Shadow Guard's Inner Drama Outlasts His Life

Chu Ce has a secret: he can only hear the voice of his own shadow guard Shi Qi. In the court, the old ministers were arguing endlessly, but in his ears was the real-time barrage of Shiqi: "This curly beard can hang arrows." "There is a bug hole in the carving of the dragon chair, it should be repaired." Chu Ce approved the memorial without changing his expression, and in his heart he gave the "chat" shadow guard a monthly salary increase. Shi Qi was injured and had a fever. In his confusion, his heart felt soft and sticky: "The medicine is bitter... Master's sleeves are beautiful..." Chu Ce wrote down his "fear of hardship" and always "inadvertently" put candy in front of him after recovering from his illness. On the night of the palace coup, Chu Ce was injured while protecting Shi Qi. When I was in a blur of consciousness, I heard that voice that was always muttering and crying for the first time: "Don't die... What will I do if you die..." He struggled to open his eyes and wiped the blood off the little shadow guard's face. "Don't be afraid." He asked with a dumb smile, "Today's sweet-scented osmanthus cake... Is it sweet or salty?" Shi Qi was stunned and burst into tears. Before Chu Ce fell into coma, he finally heard the cry in his belly: "... Sweet, idiot." Later, the new emperor ascended the throne and Chu Ce resigned. When the carriage left the capital, Shi Qi held it in for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Master, from now on... Can you still hear what your subordinates are thinking?" Chu Ce pulled him into his arms, closed his eyes and smiled: "Yes." "Just listen to you." "A lifetime."