The foot of the leader and the prince

Chapter 8: Let me tie your hair

更新时间:2013-11-141:27:24本章字数:2603

A meal was the most joyful except for Dorgon, and everyone else was thinking about it while eating. After Hange brought the wine, Wenqing over there took Hange to sit down to eat and drink together. Hange shied away at first, but Dorgon waved him to sit down, and he sat down too. After he sat down, Wen Qing dragged him to drink, and the two of them just looked at each other and drank each other. , There is really a kind of good man who invites his friends as if he is a toast, and he is drunk to death!

Dongfang Bubai on the other side didn't talk much all the time. He was either drinking Dorgon's soup or eating his vegetables. He would only reply with a sentence or two when Dorgon asked a question, but He didn't refuse the man to serve him vegetables or soup, and his face was not ugly, which made Dorgon beside him smile with joy.

The conversation between the two is like this, for example: Dorgon smiled gently and gave him a large bowl of vegetables, and then said in a more gentle voice, "Dongfang's health is not good yet, you need to eat more, you can eat Right? Then he stared at Dongfang Bubai with a pair of eyes full of smiles.

Dongfang Bubai looked at the full bowl of food in front of him, and wanted to refuse, but the person's eyes and words made him unable to say the words to refuse, and he was a little annoyed, but there was a little joy in his heart, " I can't eat much." After leaving a sentence that was not cold but not hot, he buried his head in hard work, thinking that these dishes were still to his liking, otherwise he would get up and leave.

Dorgon didn't mind what he said, he began to stuff things into his mouth slowly, and after swallowing, he smiled and watched Dongfang Bubai bury his head in eating the food he had picked up for him, nodded, and took the soup he had just had. The bowl was filled with soup, "Let's have some more soup later, this soup is good for your wound healing." After finishing speaking, he put the soup down and continued to eat by himself with a smile on his face.

Dongfang Bubai looked at the man's movements weakly, and didn't speak but just ate in a dull mood. After eating, he saw that the man was about to continue serving him vegetables, and reached out to cover his bowl, and said in a cold tone, "I'm full." No, no need." After speaking, he picked up the soup and drank it in one gulp, without saying anything, he stood up and walked to the place where he lived, with a kind of air-conditioning all over his body, which made everyone except Dorgon shiver , only Dorgon smiled and looked at his back happily, thinking in his heart: It's really cute!

I have to say that the biggest difference between people is the essential problem. A big determinant of the essential problem is the aesthetic problem. This is also one of the biggest problems that caused the hanging silk to counterattack First, because the aesthetics of hanging silk can not make them correctly understand what is a good girl and what is called a goddess, so they are often teased by false goddesses, which leads to most of the hanging silk being irreversible. Raid.

A small number of Diaosi succeeded in counterattacking the real goddess because of their unique vision. Obviously, our Dorgon is a typical tall, rich and handsome, so his aesthetics shocked the audience. When everyone was afraid of the leader, the tall, rich and handsome prince made a move. If he made a move, he would have a beauty in his arms. It really made people want to yell: What a foolish look! !

It was two days later when Dongfang Bubai saw Dorgon again. These two days, servants came to serve him. Whether it was food or food, they were all carefully prepared. You can tell at a glance that it must be the person who confessed. After all, that person didn't have Dongfang Bubai and he didn't have any other thoughts. He just felt a little cleaner. He wasn't completely fruitless these days, and the wounds on his body had completely healed. The person who took care of him was called Li Zhu's maid told him that the ointment he used was very precious. It was a tribe's tribute to the current emperor, and the emperor rewarded Dorgon.

In addition, he was sure of one thing, that is, he really came to a strange place, and he didn't know how such a weird thing happened, but he also had to accept the reality. What Tian heard from these servants about the current world, Dorgon did not lie to him that day, and when he asked about the final outcome of the Sun Moon God Sect, everyone looked at him with a look of ignorance, Then tell yourself that you have never heard of it.

All these facts made him a little uneasy, he couldn't find a place to stand in this world, sometimes he would wake up and feel that he was dreaming, in his dreams he would see Ren Woxing, Ren Yingying, Yang Lianting, those Familiar faces are strange in dreams, and sometimes he thinks that those are his dreams, and now they are real, but the wound on his body reminds him that that is reality, and now it is more like a dream.

Then he will feel that this world can't accommodate him at all. Whenever this time, his eyes will unconsciously fall on the clothes on his body. Even the inner clothes are made of predetermined materials. That person really took a lot of trouble for him. With less thought, thinking of these will make me feel a little more stable in my heart. At least, there is another person who is willing to spend so much time on myself. Although I don’t know his purpose, I still feel a little different in such an absolutely unfamiliar environment. .

It was like this when Dongfang Bubai saw Dorgon again. After he woke up, he put on his clothes and asked someone to bring water in for him to wash himself. At that time, he was tying his hair. He didn’t do those complicated hairs, and he liked simplicity. I felt someone push the door and come in, and then put down the water. Instead of greeting myself and waiting for orders as usual, I walked straight in, walked behind me, and was about to turn around to scold me. Feel the man's hands brushing his hair.

He frowned and turned his head to look over. There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his eyes were full of gentleness. When he saw that he turned his head and didn't let go, he took the comb directly from his hand, "I'll help you tie your hair , sit down, I will be very careful." I didn't know how to refuse, so I turned my head and ignored this man, feeling that he was really as careful as he said, with his hands running through his hair, Slowly and carefully, the strength of the comb is also very small, as if afraid of hurting these hairs.

The two of them stopped talking, one didn't want to talk and talk to others, so he just casually experimented with his hair, and the other enjoyed the soft long hair in his hands, wishing that time would just stop like this, super slow The movement is giving people hair, the morning sun is very warm, accompanied by the breeze slanting into the room, reflecting the harmonious shadows of the two people on the ground, distilling the warmth of the room.