[Quick Crossing] Run away after the little toffee dregs

The moment he turned around, Horn suddenly said: "My lord, you are the only one."

Su Xi was startled, the corners of her lips raised slowly, and she murmured in a low voice: "You are also...my one and only."

The one and only from beginning to end.

Horn's figure disappeared by the window, Su Xi turned to the door lazily, "Come in."

While getting dressed again, Su Xi was thinking about how to talk to Lambert.

In fact, no matter whether Horn jumped out of the window or not, the news that he spent the night in Su Xi's room had already reached Lambert's ears.

As the owner of the entire mansion, every part of the mansion is his eyes and ears.

But Lambert didn't react much, it seemed to him just a common thing.

Su Xi didn't know whether to lament the openness or corruption of people in this era.

As soon as Su Xi came to look for Lambert, before he could say the words he had been thinking about for a long time, Lambert said lightly, "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements."

Su Xi groaned, apparently before he could react, and Lambert burst out laughing, "Little Dylan, I won't treat your little lover badly." After Lambert finished speaking, he rarely blinked playfully. blink.

For the next half a month, Su Xi couldn't see Horn's figure, except for that day, Horn came to his mansion the next morning, but Su Xi was playing outside at that time, so he missed Horn.

This mistake was half a month.

I don't know what power Lambert used, Horn was arranged to fight in the most affluent piece of land.

Horn is a man of real ability, and the frontline battle reports keep sending good news.

Su Xi propped his head, holding the letters that Horn sent in his spare time between his fingertips, each time they were very short, but Su Xi took the trouble to disassemble and assemble the gorgeous and beautiful words over and over again.

Looking at it apart, it is Horn's lingering longing.

Combined, it is a handsome and courageous conqueror.

There was the sound of small footsteps behind him, the sound of soft heels stepping on the ground, Su Xi turned around, still wearing a white robe, Lambert whose face was so delicate that Su Xi would freeze his breath every time he looked at it.

Lambert glanced at the letter that Su Xi had hidden behind him too late, blinked and teased, "What? Is there anything I can't show my brother?"

"Brother!" Su Xi's cheeks blushed, Lambert clearly did, and asked the question knowingly!

Lambert blinked, stopped paying attention to the letter, and said a few words with emotion: "My little Dylan has grown into an adult."

Even a little exaggerated secretly sad, "I'm no longer as close as before with my brother."

Su Xi's ears turned red. In the past, he loved to pester Lambert the most. In recent days, his thoughts followed Horn to the battlefield full of fireworks.

Su Xi pursed her lips shyly, and stretched out her hand to grab Lambert's sleeve: "How could Dylan forget my brother?"

Lambert pampered Su Xi's soft hair, and said in a low voice: "No matter what Dylan wants to do, my brother will support you behind, so don't be surprised by others, I only have a brother like you. "His white jade-like fingertips caressed Su Xi's cheek: "I will treat you well."

This is, do you feel like your brother is pampering you? Su Xi's eyes turned red.

Lambert's hands were warm, falling on his face as if he was trapped in a woolen quilt, with summer roses, roses and other flowers on his body, Su Xi tilted his head and rubbed against Lambert coquettishly. , just about to look up; "Brother..."

Facing the eyes with gentle smiles on the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, Su Xi was caught off guard, and suddenly recalled a person who had almost forgotten in his mind.

In the first world, he also has an older brother, a weird older brother.

Lambert blinked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Su Xi collected her scattered thoughts, and forced a smile: "It's nothing."

But once the seeds of doubt were planted, Su Xi couldn't help herself not to observe Lambert's every move.

But the more you observe, the more Lambert looks like that person.

Cen Su likes white, and Lambert also likes white. Anyway, in the city, Su Xi has never seen aristocrats who like to wear white without any decorations on their hands. They always like to wear gorgeous and gorgeous robes, with hands full of jewels Gems, even slaves were sometimes rewarded by their masters with a jewel or two.

He remembered... Cen Su said that he didn't like jewelry.

Lambert is always indifferent to everything, and his slightly raised eyes seem to be transparent about everything.

Su Xi shook his head, throwing these conjectures out of his mind. Sometimes he couldn't completely believe in his own judgment. Once doubts came to his mind, his brain would automatically turn some things into the results he wanted. He couldn't be ignored. This kind of thinking misleads the direction,

Lambert was lying on the recliner, casually flipping through the book, he suddenly paused, and glanced at the absent-minded Su Xi: "Dylan seems to have something on his mind recently."

