Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 21

Diarmuid's pupils narrowed slightly, and it took three seconds to reflect what the young man said. He suddenly laughed, and did not answer his question, but said, "This is the Seat of Heroes." And, if it is a heroic spirit who pretends to be old and has a strength that does not match his age, it will all be explained.

"The Seat of Heroes? What is that?" the youth version Kyogokuhiko asked, he was not impatient, he tilted his head slightly to pretend to listen carefully, he would always dream, trance and chaotic dreams, wake up After that, there were only a few pictures and names left in my mind, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He doesn't know anything and doesn't remember anything, his gentle and graceful appearance is really different from that arrogant and delicate young master, Diarmuid can only see some resemblance from his eyes.

"The so-called Heroic Seat is the palace of the dead." Diarmuid sighed, gave up exploring Kyogokuhiko's inner world, and told what he knew.

Although he doesn't know much.

Kyogokuhiko didn't ask Diarmuid to talk too much. After simply asking about things such as heroic spirits, summoning, Holy Grail War, etc., he was asked to lie down and have a good rest. Kyogokuhiko, who doesn't remember anything, doesn't know how to use high-level healing skills Law.

Afterwards, Diarmuid saw Kyogokuhiko go into the inner room and change into loose clothes, sit on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt and got in—there must be only one quilt prepared according to the standard of bed servants, skin contact Seeing the silk pajamas on the young man, Diarmuid suddenly realized that he was naked, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

It seems that as the degree of blackening decreases, Diarmuid's skin thickness also decreases.

"You shouldn't move around with your injuries. Bear with it these days." Jing Jiyan suppressed his movements of turning over and sitting up. Kyogokuhiko, who has eight-pack abs and can fight tigers with his bare hands, can also hold Diarmuid on the bed with one hand, unable to get up, so he can only lie on the bed honestly.

Not long after, a maidservant lowered her head and came in to blow out the candles in the corner. Only then did Diarmuid realize that it was already pitch black outside, and many people could be heard patrolling outside the door in neat steps. Most of them were night guards. The man breathing regularly, but obviously not asleep.

He couldn't sleep either. From the moment he was summoned to the present, it took only three days, but what happened seemed to be three years. Until now, he still hasn't figured out what happened and why he appeared here. Here, why Kyogokuhiko has become a Heroic Spirit and has forgotten everything. The piles of things weighed on his heart, and the pain of the wound on his body dispelled all his drowsiness.

"Can't sleep?" Jing Jiyan stood up and pulled the tassels with huge oriental beads hanging on the eaves of the bed. There was a crisp bell outside the door, and then four maidservants in emerald green clothes came in with Ye Mingzhu in their hands, knelt down The lower body placed it on the lamp holders in every corner of the room, and then bowed and retreated.

The luminous pearl exudes a soft light green brilliance, and the lamp base is covered with silk as thin as a cicada's wing, which filters the green light into a brighter white, brightening the room.

"Okay, go to sleep." Kyogoku Hikofu lay down again, and reached out to stroke Diarmuid's black hair.

Diarmuid was silent for a while, and said dumbfoundedly: "I'm not afraid of the dark..."

Kyogokuhiko frowned, and glanced at him, his eyes probably meant why you are so annoying, but because I still want to pamper you, I won't scold you, pulling the emerald tassels on the eaves of the bed, Three maidservants in blue clothes were holding copper basins, which contained large chunks of ice and placed them in the room, causing the temperature in the room to drop several degrees in an instant.

Diarmuid shivered subconsciously, and stuffed his exposed upper body back into the quilt, closed his eyes, and said that he must sleep honestly, so you don't have to worry about it anymore.

I don't know if it was really due to the two ice basins, but after lying down again, Diarmuid really fell asleep in a daze.

Kyogokuhiko propped his chin up, playing with a strand of soft long hair in his hand, and there was a hint of interest and evil in his eyes that had been silent for a long time, similar to when he was a teenager.

