Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 66

Daoming Temple's secretary was plotted against, and Daoming Temple Chun's elder sister will naturally rush back, but there is also a certain time when she will come back.

As she said herself, she can only know the pain if she stumbles at Daoming Temple.

"Then I'll bear with that woman for a few more days." Kyogokuhiko said, raised his hand and waved to Ximen Sojiro who came to pick him up on a motorcycle, and hung up the phone.

Ximen Zongjiro adjusted his tone while helping Kyogokuhiko adjust his helmet, and said, "Did you skip class?" .

"It's hard to chase after a word, there's no reason to go back on it." Kyogokuhiko sneered, turned over and climbed onto the motorcycle, "Let's go."

Ximen Zong Erlang sighed, and became more determined to seek refuge abroad.

——The eldest young master of the Daomingsi family and the young young master of the Jingji family were on the shoulders, and it was not their innocent onlookers who were unlucky.

Kyogokuhiko scoffed at this, Daomingji's one-month pocket money was not as much as the salary he gave Yamada Taro, if he was serious, Daomingji would really consider having another heir.

But if it wasn't for the fact that the Daoming Temple family was at the end of its rope and had to take out the daughter who was originally raised as an heir for marriage, this position would not have reached the head of the Daoming Temple.

Jing Jiyan very much doubts whether Daoming Sisi's mind can detect the difference in other people's attitudes towards him before and after his sister's marriage.

After all, this guy has been stupid since he was a child, so stupid that he has nothing to say.

Ximen Zongjiro and the others have a special lounge in the school. They have opened up several classrooms and they have brought the word privilege to the extreme. This time, because Kyogokuhiko is coming, they even tidied up the place a little bit. What kind of smoke? The wine and other things were all cleaned up, and several bookshelves were moved in to decorate the facade, as if they really were here to study and read newspapers to cultivate their morality.

Who believes it!

At the very least, as soon as Kyogokuhiko entered the door, he took out a mask and put it on himself, saying that we should either change places or not get together. The young master's fragile respiratory system is not blessed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol for many years.

Several people looked at each other, shrank their necks and contacted a private club with a good environment, and moved over quickly.

When leaving, Kyogokuhiko didn't take Ximen Sojiro's motorcycle, but rubbed Misakuaki's car, making this flattered almost jump up.

But when the car door was closed, he showed a side that he didn't show in front of others.

"What are you doing?" Misakuaki squinted his eyes and let out a chuckle from his throat. There was a gloomy look between his brows and eyes, which was completely different from his usual good-natured mediator image in F4.

"I can't contact you if I have nothing to do?" Kyogokuhiko smiled, sitting next to him and looking ahead, there was no element of emotional contact in his tone.

"If you are willing to get in touch with me, I will be grateful." Misakuaki said, "It's a pity that now is not the right time to get in touch."

"Why, your family also plans to take a share?" Kyogokuhiko raised his hand and grabbed Misaku's hair, and slammed him against the back of the front seat, "I told you a long time ago, right? , If you extend your hand too long, it will be chopped off."

The young man's tone was lukewarm, as if he was telling some boring story calmly. Misakuaki was pulled by him so much that his scalp ached, and he laughed and said, "I will tell my father every word of what you said."

"Very good." Kyogokuhiko let go of his hair, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hairspray-stained fingers, and spoke slowly and not at all in a hurry.

Misakuaki seemed to be relieved, leaning back on the chair relaxedly, like a snake that just woke up from hibernation, "When did you find out?"

"Forgot." Kyogokuhiko threw the handkerchief for wiping his hands on his face, Misakuaki was not annoyed, folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into his clothes, and said with a smile: "I just use this to ask Brother Yujie for pocket money."

"Are you so short of money?" Kyogokuhiko glanced at him.

"My monthly pocket money is not enough to cook for you, so tell me if I'm short of money." Misakuaki snorted softly.

"Don't your sisters help you a little?" Kyogokuhiko asked.

"We have a pure relationship. Talking about money is so vulgar." Mizuoaki's fingertips slid across the air, drawing a graceful arc, "It's nice to be mature and calm, easy to get together and part ways."

