By the time we arrived at the manor, it was already clearing, and the sun was rarely showing a good color, but the trees were still dripping with water. The eunuch carefully held an umbrella to cover the stagnant water on the tree, and the palace maid half-knelt to tidy up the corners of Kyogohiko's clothes, and by the way, put away the coat that Dilumudo had taken off.

The entire estate had been put in order before they arrived, and the original owner's bad taste, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, was not in sight of His Majesty, so only the exquisite crystal chandeliers of the glory days, the frescoes on the ceiling, and the study full of books were retained, and the rest was restored by famous local craftsmen.

A eunuch like Zhang Yong is the best at figuring out his intentions, and Jing Jiyan doesn't need to say anything about him to do it properly, knowing that His Majesty is just trying to make it fresh when he crosses the ocean so far, so he naturally tries his best to preserve the original flavor of the house, and even spends a lot of money to buy many books from the bookseller to fill the study, and replace the flowers in the garden with small roses that are in vogue at the moment.

At this time, the roses were blooming just right, and the clusters were still stained with rainwater, and they were washed bright and fresh, and the heat was like a fire about to be ignited, and Kyogoku broke off a branch and put it in the pocket of Dilumudo's chest, and said with a smile: "This flower is very compatible with you." ”

Dilumudo shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's still the blood flower on the tip of the spear that is more worthy of me." ”

"Roses also have thorns." Kyogohiko said, "You can only watch from a distance and not blasphemous, and the dignified posture is heartbreaking." He said ambiguously, but his face was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were a little smiling, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, Di Lumu's heart moved slightly, and he pulled out the rose in his pocket, and put it on the sideburns of Kyogokuhiko, and chuckled: "The rose is quite commensurate with you." ”

The bright red rose is just a small one, embellished in the black hair and sideburns of the youth, and it looks even as white as snow and the tail of the eyes is red, and even the eyes that are born with arrogance and arrogance are all added a little soft color because of the rose.

Kyogohiko raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, threw the rose □□ into the flower garden, turned his head and walked into the house, Xu was a little annoyed, he walked a little faster than before, and the corners of his robe turned over at his feet.

Although it was not a meal when it arrived, the kitchen still made some simple ones for Kyogohiko to enjoy, and finally served a local dessert that the chef had studied for several days to make, so that His Majesty Xià could eat a fresh, originally named even milk fat muffin, which was not brilliant, and it was just used to test Kyogohiko's acceptance of this kind of fresh gadget.

After all, after studying British recipes for a while, the chef has completely lost faith in what is a dead fishhead pie.

In fact, Kyogokuhiko's acceptance of this thing was indeed average, and after eating two bites, he gave it to Zhang Yong, who was standing aside to serve, and the chef breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly served the steaming glutinous rice balls, which were wrapped in freshly made rose sauce, and after eating two, Kyogokuhiko went upstairs to the study with a plate.

Dilumudo looked left and right, and felt that he had nothing to do, so he simply left the manor in hiding, carefully probing the environment around the manor—as a qualified warrior, knowing the surroundings of the residence is the minimum professional quality.

At this time, Kyogohiko was putting a Celtic mythological story in a conspicuous place at hand, flipping through another secret book of charms and spells of the Imperial Gate Courtyard that had nothing to do with it, and looking out of the window of the study, he happened to see the garden full of roses like fire, and from time to time a bird fell looking left and right, which was quite interesting.

So he pulled a piece of white paper and folded it into a paper crane, and blew on it to send it out, and the white paper crane clumsily flapped its wings and landed beside the bird.

The little bird tilted its head, as if it did not see the difference between the crane and itself, and jumped twice in a friendly way and rubbed the neck of the crane, making a crisp chirping sound.

The paper crane flapped its wings, suddenly turned back into a blank piece of paper, and firmly wrapped the bird in it, Kyogokuhiko flew back to his hand with a hook of his fingers, and the ball-shaped white paper shook left and right on the table, it should be the reason why the birds inside were desperately struggling, he smiled, neatly lifted the white paper, and pressed the wings with both hands before the bird flew up, and the bird immediately froze in his hand as if it was fixed, and the little black bean stared at him innocently, looking pitiful.

Kyogokuhiko summoned a small plate of millet to soak soft, and after two laps in front of the birds, he easily bought this greedy little thing, even if he let go of his hand, he didn't want to run away, and just buried his head in pecking at the millet on the plate to eat.

"Stupid thing." He smiled and flicked the bird's little head, flicked the bird in a fight, flew around inexplicably, and saw that there was no other movement, so he buried his head in the millet saucer and refused to look up.

When Dilumudo returned, he held a few roses, swirled up the stairs, and when he opened the door of the study, he saw Kyogohiko leaning against the side of the bed, flipping through the books, and on his shoulders stood a brightly colored bird, with its small mouth open and making a pleasant chirping.

The sun was just right at the beginning of the day, and his eyebrows and eyes were soft and not half angular, and he couldn't see the arrogant and vicious character at all, and when he heard the sound of Dilumudo opening the door, Kyogoku moved his gaze to the door, "Back?" He said, raising his eyebrows slightly, "You're going to mess with flowers." ”

Dilumudo smiled, sighed that what he had just seen was indeed an illusion, and said, "It's just a child's gift." ”

Kyogokuhiko glanced sideways at the roses on Dilumudo's hands, and they were blooming brightly, the petals were still stained with a little rain, and the rhizomes were of different lengths, probably hastily picked and tied up with a tender yellow ribbon, and the end of the hairband was embroidered with a C of the flower body.

