The girl was familiar to Dilumudo, and a few hours earlier he had helped her remove the ball that had been stuck in the treetops in exchange for a handful of beautiful roses stained with rain.

Seeing Dilumudo coming from a distance, the girl blushed excitedly, waved at him, and shouted, "Sir, are you also here for a walk?" ”

"Yes, beautiful young lady." Dilumudo gently answered the question of the girl who had just reached his waist, then took out a hair tie from his pocket and pulled up Kyogohiko's long hair that fell loosely on his shoulders, and was glared at by Kyogokuhiko with a smile.

"Do you know each other, sir?" The girl asked, staring at their natural interaction.

"We live together now." Kyogokuhiko was quite patient with the child's temper, "It's there." He turned and pointed to the ornate manor behind him, where they had not gone too far and could see the vague corners of the castle.

"That's great," the girl exclaimed, standing on tiptoe to look in the direction of the manor, a pair of round blue eyes were extremely cute, Kyogokuhiko chuckled, rubbed her curly soft mane, and her fingertips gently slid over the rose on the girl's sideburns, and said, "May you be as beautiful as a rose in the future." ”

"Thank you for your blessings, sir." The girl pulled up her skirt and saluted decently, "Allow me to sing you a song as a token of appreciation." ”

After she finished speaking, she opened her lips and gently sang a ballad, the tone was melodious and cheerful, which was very set against the girl's sweet and mellow voice. ”

The girl grinned and said, "I'm the violinist's daughter." As she was talking, she heard the call of "Christine-" not far away, and knew that it was the family who came to look for her, so she stopped talking to Kyogohiko, waved her hand goodbye, and ran in the direction of the sound with her skirt.

In the empty field, there were only two people left, Kyogohiko and Dilumudo.

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

"There is no moon tonight." Dilumu said suddenly, as if he was a little regretful.

"If there is no moon, you can expect a sky full of stars." Kyogokuhiko continued.

"What if there are no stars?" Dilumudo said again.

"There's still a cool breeze, the sound of cicadas and insects." Kyogokuhiko looked at him reflexively, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Isn't it also a good night?" ”

Dilumudo stopped and said, "Perhaps, for those who have been looking forward to the full moon since the morning, it may be a terrible nightmare. ”

"The unsatisfactory things in the world are the best out of ten, it is better to think about one or two often, and you will live a happier life." Kyogohiko turned around and continued to walk forward, still smiling in his tone, "Since things are difficult to turn around, why bother mediocre people." ”

is to know that it is difficult to return to his homeland, and he made a duckweed, he was only drunk for a few days, and when he woke up, he erased all traces, he should eat and drink, and he should be a rebel who ran away from home.

Behind him, Dilumudo did not follow, he was not in a hurry, he walked slowly, without waiting for Dilumudo, nor deliberately walking fast, the footprints were lined up in a neat row on the path, and gradually rippled like water, as if a moonlight poured down and fell on the water.

Dilumudo looked up and saw the moon hanging high in the pitch-black sky, surrounded by countless stars.

The moon is bright, the stars are scarce, the sky is full of stars, and the moon shadow is not visible, such a scene of stars and moon can only be seen in the inherent enchantment of Kyogokuhiko, Dilumudo looks around, and the quiet fields of the English countryside are around him, and the back of Kyogokuhiko in front of him is slender and straight, and the light cyan tulle robe envelops him, as if he wants to melt into this moonlight.

Dilumu took three more steps and made two steps, stepping on Kyogokuhiko's footprints to follow him, and a moonlight shone under his feet all the time, as if the bad weather that had not seen the moonlight just now was his hallucination.

"Look, the moon isn't coming out." Kyogohiko looked at him lazily, smiling carelessly, and the color of his lips under the moonlight showed a color like a bright red rose, arrogant and gentle, so that Dilumudo couldn't help but smile, and his lips crossed the corners of the man's mouth.

"This is the most beautiful moon I've ever seen."

Zhang Yong's newly bought manor Jing Jiyan was very satisfied, this manor once belonged to the gentry here, an old man who still retained the title of earl even if he was down, as a reward for their bold purchase of the entire manor to relieve his urgent need, the old man introduced Zhang Yong to his circle of friends before leaving England.

- Don't look at him down, a count, a hereditary earl, depends not only on money, but also on the connections that his family has run for generations, this circle is noble and reserved, and would rather reach out and pull a handful of down-and-out friends than open the door to the rich and upstarts.

Unless, that comes from a friend's recommendation.

And Zhang Yong has always been a long-sleeved person who is good at dancing in all directions, not only has he gained a firm foothold in London's high society before Kyogohiko arrived, and has successfully run a business that is not big or small but has enough weight, and in the more than half a month that Kyogokuhiko has been reading books and enjoying flowers in the manor, he has woven a network of interests that encompasses the interests of London's new and old nobles, and the mysterious but unusually zài sense of "master" standing behind him has also become a new round of conversation in the summer of London.

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

"No, no." Jing Jiyan said, lifting the pen and leaving a few lines of small letters on the text in front of him, and the person with a stiff face dressed as a minister sat behind the small table set up at the head of him, sorted out the text by category, made the first annotation, collected the Wen Jiàn approved by Jing Jiyan, and sent it out for distribution.

The whole process was orderly and efficient, and even Di Lumuduo, who couldn't understand those traditional ancient characters, was supported by him to polish the ink and hand the paper, open the fire paint of the invitation card and read its specific contents, and was very busy.