Seeing his gloomy eyes, Kyogokuhiko knew that nine times out of ten he was thinking about the messy things about American writers, so he stopped talking, and changed the subject in a blink of an eye: "How about Daoming Temple...?"

"The reckless and impulsive young master." Misakuaki tilted his head and tapped his cheek with his index finger. He looked very much like his mother, "Innocence and simplicity are enviable, but there are still some merits, otherwise I would You won't hang out with him for more than ten years, right?"

He talked and laughed, his eyes were deep and full of indifference and ruthlessness.

"I thought you liked the Daomingsi family more." Kyogoku raised his eyebrows and said.

"The Daomingsi family is good, but it won't make me wrong myself." Mei Zuoming said, "It's just that I prefer the pitiful appearance of the young master being deceived and collapsed." He paused, then continued, "I lied to you in kindergarten." He has been soaked in the water for more than two hours, and he looks so beautiful."

"Pervert." Kyogokuhiko said lightly, not even changing his expression when he spoke to him.

"People have to have some preferences in life, right? My name is Father Xiao." Mei Zuoming blinked innocently, his eyes are very similar to his mother's, big round eyes like almonds, and the eyelashes are long and appear obvious when he blinks. With a somewhat youthful and pleasant air, Kyogokuhiko still remembers the first time he saw him. The boy in his early ten years old still has baby fat on his face, red lips, teeth and white eyelashes, which are so long that he looks like an angel at first glance. It's only two wings short, but it's a pity that the heart is a dark devil embryo from beginning to end.

That's right, the path that Mei Zuoming will take in the future is doomed to be darker and more ruthless in order to live longer.

"Your father is not a good thing either."

Lao Tzu likes innocent girls, so he did not hesitate to raise his wife in an ivory tower from childhood to Daguan for a lifetime. After giving birth to three children, they are still like Princess Rapunzel on a high tower, dreaming of fairy tales all day long, although I don’t know whether it is good or not. Bad, but it really distorted a woman's life.

On the contrary, my son likes mature women. He can take everything whether he is married or not. He also loves his good friend Daoming Sisi who grew up with him secretly. Recognized as the one with the best temper, he wears the mask of a good old man with great interest to set up a trap for his friends.

If it wasn't for finding out that Aoki entered this school for the purpose of climbing high branches without any extra involvement, Kyogokuhiko really doubted whether this woman was let in by Akira Misaku.

"Master, we're almost there." The driver in front, Ba Fengfudong, reminded the two people in the back seat who had exposed their dark sides to each other to calm down.

When they got there, they stopped the car, and the ones who came out were still the good-tempered Misaku Akira and the young-tempered Kyogokuhiko.

Several people crowded into the private room, called for food and chatted a few words, and focused on taking care of Kyogokuhiko's recovering body from a serious illness. Who knew how sincere and how fake the mask overlapped.

Kyogokuhiko responded with a lazy and indifferent attitude, and followed Ximen Sojiro's words to make fun of Misakuaki's good temper, without mentioning a word about Mr. Aoki. With a look of relief, he couldn't help but twitched his lips and thought that this guy is probably the only one among all the people who is as pure as he looks.

So even though I'm a bit stupid, I'm unexpectedly popular.

Just like a certain idiot Highness Yinglan, the more thoughtful a person is, the more he likes to get close to simple people. Not to mention that just looking at that undisguised expression is one of the great pleasures in life to relieve stress.

As for having a good relationship with Kyogokuhiko, that’s another way of saying it. The young master can see through the disguise but never says it, so he doesn’t want to take off his mask in front of him. He’ll just mock you without changing his face and keep his mouth shut. .In addition, although he is young, he always sits firmly on the Diaoyutai and watches the fire from the other side. It makes people feel unpredictable for no reason, and he doesn't need to do much to become the leader of the group.

Although because of this reason, there are many double-faced people who have a good relationship with the young master.

"Speaking of which, how lazy are you?" Jing Jiyan suddenly asked Hanazawa Lei.

