The next day, when the sky was just slightly bright, Sivir woke up under the action of his biological clock.
After going through the unbearable estrus and heat, I feel refreshed, and my physical condition has returned to its peak state.
Tu Mianmian, who was lying in his arms, was sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt. His Excellency the Duke spent two minutes hesitating, and finally decided not to wake Tu Mianmian, so he lay back and continued to sleep with Tu Mianmian.
Duke Sivir's first lazy sleep experience ended two hours later under the call of the butler.
Sivir had never been so cautious when facing the enemy's assassination. He pulled his arm from the back of Tumian's neck, and Anderson was waiting for him in the corridor outside the bedroom.
"How is Your Highness doing? Are there any sequelae of estrus? Do you need to take medicine?" Anderson asked repeatedly, every pore on his face was filled with seriousness and caution.
Speaking of erotic heat, Sivir couldn't help but think about the situation last night. He was in a daze for a moment, and then he lowered his head and folded his cuffs to cover up his emotions, "No need."
"Yes." Anderson adjusted his unilateral glasses and nodded cautiously, "I believe His Highness does not need the assistance of medicine."
"Then His Highness and Madam, let's go downstairs to have breakfast together." Anderson resumed his full smile.
He looked up and down at the strong Sivir, and the old man beamed and said, "Madam must have worked hard. I asked the kitchen to prepare a lot of healthy food for Madam."
Sivir: "…"
Sivir left Mr. Butler behind, opened the door and went into the bedroom.
The picture of the temperature of the person next to the pillow that had been lost turned over and continued to sleep with its back facing Sivir.
Half of his face was buried in the soft quilt, his hair was messy sleeping, and there was a tuft of stupid hair sticking out on top of his head. The cheeks obviously don't have much flesh, but somehow they feel soft.
Sivir sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Tu Mianmian's side face for a while, then reached out and patted him on the back hesitantly: "Mianmian..."
Maybe it was because he shouted a lot last night, when he called Tu Mianmian's name, his tone was already much familiar.
Sivir thought it would be difficult for Tu Mianmian to wake up, but unexpectedly, Tu Mianmian woke up quickly after calling.
"Yeah." Tu Mianmian nodded in agreement when he heard someone call his name, and got up from the bed.
Seeing him get up, Sivir invited him a little strangely, "Let's go have breakfast."
"Yeah." Tu Mianmian responded again and again, but he sat on the bed without opening his eyes, and actually didn't hear what Sivir said at all.
Sivir: "…"
Tu Mianmian lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Although her eyes were still too sleepy to open, she was able to find out the route accurately and head straight into the bathroom.
After a while, Tu Mianmian came out after washing again. The strange thing is that after washing his face, he still didn't wake up and dozed off, half-closed his eyes and drifted away like a wandering ghost. He didn't wait for Sivir to say anything to him, so he dragged on his slippers and walked towards the first floor. up.
Sivir: "..." I can't tell what kind of mood I am in.
It is said in the physiology book that the couple who are in love with each other will naturally develop feelings, and the receiver is very dependent on the partner.
Why, he didn't.
With doubts in his heart, Sivir went into the bathroom to wash up, and when he went down to the dining room on the first floor, Tu Mianmian was already sitting at the dining table and waiting.
The housekeeping robot put the last plate of buns on the dining table, and Butler Anderson was standing beside Tu Mianmian talking to him.
Anderson was saying: "His Royal Highness's condition was already very serious when the wedding photo was taken yesterday."
Tu Mianmian glanced at Sivir who was approaching the dining table, the Duke's demeanor seemed indifferent.
He recalled Sivir's state yesterday, and in his impression, Sivir has always been calm and restrained, without the slightest sign of being tormented by heat.
So Tu Mianmian shook his head, "I can't tell."
"That's because His Highness likes to endure everything." Butler Anderson looked at Sivir who pulled out the chair and took a seat, and shook his head lovingly.
"..." Tu Mianmian stared at the Duke while picking up a small steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth.
Love to endure everything? ?
But he saw that Sivir didn't hold back at all last night, and he could vent as much as he wanted.
He's a newlywed petite, he really has no human rights.
After a while, Tu Mianmian finished chewing the steamed buns, looked away, and said, "I still can't see it."
Sivir was stabbed sharply by his stare: "..."
This topic was lightly covered, Tu Mianmian began to bury her head in drinking the delicious and nutritious porridge, and Xivir finally relaxed.
