Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

The mourning hall is solemn, only the sound of the wind passing through the hall, sobbing and sobbing like a ghost crying, the young man dealt with the people who came and went indifferently, his figure was tall and straight, and someone knelt on the ground begging his body to be important, and he waved it at will. Waved away.

The night was getting darker, and the servants tiptoed in to change the lights twice. The warm light reflected the white cloth, and it was so cold that it was heart-palpitating. The young man knelt upright for a long time, staring blankly at the paper in the brazier turning into ashes, and suddenly closed his eyes , and shed a tear.

Dark water stains stained his clothes, he lowered his head, his slightly long shattered hair covered all the expressions on his face, his teeth bit his lips firmly, and he didn't make a sound.

The boy's back was still straight, and he stubbornly refused to reveal his fragility even when he was crying. However, Diarmuid looked at him and felt that a small flame was gradually growing deep in his heart.

Wanting to destroy this man's pretentiously proud face, smash all his arrogance, and force him to reveal his helplessness, that scene must be very beautiful.

It was not until a long time later that the boy forcibly restrained himself from raising his head and taking a deep breath, wiped away the tears on his face, turned his head and staggered across the high threshold.

The servant guarding the door nervously and eagerly reached out to help the boy, but he opened it with a palm.

"Drag it down, die with a stick."

His voice was hoarse, but full of coldness.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, forgive me!" The servant plopped and knelt on the ground, trembling like sifting chaff, and the servant next to him knelt together, not daring to lift his head.

"Father... the first emperor seems to have spoiled you too much." The young man gracefully called the maid to tidy up the slightly messy corners of his clothes, and said lightly, "Forget it, it's ugly to get dirty on the ground in such a day, let people deal with it." That's all."

The corner of the white robe passed before the servant's eyes, and the indifferent voice echoed in his ears, "The late emperor was busy digging camp while his bones were still cold. My palace can't keep a big Buddha like you."

The servant opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. He could only watch helplessly as he was dragged away by the guards. The late emperor saw no blood during his funeral. What awaited him was a future where he could not survive.

Diarmuid followed behind the boy, and an invisible force tightly surrounded him for a few meters, following the plain white figure in front of him step by step.

From his eyes, it is natural to see that the young man's weakness is at the end of his strength, and he can still move forward with his own strength, all supported by one breath. His back is not bent at all under the pressure of arrogance, but it is somewhat vulnerable It was so fragile that it seemed that as long as a little weight was added, the boy would be completely crushed.

But with such a breath of resistance, the young man forcibly survived, and his yellow robe and body made him pass the Ninth Five-Year Plan. He was so calm that it was almost unbelievable.

This is a dynasty called "Ming", with a vast and prosperous territory, a 15-year-old boy holds supreme power, and his eyes are stained with sophistication and coldness that does not belong to his age.

Except every day in the middle of the night, silently pouring out self-drinking until drunk and unconscious.

"They are so happy." The young man's white jade-like face was stained with rouge-like thin red, and he played with the glazed jade cup in his hand with his fingers. I just wish my father would die sooner."

Diarmuid was standing in front of the table. From his angle, he could see that the boy's eyes were black and blue, and the clothes he had just cut for a long time seemed somewhat empty on him.

"But I'm not happy." With a gentle and lazy smile on the young man's face, he poured the wine in his glass to the ground, "So everyone has to accompany me to be unhappy, don't you think... ..." He stood up unsteadily, and walked in front of Diarmuid, "I don't know where the lonely ghost came from."

"Can you see me?" asked Diarmuid, who no one could see or feel his presence these days.

"Although I can't see clearly..." The young man stood on his tiptoes and stroked his face. His hands were beautiful, clean and slender, showing a translucent color under the moonlight. The young man stared at the man in front of him in a daze. The young man was floating in the air without touching his feet. He drank too much alcohol and his eyes were blurred. He couldn't see the face of the man clearly. He could only see a pair of gorgeous light golden eyes. "Such beautiful eyes..."