Su Xi paused, with a smile on his lips: "Brother, I have a little doubt."

Lambert put down the scroll, looked straight at Su Xi, and sat up slightly, obviously listening to Su Xi's question seriously.

Su Xi paused with her fingertips, and seemed to hold Lambert's hand: "Brother, why don't you deserve to wear jewelry?"

Lambert glanced at his fingers and said with a smile, "Have you forgotten? Ever since the jewelry on my hand scratched your forehead when I was a child, I have never worn those things again. Habit."

Su Xi didn't expect such a reason, but it's been so long that he can't remember clearly, it probably happened when he was a child, Su Xi blushed, feeling ashamed for doubting Lambert.

Lambert glanced at Su Xi and said emptyly, thoughtfully: "Although jewelry is nothing, it is also a status symbol, but I ignored it." He took Su Xi's hand and turned it around .

At night, just as Su Xi was about to go to bed, the slave knocked lightly on Su Xi's door.

Su Xi paused: "What's the matter?"

"Master Lambert asked me to bring you something."

"come in."

The slave bent over and walked in respectfully holding the things in his hand.

Su Xi stretched out his hand to stroke the red silk on it, and froze in place.

There are dozens of pairs of beautiful and gorgeous ornaments on the tray made of gold. Among them is a malachite, which is polished and beautiful. The royal blue is like the starry sky at night, and it is inlaid in platinum.

Su Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was trying to test it casually, but Lambert thought he wanted jewelry.

He doesn't lack these things, the locker is still full of locks, and he doesn't bring a heavy pair every day.

The slave lowered his head, "The blue siren's eye was supervised by the adult, and it has been prepared for a long time. The adult also said, you don't have to refuse or feel embarrassed. These jewels were originally intended for you. It's just a matter of time."

With an unspeakable mood, Su Xi took these things and said in a low voice, "Brother, is he asleep?"

The slave said: "My lord has gone out for a while, he is tired and has already fallen asleep."

The days passed slowly, and there were more and more news about Horn.

Lambert said softly: "I heard that Horn led the army to overcome the harsh natural conditions and conquer the western Mediterranean."

He raised his eyebrows: "I just gave him a chance, but he created a miracle."

There was indescribable emotion in Lambert's tone. Su Xi vaguely felt that this was probably a kind of heroic sympathy. After all, Lambert was once a general who galloped on the battlefield, and his name spread all over the Mediterranean.

The day of triumphant return is getting closer.

This morning, when Su Xi was familiar with him, he could clearly feel the excitement that the slave was trying to suppress, so he couldn't help asking curiously: "What happened?"

The slave was startled, and his face instantly became flustered. He wanted to kneel down but was stopped by Su Xi in a low voice: "Stand still."

The slave's weakened legs quickly stood up straight, lowered his head and said cautiously: "Today is the day when Commander Horn returns in triumph. The king ordered a triumphant ceremony to be held, and the whole city will welcome it. As slaves, we can also watch it."

A triumph is a special ceremony, the highest honor a commander can receive.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Su Xi with some fear. The slave can see it, but in the final analysis it depends on the master's will.

Fortunately, Su Xi didn't say anything, she just lowered her eyebrows and didn't know what to think about.

The slave was restless, until Su Xi said in a low voice; "Continue."

Only then did he dare to pick up a comb to separate Su Xi's hair, but he was thinking in his heart that there is no more enlightened nobleman than Lord Lambert and Lord Dylan. Angry master.

By the time Horn stood in Mars Square and was about to start the parade, the crowd had already stood up on both sides of the street with smiles and crazy admiration on their faces. It is to watch the triumphant ceremony from the highest window of one's own house.

Driving in the front is a two-horse chariot with an iron helmet on the snow-white horse. Behind the chariot stands an imposing commander. He is wearing a general's armor and his face is Wrapped in a helmet, it didn't affect the people's support for him at all.

Walking in the middle of the team are trophies and prisoners of war in shackles. These prisoners of war may enter the arena in the future and become gladiators.

Some will become slaves and never be free for the rest of their lives.

At the end of the line, there are some animals for offering.

Flowers, crowding, screaming.

But there is no figure of day and night.

Horn scanned the surroundings, and when he didn't see the imaginary person, he said in his heart that it was a lie if he didn't feel uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, noble nobles like Dylan would not appear among these commoners .

If he doesn't come, I'll go find him.

With a smile on his lips, Horn drove the carriage through Mars Square, through the streets of the city, all the way to Jupiter on the top of Capitol Hill, the Temple of Capitolinus. ?