Chapter 53 - Like kneeling a lot?

　　So even though Ayame's skills could have effortlessly killed him, but in the end, he left room for maneuvering and only let him get seriously injured.

　　Night red aya did not say anything, only lightly said: "Chang Yang marquis is this palace to get rid of people."

　　Aya Mo did not hesitate: "My subordinates will go and take his head tonight."

　　"There is no hurry." Night Red Aya said, "Eat first, we'll talk about the killing later."

　　Eat?

　　Ayame turned his head to look at the meals on the table and pursed his lips slightly, "What does master want to eat, subordinate will lay out the dishes for master."

　　Although he is not good at serving meals, but he can learn.

　　Just like learning to write.

　　"Take a seat." Night Red Aya tone is light, "Eat your own, no need to serve this palace."

　　Ayame froze at the sound of her words.

　　He eats?

　　Night red aya raised her eyes to look at him, "What?"

　　With a thud, Ayamo crouched down on his knees, "My subordinate would not dare."

　　How can he sit on equal footing with his master? Standing and writing is already breaking the rules, and now sitting next to the master to eat ...

　　"This palace orders you to sit." Night Red Aya frowned.

　　Ayame stiffened, respectfully answered yes, silently got up and pulled out the chair, as stiff as wood, sat down at the bottom of the night red aya.

　　Jinglan led the maids to serve up four more dishes, bowed and withdrew.

　　Timothy gave Ayamo a bowl of white rice and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

　　Night red aya see this, the brow unsearchable lock, eyebrows slightly converge seems to be contemplating something.

　　Ayamo keenly aware of the change in her expression, his heart slightly uneasy, subconsciously pushed the bowl of chopsticks aside, but heard the night red aya said, "Timothy, do you know Ayamo's identity?"

　　At these words, both Timothy and Ayamo suddenly astonished.

　　Timothy thought he had done wrong, and quickly bent his knees and kneeled down: "Slave servant knows wrong."

　　Ayame also stood up and left her seat to kneel down.

　　After a short silence, Night Red Aya frowned slightly and said in a cold tone, "This palace asks if you know Ayamo's identity."

　　Timothy bit his lips uneasily and returned, "Slave servant ... slave servant does not know."

　　Night red damsel turned her head to look at the young man kneeling on the ground, the heart of the eyes deep, the tone is so light that you can not hear any special emotion: "This palace is asking Timothy if he knows your identity, you kneel down to do what?"

　　Ayame pursed his lips in silence.

　　Timothy realized that he might have misunderstood, His Highness was simply asking if she knew Ayamo's identity, not because she took it upon herself to pass the bowls and chopsticks and accountability.

　　After settling her mind, she respectfully spoke, "Your Highness, the identity of Prince Ayamo's slave servant is not very clear."

　　Night red damsel let out a sound, her voice was deep and cold: "Sit down and have your meal."

　　These words were addressed to Ayamo.

　　The young man stood up and went back to his stool to sit down, his back straightened, could not hide his apprehension.

　　"No one is allowed to reveal a word about what is going on in the princess's residence." Night Red Aya lightly said, "including Ayamo's identity and his every word and deed in the House."

　　Ayamo imperial shadow guard identity in the Princess House is not a secret, that has died when the chamberlain sent him over, night red aya did not screen all subordinates, but out of the Princess House, Ayamo's identity but no one can recognize.

　　So even though the rules in the Princess Protector's residence are strict, the underlings never dare to talk too much, but about Ayamo's identity she still deliberately mentioned a word.

　　It's best not to know, and if you do, you must pretend you don't know.

　　Only then did Timothy really understand what Her Highness meant when she asked that question, and quickly and respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Highness, don't worry, the people in the house don't dare to go out and talk too much."

　　Night red aya did not say anything else, aya Mo reached out to retrieve the dishes, but glared at the table of dishes, completely without the intention to do it.

　　The air was stagnant for a while.

　　Night red aya raised his eyes, see aya mo sitting motionless, can not help but frown again.

　　Ayame nerve reflex like a flinch, subconsciously on the wait to get up and kneel down.

　　"If you kneel again, you don't have to get up today." Night red aya tone condensed, through the implication of ruthlessness, "very like kneeling?"

　　Ayame's body stiffened and slowly sat back on the stool, dropping her eyes, as if admitting her mistake.

　　Night red aya put down the chopsticks, leaning on the back of the chair quietly watching him for a moment, not fast and not slow to speak: "You can not eat, or these meals do not suit your taste?"

　　The voice is consistently indifferent, nothing emotional fluctuations.

　　Ayame shook his head stiffly: "No... not."

　　Night red aya silent look at him, the sunken cold eyes obviously asking, then why stay sitting?

　　Ayamo pursed his lips in silence for a while, could not top that eye pressure, forced himself to pick up chopsticks, clip the nearest green vegetables in front of him in his bowl, on the white rice together and pick up and eat.

　　The night red aya retracted her eyes, did not look at him again.

　　Timothy's heart ached, his highness does not need her to serve, she raised her hand to signal the other maids to stand down, and then turned to make tea.

　　The dining room became quieter and quieter, only a few untraceable sounds from two people eating.

　　However, after a short while, Ayamo's face became very ugly, although he restrained as much as possible, very quietly bowed his head to eat, but night red aya but keenly aware of his breathing became aggravated, as if aware of looking up, found Ayamo's face was extraordinarily pale, brow tightly knitted, forehead covered with tearful cold sweat.

　　Ayamo didn't seem to dare to let the pain show, forcing himself to endure the pain from the beginning to the end, lowering his head to pick at the rice in his bowl, even to the point where he rarely noticed the gaze his master was casting towards him.

　　"What's wrong?" Night Red Aya spoke.

　　Ayamo raised his eyes to meet Night Red Aya's slightly frowning brow and inquiring gaze, and left his seat and knelt down in fear and anxiety, but his body couldn't stop a spasm, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead one by one, and his face was as white as paper.

　　"Timothy." Night Red Aya spoke coldly, "Ask the house doctor to come over."

　　As she spoke, the teenager's body trembled more and more, his body involuntarily curled into a ball, panting more and more sharply and painfully.

　　Night red aya put down the chopsticks, look indifferent to get up and pick him up, turn around and walk towards the side hall.

　　Ayame was already in pain and unconscious.

　　Night red aya put him on the couch, one hand held on his wrist pulse, preliminary test, not poisoning.

　　She reached out to the teenager's abdomen: "Does it hurt here?"

　　Ayamo teeth clenched, the intense pain made him almost lost consciousness, heard the night red aya asked, he only difficult to shake his head: "master ... master, subordinate ... subordinate know guilty ..."

　　Know what sin?

　　Night red aya ignored him, slender hand moved towards the upper abdomen, reaching the stomach: "Here?"

　　A sharp and restrained whimper came from Ayamo's throat, and his body curled up into a shrimp shape directly on the couch.

　　Night red aya know find the right place, although still do not know what causes, but there is warm true qi from the fingertips to explore his stomach, fingertips gently pressed, a little to ease his pain.