Chapter 46 Alternative tenderness
Han Qingbai excused himself.
Quiet returned to the hall, night red aya put down the tea, the tone is light: "Ayamo."
The young man in black instantly appeared, respectfully kneeling on the ground.
Night red aya stared at him for a moment, "In the future, without making a mistake, do not have to kneel at every turn."
Aya Mo respectfully responded: "Yes."
But although so answered, but the body is still motionless kneeling on the ground, calm and steady as a rock.
"The Grand Instructor of the Divine Concealment Hall, have you seen his true face?"
Ayame returned, "I have."
"What do you know about him?"
"In reply to master, my subordinate does not know anything about the Grand Instructor." Ayame returned, adding afterwards, "I only know that he has high martial arts skills."
"How old is he?"
"My subordinate does not know." The young man's voice was always respectful and flat, without emotion, "The Grand Instructor is only responsible for teaching martial arts and training shadow guards, the rest subordinates do not know."
Night Red Aya was silent for a moment and said lightly, "If he ordered you to do something now, would you listen?"
"The Grand Instructor will not let subordinates do things."
Shadow guards out of the hall to recognize the master, will only listen to the master alone orders to act, will not listen to a second person.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.
She doesn't like people who pretend to be something else, and she won't really do anything because she's curious or suspicious.
"Write your name for this palace to see."
The sudden order made Ayamo's thoughts pause slightly and froze for a moment before he bent his head to receive the order: "Yes."
After the words, he returned to the long case, put a brush dipped in ink, on the clean rice paper to write the words "Ayamu". Although the handwriting is still a bit rusty, but has been as neat and clear as possible, you can see that the writing is very serious.
Finished writing to take to the night red aya see, after reading she did not say anything, barely satisfied.
"Follow this palace to the book pavilion." Night red aya rose, lightly ordered this sentence, turned and walked outside the hall.
Ayame got up to follow.
Into the book pavilion, pounced on the room full of books and volumes fragrance, as well as a strict and cold aura, very consistent with the night red aya cold as ice temperament.
A huge row of mahogany bookshelves neatly listed on a variety of books, placed in different categories, without the slightest disorder.
Night red aya walked to the bookshelf, casually pulled out a book has not quite new but very complete, turned back to the book case before, said indifferently: "the beginning of the day, in addition to the task, you stay here to study words."
Ayame raised his eyes, there is a clear surprise and confusion in the eyes.
Practicing words?
"Come here." Night red aya walked to the case, indifferent tone, reached out from the corner of the book case took a word post, "first copy this word post once, this palace teach you to recognize words."
The young man's indifferent face is bewildered, he obviously never thought that Her Highness would personally teach a shadow guard to learn the words, a moment somewhat at a loss.
Follow the master's instructions to go to the case, an action a password, take a Xuan paper on the case laid, with the ruler pressed, take the pen, dipped in ink, copying the word post.
Aya Mo's mind is slightly confused, a little overwhelmed to stand at the side of the night red aya.
The rules of the shadow guard is not to sit on equal footing with the master, most of the time he can only kneel, and at this time he is standing so close to the master, and so close, so close that I can clearly feel the woman's perimeter out of the cold breath.
Ayamu's heart gave birth to a strange wisp of panic.
A completely beyond the boundaries of the rules, so he could not control the emotions quietly invaded the heart.
Snap.
A sharp pain in his hand, suddenly interrupted his lost in thought, Ayamo raised his eyes to see the night red aya holding the ruler.
The subconscious reaction from years of training was faster than reason, and Ayamo instantly fell to his knees: "My subordinate deserves to die."
Hands received a blow, clean Xuan paper and contaminated by ink splashes, but the night red aya ignored, indifferent look at him: "What are thinking?"
"Subordinate, not thinking about anything." Ayame pursed his lips, did not know how to answer this question, thought about it, worried that the master is not satisfied with this answer, "subordinate just a little lost in thought, please master chastise."
"Why did you wander off?"
Ayame lowered his head, unconsciously twisted his shirt: "subordinate did not think, master ... master will teach subordinates to learn words ..."
Night Red Aya frowned, perhaps did not expect this answer, lightly said: "Get up."
"Thank you, master." Aya Mo get up, a glance to see the white rice paper splattered with ink, a moment did not dare to delay, pull out the paper and put it aside, re-fetch a clean sheet of rice paper and put it away.
The back of the white healthy hand, a clear purl emerged, but as if he did not feel the slightest pain, concentrating on starting to copy the word post.
Night red aya watched for a moment.
The posture of the young man holding the pen is very correct, a stroke is written extremely well, a horizontal and vertical are permeated with strong force.
The ruling yesterday seems to have worked.
So she did not pay much attention, let him write by himself, turned to take a book from the shelf, walked to the screen in front of the beauty leaned down, silently began to read.
The smoke curled up in the book pavilion, the fragrance lingered, a quiet room.
Outside the window a beam of sunlight shining in on the woman's stunningly cool posture, more and more appear to be noble and indifferent, such as the ninth heavenly maiden like expensive unreachable.
Tea time soon passed.
Ayamu came over with his hands holding his own written word post, kneeling and presenting it to Night Red Aya to check.
The handwriting is still neat and raw, not much good-looking, but all written correctly, no mistakes.
Night red aya reached out and pointed to the white rice paper when the first three words.
"This is the name of this palace." She said, "Night red aya."
Ayame gaze fell on those three words, and did not dare to say these three words, but only secretly write down.
"Aya" he knew the word, the other two words need to default two more times.
So this is the master's name.
Night, red, aya.
"These four words, Princess Protector." Night red aya said, "this palace's seal."
Ayame secretly wrote down.
"These last three words, Imperial Shadow Guard, your identity." Night Red Aya handed him back the word post, "Write these today, now go and write, each word thirty more times, writing them down as you go."
Ayame responded, took the word post with both hands, turned around and came back to the book case.
Princess Protector, Night Red Aya.
Imperial Shadow Guard, Ayamo.
Teenage shadow guard as a child into the temple of God's hidden training, suffered a thousand hardships, suffered a million punishments, and do not know how others know how to read and write, he has memories of his life only constant practice of martial arts, killing, so that they become strong.
But I didn't expect to face endless tasks and punishments after leaving the temple, but to learn to read and write like an ignorant child.
This feeling is completely unfamiliar, so much so that he is often overwhelmed, the cold and detached nature of the master brought him the most intuitive feeling is not ruthless, but a kind of tenderness that he has never faced before.
Yes, tenderness.
In the God's Hidden Temple, where there is only endless cold killing intent, this way of speaking that is cold but without killing and angry rebuke and punishment is indeed considered an alternative gentleness.