Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 31

"According to the agreement, the Duke of Sifel should be back today. Why hasn't the Doria family sent any news yet?" Ansai held the wine bottle, poured two-thirds of the red liquid into the goblet, and brought it to Jiangling's fingers. side.There was a bit of dissatisfaction in the words.

Although the two families have made a marriage contract, it is only a verbal marriage contract, and there are many procedures to go through.

Therefore, when Sifel returns from the plain battlefield, the families of both parties will immediately arrange a date location so that the two can spend more time together and cultivate their relationship.

Some time ago, the Doria family sent a token, indicating that Sifel would come back today, but obviously, the Doria family broke the appointment.

For this, Ansai, who regarded Alice as everything, was naturally dissatisfied.

"Maybe it's because of some troubles." Jiang Ling was very indifferent.

This indifference turned into a subtle color after Jiang Ling took the goblet.

White fingers pinched the cup, and the wine-red liquid swayed slightly in the cup, causing circles of ripples. However, Jiang Ling didn't smell any wine, only the fragrant scent of blood came over his face.

This cup contains human blood...

After Jiang Ling made it clear that he didn't want to bite a human girl's neck, Ansai quickly changed to bloodletting, and then sent it over disguised as wine.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ling chose to take a step back and took a sip of the liquid.On the basis of not killing innocent girls, Jiang Ling would not make things too difficult for himself.After all, if you don't drink blood for a long time, the blood race, a race that lives on blood, will "die".

Very sweet taste, like drinking honey.The sweet smell poured into the body, and Jiang Ling clearly noticed that his body, which had been slightly weakened in the past few days, recovered a little under the nourishment of blood.

When he looked up, Jiang Ling found that Ansai was deeply frowning, and couldn't help but smile: "The plain battlefield is so dangerous. If you are not careful, you might die. Sifel was injured in some special situation." , the delay is justifiable."

As a plot party, Jiang Ling knew very well that it was indeed because of serious injuries that Sifel could not come back.

However, Ansai showed disdain: "If you can't even protect yourself, how can you be worthy of the master?"

Jiang Ling tilted his head, bent his lips helplessly, and a few drops of blood in the glass spilled out.

It has to be said that he prefers the loyalty of the blood servant and Ansaiya's uprightness to the twists and turns of Tianzhao's deep palace.

Ansai lowered her eyes, wiped off the liquid with a handkerchief, and licked her lips: "Also, maybe she was entangled by some little bitch on the battlefield, and she couldn't bear to come back."

... This sentence is also true.

Didn't Sifel meet his "angel"——An Luoer, but it wasn't the "little bitch" who was pestering Sifel, but Sifel who was stalking him.

After losing memory, pretending to be stupid, pretending to be injured, etc., Sifel remembered Alice as his "fiancée".

Jiang Ling replenished the blood slowly, and the tall and tall female deaconess stood by, ready to solve the troubles for his mistress at any time.

Just after the cup of blood was drained, the attendant knocked on the door and brought a reply from the Doria family - Sifel was seriously injured and his return date was postponed.

Before the servant of the Doria family left, Ansai threw the envelope on the floor in front of him.

The servant frowned.

Ansai glanced at Alice quietly.

The girl was barefoot, leaning lazily on the soft back of the chair, as if she hadn't seen this scene, she pursed her lips, the blood-stained lips were extraordinarily bright red and alluring.

This is silent support.

Ansai crossed her arms and stepped on the envelope with her black thin-strap high-heeled shoes, her toes crushed, her expression also showing a bit of indifference and meanness: "Go back and tell your master, this is what my Duke meant."

The servant's face changed and he left in a hurry.

When the door was closed, Jiang Ling blinked: "Why are you so angry?"

"If you dare to break an appointment with your master, you should know the consequences."

As for the reason?Ansaiya doesn't care so much.

"Isn't this just right?" Jiang Ling put down his wine glass and said slowly, "If Sifel comes back, it will be really troublesome."

Anthea was puzzled.

At this moment, a shadow passed by the window, and finally stayed under the French window.

The moonlight penetrated from the outside, elongating the shadow of the crow and projecting it on the wall, and a golden invitation letter appeared on the table without a sound.

"The shadow of the Green family?" Ansai frowned.