He glanced at the sumptuous breakfast.
The dining table is no longer the usual tube of nutrient solution that Sivir is used to, but is filled with all kinds of meals, including the most popular internet celebrity breakfast in Interstellar, as well as ancient breakfasts such as buns and dumplings.
This is considering the taste of Tu Mianmian, the new owner of the Duke's Mansion, and made all kinds of food for him to choose and eat.
It seems that everyone in the Duke's Mansion cares about Tu Mianmian.
Sivir was relieved by this knowledge.
"Mianmian." Sivir said.
"Huh?" Tu Mianmian looked up at him.
Sivir organized the language, "I want to lead troops to the border of the empire, and you need to be alone at home."
The implication is that the two newlyweds will soon separate.
Tu Mianmian:? !
Tu Mianmian was shocked.
Before he swallowed the contents of his mouth, he said vaguely, "You are going to fight."
Sivir said "Hmm", he stared at Tu's smooth and fair neck, and when he lowered his head, he could faintly see a few red marks, which were all his masterpieces, "You can rest at home recently and take care of your body. "
Sivir lowered his head and operated his own optical brain, and opened the authority to Tu Mianmian, "Or go out for more shopping, and if you feel bored, you can go to inspect the properties of the Duke's Mansion and get familiar with what belongs to you. If you don't understand, just ask Anderson .”
"If you like something, buy it directly," Sivir urged, while sending an item to Tu Mianmian's light brain: "Bind my star card."
The optical computer terminal worn on Tu Mianmian's wrist immediately issued a "di" notification, indicating that there was a star card account that Tu Mianmian had to personally confirm and bind.
Tu Mianmian obediently bound Lord Duke's star card, and the balance was immediately displayed on the optical brain.
Tu Mianmian: "..."
Feeling dizzy and unable to breathe.
The long string of zeros made him speechless for a while.
And the Duke didn't wait for Tu Mian's response. After seeing that the account had been confirmed to be shared, he immediately left the table as if he was in a hurry.
He took a tube of nutrient solution from the maid waiting beside him, and hurried out. At the door was Butler Anderson, who was waiting with his military coat in his hands. Sivir took it and put a half-spin on his shoulders.
When he was about to walk out the door, he suddenly stopped and turned his head, "I'm sorry, my work is urgent, and I will accompany you later."
Tu Mianmian: "..."
Tu Mianmian clutched his heart, unable to tell whether he was handsome and warm by the Duke, or bought by a bunch of zeros.
Looking at the slender and tall figure, he exhausted his life's tenderness and said tenderly, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
Then, His Excellency the Duke left in peace.
Butler Anderson and the maid were deeply moved by their love as husband and wife, and tears of believing in love flashed in the corners of their eyes.
Tu Mianlian stared at Xivir's receding figure obsessively, only feeling that this receding figure looked more charming than Renminbi.
Tu Mianmian looked away when he was out of sight. He supported the dining table, thinking in a daze:
How do you say that
——I married a rich man, but the rich man never came to see me. I was only accompanied by a three-story villa and the money in his card. *
Isn't this the life he dreamed of
It doesn't matter, the Duke will never accompany him, and it has nothing to do with it. He has this Duke's mansion and that long string of zeros, and he can do it by himself.
Chaoyang Empire Central Star Army Building.
As soon as Sivir got off the airship, the adjutant who had been waiting for a long time walked towards him.
The two walked towards the military headquarters building together, and the adjutant raced against time to report the work situation, "Marshal, the soldiers and the fleet are assembled and ready to go at any time. Also, I followed up the routine inspection of 'Daylight' yesterday afternoon to the end, Everything is fine."
Sivir: "Yeah."
The adjutant asked: "The logistics department obeyed Master Raymond's request and increased the energy output of your mech's right arm by 10%. Would you like to simulate the power effect?"
"No need." Sivir replied while turning on the optical computer to check the work files: "I can understand what changes have been made by looking at the parameters."
"Oh." The adjutant suddenly became indifferent. That's right, their marshal is a genius, unlike mortals like them, who have to try everything before they are sure.
The adjutant's face was paralyzed, and he said: "The logistics department also knows that you don't need to shoot. I. Cannons, so I didn't even reserve a space for you."
Sivir glanced at the adjutant, as if he hadn't heard his sour words.
"Marshal, please remember to save the data of the right arm of 'Daylight' in actual combat." The adjutant said again: "This is requested by the logistics department."
