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Makino picked up the work in his hands for the unconscious Mu Chuan, and the whole process was smoother than he had imagined, whether it was the discussion of bills or the progress of reforms, and after dealing with a group of nobles who were not safe enough or smart enough, the bright side There was no further hindrance and everything went smoothly.

He began to live a regular life of two points and one line in the government office-the palace. Compared with Mu Chuan's dedication, Makino can be said to strictly abide by the rule of getting off work at six o'clock. Disapproving looks from some old officials.

They wouldn't say it clearly, but they would stare at Makino's back with condemning eyes, trying to make him uneasy from the conscience.As a prince, how could he not dedicate himself to the social development and progress of Zongxing. They have been working hard at their posts all their lives, and the strong Mu Ye left first.It's outrageous.

If the gaze could have caused substantial damage, the clothes on Makino's back must have been torn and holes had been pierced.

It's a pity that Makino has a conscience intermittently, but not in a basic state.If you want to restrain him on a moral level, you can only be disappointed.

As time went by, Makino's work became more and more convenient, but his complexion became darker and darker.

He clearly agreed that he was just an agent, why did he get more and more get off work, he almost failed to get off work on time several times, when is Mu Chuan good, he is here to catch fish, not to build a great insect star of.

Makino sat on the suspension car back to the palace sullenly, and the high-speed driving turned the scenery outside into colorful lines. At first, because of the anticipation in his heart, he would happily lie on the window and look out. The shiny neon signs , rushing suspension car, forming a colorful road, leading him to the finish line, back to Faovilla's side.

Now, his heart is still looking forward to it, but more of it is fatigue. Excessive use of the brain makes him mentally sleepy, like a shriveled jellyfish short of water, the tentacles of the canopy are all shrunk into a ball, like a ball of dry grass, and the nerve network is also exhausted. It has lost its function, is completely on strike, unable to give the slightest feedback to the outside world, his gaze is more dull than the most stupid non-intelligent bionic machine, like a pool of stagnant water, it can't even reflect light, like a black hole, it absorbs all the colorful light Devoured, leaving a shadow in the air.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, turning into a wavy line. Makino walked hard on this line in a suspended vehicle, moving forward for a while, and backward for a while. He stared blankly at the giant hologram of the mechanical city monitor in the distance. Projection, staring at the other party's inorganic translucent eyes, a smile with the same curvature of the lips, in a trance, I feel that a long time has passed. There is still a long way to go.

Before Makino sighed 28 times, the suspension car finally returned to the palace, the door opened automatically, he bowed his head and stepped out of the car, standing on the stone ground with both feet, still sighed.

so tired.

So sorry.

How to turn an enthusiastic Makino into a disheartened salted fish is very simple, just let him work continuously for a month.

The eyebrows at the ends of the eyes and the corners of the lips, which were raised all the time before, are all drooping down now, and the whole worm is interpreting a word from head to toe-what is it like to be depressed.

The weather was already very cold, so Makino put on the red scarf that Faovilla woven for him. The scarf blocked the cold outside and brought him warmth.

This spot of bright red wraps around him, pulling him tenaciously, preventing him from sinking into the swamp of depression. It is not a golden sun, it cannot radiate light and heat by itself, and dispel the coldness on Makino's body, but its existence is enough to lure him. He caught Makino and prevented him from falling further.

That was Faovera's love.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Makino took two quick steps, his soul began to recover gradually, just like when he left the palace in the morning, the smooth stone slabs on the ground, the carved pillars, the flying eaves, the entangled flower branches, everything was bare The trunk of the tree and the still verdant green leaves quietly stole half of Makino's soul, hiding in every fine line of carving and pattern, every branch and leaf.

That's why he was delirious and muddled. When he returned to the palace, on the way back to the palace, these soul fragments would fly back into his body one by one, making him more complete and more conscious.

The north wind blew his hair back with icy cold air. Makino took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs from his nose, making him shiver. His steps gradually became brisk, and he turned another corner. We are almost at our destination.

The corners of Makino's lips curled up slightly when he didn't notice, and the crisp sound of the leather shoes stepping on the stone slab showed the master's expectation.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew head-on, the wind was so strong that Makino closed his eyes involuntarily, and then he felt a sudden coolness on his face, Makino opened his eyes, and a crystal snowflake fluttered in front of his eyes , circling and slowly falling, and then countless snowflakes sprinkled in front of him, one after another, covering his sight.

Snowing.

At this moment, the world is empty and everything is silent, only the sound of snowflakes falling, quiet and complicated, Makino stood in the snow for a while, and then reluctantly walked into the hall.

The snowflakes that fell on the hair and clothes met the warm air in the hall, and quickly turned into small drops of water. Makino took off his scarf, took off his coat, and looked around, but he didn't see Faovilla. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much, so he went upstairs to change his clothes.

There was no Faovilla in the bedroom, so Makino yelled a few times, but there was no response. He blinked in confusion. Could it be that Faovilla was playing hide-and-seek with him?

Thinking of this, Makino didn't intend to directly ask the bionic robot servants in the hall, and he searched room by room with great interest.

He pushed open the door of the study first, and there were many books on the bookshelf. There were only desks and sofas inside, and none of them could breathe.He walked out of the study room and entered the game room. The two game cabins lying side by side were also empty.Indoor bath, no.Home theater, no.Virtual vacation home, no.Wine cellar, no.Mini bar, no.Fitness room, no.

There is only the last room left, which contains the virtual actual combat instrument, the mecha control training instrument, and the spiritual power booster, which Mu Ye jokingly called the third aunt's care.

