Zixu, who returned to his residence and slept, was full of dreams all night, and the dreams were full of the girl's eyes, or laughing, or tearful, and a little starlight, as if shining all his fantasies.

In the morning, Zixu first went out to fight a set of punches, then he had breakfast with his subordinates, and ordered them to go back to Kyoto first.

With this victory, Jingzhong will definitely be rewarded for his meritorious deeds, but he doesn't want to go back so quickly, he is busy with hypocrisy and grievances, and rushes to the powerful, which is much more difficult than killing people on the battlefield than him.

"Miss, is this yogurt made of cow's milk okay?"

"Next time, add more fruits and nuts, by the way, honey choose lotus nectar."

"Yes, miss."

The cook took the notes and looked tireless in learning.

When Zixu went to look for worry-free, he saw such a scene.

"Brother Zixu, have you had breakfast? Should I use some yogurt? ”

The girl was wearing a moon-white dress, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a halo, which made people unable to take their eyes off. The red lips are hung with a touch of white on the side, which is quite cute and soft.

Seeing that Zixu didn't answer, Wuwu asked again.

Only then did the man wake up and say yes.

The silky richness of the yogurt, the freshness and sweetness of the fruit, the crispiness of the nuts, and the subtle sweetness of the honey are just right.

So, Zixu tasted the most beautiful taste in the world, and a girl also tasted that taste.

It seemed to open all his taste buds and make him have the urge to eat three more bowls of rice.

The girl seemed to see what she was thinking from the man's face, and asked with a smile: "There are steamed red dates and rice cakes here, and Brother Zixu can also try them?" ”

The man nodded, tasted the rice cake, and suddenly felt the soft and sweet fragrance lingering on the tip of his tongue.

Worry-free smiled brightly and asked, "Brother Zixu, do I look good in women's clothes?" ”

He looked at the girl's face and mumbled.

The smile on Wuwu's face became brighter and brighter, and he continued to ask, "Am I hiding it well?" You've been tricked by me, haven't you? ”

He nodded, his eyes deep.

"By the way, Brother Zixu, I haven't asked yet, where did the scar on your face come from?"

The man rubbed the cocoon on his hand, his inky eyes glanced at the sky, and then withdrew it, his voice low and unable to hear emotion.

"I did it myself."

"Huh? Why? Carefree's eyes widened, staring into the man's eyes without blinking.

Zixu's eyes were cold, and the scar on the left side of his face seemed to add a sense of majesty.

"For homeless children, a good face is a curse."

"You're not General Wei's son?" The girl's face was full of surprise.

"Well, he took me back to the barracks, taught me martial arts, and went into battle to kill the enemy."

"Then, Brother Zixu, was your name given by General Wei?"

Zixu didn't know why the girl asked this, but she still replied very honestly: "I took it myself." ”

"Why?!" Carefree's tone was a little eager, and even she didn't know why she wanted to know the answer so much.

Zixu looked at the girl and softened his tone: "I don't know, I just want to call this name." ”

Zixu in the last world seems to be an orphan too, could it be a coincidence?! Two people who look alike, with the same name.

Carefree nodded, hiding his doubts in his heart.

The pink and white begonia flowers in the garden bloom in clusters one by one, pressing the branches to bend, and a soft wind blows, and the petals flutter one after another, like snow falling.

The girl raised her face and couldn't help but admire: "It's so beautiful." ”

The clear eyes, the small face, against the backdrop of the scattered begonia petals, are like fairies in flowers. At this time, two or three begonia petals fell on her hair, a few light pink, like ink embellishment, which made her eyebrows even more picturesque.

Zixu was stunned for a moment, and he was embarrassed to be carefree.

"Brother Zixu?"

The man came back to his senses, his hands clenched under him, and he stood up with a tense face.

"You're resting."

After speaking, he didn't wait for a worry-free reply, and strode away.