"Understood." Sivir answered very simply.
After reporting all the major and minor matters related to the work of the military department, Sivir was heading to the logistics department to take back his royal mech "Daylight".
The adjutant followed Sivir, thought for a while, and asked, "Marshal, did you leave in a hurry yesterday afternoon, is there something urgent for you
"Yeah." On a rare occasion, Sivir explained a little more about issues involving his private life: "Go and get married."
"Oh, oh." The adjutant nodded again and again, "So I'm going to get married, that's really urgent..."
"… "etc.
The adjutant froze suddenly.
He was dumbfounded, looking at the figure in front of him who kept walking away, with a silly expression on his face.
Not far ahead, Anna, a female colleague who is also an adjutant, handed over the mecha button that was just taken out from the logistics department and equipped with the mecha daylight to the Duke.
He also glanced at the adjutant with a wink.
Ana apparently overheard Sivir's conversation with the adjutant, and the adjutant swore he saw the contempt in Anna's eyes.
Sure enough, Anna said in a well-accepted tone: "It turns out that the marshal is going to get married."
Anna said politely: "Your Majesty is very much looking forward to the day when I can see the Duchess's beauty."
And flattering!
The adjutant thought bitterly.
Sivir, who was looking at the buttons of the mecha, was very grateful for this sentence.
Although he had known Tu Mianmian not long ago, he naturally had to take responsibility when he got married.
Sivir gave Anna an appreciative glance, and arranged: "After returning to the voyage, you will visit him at home."
"Okay." Anna replied. Turning around, the topic jumped to the matter of the upcoming expedition, "Marshal, when will the fleet depart?"
"The reconnaissance fighter planes will go first, and the vanguard ships will follow. The rest will leave immediately after receiving His Majesty's send-off." Sivir ordered: "Notify and let all departments prepare."
"Yes!" Anna and the adjutant stood at attention and saluted.
Sivir turned and left after explaining.
The adjutant still had a hard time digesting this heavy news, it was so shocking, it shocked his whole family.
He wanted to talk to his colleague Anna, but found that Anna left in a hurry.
After catching up, I found that Anna was hiding in the corner and secretly contacting her good sister who worked in the Duke's mansion.
Anna: "What? The Duchess is beautiful and cute? Show me how cute Kangkang is!"
Anna: "Don't tell me that you dare not take pictures, just a word!"
Anna: "—you're dead!"
OK, I can't see you're still a two-faced guy.
The adjutant thought blankly.
In the blue sky of the central star, there are densely packed battleships.
His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire is seeing off the soldiers who are about to go on an expedition, and the singing of praying for a safe and triumphant return resounds everywhere in the central star.
After the send-off ceremony, following the command of the commander, the battleships flew away from the central star in an orderly manner, embarking on a journey full of flames of war and gunpowder.
Tu Mianmian just finished her breakfast, strolling around the green courtyard, getting to know the Duke's mansion while digesting food.
Butler Anderson accompanied him, and heard the sound of warships leaving the airspace one after another. He looked up for a while, then pointed to the largest main ship with a smile and said, "His Royal Highness is there."
Mr. Housekeeper put his hands behind his back, with a proud expression on his face: "Your Highness is the chief commander in wartime, and everyone in the military department calls His Highness Marshal."
He adjusted his unilateral glasses, and muttered softly: "But I still like to call His Highness His Highness. Obviously the title of Duke of the Empire is His Highness's first title."
Tu Mianmian also looked up at the sky.
The sky and the ground are too far apart, and the huge warships stay in the air, and they are small black spots one by one in the eyes. But even so, the main ship is also the biggest black spot in the sky.
Tu Mianmian observed the big black spot that was clustered in the center for a moment, but couldn't see anything. She looked away and was about to say something to Butler Anderson, when she suddenly heard the whistling sound of the wind.
A mech flew over.
The whole body of the mecha is silvery white, and the whole body of the mech bathed in sunlight has an icy color. When passing over the duke's mansion, the position of the cockpit flashed a red light.
It seemed to be looking this way.
Then the mecha lifted off into the sky, and finally submerged into the line of battleships that set sail neatly, turned into a streamer, and disappeared into the sky.
The author has something to say: #小剧#
Sivir in the Mecha: Goodbye, my wife, I am going on a long voyage tonight
[*]: Adapted from internet jokes