"Huh?" Hua Zelei, who had been staying out of the matter and trying to be a quiet and handsome man, withdrew his sanity from the different dimension in confusion, and made a soft and unclear sound.

"Your hair, don't you feel uncomfortable with such long bangs?" Jing Jiyan asked, Diarmuid only has a particularly long bang, which is called personality, and the large area of ​​Huazelei is about to grow The one who covered his eyes really felt obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"I think it's okay." Hua Zelei stretched out his hand and pulled the bangs hanging in front of his eyes twice, "I forgot to cut it."

"If you have time, let's cut it short, or the hair will easily get into the eyes." Ximen Zong Erlang watched Huazelei unconsciously rubbing his eyes several times, and suggested kindly, and Daoming Sisi also nodded along with him.

"If you find it troublesome, you can comb it. If you do it like this, you won't be able to see the way." Misaku took out two small shelves from his pocket to contribute, and combed Hanazawa's hair that was already obstructing his vision to the back of his head. Clip it up, "Isn't this pretty good, it's handsome!"

Huazelei glanced at him, but didn't take off the little clip on his head, and said with a smile, "Then this will be mine." He pointed to the two hairpins on his finger. bright things.

"I still have to give this back to me." Misakuaki's face changed, and he reached out to grab the small clip on Hanazawa Lei's head. Unexpectedly, the other party had already prepared, and ducked his head behind Kyogokuhiko.

"You should think about how to explain it to your sister." Daoming Sisi laughed, stretching his legs to hinder Misakuaki's movements, Ximen Sojiro pulled up a chair to watch the play, not wanting to be pulled by Hanazawa as a shield and forced to Join the fray.

Kyogokuhiko turned his head sideways and asked Misaku to reach out for the hairpin on Hanazawa Lei's head, but he held his shoulders to prevent him from standing upright, so he could only maintain a half-squat position and stretched his arms to pull the flower Zelei's collar wanted him to bend over, and he asked with a smile and cursing who Kyogokuhiko was helping.

Hanazawa grabbed Ximen Zongjiro's upper body to block Misakuaki's hand, causing Ximen Zongjiro's face to be touched several times by Misakuaki indiscriminately, resulting in several red marks.Daoming Sisi was even more afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he grabbed Mizuoaki's hand and prevented him from extending it upwards. Mizuoaki's eyes were almost red when he stared at the small pink hairpin on Huazelei's head that was pompously raised.

It's true that they both wear masks to face each other, but after all, it's the friendship they grew up with, and they are not hard-hearted people. The most innocent emotions that can be delivered in this life are probably only at this time.

Laughing and tossing for several hours, counting the time is almost the first class in the afternoon, Kyogokuhiko also packed his things and ordered Misaku to send himself back, abandoning his long-term imperial mount Ximen Zong Erlang, euphemistically speaking, his body just can't blow the wind.

From the beginning to the end, none of them mentioned the matter of Teacher Aoki, and they had a tacit understanding as if such a person did not exist in the world. Daoming Temple now thinks that Jing Jiyan's attitude is to hold it up high and put it down gently, ready to forget the blame, and wait until the woman's death Only when the complaints reached his ears did he realize that Kyogokuhiko had made up his mind to fight to the end and had no intention of listening to him.

Love without hindrance is not steadfast.

After several times like this, it is estimated that Daoming Siji's temper is about to come up. The child in the rebellious youth will probably directly confront Kyogokuhiko, and explode the thorns all over his body like a hedgehog, as if the whole world is his enemy. At that time, F4 What he was facing was a situation of disintegration. No matter how the other three stood in line, it would definitely turn into a one-to-many situation in the end, until the knife from behind woke him up from his romantic dream and reminded him of the cruelty of reality.

Kyogokuhiko leaned on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes to calculate the future layout. No matter what he said, he didn't care, for the sake of the large cooperation orders of the Kyogoku family and the Daomingji family, he had to think about how to deal with the situation. Control it within a certain range, so as not to make Daoming Sifeng really have to consider reproducing an heir.