Jiang Ling picked up the invitation letter on the table, opened it casually, and spread it out in front of Ansaya: "Invitation letter from Green's family."

The beautiful finger slid to the bottom of the invitation, signed Lucy Green.

"The little princess of Duke Green's family?"

"That's right." Jiang Ling closed the invitation letter, "If Sifel comes back, I still have to hesitate, should I go to see my fiancé, or the lovely Miss Lucy?"

"Now, just right."

……

Maybe it was because Ansaya was too strong that day, anyway, the Doria family quickly responded, this time, it was an invitation letter with the seal of the patriarch of the Doria family.In the invitation letter, the date was clearly written, and "Alice" was invited to have a gathering.

For his mission, Jiang Ling decisively agreed.

On the day of the banquet, Ansai knocked on the coffin early to wake Jiang Ling up.

The sleepy Jiang Ling rubbed his eyes, and when he caught sight of the clothes and shoes in the room from the corner of his eyes, he woke up completely.

"Anthea..."

Ansai said full of fighting spirit: "Master, Ansai will definitely make you the most dazzling pearl at the banquet."

"..."

Jiang Ling froze in place for a long time, until Ansai came behind him and untied the hair tie that bound his hair, and his black hair spread out like seaweed, and then he woke up.

"and many more."

"Master, do you have any request?"

"Yes." Jiang Ling replied decisively, "Do you still remember the appearance of Lorna and Milan? Dress me up in that way."

"..."

"Difficult?" Jiang Ling asked thoughtfully.

"Master." Ansai glanced furtively at Jiang Ling's flat chest, and said politely, "I don't think you are suitable for dressing like that."

"It's okay, just come here."

Although Alice is an "old man" who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it has to be said that this body looks only 16 years old at most.

When Jiang Ling became an adult, he didn't have much flesh on his body, and he looked sick.When he was 16 years old, his figure had not grown, he was the same height as a girl of the same age, and his figure was also of the "fragile" slender type.

After being silent for a long time, Ansai finally agreed with her master's willful decision, and plunged into the pile of clothes.

Ansai has always been the host who says what she wants, and basically doesn't ask questions, but the system is ignorant, and eagerly leans forward: "Host, most of the host's lovers are this sexy and charming type, you Didn't you mean to make him hate it? You still dress up according to his preferences?"

"You don't understand that." Jiang Ling raised his chin slightly, "It's always the same taste, and sooner or later you'll get tired of it. Look, isn't An Luoer just pure, silly, and sweet?"

"...It seems to be the case."

"I dress according to this aspect, I guess the hero will get tired of me at first glance."

The system makes sense.

After Jiang Ling turned his face to the side, he stared straight at Jiang Ling's face for a long time, and then said weakly: "Host~ I think this matter is mainly based on the face."

Jiang Ling's face is so unique, it's really hard to get tired of it.

Ansai rummaged through several rows of hangers before stopping, and chose a long black dress from among them. The dress was decorated with a lot of lace, and there were silver hollow patterns from the chest to the neck. It's kind of sexy.

The back is... completely naked.

The system clicked twice and sighed: "This is no breasts on the front, only the back, no meat on the butt, and long legs."

Jiang Ling: "..."

Should he praise the system's accurate evaluation?

After that, Ansai dutifully selected jewelry for Jiang Ling, and used precise makeup to cover up Jiang Ling's pale face...

Whatever Ansaiya wanted to do, Jiang Ling obediently accepted the arrangement.

Finally, Ansai placed a pair of black stilettos in front of Jiang Ling.

"...Aren't they flat shoes a few days ago?" Jiang Ling protested.

"This dress is suitable for wearing high heels."

"..."

Jiang Ling, who was blocked by a sentence, stepped on the stiletto heels tremblingly. For the first time in his life, Jiang Ling shook his legs and felt like he was taking a pill.

However, the hole dug by oneself has to be dug while kneeling.

After staggering for a while, Jiang Ling stepped on his first pair of eight-centimeter stiletto shoes and asked for help.

"Anthea."

"Master, do you have any orders?"

"Come here a little bit."

Ansai didn't doubt that he was there, she stepped forward a few steps, and when she was one step away from Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling hugged her shoulders.

"Lord, master..." Ansai trembled.

Jiang Ling smiled and put his whole body weight on Ansaiya: "Let's go."

