Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

When we arrived at the manor, the sky had gradually cleared up, and the sun rarely showed a good color, but the trees still dripped with water.The eunuch carefully held an umbrella to cover the water on the tree, and the court lady knelt down to tidy the corners of Kyogokuhiko's clothes, and put away Diarmuid's overcoat by the way.

The entire manor had been tidied up before they arrived, and the bad taste of the original owner, who was on the verge of bankruptcy, naturally couldn't catch His Majesty's eyes, so only the exquisite crystal chandeliers from the glorious period, the murals on the ceiling, and the study room full of books remained, All the rest were refurbished by well-known local craftsmen.

A courtier and eunuch like Zhang Yong is the best at figuring out what he wants. Jing Jiyan did everything properly without saying anything, knowing that His Majesty traveled so far across the ocean just for a novelty, so he naturally tried his best to keep the house He even spent a lot of money to buy many books from booksellers to fill the study, and replaced the flowers in the garden with small roses that are currently in fashion.

At this time, the roses were blooming just right, and the clusters were still stained with rainwater, and they were washed bright and fresh. The enthusiasm seemed to be a flame that was about to be ignited. Kyogokuhiko broke off a branch and stuck it on Dilumu's chest. Putting it in the front pocket, he said with a smile: "This flower is very suitable for you."

Diarmuid shrugged his shoulders and said, "The blood on the tip of the gun is more suitable for me."

"Roses also have thorns." Kyojihiko said, "You can only watch them from a distance and not play with them. The majestic appearance is heartbreaking." The smile didn't reach his eyes, Diarmuid moved slightly, took out the rose in his pocket, put it on Jingji Yan's temple, and said with a light smile: "The rose is quite suitable for you."

The bright red rose is just a small one, adorned on the temples of the young man's black hair, making his skin as white as snow and the tails of his eyes flushed. Even the eyes that were born with arrogance and pride were given a bit of soft color because of the rose.

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him with raised eyebrows, pulled out the rose and threw it into the flower garden, then turned his head and walked into the house, perhaps a little annoyed, he walked a little faster than usual, the hem of his robe was turned out at his feet Waves.

Although it was not time for meals, the kitchen still made some simple dishes for Kyogokuhiko to enjoy, and finally served a local dessert that the chef had researched for several days, so that His Majesty could have a fresh one. The creamy sponge cake is not very tasty, just to test Kyogokuhiko's acceptance of this new thing.

After all, after studying British recipes for a while, the chef has completely lost confidence in the fish head pie.

In fact, Kyogokuhiko's acceptance of this stuff is really mediocre. After eating two mouthfuls, he gave it to Zhang Yong who was standing on the sidelines. The chef was relieved and hurriedly delivered steaming glutinous rice balls wrapped with freshly made roses. After Kyogokuhiko ate two sauces, he went upstairs to the study with the plate.

Diarmuid looked around and felt that he had nothing to do, so he simply hid his tracks and left the manor, carefully inspecting the surroundings of the manor - as a qualified warrior, knowing the surroundings of his residence is the minimum occupation Literacy.

At this time, Kyogokuhiko was keeping a book of Celtic myths in a conspicuous place at hand, flipping through another book of secret spells of the Yumonin family that was completely unrelated to it, and looking out the window of the study, he happened to be able to see The roses in the garden are like fire, and sometimes a bird looks around, which is quite interesting.

So he took a piece of white paper and folded it into a paper crane. He took a breath and sent it out. The white paper crane flapped its wings clumsily and landed beside the bird.

The little bird tilted its head, and didn't seem to see the difference between the paper crane and itself. It hopped up a few times in a friendly way and rubbed against the paper crane's neck, making a crisp cry.

The paper crane flapped its wings, and suddenly turned back into a piece of white paper, wrapping the bird tightly inside. Kyogokuhiko flew back to his hand with a hook of his fingers, and the ball of white paper shook from side to side on the table. It should be Because the bird inside was struggling desperately, he smiled, opened the white paper neatly, and pressed his hands lightly on the base of the bird's wings before it flew up. The bird immediately froze in his hands as if it was frozen. , Little Heidou stared at him innocently, with a pitiful look on his face.

Jing Jiyan asked someone to prepare a small plate of millet soaked softly, and after shaking it around in front of the bird twice, he easily bought this greedy little thing. of millet to eat.

"Stupid thing." He smiled and flicked the bird's little head, flicked the bird a somersault, and flew around in a circle without knowing it. Seeing nothing else, he then buried his head in the millet dish and refused to look up.

When Diarmuid came back, he took a few roses and walked up the stairs. When he opened the door of the study, he saw Jing Jiyan leaning on the bed and flipping through the books. The birds, with their small mouths open, made melodious chirping sounds.

The sky was just beginning to shine and the sun was just right, making his brows and eyes soft without any sharp edges, and he could not see his arrogant and vicious temperament at all. Hearing the sound of Diarmuid opening the door, Kyogokuhiko turned his eyes to the door, "I'm back ?” He said, raising his eyebrows slightly, “You’re really good at messing around.”

Diarmuid smiled, secretly sighed that what he saw just now was indeed an illusion, and said: "It's just a gift from a child."

