Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Matou Zouken was very troubled, so troubled that there were many wrinkles on his face, he was short of breath and had a stomachache, and felt that his life expectancy would be shortened by several years.

After completing his practice in the worm warehouse as usual, he changed his clothes and walked into the living room. The source of his troubles lay in front of the French windows. The beauty couch he had brought from nowhere was embroidered with rich peonies with blue silk and woven with gold thread to embellish it. The stamens, the sunny afternoon made it hard for him to open his eyes.

Taking advantage of the Matou family's familiarity with the Heroic Spirit system, he carried out the illegal summoning nearly a month earlier. The immature system and the berserk spell brought him a huge trouble for summoning.

The slender young man was lying on the couch like an elegant leopard, casually flipping through the books taken out of the Matou family's library. All the restrictions in this house seemed nothing to the heroic spirit. The Tong family's secret magic code, Matou Zouyan resisted the urge to spurt blood, took a few steps back and rushed back to the worm warehouse, using the pain in his body to restrain his urge to use the command spell in his hand.

His only consolation is to look at the data of his heroic spirit.

Real name: Zhu Houzhao (Ming Wuzong)

Muscle A

Durable B+

Agile A

Magic A

Lucky EX

Noble Phantasm EX

Class Skills

Crazy E

Possess skills:

Golden Rule A+.

Leadership A.

Act alone A+

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Possess a treasure:

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How should I put it, even if I can't see the specific Noble Phantasm because of Berserker's characteristics, this value alone will definitely win, okay?Matou Zouken comforted himself in his heart, telling himself not to care about the erratic whereabouts of the heroic spirit, the effect of the command spell caused by too high independent action ability was greatly weakened, and he did not have any willful actions as a follower at all, and Most of the library was evacuated.

"The things I bought are here, go and get them." Kyogokuhiko's lazy voice came from the jade cylinder hanging in the worm warehouse. Climb out and change, and go out to pick up things from the newly built post office in the center of the city.

A+'s ability to act alone allows this person to travel all over Japan. God knows how this person managed to gain so many connections across the country overnight. These days, all kinds of strange parcels continue to arrive at the post office. Everyone knew Matou Zouken's face.

The package looked very worn, and the kraft paper on the edge was torn due to the long-distance travel, revealing the contents inside—several thick books stacked together, with familiar and unfamiliar characters, from neighboring countries separated by a strip of water, which even for magicians, It is still a very mysterious country.

A large stack of books weighed quite a lot. Matou Zouyan walked a few steps with his hands in his hands. In order to maintain his setting as a "frail elderly" in the city, he spent some money to hire someone to idle around the door of the post office. The man who was in trouble helped him carry it to the door of the house.

The kraft paper on which the books were wrapped was probably transported together with some kind of fish. It had a strong fishy smell and water stains. Kyogokuhiko frowned and looked at it for several times without making a move. The outside was dirty, so I took the initiative to pull the rope outside and tore off the kraft paper, and got a happy look from His Majesty.

The person who sent the things probably also knew that books were valuable, so they wrapped the books several times inside and out, so except for some mud on the cracked corners, the rest of the place was flat and clean, and it was printed out with new prints. The special ink aroma of books.Inside the first book was a piece of letterhead, on the primrose-colored letterhead was written "Gift to Friends' Birthday" in small letters with hairpin flowers.

It didn't take long for the heroic spirit to hook up with the confidante at this speed.

Kyogokuhiko rolled his eyes, picked up the books on the table, turned and left, the reiki flew away like pieces of gold under the sun, leaving Matou Zouyan facing the scattered books left by His Majesty with a bitter face, and began to resign himself to his fate. Pack it up.

……

Diarmuid was awakened by the pain. He didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, the willow leaves were scattered all over his body.

The pain came from the heart, as if spreading upwards from the deepest part of the heart, twitching and hooking the heart, such a deep sorrow and grief, even he only took a few steps forward, and couldn't help the sore eyes and tears .

It wasn't that he was sad, but another person who was connected with his magic power was sad. As he walked up the stone stairs in the mountain, tears flowed all over his face like a gate that couldn't be closed.He couldn't imagine what Kyogokuhiko would look like at this moment.

Finally, he found Jing Jiyan in the dormitory. There were more than a dozen wine jars, large and small, scattered around the young man. There were also a few scattered wine glasses and cups on the table. The books on the floor were scattered and the pages were all over the floor, and the handwriting was soaked by the wine. .

He seemed to be very drunk, and he couldn't see his face clearly when he was lying on top of the desks, and he could vaguely hear his intermittent sobs that seemed to be crying and laughing through the scattered hair.

"Who is called... He Guang... a reed hanging. Who is called Song Yuan... Who is called He Guang... Who is called He Guang..."

His fingers as white as jade tapped the table to beat the rhythm. Diarmuid had never heard the tune he sang, but he could clearly feel the desolation and helplessness hidden in it.

This is the first time that Diarmuid has seen Kyogokuhiko in such a mess. In his memory, whether it is the arrogant and arrogant young master or the deep and wicked young man in front of him, they are self-sufficient and alienated from the bottom of their hearts, bossing around as if it is only right and proper. The clothing on the body must be neat and meticulous, even if it is only half a drop of wine, it will be replaced immediately, and the half of the disrespect will not be revealed in front of others.