Jing Jiyan has always been accustomed to holding a qiē in his own hands, even if he lived outside the palace for more than ten years in his previous life, he also drove to the frontier in person, and all things in the court were still firmly in his hands.

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

When Dilumudo walked out of the study, the hall was already filled with the aroma of food, the vase was filled with bright roses picked in the morning, the petals were covered with dew, the bright red was lined with white tablecloths, and it was still a mix of a few local specialties and a few chef's specialties, and he hastily ate a few bites before putting down his knife and fork.

"Not to taste?" Kyogohiko asked.

"No, it's just not that hungry." Dilumudo replied, getting up and leaving, of course the food was delicious, but he saw Zhang Yong standing outside the door with a look at him with an embarrassed face, so he got up and asked if something had happened.

Zhang Yong sneakily took Dilumuduo to a secluded place, looked left and right and saw that there was no one around, and then bowed to Dilumuduo and said, "Please save me, sir!" ”

Dilumudo was startled by him, and quickly reached out to help him up, "Is something wrong?" ”

Zhang Yong cried and said with a sad face: "I don't ask Mr. for anything else, I just ask you to mention to Your Majesty, I heard that the flowers of the Marquis of Midoford's house are blooming very well, which is to save the life of a certain person!" As he spoke, he bowed down to Dilumudo, "Please! ”

Di Lumudo hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's just a sentence" He remembered the surname Midoford, and the first invitation he read to Kyogoku was an invitation to the ball from the Marquis of Midofort, but Kyogokuhiko refused without listening to it, and Zhang Yong seemed to want to say something but didn't say it, thinking about it should be a very important thing.

Hearing the softening meaning in his words, Zhang Yong was overjoyed, held his hand and thanked him vigorously, so that Di Lumu couldn't say a word of refusal, so he could only sigh, thinking about when to mention it to Jing Jiyan, whether he could make Jing Jiyan change his mind Regardless of it, it was finally mentioned that it would live up to the trust.

What he didn't expect was that Kyogokuhiko didn't go out for a walk as usual as he expected, but set up a soft couch in the study, leaning on his side to read a spell secret book from the Imperial Gate Academy, and there were a lot of small paper figures in the room that were jumping around to clean up the room, and after stopping for a moment when he pushed the door in, one by one put down the work in his hand and climbed onto the table, lying flat in a stack, "whew" as if leaking, and turned back to the original lifeless pile of paper.

"Coming?" Kyogokuhiko half-stood up and pointed to the single low sofa in front of the soft couch, "Sit." ”

Dilumudo sat down honestly, still thinking about how to speak in his heart, he was not a person who was known for his words, otherwise he would have been able to kill himself in his previous life? Now that this situation is encountered, it is even more of a headache for him.

But Kyogohiko opened his mouth before him: "Which family's banquet?" He flipped through the book and asked casually, catching a glimpse of Dilumudo's surprised and somewhat embarrassed expression out of the corner of his eye, hooking the corners of his lips amusefully, and explaining, "Zhang Yong is looking for you, isn't he?" ”

"Uh-huh." Dilumudo touched his nose, "He asked me to mention to you that the flowers of the Marquis de Midofort's house are blooming very well." ”

"Midofu" Kyogokuhiko's smile deepened, and he squinted at Dilumudo's helpless appearance, dispelled his thoughts of explaining □□ to him, and took a book from the pile of books at hand and threw it over, "Read it, if you read it well, I will go out for a walk." ”

Dilumudo took the book and flipped through it, with quaint and strange illustrations and grammatical sentences, telling him that it was a monster story book from a long time ago.

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

Dilumudo's voice is very suitable for reading, not high or low, and the words are clear, and Kyogokuhiko puts the spell book on his face and makes a false sleep, and his heart is wandering with all kinds of thoughts.

Is the banquet at the Midofort family really that important? That's not necessarily, with Zhang Yong's ability, no matter how much the banquet "must be attended", it will become an "insignificant" banquet, and it is actually a temptation to find Di Lumu Duoto's favor, a temptation that he and Kyogokuhiko both know well.

Zhang Yong was testing what Di Lumudo's status was, which determined how he, as well as the thousands of people in the inherent enchantment, should treat this airborne special person, in case his own fart slapped on the horse's leg and annoyed His Majesty in vain and lost his life.

Of course, Jing Jiyan knew that he was careful about this idea, although those eunuchs had watched him grow up since he was a child, how could he not watch the eunuchs around him grow up, and he could completely pinch them in the palm of his hand little by little, it can be said that if they blinked, he could guess whether to do bad things or pat on the back.

It's just that he doesn't say or ask, looking at those foxes and fake tigers arrogant and domineering, and with a little allocation, he grabs and bites people he doesn't like a mad dog, and I don't know how many jokes are added after tea and dinner.

Of course, this does not mean that he will not be angry when he is tempted to the top of his head, Kyogokuhiko closes his eyes and listens to the protagonist of Dilumudo's story as he cuts off the monster's cramp and peels off his head, and his fingertips tap on the soft couch to create a smooth rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just like his incomprehensible mind.

The little paper figures stacked on the desk got up again, and continued to work one by one, some put the books around Kyogokuhiko back on the shelves, some sorted out the desks, some pulled up the light fur and covered Kyogokuhiko, and even a few of them, courteously gathered around Dilumudo, lifting the books on his knees for him and turning them into qualified bookshelves.

Dilumudo smiled and flipped through another page of yellowed parchment.

The lights are shining outside the window, and if the years are stagnant, it can be regarded as a quiet time.