I don't know which lady's headband.

Dilumudo put the rose in the empty vase on the desk, and when he glanced at it, he happened to see the Celtic mythology that Kyogokuhiko had not yet opened, his face stiffened for a moment, and then he immediately changed to a smile and asked, "Celtic mythology?" ”

"It's interesting to watch." Kyogokuhiko raised his eyes, and Dilumu was standing in such a clever position that he was now almost completely encircled in a chair, "What, you don't want me to see it?" ”

"If you want to see it, I'm naturally okay with it." Dilumudo straightened up and made a gesture of arranging the roses, as if he didn't care at all.

"I think you obviously care a lot." Kyogokuhiko threw the book in his hand on the table, stood up and hooked Dilumudo's neck, the bird flew far away in fright, and the little black bean stared at the two men who had somehow come together.

"Chirp?" What happened?

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

"Lying." Kyogokuhiko's hand rubbed the skin on the back of Dilumudo's neck, and the heat brought by the warm palm rubbing on the vital place made Dilumudo tremble subconsciously, and there was a little unconscious panic in his eyes, and Kyogokuhiko smiled, "It's okay, your duplicity is also human." ”

He said as he pulled back to his feet and put the book back on the shelf.

This book doesn't mean much to him if he doesn't read it, in fact, he doesn't care about Dilumudo's past, and this attitude is just to test his attitude, and the knight who can't escape the past barrier is just a beast without claws and teeth.

Don't worry, there is nothing to do right now, and it is also a good pastime to pass the time. Kyogokuhiko quietly hid the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic smile by turning around, and then turned around as usual and reached out to hook the spearman standing in front of the table to exchange a shallow kiss.

Just the lips touched each other with a faint sweet fragrance of honey, and Kyogokuhiko's eyes were faint and a little smiling, which naturally soothed Dilumudo's manic heart because of the past.

"It's not a big deal, why don't you read to me?" He took out a book of poems from the bookshelf and threw it into Di Lumudo's hand, leaning on the soft couch beside the bed, obviously not giving Di Lu Mu much room for negotiation.

Dilumudo also knew his temperament, so he took the book of poems with a smile, sat on the chair in front of his desk, and opened the title page in the warm summer sun, the warm yellow light reflected the warm yellow paper, and the smoky handwriting was neat and smooth, one after the other in a rounded arc.

He knew how to read poetry, but even if he was asked to write a few, it would not be difficult to think of it, after all, among the requirements of the Knights of Fiona, it was indispensable to be familiar with the twelve books of poetry and be able to compose and recite rhymes on his own.

"I've seen you cry—a bright tear,

Flood your blue eyes;

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

A violet flower hangs from the dew. ”

His voice is gentle, unhurried reading poems is also good, there is always a bit of classical atmosphere between the words, each word falls lightly and heavily, just right, like a piece of music rehearsed thousands of times, smooth and soft, without the slightest annoying noise.

For no reason, Jing Jiyan recalled the old years, I don't know who sent a set of imitation Qin ancient chimes, the tone played at the night banquet was endless, the tune was solemn and square, and the sound of Huanghuang still seemed to be echoing in the ears to this day.

He closed his eyes and sighed softly, the birds landed on his shoulders, the sun was just right after the rain, the little half of his face shone with a very soft warm light, his long hair was loosely tied behind his head, and a little broken hair scattered on his cheeks, which made him frown and shake his head.

But it's always a little childish.

The echo in his ears was clearly a foreign language, a foreign verse, he listened to it, but it didn't mean a little, the bird flew up from his shoulder, and sang in harmony, song after song, Kyogokuhiko turned his head to look at the roses outside the window, and murmured, "It's so good." ”

Dilumudo glanced up at him, then lowered his eyes again, his fingertips slicing over the round, garish handwriting on the paper, and the last verses slowly dissipated to his lips.

"If I see you again,

Years later,

How I congratulate you,

With tears, with silence. ”

It was already early afternoon when they came, and they had spent the whole afternoon in their study, and if they had said nothing, they had read two books, drank a few cups of tea, and provoked a greedy bird.

But if you say what you do, it's just an afternoon of doing nothing.

So much for.

At dinner, there were a few so-called local specialties, and the chef only looked at the British recipes to know that his majesty must not be used to eating, so he specially found a few chefs from France and other places to learn a few dishes from other countries, so as not to be overturned on the spot.

The use of knives and forks has been practiced before arriving in the UK, but he still dislikes that it is not as convenient as chopsticks, so he is too lazy to move after two bites, so he puts down his knife and fork and gets up and goes out.

Dilumudo was not in a hurry, he slowly finished his share before wiping his mouth, stood up and followed the contact of the spell to find it.

In the evening of the English countryside full of red clouds, with a bit of bright and graceful elegance, the feet wearing cowhide boots step on a shallow footprint, along the path, leading to the rose bush in the countryside.

From a distance, he saw Kyogokuhiko's figure in an azure robe standing under a cherry tree, holding a beautiful rose hairpin on the girl's sideburns in front of him.