did the master know what he did and acquiesced to his behavior?

Thinking of this, Qin Shang couldn't help but feel excited again, and hope arises in his heart.

He originally wanted to ask something, but when he thought of his master's words "Who is Jiuwei", he immediately gave up the idea of ​​asking directly. He felt that it would be better to use actions to test.

After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to look at the master sitting by the window, and his lips pursed slightly: "Master."

Emperor Xiuzheng turned his head and looked out the window. Hearing this, he nodded casually.

Qin Shang didn't say anything anymore, but got up and walked to the window, hesitating for a moment, "Can I press the master?"

Emperor Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

Qin Shang raised his hand to put God on his shoulders and neck, pressed it with moderate force, and spoke warmly while pressing: "I am not talented in martial arts. I have spent the past two years on my mind, just to be able to come to my master naturally, not because I like to practice martial arts very much."

"As the number one master of the Nine Pavilions, martial arts is a necessary prerequisite. If the martial arts cultivation is not good, it is impossible to defeat so many masters and reach the top of the Nine Pavilions. Therefore, martial arts is necessary, but it is the least worthy of stating."

"In addition to martial arts, I have many things that I am good at, making tea, massage, playing the piano, making wine... Well, this face can barely touch the eyes of my master."

Qin Shang lowered his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but quickly calmed down, and his voice regained respect and gentleness: "If the master is tired and tired, his subordinates can serve his master better; if the master is interested in his spare time, he can play the piano to his master; if the master likes to drink tea, he can not only make good tea, but also show good tea ceremony; if the master occasionally wants to drink, he can also wait for the peach blossoms to bloom next year and pick some fresh petals to make peach blossom wine."

Emperor Xiu relaxed his body, lay down halfway on the couch, closed his eyes, and his voice was light and leisurely: "It sounded pretty good."

Qin Shang's eyes lit up slightly.

"But how can I be sure that you will not hide murderous intentions when serving me, and how can I be sure that you will not poison the tea?"

Qin Shang's smile had not yet bloomed, and suddenly froze on the corner of his lips.

Emperor Xiu's tone became more and more plain: "A subordinate who dared to use a weapon at will at will at his master's pillow--"

Bang.

Before he finished speaking, the sound of his knee hitting the ground suddenly rang, which made people shocked.

Emperor Xiu turned his head and saw the young man who was just seeking credit for his spoiled expression, his face was pale, his blood-colored face faded away, and the panic in his eyes was presented so clearly in front of him, which made people feel suffocated.
Chapter completed!