The finger touched the young man's cheek lightly, but the fingertips felt nothing, only the cool night breeze passed through the fingers, the figure of the young man was like the moon in the mirror, and the breeze blew through the fingertips. , it turned into a streamer and never disappeared again.

"Is it gone..." The boy stood there for a long time in a daze, and finally covered his mouth and laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty?" the servant called out carefully.

"I'm fine." The young man suppressed the smile on his face and poured himself another glass of wine, "It's just a dream...that's all."

The tribute wine collected by Da Nei was poured on the ground, and the young emperor leaned on the table with his hands on his hands, his eyebrows and eyes showing three points of tenderness, "It's a good journey."

At the same time, on the other side, the young master was lying on the shoulder of the knight who was so stupid that he wanted to cry in the dream, feeling that he was very likely to fall asleep again in the dream.

You love me, I love him. If he doesn’t love me, I want to pester you, so I want to destroy you at all costs. In the end, I failed, only to find that I love you the most, and then we all die together. Kyogokuhiko is a best-selling author of his own. Guaranteed by his reputation, no matter how good the writing is, it will never be sold.

How should I put it, this plot is simply challenging the IQ and EQ of bystanders from beginning to end, deeply doubting whether I am in the same world as them, and full of a sense of dissonance with the overall background.

Love Crazy Man and Love Crazy Woman... Wait...

Kyogokuhiko frowned, and involuntarily conceived the outline of the story in his brain. The blonde lemon head is the number one hero, and the red-haired woman is the number two hero in disguise. If the amazingly beautiful woman disguises herself as a man and only wants to defend against the enemy country's general and heroine——

It seems to be a little emotional?

So in the whole dream that followed, Kyogokuhiko was immersed in his own world, and made up a bloody story that combined popular elements such as national hatred, family hatred, officialdom, love and killing, so that Seeing Diarmuid sitting at the dinner table early the next morning, he subconsciously walked over and reached out to touch the young man's plump and firm chest muscles, and sighed softly.

Why do you think he looks very sorry.Diarmuid lowered his head and looked at Kyogokuhiko for three seconds, giving up exploring the complex inner world of the young master.

Breakfast is simple white porridge. Kyogokuhiko said that as long as there are glutinous rice dumplings after the meal, it doesn't matter. Heroic Ling can sleep without rest as long as the magic power is enough. In this respect, Kyogokuhiko has always done a perfect job.

The monsters in the room were sent out to inquire about the news. After eating, Kyogokuhiko unpacked his luggage and took out a stack of manuscript papers. He closed the door of Diarmuid and sat at the table intently and wrote that the dream was almost complete. Finished frame story.

The heroine is called Di Li and uses two brushes, one yellow and one red. Of course, the Servant who is emotionally unstable cannot see it. Just in case, he also asked Diarmuid to go out to cause trouble for Saber. From top to bottom Armed with more than a dozen Heart Purification Talismans, it was enough for him to maintain his rationality when facing Saber and not stab him to death with a single shot.

After all, Diarmuid is still looking forward to seeing Saber's expression when facing the destroyed Holy Grail, it must be so beautiful that he can feel the supreme joy from the deepest part of his heart.

Kyogokuhiko writes very quickly, especially for such things that have already been drafted. It didn't take long for his hands to be filled with several sheets of manuscript paper.

I love you, if you don’t love me, I’m both male and female, so you were male, so you were female, blackened, washed, blackened, then whitewashed, dead, alive, and then dead, whether it’s the correct and elegant font or With a serious expression, he couldn't tell that such a bloody newspaper work was written, and even when Kong Huan broke in through the window, he forgot what he wanted to say for a moment, and couldn't help but asked, "I'm making up my homework." ?”

What answered him was a pen that was thrown straight towards the door, "Young master, don't be so angry~~" Kong Huan turned into a girl with a smile, jumped down and hugged Kyogokuhiko, rubbing against it, "He also came to you in an emergency~~"

"Huh?" Kyogokuhiko jumped out of Kong Huan's arms, frowning as he looked at the folds on his shoulders pressed by Kong Huan.