Kyogokuhiko glanced sideways at the roses in Diarmuid's hands, each blooming beautifully, the petals were still stained with bits and pieces of rainwater, the rhizomes were of different lengths, probably picked in a hurry, with a tender The yellow ribbon is tied up, and the end of the hairband is embroidered with a floral C.

It should be the hairband of some lady.

Diarmuid put the rose in the empty vase on the desk, glanced at the unopened Celtic myth in Kyogokuhiko's hand, his face froze for a moment, then immediately changed into a smile, and asked: "Celtic mythology?"

"It's interesting to watch." Jing Jiyan raised his eyes, and Diarmuid's position was so coincidental that he was almost completely surrounded by a chair. "Why, don't you want me to see it?"

"If you want to see it, of course I have no objection." Diarmuid stood up straight and made a posture of arranging the roses, as if he didn't care at all.

"I think you really care about it." Kyogokuhiko threw the book in his hand on the table, stood up and hooked Diarmuid's neck, the bird flew away in fright, and the little black bean stared at him. Watching the two men who got together for no reason.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp?" What happened?

Diarmuid took half a step back calmly and said, "If I cared, I wouldn't let you see it."

"Lie." Kyogokuhiko rubbed the skin on the back of Diarmuid's neck, and the heat from the warm palm rubbing against the vital parts made Diarmui shiver subconsciously, and there was a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Kyogokuhiko smiled when he saw the self-knowledge of panic, "Forget it, your duplicity is pretty cute."

As he spoke, he got up and put the book in his hand back on the shelf.

Whether he reads this book or not doesn't mean much to him. In fact, he doesn't care what Diarmuid's past is like. This behavior is just to test his attitude. A knight who can't escape the past, In the final analysis, it is just a beast without minions.

Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the left and right eyes, and raising it to pass the time is also a good pastime.Kyogokuhiko quietly covered the sneering smile at the corner of his mouth by turning around, then turned around with his usual expression and reached out to hook the gunman standing in front of the table to exchange a shallow kiss.

It's just that the lips touched and there was a touch of honey sweetness, and the emotion in Kyogokuhiko's eyes was light and there was a smile, which naturally calmed Diarmuid's manic heart because of the past.

"It's not a big deal, why don't you read to me?" He took out a collection of poems from the bookshelf and threw it into Diarmuid's hand, and leaned back on the soft couch beside the bed, apparently leaving no room for Diarmuid to negotiate. .

Diarmuid also knew his temperament, so he took the collection of poems with a smile, sat on the armchair in front of the desk, and opened the title page under the warm and warm sunshine at the end of summer. The warm yellow light reflected the warm yellow paper, The smoky handwriting is neat and smooth, with rounded arcs one after the other.

He certainly knows how to read poetry, not only that, even if he is asked to write a few poems, it is not difficult to imagine, after all, in the requirements for joining the Knights of Fiona, it is always necessary to be familiar with the twelve books of poetry and be able to write poems by yourself. Create recitative rhymes.

"I've seen you cry - a bright tear,

into your blue eyes;

At that time, I thought to myself, isn't this,

A violet hung with dew. "

He has a gentle voice, and it sounds good when he reads poems in a leisurely manner. There is always a bit of classical atmosphere in his articulation of words. , smooth and soft, without the slightest annoying noise.

For no reason, Jing Jiyan recalled the past years, who sent a set of ancient chime bells imitating the Qin Dynasty. During the banquet at night, the tones were played continuously, the tunes were solemn and dignified, and the brilliant sound seems to be still there echoed in the ears.

He closed his eyes, sighed softly, the bird landed on his shoulders, the sun was just right after the rain, half of his face was shining with a very soft and warm light, his long hair was only loosely tied behind his head, and some broken hair was scattered On the cheek, it made him frown and shake his head.

But it's always a bit childish.

What echoed in his ears was clearly a foreign language, a foreign verse, he listened to it, but there was no sense, the birds flew up from his shoulders, and sang songs in harmony, one song after another. Another song, Kyogokuhiko turned his head to look at the roses outside the window, and murmured: "It's blooming really well."

Diarmuid looked up at him, then lowered his eyes again, his fingertips slid across the round and fancy handwriting on the paper, and the last verse slowly disappeared from his lips.

"If I see you again,

After many years,

How can I congratulate you,

With tears, with silence. "

At this moment, the sky was already red, and it was already afternoon when they came, and they spent the whole afternoon in the study unknowingly. If they did nothing, they also read two books, drank a few cups of tea, and Provoked a greedy bird.

But if he said he did something, it was just an afternoon of doing nothing.

that is it.

The dinner was a few so-called local specialties. The chef knew that His Majesty must not be used to it just by looking at the British recipes. He specially found a few cooks from France and other places to learn a few dishes from other countries. In order not to be thrown off the table on the spot.

Kyogokuhiko had already mastered the use of knives and forks before he arrived in the UK, but he still disliked that chopsticks were not as convenient.

Diarmuid was not in a hurry, he slowly finished his portion before wiping his mouth, stood up and followed the link of the command spell to find it.

The evening in the British countryside, where the sky is full of red clouds, has a bright and graceful elegance. The feet in cowhide short boots step on shallow footprints, along the path, leading to the rose bushes in full bloom in the field.

From a distance, he saw the figure of Kyogokuhiko in a sky-blue robe standing under the cherry tree, pinning a beautiful rose flower on the temple of the girl in front of him.