Ink Blade

Intentional Correction (part 1)

When Mo Ren walked down the spiral wooden stairs step by step, Chu Yan was sitting by the window with his back to him, absently playing with the jade-inlaid folding fan.

Seeing the guard coming downstairs, the palace master closed the folding fan in his hand, knocked it on his palm, and raised his eyes as if nothing had happened, "Did Ah Ren rest well last night?"

The light of dawn fell into his phoenix eyes as he moved, and dyed the deep black eyes into a piece of golden amber.

...If it was the usual, Mo Ren would definitely admire the celestial figure of his master in his heart.

But after what happened early in the morning, now he just wanted to laugh.

But Mo Ren was also a person who could endure and pretend, he said solemnly, "This subordinate has rested very well."

"Hm, that's good." The guilty conscience Chu Yan breathed a sigh of relief in the bottom of his heart, and beckoned, "Come and sit down. This Master has ordered breakfast, and it will be delivered soon."

At this moment, many guests have already walked out scattered in the lobby of the inn. Mo Ren passed through several people and stood behind Chu Yan.

He just wanted to ask his master about his chest injury last night, and may want to call a doctor to take a look at it...but he didn't know if it was an illusion, however, he felt that his master’s body was slightly tense.

Even Chu Yan's ears were slightly red, and he kept knocking the handle of the fan with his index finger, turned his face away unnaturally and said, "Cough...this Master just sent Ying Feng back to the palace, and asked him to bring this Master’s order to send Ying Dian over and to also send a letter to Bai Hua. Calculating the distance, it should arrive in three or two days. So these days..."

The palace master paused, quickly clenched his fists to cover his lips and coughed, and said awkwardly, "You, do you have any places you want to visit?"

Mo Ren froze in shock.

Chu Yan hurriedly said again, "This Master—this Master has no other meaning."

Alarm bells in guard Mo's heart suddenly rang, and he belatedly remembered the kiss in the morning.

He bowed his head cautiously, and tentatively said, "This subordinate has not held a sword for a long time, and his martial arts skills are rusty. At this moment, being confronted with a formidable enemy...he doesn't dare to slack off."

Chu Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Haven't held a sword for a long time? How, wasn't it you who beat the disciples of the Xuyang Sword Sect all over the ground badly? Wasn't it you who put a sword on someone's maidservant's neck in Shuijing Tower when they disagreed?"

"......"

The young guard in black dodged his eyes for a moment and pursed his lips, "The swordsmanship of this subordinate is indeed lacking, and those people are just unsightly. But if there is an order from the Master, this subordinate is ought to follow."

He seemed to be speaking calmly, but his mind had already drifted away. Mo Ren hesitated and thought to himself: What the Master said just now was not asking him to follow, but asking him where he wants to go…

This meaning is very different. The former can be the guard accompanying the master, such as him and the Master; the latter is more like the master coaxing a beautiful little pet concubine, such as the Master and Bai Hua.

Therefore……

Could it be that the Master really is treating him…..?

Although Mo Ren himself was abstinent, he was still a person who had performed various missions. He didn’t know how many times he had done the act of drawing a sword while hiding in a brothel. He had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run. (TL: often used as a metaphor for people who have not experienced things personally, but have heard of them, seen them, and have a little understanding.)

At least, he’s not that unaware and that kissing the lips might mean something.

Chu Yan's face over there was inexplicably ugly, "This Master doesn’t…..forget it."

The breakfast that was just ordered had been delivered, Chu Yan motioned Mo Ren to sit down, and handed him the chopsticks, "Is the hand injury okay?"

"This subordinate is fine." Mo Ren thanked him, took the chopsticks with both hands, bowed first and then served Chu Yan a dish.

Chu Yan frowned even more, and squeezed his wrist with two fingers, "Ah Ren, This Master didn't call you to bustle about with these. Sit down and eat."

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and the sunlight flickered between the two of them. Then the guard caught sight of his master's thin lips.

Mo Ren never thought that a cold and boring personality like himself would make a person enamored, and for that person to actually be his master of peerless charm.

Even in his dreams, he wouldn't have the guts to think about such a rebellious thing.

But it's still strange... As a bodyguard, he had martial arts and swordsmanship, as well as courage, insight, and unchanging loyalty even in two lifetimes.

To be a pet, what does the Master see in him?

Based on his duty of observing etiquette and not vying for favor, or based on his flexible and sturdy body, can he even play tricks?

In any case, as long as the Master wishes, he should obey. It's a pity that he doesn't know anything about pleasing people with his body, and needs to learn urgently.

Thus when Chu Yan asked where he wanted to go, the first place that popped into his mind was actually Fengyue where male prostitutes were raised——

(TL: Fengyue or Fengyue District refers to the area where there are many brothels.)

Of course, such words were something that one dared not say to his master.

He could only figure out a way by himself.

The master and the servant had their own thoughts and finished their breakfast hastily. Chu Yan's face was still not very good-looking, and he rejected the guard's suggestion to find a doctor to come take a look, and only said that he wanted to regulate his breathing and nourish his mind before going back to his room.

Half worried and half at a loss, Mo Ren sent Chu Yan upstairs all the way. After hesitating for a while at the closed door, he then turned and walked away.

There was no one around. The young man in black leaned on the stairs and sighed softly, rubbing his fingers between his brows.

He and the Master…

This relationship is becoming more and more complicated and difficult to solve.

Suddenly footsteps sounded from bottom to top, Ying Yu climbed up the stairs fast, took advantage of the situation and hugged Mo Ren's arm, while smilingly saying, "Good morning, elder brother!"

When Mo Ren raised his eyes, he saw that the young man had his hair tied up casually behind his head, dressed in white clothes with tight indigo belts, and exuding a very energetic appearance.

His eyes sparkled when he looked up at his elder brother, "Elder brother just finished accompanying the Palace Master, and has yet to eat himself. Hehe, Xiao Yu invites you to eat something delicious."

As he said that, he put his arm around Mo Ren and led the person down. But he didn't notice that the closed door behind opened silently…

Chu Yan gritted his teeth with a dark face, and watched Ying Yu and Mo Ren go downstairs intimately, and felt that he couldn't bear it.

Not far away, Mo Ren lightly patted the boy's head, "No need, the Master rewarded a meal."

"Elder brother, what's wrong with your hand?" Ying Yu suddenly noticed the bruise on Mo Ren's hand, and was surprised, "You, you did not annoy the Palace Master again, right?"

Mo Ren thought about last night, and his heart throbbed fiercely, and said in a dejected hoarse voice, "...I made a mistake."

Ying Yu jumped up and anxiously said, "Ah! Elder brother, this is no good! Didn’t the Palace Master punish you in the Punishment Hall last time? Even Brother Feng and I know about this news."

"Alas...In the past two years, Sister Qiu Jin and I have been saying over and over again, telling you to learn to restrain your temper and be obedient in front of the Palace Master, you you you, why don't you listen!"

Chu Yan listened from a distance. Because of his deep internal strength, he could hear the small voice of the little guardian.

He clenched his fingers into fists unconsciously. It turns out that Qiu Jin and Ying Yu have already started persuading Mo Ren early on...