Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

The girl was somewhat familiar to Diarmuid. A few hours ago, he helped her remove the leather ball stuck between the treetops, in exchange for a handful of beautiful roses that were soaked in rain.

Seeing Diarmuid walking from a distance, the girl blushed excitedly, waved to him, and called, "Sir, are you here for a walk too?"

"Yes, beautiful lady." Diarmuid gently answered the question of the girl who had just reached his waist, then took out a hair rope from his pocket, and gathered Kyogokuhiko's long hair that was scattered on his shoulders. Hair, Kyogokuhiko glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Sir, do you know each other?" The girl stared at their natural interaction and asked.

"We live together now." Kyogokuhiko was quite patient with the child's temper, "It's right there." He turned and pointed to the gorgeous manor behind him. They didn't go too far, and you can still see the castle here Fuzzy sharp corners.

"It's great..." the girl exclaimed, standing on tiptoe and looking in the direction of the manor, a pair of round blue eyes are extremely cute, Kyogoku smiled lowly, rubbed her curly and soft mane hair, and slid her fingertips gently Rose on the girl's temple, said: "May you be as beautiful as Rose in the future."

"Thank you for your blessing, sir." The girl pulled up her skirt in a dignified salute, "Please allow me to sing a song for you as a thank you."

After she finished speaking, she opened her lips and gently sang a folk song. The tune was melodious and cheerful, which perfectly matched the girl's sweet and round voice. After hearing her finish singing, Jing Jiyan clapped his hands and said, "It's very nice."

The girl smiled and said, "I'm the daughter of a violinist." Just as she was speaking, she heard the voice of "Christine——" not far away, and she knew that it was her family who came to look for her, so she didn't Talked to Kyogokuhiko again, waved his hands goodbye, and ran towards the direction of the voice holding his skirt.

In the open field, there were only two people left, Kyogokuhiko and Diarmuid.

No one spoke, one after the other walked slowly on the slightly wet soil after the rain, and the sky showed the intertwined colors of dusk and night.

"There is no moon tonight." Diarmuid said suddenly, seeming a little regretful.

"If there is no moon, you can also look forward to a sky full of stars." Kyogokuhiko continued.

"What if there are no stars?" Diarmuid asked again.

"There is still a cool breeze, and the sound of cicadas and insects." Kyogokuhiko turned to look at him, with a slight smile in his eyes, "Isn't it also a very beautiful night?"

Diarmuid stopped and said, "Maybe... But for those who have been looking forward to the full moon since morning, it might be a terrible nightmare."

"Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in the world, it's better to think about one or two, and you will live a happier life." Kyogokuhiko turned and continued to walk forward, with a smile in his tone, "Since things are difficult to turn around, why bother with mediocrity. "

Even if he knew that his homeland was hard to return to, he became a duckweed, and he only got drunk for a few days, and all traces were erased when he woke up.

Diarmuid did not follow behind him, and he was not in a hurry. He walked slowly without waiting for Diarmuid, and did not deliberately walk fast. The footprints were arranged in a neat row on the path, gradually appearing The water-like ripples seemed to be a ray of moonlight pouring down and falling on the water.

Diarmuid looked up, the bright moon hung high in the dark sky, and countless stars were reflected around him.

The moon is bright, but the stars are few, and the sky is full of stars, but the shadow of the moon is not seen. This scene of stars and moons shining brightly can only be seen in the inherent enchantment of Kyogokuhiko. Diarmuid looks around, surrounded by the quiet English countryside In the wilderness, Kyogokuhiko's back is slender and straight in front of him, and he is surrounded by a light blue tulle blouse, as if he is about to melt into the moonlight.

Diarmui took three steps and two steps at a time, followed Kyogokuhiko's footprints to keep up with him, and a moonlight shone under his feet all the time, as if the bad weather without moonlight just now was his illusion.