When I got up in the morning, the window had already seen a very bright brilliance, and there was no one around. Several maidservants were guarding by the bed. The maidservant in red at the head saw him wake up and bowed to salute. " She was bent over, her posture was extremely elegant and dignified, even those ladies and even princesses that Diarmuid had seen before could not compare to her demeanor.

But this doesn't mean that he can calmly accept letting them lift the quilt to put on clothes for him. Diarmuid pulled up the quilt and said embarrassingly, "I'll just wear it myself."

Hearing his words, several maidservants froze in place, and the leader leaned over and said, "Please wait a moment, sir." After speaking, they turned and went out without knowing where they went, leaving Diarmuid and a few holding clothes The maidservants stared at each other, but soon, he found something wrong. Several maidservants stood with their heads bowed, their breathing so steady that there was no change. When he slightly changed the angle to look at their expressions, he realized that their faces were They all had the same curved smile on their faces, like... Clay puppets with expressions painted on them.

Kyogoku is leaning on a soft couch in the garden to listen to an opera. The stage is set on a pool of lotus. Yan looked up and hummed softly for a while, raised his head and bit a peeled grape from the hand of the maid, stepped on the shoulder of the little eunuch who was beating his legs with his boots embroidered with dragon patterns and inlaid with pearls, and lazily snorted and said: "Be stronger, haven't you eaten?"

The little eunuch Nuonuo said yes, and used a little strength to lightly beat Kyogokuhiko's legs, his hands were as soft and smooth as fat, just looking at them was pleasing to the eye.

The maidservant in red hung her head and quickly passed through the hanging flower gate, bypassing the vermilion lacquer corridor. There were guards in golden armor guarding the gate of the small garden, but her status seemed to be very high, and the guards in golden armor let her in without stopping her.

"Your Majesty." She knelt down respectfully, with her head bowed to reveal a section of her white neck, "That newcomer... Your Majesty refuses to change his clothes."

"With his temperament, I'm afraid he's shy." Jing Jiyan was not annoyed, turned over and stood up from the couch, the maid immediately surrounded him and straightened his sleeves, then knelt on the ground and sent him away respectfully. Guard A followed closely behind him, and stopped when he reached the Chuihua Gate, and two beautiful maidservants in blue clothes took their place and followed Jing Jiyan.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was still stagnant. A few maidservants who were weird and not human posed any threat to Diarmuid. He tried to say, "You put down the things and let me change them myself?"

There was no response, and the cool wind blowing from nowhere made Diarmuid feel that his exposed skin was a bit cold, so he pulled up the quilt, but embarrassment prevailed.

"Leave things behind." Kyogokuhiko said, saving Diarmuid and the maidservant.

Dilumudo let out a long sigh of relief, lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed. After a night of rest, his injuries had healed to a great extent, and his normal activities were not affected at all.

"You don't feel shy about facing me anymore." Jing Jiyan sat on the edge of the bed, watched Diarmuid reaching for the clothes on the small table beside the bed and throwing them on his body indiscriminately, he couldn't help laughing, "Can't wear it?"

Diarmuid nodded generously, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, you want to wear it for me?" For some reason, he seems to be extremely lacking in knowing that this person is his Master, even if he sees the command spell on the back of his hand, There is no respect and loyalty in my heart, but I feel a little inexplicably irritated.

"It's not your turn to let me serve you." Jing Jiyan threw the clothes on the bed, dragged a chair and sat down, and said, "I said, you wear it."

Diarmuid looked at Kamikyojihiko's eyes full of evil, smiled and picked up the clothes to look at them, and said, "Which one should I wear first?"

"Tsk." Kyogokuhiko, who still expected to see his shy expression, smacked his lips regretfully, "The white one."

So Diarmuid quickly lifted the quilt and put on obscene trousers on himself. His toned muscles are smooth, and there are a few scars on his body that are not harmful. That kind of unyielding posture made Kyogokuhiko smile a lot. It's a bit deep.