The closer he got, the heavier the grief he felt. He opened his mouth to ask, but there was an out-of-tune sob.

So he heard Jing Jiyan laughing, the young man's long hair was not tied, his face was pale but his lips were as red as blood, there were no tears but no sadness, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of broken desolation and death, "Why are you crying... ..." His voice was hoarse, and he still put on a three-point ironic smile stubbornly. He reached out to touch the wine jar on the table, but his hand trembled uncontrollably, the table fell over, and the wine jar was broken all over the floor. There was a long scar on his palm.

Then the grief became even worse, and even made Diarmuid feel his heart convulsing and cramping. He took a few steps forward to support the young man's crumbling body, but was waved away again.

Kyogokuhiko chanted in a trance, "Who is called Heguang... Who is called Song Yuan..." One by one, the wine cups in his hand were smashed to match the beat. terrible.

Diarmuid frowned, grabbed his hand and pressed him against the wall, watching the young man's eyes glow with anger, he ordered him to let go with a hoarse voice, and his breath was full of drunkenness.But after all, Kyogokuhiko drank too much wine, and his fists and feet were difficult to follow. After several struggles, he was completely suppressed by Diarmuiduo, who pressed his restless hands with both hands. , moved to his ear and softly comforted him: "Calm down."

"I'm very calm." Jing Jiyan said, judging from his current posture, he is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage, but his face is cold and indifferent, and his jaw is raised slightly in an arrogant gesture-but it is more like self-deception poor disguise.

Diarmuid didn't know what had happened to stimulate him to this point, but the repeated twitching pain in his heart told him that it would be very likely that he would become the first person in the Holy Grail War to calm down because of sadness. The heroic spirit who died too much, in fact, he has now begun to feel difficulty in breathing.

In order not to die so embarrassingly.The golden-eyed knight sighed softly, turned his head and kissed the chapped and bright red lips of the young man.Kyogokuhiko drank a lot of wine, and his lips were soaked with the thick and mellow aroma of the old wine in the inner courtyard of the palace. He didn't realize what happened at first, but just stared blankly at the spearman's golden eyes.

As Lancer expected, Kyogokuhiko has always been calm, all he needs now is a little stimulation, so that he can find a gap to escape from the boundless grief.

Kyogokuhiko recalled the past a long time ago, when he was still young, he was in the dirtiest officialdom of the imperial palace, he looked clear from above, the eunuchs deceived him to be ignorant, and the courtiers deceived him to be young, since he was walking alone, why didn't he find him? some fun?He is well aware of all the calculations in people's minds, but he wants to sway from side to side, watching them dog-bite and fight into a ball. After dinner, they are the best side dishes for wine.

But I don’t know which day after I was drunk, I seemed to bump into the spirit of the mountain. After waking up, the water passed without a trace. I only remembered such a pair of beautiful eyes. clean in.

It was so clean that he would never forget it.

They didn't know when they changed into hugging each other. Even if this kiss was not a good one, and they bit each other's mouths with blood, what is gratifying is that Diarmuid felt the heart-pounding pain tearing each other apart. The biting gradually calmed down, although the pain was still there, it was just a slow dull pain, which made people cry.

The broken shadow in Kyogokuhiko's eyes gradually receded, and he put his head on Diarmuid's shoulder exhaustedly, and sighed hoarsely: "I...it's just a wisp of duckweed..."

His voice was hoarse and he could not help but lament.

He closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to see the knife-like handwriting, line by line, remembering a history that he had never heard of.

If the Ming Dynasty is destroyed, if the Zhu surname is ruined, he will not be here. After all, it is common for the world to divide and reunite. How can there be an endless dynasty and an eternal royal family? He has already done it when he wakes up. Mentally prepared to see a change of dynasty.

The worst thing is to let that alien sit on the dragon chair again.

But ah, he never thought that there would be such a world. History had been changed in the Song Dynasty. A knight-errant named Guo Jing guarded Xiangyang City and the last border of the Song Dynasty. The Great Yuan Dynasty, which has been illustrious for decades, no longer has the Ming Dynasty where the emperor guarded the country and the king died.

Returning to his hometown, the hometown he had been obsessed with for decades has become a fantasy. For a while, he didn't know where he should go, but he was just like a rootless duckweed, swaying in the wind.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, walking at night like clothes... Kyogokuhiko clutched Diarmuid's lapel tightly, his expression blank.

The moment I opened my eyes and pushed open the coffin to see the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, the ominous lingering in my heart finally became a reality.

He never, never goes back.

"Do you remember my country..." Kyogokuhiko asked.

"That is a very powerful country." Diarmuid replied, "It is the only prosperity I have ever seen in my life."

In the name of the sun and the moon, it is really as bright and shining as the sun and the moon.

This is enough.Kyogokuhiko pressed against Diarmuid's chest, and a sigh slowly escaped from his throat.

At least there is someone in this world who remembers his past and his homeland.

Enough is enough.

Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes silently, full of sorrow and desolation, which eventually turned into a few tears and fell down. .

Never again, can't go back...