"Tou disappeared." Kong Huan said, smoothing the cloth on the young master's shoulders flatteringly while speaking, "After he left the shrine yesterday, he never came back."

"You will come to me..." Kyogokuhiko said, "Can't you feel his breath?"

"I can't feel it at all, and I can't leave the shrine for too long, so..." the blond Tianhu clasped his palms together and said loudly, "Please, help me find Tou!"

"It's really rare to see Tianhu Konghuan like this." Jing Jiyan opened the door and squatted down to touch the two little rabbits who rushed over when he heard the movement, and laughed viciously, "Would you like to try to kneel down respectfully?" Are you begging me with tears on the ground?"

"Please allow me to refuse." Kong Huan straightened up, rubbed two handfuls of the young master's hair, and hugged him into his arms, "Help me~~Young master is the best~~"

"Which eye of yours sees me the best?" Kyogokuhiko struggled to get his head out of the limp chest of a certain day fox, and said in a choked voice, "It doesn't matter to me if an insignificant human dies."

"Ah la la, don't be so stubborn~~" Kong Huan flexibly transformed into a prototype, a beautiful and elegant big fox circled around Kyogokuhiko, hooked his calf with its big hairy tail, and said something in its mouth. Chi Chi laughter.

"Huh." Kyogokuhiko raised his head with his arms around his hands, but his eyes couldn't help but stare at the thick and warm fur of Tianhu, which glowed with light golden light, and the tactile sensation of hooking on his calf, which made him feel the touch of his hand. Itchy and eager to grab something and rub it.

"Young master is the best~~" Tianhu shamelessly raised his head to rub Kyogokuhiko's sensitive waist, raised his tail and swayed gently from side to side, and saw Kyogokuhiko's eyes moving with his tail from the corner of his eyes, Immediately increase the firepower, the whole fox is wrapped around Kyogokuhiko as if it has no bones, "Help, help~~"

The slender fluff pierced the skin through the shirt, Kyogokuhiko shuddered reflexively, stretched out his hand to stroke the big soft tail of the sky fox, half-closed his eyes in satisfaction, "Leave me a clone."

"No problem~~" Tianhu rushed forward and rubbed the boy's cheek affectionately, and let out a long howl. A faint golden shadow escaped from her body, and the large fox shadow gradually shrank and solidified until it finally turned into entity--

"Chirp?" The little fox with golden fur uttered a twittering sound, and tremblingly, it seemed that there was only a small ball of tail that tremblingly burrowed under the belly of Tianhu.

"Okay, okay, good boy." Tianhu lowered his head and arched the little fox out, holding the back of its neck and putting it in Jingjiyan's hand, "This kid is still very young, you have to treat him well~"

"Tail?" Kyogokuhiko touched the restlessly struggling little hairball from head to tail, and Kyogokuhiko was keenly aware of its extraordinary.

"Gao Tianyuan's secret technique~" Kong Huan sneered, "This is my fifth tail, isn't it cute?"

"I'm more likable than you." Jing Jiyan put the little fox on the table, and with a thought, he built a small cage made of wind to stop the little fox from running around. The ball rips off and teases.

The white pompom dangled and made a rattling sound. The little fox quickly attracted all his attention, and foolishly stretched out his paws to hop on the pompom.

The light golden little fox has rich fluff and looks chubby and chubby. Its four short legs often flop around and trip over each other. It really rolls on the table like a ball, and it looks really cute.

Kyogokuhiko hooked the little fox's chin, seriously considering the possibility of keeping it by his side forever.

The young master likes ferocious beasts, but he doesn't mind keeping a limp little guy by his side to amuse him.

"Don't play!" Kong Huan anxiously spun on the ground, "Go and find it!"

"When did I say I'm not going to look for it anymore?" Jing Jiyan lazily picked up the little fox who was hugging the pompom, and turned to look at the cloudy sky, "It's already started, Hyakki Night Walk."