He wanted to lament his luck, and he was the last one to find it.

Makino pushed open the door and found Faovilla in the room. He was lying in the virtual combat instrument, and the screen next to him projected the scene in his mind.

It had been a long time since Makino had seen Faovilla fighting so wantonly. He pulled up a chair and sat in front of the screen, resting his chin on the screen and focused on enjoying it.

Faovera held a lightsaber in each of his left and right hands, with light purple lines in the dark blue. With his chopping movement, he cut off several legs of a spider-shaped beast, and an electric arc burst out from the contact surface. Jumping on the body of the spider-shaped beast, it was burnt with electricity.

Faovera kept moving, jumping backwards, dodging the pounce of a wolf-shaped beast, then leaping forward, stepping directly on its huge wolf head, then jumping up relay, turning over and stabbing down, two lightsabers It sank into the back of the strange beast's neck, and the blood spattered out, covering him all over.

He didn't even frown, the lightsaber in his hand was held firmly, the insect's wings spread and flew to the side, dodging the bee needles, jumping over the venom, the sword flower trembled so fast that his eyes could hardly catch it.

Makino stared intently, his expression obsessed, and his mind was full of thoughts: My wife is so handsome! !Ah I'm dead! !

Why is there such an existence as Faowella in this world.

He is calm and stable, strong and gentle, sharper than a knife, softer than a floating cloud.

He is decisive and ruthless when killing the enemy. He has all kinds of weapons at his fingertips. The dagger can be played with in his hands. As if specially made for war, he leads the killing, not the killing leading him.

But in front of Makino, he stroked Makino's body with his weapon-holding hand, and his fingers were equally nimble.The blue pupils that were frozen like solid ice melted into a pool of water, causing ripples for Makino.

His words are soft, his lips soft, sweeter than honey.

Makino stared at Faovilla's figure, love was born from his heart, and with every heartbeat, the blood flowed to the limbs and bones, and flowed through the nerve endings.

At the end of the trial, Faovilla sat up from the instrument, and fell a light kiss head-on, just a touch between lips, nothing else.

Then he saw Makino, who was watching him with a blushing face, "It's snowing outside, do you want to go out and see the first snow this year?"

By the time they finished their dinner, the snow had fallen heavily, thick and dense, and each snowflake was the size of a fingertip. If you look carefully, you can see that the big snowflakes are composed of several small snowflakes with six sides. stuck together.

There was already a layer of snow on the ground, not too thick, it barely covered the soles of the shoes. When the shoes stepped on it, the falling snow made an unbearable creaking sound, but it was still flattened, and a complete print was printed. shoe prints.

As if he had never seen snow before, Makino stepped on the snow, drawing a bunch of strange patterns.

The freshly fallen snow is very sticky, and Makino can form a ball with a light squeeze. His eyes lit up, and he quickly ran to Faovilla, like a happy puppy, and made a longing voice: "Let's have a snowball fight!"

Faovilla's eyes fell on his hands that were red from the snow, and his brows were frowned. He took out a handkerchief to wipe off the snow on them, "It's all red from the cold, don't you know it's cold?"

Makino stretched out his hand obediently, and shook his head honestly: "It's not cold, maybe it's because I'm too happy."

Faovera: "Put on your gloves and I'll have a snowball fight with you."

"Yeah!" Makino was about to jump up excitedly. He ran back to the house and took out two pairs of gloves. After putting them on with Faovera, Makino immediately bent down to grab a ball of snow, and folded his hands together. After pinching, it formed a snowball, and then threw it on Faovilla while he was wearing gloves.

The snowball was loosely pinched, and broke apart after a dozen blows. A large white flower exploded instantly on Faovilla's gray coat, like snowflakes blooming on her body.

He was not annoyed at being attacked. Seeing that Makino threw another snowball over, Faovilla quickly bent down to avoid the attack. While bending down, he directly reached out and grabbed a handful of snow to make The regiment, got up and threw it, hitting Makino's back.

"One to one."

Makino's fighting spirit was immediately aroused, and he shouted directly: "If you lose, you must obey the other party's words unconditionally!"

After speaking, another snowball was thrown in the past, and Fauvi easily dodged it. The two sides came and went and played for more than half an hour. The lights and the moonlight illuminated the field together.

"No, no." Panting heavily, Makino bent down and supported his knees with his hands, and waved at Faovera, "I can't move anymore."

Makino's arms and legs were sore, so he simply sat on the ground. As he spoke, hot air continued to spew out from his mouth, turning into a white smoke, which looked like an air leak.

Makino raised his head and looked at Faovilla, who hadn't changed much, even his breathing was still steady, and said intermittently, "Why are you so powerful? Damn it, you can't hit."

Faovera thought to herself that he was a military female who had been exercising frequently and had been on the battlefield. If he was not as strong as a pampered male in terms of physical strength, it would be over.

He pulled Muye up from the ground, helped him pat off the snow, and said, "It's cold on the ground, don't sit on it. Besides, isn't it normal that I'm so powerful?"

Faovilla smiled clearly: "I thought every night, you would clearly realize this."

Makino's face was reddish, it could not be said that it was caused by exercising for too long, or because he was shy, he hesitated for a while, and choked out a sentence: "Can't you let me?"

Faovilla thought about it seriously for a while, "No."

Makino: "..."

Makino: "Damn it!"

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-2719:33:03-2022-08-2911:56:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 song and sigh;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Baiyun puffs;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!