"Look, the moon is coming out now." Jing Jiyan looked at him lazily, with a half-smile that was not a smile, and the color of his lips under the moonlight showed a color like a bright red rose, which was arrogant and gentle , so that Diarmuid couldn't help showing a smile, and his lips flicked across the corner of the man's mouth.

"This is the most beautiful moon I have ever seen."

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The manor Zhang Yongxin bought, Jing Jiyan, was very satisfied. This manor once belonged to the gentry here, an old man who still kept the earl title even though he was down and out. The old man introduced Zhang Yong into his circle of friends before leaving England.

——Don't look down on him, to measure an earl, a hereditary earl, not only rely on money, but also the connections of his family for generations. This circle is noble and reserved, and he would rather reach out to a friend who is down and out , and are unwilling to open the door to those wealthy upstarts.

Unless, that comes from the recommendation of their friends.

And Zhang Yong has always been the kind of person with long sleeves, good dancing, and exquisite appearance. Not only has he established a firm foothold in London's upper class before Jing Jiyan arrived, but he has also successfully managed a small but significant business. Ji Yanwo spent more than half a month reading books and admiring flowers in the manor, weaving a network of interests covering the upstarts and old families in London, and standing behind him mysteriously but with an unusual sense of presence "Master" has also become A new round of talk in the midst of London's summer.

Therefore, in this unusually hot social season, invitations to various dance parties and tea parties still flew into Kyogokuhiko's manor like snowflakes.

"No." Jing Jiyan said, picking up a pen and writing down a few lines of small letters on the document in front of him for review. A man dressed as a minister with a stiff face sat behind the small table set up under him and sorted out the documents. , Make the first comment, collect the documents that Kyogokuhiko has reviewed, and send them out for distribution.

The whole process was methodical and efficient. Even Diarmuid, who couldn't understand those ancient traditional characters, was ordered by him to grind ink and pass paper, unwrap the wax of the invitation and recite the specific content. He was too busy.

Jing Jiyan has always been used to holding everything in his own hands. In his previous life, even though he lived outside the palace for more than ten years, he even went to the frontier by himself, and everything in the court was still firmly in his hands. Don't you see the past? Nian Liu Jin was very powerful, and he was just a dog in front of him. It was not pleasing to the eye, and it was only a matter of raising his hand to kill him.

So those decisions that seem to be made by Zhang Yong are all standing behind the shadow of Jing Jiyan. Zhang Yong, the big housekeeper, looks majestic, but he is also Jing Jiyan's lackey, but he is smart. If he is more obedient, His Majesty will give him some face, that's all.

When Diarmuid walked out of the study room, the hall was already filled with the smell of food. In the vase, there were gorgeous roses picked in the morning, with dew in the petals. The bright red matched the white tablecloth, as usual. A mix of special dishes and several chef's specialty dishes, he took a few bites before putting down his knife and fork.

"Not to your taste?" Kyogokuhiko asked.

"No, I'm just not very hungry." Diarmuid replied, got up to leave, the food was of course delicious, but he saw Zhang Yong standing outside the door and kept winking at him with embarrassment. I got up and asked if something happened.

Zhang Yong took Diarmuiduo to a secluded place furtively, looked left and right and saw no one around, then bowed to the ground fiercely to Diarmuiduo, and said, "Mister, please help me!"

Diarmuid was taken aback by him, and quickly reached out to help him up, "Is something wrong?"

Zhang Yong said with a mournful face: "I don't ask for anything else, sir, I just ask you to tell your majesty that the flowers in the Marquis of Midford's house are blooming very well, so I saved my life!" Diarmuid bowed down, "Please!"

Diarmuid hesitated for a moment, and said, "Just a word..." He remembered the surname Midford, and the first invitation he read to Kyogokuhiko was a ball invitation from the Marquis of Midford. Kyogokuhiko refused before he finished listening. At that time, Zhang Yong seemed to want to say something but didn't say it. It should be a very important thing.