His Majesty didn't know that in Diarmuid's hometown of ancient Celtic, soldiers once had the habit of going naked on the battlefield. Diarmuid's shyness was more due to his respect for women in accordance with chivalry, otherwise he would just go out like this. In fact, he wouldn't be embarrassed at all.

"Then there's the moon white one... I'm talking about moon white, and the one you got is frost white."

"Isn't this blue?"

"Forget it, and then there is the indigo embroidered cloud pattern...that is the lower garment, where are you putting it on?"

"Right lapel! Right lapel! You're wearing a dead man's way!"

Diarmuid calmly exchanged the front of his clothes and said, "I was already dead."

Kyogokuhiko laughed, watching Diarmuid putting on his boots awkwardly, moving his wrists and limbs, the dark blue bunt matched his complexion, and looked very heroic and upright, His Majesty couldn't help moving his fingers, hooking Pulling the knight's slightly longer bangs, he said, "I'll take you out to have a look."

Dilumudo nodded, followed Kyogokuhiko's strength to walk out the door, stepped over the high threshold, and the scenery in front of him was full of exotic and gorgeous amorous feelings.

This is a group of palaces built on the hillside. The dormitory where they live is just in the middle of the mountain. Looking down, you can see the long trees covering the corners of the palaces. You can see strange beasts standing on the eaves, most of which are made of stone or wood carvings, but here they are alive and dozing leisurely at the corner of the eaves, flicking their tails and making snot bubbles.

Looking up, there are many palaces embedded in the mountains. Occasionally, most of them protrude from the mountains as if hanging in the sky. I don’t know how high the mountains are, but they can only be seen stretching upwards, and the peaks of the mountains disappear in the sky.

This place was so illusory that Diarmuid thought he had returned to Bruna Bonn. He couldn't even imagine that this was a Heroic Seat of Heroic Spirits, and it was even more difficult to imagine the legends that happened to it.

Kyojihiko took him for a walk around the bedroom. Passing through the vertical flower gate is the garden. The bluestone path on the left leads to the place where wild animals are domesticated. Behind the arch on the right is the martial arts arena. Just walking forward is the lotus pond. At this time, the lotus is in full bloom. Just in time, the pond is full of graceful trees, and the breeze brings the fragrance of lotus.

A banquet was set up in the Chishang Pavilion, and Kyogokuhiko left no one to wait on him, but rested his chin and watched Diarmuid with interest as he dealt with the two thin silver sticks.

He didn't expect two chopsticks to be able to stump Diarmuid. On the contrary, Diarmuid's quick mastery of its usage allowed him to improve his evaluation of his force value in his heart - the control power in his hands If it's not bad, that body of tendons shouldn't be in vain.

"Play with me later." Kyogokuhiko said suddenly.

Diarmuid said, "I won't show mercy."

"Don't worry." Jing Jiyan laughed softly, "Who might be merciful." He was very excited today, and he opened the lotus platform in the pond after a long time, and saw a dancer in a tender pink dress Stepping on the lotus platform, which is no more than an inch in size, and flicking the water sleeves with the music, every frown and smile is glamorous.

"Wanniang is a noble woman who smiled at Qinhuai in the past, what do you think?" Jing Jiyan left the banquet, leaned against the side of the pavilion, touched some fish food and sprinkled it, attracting many koi to swim back and forth, The water in the pool was dyed golden red.

"Beauty is beauty, but it's a pity that it's just a dummy." Diarmuid said, and the silver chopsticks in his hand shot out quickly and hit the dancing woman. On the lotus platform, it turns into a lifelike jade sculpture from the tip of the toe.

"You found out..." Jing Jiyan sighed, tapped his fingertips on the water, and the woman on the lotus platform returned to her original state, and continued to dance as if nothing had happened. The water surface was as clear as a mirror, reflecting his desolation With a bitter smile, "60 years, you are the second living person here."