When most of the emperor's desire for control is over the top and he is born to work hard, even if the previous life was as absurd as he can't escape this rule.

Thinking about it carefully, the only thing I missed was the knight who didn't understand the style.

Thinking about it, Kyogokuhiko took out his mobile phone and called home, threatening and luring Diarmuid to make him fruit salad at night.

Mei Zuoming sat next to him and played with the two hairpins in his hand. Before leaving, Hua Zelei returned them to him. Everyone knows how scary Mei Zuoming's two little princesses are.The tender pink lace on the hairpin was covered with dust because of their laughter, and the diamonds embedded on it seemed not so bright anymore. The sun flashed by and flickered, Mei Zuoling suddenly sneered, opened the car window and threw it away out.

"Go and buy a similar one." He said to the driver, his tone indifferent as if he had thrown away some dirty garbage.

Kyogokuhiko didn't care about his madness, and flirted with the knight in a brisk tone. When he got off the car, he said to Misakuaki seemingly unintentionally: "You're going too."

"There are still a little more than nine months." Misakuaki said.

"Enough." Kyogokuhiko pointed out, "Remember to prepare early."

Akira Misaku lowered his eyes to hide the dark light in his eyes, took Kyogokuhiko's hand and kissed it lightly on his fingertips, "I would like to follow your instructions... Chief."

The current head of the Ssangyong Club is Yohji Miyazaki, but if Kyogokuhiko takes over Hakuryu's position, as the bloodline of the Ito family who has managed the Ssangyong Club for generations, the black dragon and Hakuryu of this generation will probably have to step over and take charge of the other party's domain Great power.

If one is not done well, it may be the end of the two dragons fighting each other and blood flowing into rivers.

Misaku Akira is too lazy to care about things in the long run. He only knows that his father who did not listen to his persuasion and acted against Kyogokuhiko will soon hand over the power to him, making him, the heir, officially the one in power.

As for whether it is sincere or forced, as far as their weak father-son relationship is concerned, it is meaningless.

Kyogokuhiko did not deny his title, he still needs the illusion of Misakuaki to help him contain the American writer, although the American writer and the Ito family used to be close allies with close ties, but in recent years because of Ito Shinobi, Ssangyong will be replaced by Yohji Miyazaki's leadership will inevitably fade away. It is understandable that Misaku's father wants to take the opportunity to push a manipulable new Hakuryu to Kyogokuhiko.

But that doesn't mean he can accept it.

If you have the courage to strike, you must be prepared to have your hand chopped off. The knife in Kyogokuhiko's hand never minds a little blood.

He walked back to the classroom full of scheming and trickery, and just sat down when he looked up and saw the teacher rushing in with a stack of papers, announcing the math quiz for this class.

I asked for leave for a month, but I still didn't avoid the math quiz.

Kyogokuhiko took out his pen and watched the teacher distribute the papers, not realizing what the vague sense of uncertainty in his heart meant.

——until he saw the paper.

We need to know that mathematics, even if you take a leave of absence for a week and don’t touch it, when you see it again, it will definitely be a dazed rhythm, and Kyogokuhiko went to fight a Holy Grail War and went back hundreds of years Made a deal with the world and dealt with the evils of this world and brought back a spearman who looked particularly complete except that he completely forgot about the math and didn't remember it at all!

a little!also not!remember!

If you haven’t touched mathematics for hundreds of years, can you still expect yourself to remember the theorem of sine, theorem of cosine, formulas for finding roots, etc. In most cases, you can’t even understand the questions!

Therefore, it is normal for Kyogokuhiko to know me while facing the paper and I don't know him.

Very normal.

The former number one student in grade, the real top student calmly put down the paper and took a deep breath. Of course, he is not planning to cheat, even with his ability, he can see anyone's paper if he wants to see it, and even take it directly to the teacher and lock it in the office Li's standard answer, but with his personality, how could he do such a lowly thing.

He just calmly put the pen he took out back into the pencil case, stood up and handed the teacher a blank paper without even writing his name on it, turned his head and lay down on the table, and calmly fell asleep during the half hour of the exam.

Slept quite comfortably.