Hearing the softening meaning in his words, Zhang Yongda was overjoyed, held his hand and kept thanking him, Dilumu couldn't say a word of refusal with that look, he could only sigh, thinking about when to go with him Kyogokuhiko mentioned the last sentence, regardless of whether Kyogokuhiko can change his mind, if he mentions it, he will live up to his trust.

What he didn't expect was that Kyogokuhiko, as if he expected him to come, did not go out for a walk as usual, but set up a soft couch in the study, leaning on his side and flipping through a book from Yumonin's family. There were many little paper dolls bouncing around and tidying up the room. After a moment of pause when he pushed the door open, they put down their work one by one and climbed onto the table, laying flat in a pile. , "Huh" sounded like a leak, and turned back to the original lifeless stack of papers.

"Coming?" Kyogokuhiko stood up halfway, pointing to the single low sofa in front of the soft couch, "Sit."

Diarmuid sat down obediently, still thinking over and over in his heart how to speak. He was not good at words, otherwise he could have killed himself in his previous life?Now that this situation happened, it was even more of a headache for him.

It was Kyogokuhiko who spoke before him: "Which family's banquet?" He flipped through the book and asked casually, seeing Diarmuid's surprised and somewhat embarrassed expression from the corner of his eyes, and hooked the corners of his lips amusedly, He explained: "Zhang Yong has been looking for you, hasn't he?"

"Hmm... ah." Diarmuid rubbed his nose, "He asked me to tell you that the flowers in the house of the Marquis of Midford are blooming very well."

"Midofort..." The smile on Kyogokuhiko's face deepened, he squinted at Diarmuid's bewildered look, gave up explaining the inside story to him, and threw a book from the pile of books at hand, " Read it, if you read it well, I will go out to relax."

Diarmuid caught the book and flipped through it. The quaint and weird illustrations plus grammatical sentences told him that it was a monster story book from long ago.

He sighed, gave up exploring Kyogokuhiko's reading range, spread the book on his knees, and read line by line, "I spent three months searching for this monster..."

Diarmuid's voice is very suitable for reading, and he speaks clearly, neither high nor low. Kyogokuhiko put the spell book on his face and pretended to be asleep, with various thoughts wandering in his heart.

Is the banquet at Midford's house really that important?That's not necessarily true. With Zhang Yong's ability, no matter how "must attend" the banquet, it will become an "insignificant" banquet. It is actually a temptation to spend a lot of time trying to find Diarmuiduo's favor. A temptation that both he and Kyogokuhiko knew well.

Zhang Yong is testing Diarmuid's status, which determines how he and thousands of people in the Inherent Barrier should treat this special airborne person, in case he is flattered on the horse's leg, In vain annoyed His Majesty and lost his life.

Of course, Jing Jiyan knew his careful thinking. Although those eunuchs watched him grow up, why didn't he watch the eunuchs around him grow up, and he was able to hold them in the palm of his hand little by little. Said that they blinked and he could guess whether they were going to do something bad or kiss ass.

It's just that he doesn't talk and doesn't ask, watching those few foxes pretending to be arrogant and domineering, they are like mad dogs catching people he doesn't like, and they don't know how many after-dinner jokes are added.

Of course, this does not mean that he will not be angry when he is tempted to the top of his head. Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes, listening to the protagonist in Diarmuid's story cramp the monster and chop off his head, tapping his fingertips on the soft couch. The smooth rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, is just like his unpredictable mind.

The little paper figurines stacked on the desk climbed up again, bouncing and continuing to work one by one, some put the books around Jing Jiyan back on the shelf, some tidied up the desk, and some pulled up light fur to cover Jing Jiyan There were even a few on his body, graciously leaning beside Diarmuid, lifting the books on his knees for him, turning them into qualified bookshelves.

Diarmuid smiled, and turned over another page of yellowed parchment.

The lights are bright and the cicadas are singing outside the window. If the years stop here, it can be considered that the years are quiet.