Jiang Ling thought too well. Although he didn't have to walk this way by himself, he had to walk when he arrived at the Doria family. Moreover, in order to maintain his manners, Jiang Ling couldn't put his whole body on Ansaiya's body, at most he could only hold hands or something. .

With a cold and noble look on his face, Jiang Ling, who was already scolding his mother in his heart, immediately proposed to meet alone when he saw the housekeeper of the Doria family.

The Doria family must have made arrangements long ago. After the housekeeper smiled meaningfully, he took Jiang Ling to the destination - the room on the top floor.

This room is surrounded by glass, and the bright and magnificent moonlight spreads on the floor through the glass. In the center is a beautiful round table, covered with a pure white tablecloth with lace, vases, roses, candlesticks, and filled with people. Wine bottles of blood...everything is available.

Whoops, candlelight dinner.

Jiang Ling couldn't help admiring in his heart.

The butler pushed the gold-rimmed eyes on his face, and said unhurriedly: "Ansaiya, the young master will be here soon, should we avoid it?"

"He actually asked my master to wait?"

"Naturally, it was to surprise Duke Alice." The butler replied quite beautifully.

Ansai pursed her lips, saluted Jiang Ling, and turned to leave.

The door was gently closed, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

Jiang Ling listened attentively, and with his current strength, he could clearly feel the sound of the two people's footsteps drifting away.

It wasn't until he realized that the two of them had gone far away that Jiang Ling tremblingly stepped forward with one leg, and carefully moved towards the seat.

After moving for a while, I only finished one-third of the distance.

"Host, are you alright?"

"not good!"

Jiang Ling's tone was a bit aggressive, so distracted, he fell forward, almost fell, and finally managed to stabilize his figure.

"Why put the table so far away?" Jiang Ling frowned.

The system gloated: "Host, you should give up."

Jiang Ling pondered for a while, and couldn't help agreeing: "That's right, you're right."

"???"

Under the suspicious eyes of the system, Jiang Ling squatted down and began to unbutton his high heels.

As a big man, it was really hard for him to understand why Ansai could walk like flying on this thing.

He unbuttoned one button and was about to untie the second one, when steady and rhythmic footsteps sounded, gradually approaching here.

During this period of time, being able to enter the interior of the Doria family and get here, except for the hero Sifel, he didn't think about it.

Jiang Ling squinted his eyes, stood up slowly, his lazy expression on his face turned into mean and indifferent, intending to put on the most arrogant posture when Xifeier entered the door, and find fault with him in every possible way.

As a proud and coquettish person, if Jiang Ling robs him of his lover, and then tramples his arrogance under his feet, he will definitely bring his favorability to a negative number.

However, the high heels betrayed Jiangling.

Jiang Ling, who had just set up his posture, swayed first, then sprained his foot, and fell to the ground, he couldn't help but gasped.

The person who was about to leave here stopped in his footsteps because of the dull sound of falling.

In order to make it easier for Sifel to come in, and even more afraid of Alice's dissatisfaction, the housekeeper didn't lock the door at all. With a light touch, the door opened a thin crack.

Jiang Ling, who was propping up the blanket with both arms, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately threw off the pair of grinding stilettos, and sat down on the round chair at an astonishing speed.

A stiletto shoe landed on the blanket with a "snap".

The other was thrown so hard that it was still flying freely in the air.

The door was fully opened, and the "weapon" in the air seemed to have a foothold, and rushed towards the man's face.

Jiang Ling: "..."

Jiang Ling: "Xiaohong, are you sure my character is a vicious female supporting role? Not a silly, white and sweet heroine?"

"No!" The system denied, "You have to trust my professionalism!"

Jiang Ling didn't have time to answer, his eyes were glued to the black stiletto heel.

The black stiletto heel stopped firmly and was held by a bony finger.

Jiang Ling muttered in his heart: "I think I can still save it."

Afterwards, Jiang Ling leaned back in the chair, put his hands on the armrests, crossed his legs, and said in a cold voice, "Put it on for me."

It was originally a farce, but Jiang Ling abruptly showed the posture of deliberately finding fault.

The person who caught the stilettos was slightly taken aback, and moved his arms down, revealing slender and warm eyebrows.

A pair of clear blue eyes, soft like a touch of blue waves in the heart of Sanchun Lake.