It's early winter in the empire, and the air is a little cold, but the sun is shining today, and the road is covered with golden ginkgo leaves on both sides, exuding a faint smell of leaves.
When Rong Wan was walking on the road, he thought, the protagonist has rarely seen such a beautiful scenery outside, it seems that he should not always let him hang around him on the second floor, he should be sent to work in the garden more, and enjoy the normal life by the way. Sunshine, rain and roses that people can enjoy.
Then he stopped, pointed to the tools in the corner, and said to the protagonist: "When you have free time, come to the garden and trim the leaves in the garden."
Jin Zhao distractedly glanced at the branches and leaves along the road, and then turned his attention to the general again. The general always had no expression on his face, and he couldn't figure out what it meant. Jin Zhao felt a little uneasy. The garden is far away from the second floor. The general is... Don't you like walking around him and taking care of him? That's why you sent yourself away
He stared at the general and nodded slowly.
Rong Wan immediately noticed that the protagonist seemed not in a good mood, fell silent for a while, and quickly added: "I like your pruned ones, pick some and send them to my room every day."
Just after he finished saying this, he instantly felt that the protagonist's eyes on him seemed less uncomfortable. Expression is really an art. Rong Wan also breathed a sigh of relief.
His idea is actually very simple. Even without the restriction of the healing value, he still hopes that the protagonist can be treated kindly after suffering so much bad luck. This is what the main character deserves.
Under the restrictions of the rules, he is willing to give a little bit of tenderness to the protagonist if he can.
"Let's go." Rong Wan said.
Now Zhao looked at the general's calm face, and was still thinking about the two words just now - like
He was almost flattered, and he was caught off guard like a wave of praise, which made him dizzy for a while.
Like like like like... the general said he likes his pruning...
His ears were hot, his eyes lit up a little, and he stared seriously at the general who turned his back again. I never thought that one day I would actually get these things that belong to normal people, caring, praising, and being gentle, this feeling is very good...
So good that he's greedy and dissatisfied, longing for more, so longing to run away, yet wanting to possess every moment.
He followed the general into the garden, his eyes were calm and joyful until he saw the person sitting in the pavilion in the center of the garden.
After Rong Wan knew that the protagonist had developed an admiration for him, he tried to avoid letting Lu Sujun visit or answering Lu Sujun's phone calls in the past few days, so as not to cause the protagonist's unnecessary violent emotional fluctuations. Because according to the system data, if the protagonist is constantly stimulated, the healing value will rise very slowly. So Rong Wan can be said to obediently take the initiative to cut off all possible rivals for the protagonist.
But it should be no problem for Princess Suya to come to the door, after all, the protagonist should also be able to feel that she is coming for him.
Rong Wan felt sour again, and patted the protagonist on the shoulder, indicating that the protagonist is pruning the branches and leaves nearby, while he walked towards the small garden pavilion and saluted politely: "Princess."
And the moment he left, Jin Zhao's eyes suddenly dimmed, suddenly filled with crazy gloom.
The princess is here again, and the general will make tea for her, joke with her, discuss the weather, discuss military affairs, and even laugh at her. Those of the royal family whose hands are covered with blood, how can they still get the most beautiful things in the world after trampling on countless bones
He turned around to prune the branches and leaves, his eyes were dark and gloomy, but he didn't notice that he had cut those flowers to pieces because of his absent-mindedness.
**
"Admiral Zhujing." Princess Suya pushed a strand of hair behind her ears, glanced at Jin Zhao in the corner, and then looked back, her cheeks were still slightly red because of the arrival of the admiral, she whispered Said, "I don't have anything to do today, I feel very bored, so I came to talk to you, and I didn't disturb your military affairs."
After Rong Wan saw her glance at the protagonist, her face was so red, and her heart was clear, she said: "I won't disturb."
He knew that he was only here as a bridge—because if a princess and a slave were alone in a room, it would definitely attract criticism, but here he could avoid those gossips and at the same time let the The princess, who had a good impression of the protagonist in the original text, took a step further in her affection for the protagonist.
So not only did he wear the most inconspicuous old uniform, but he also tried to keep his words to a minimum so as not to overwhelm the host.
But he thought that he had pulled the protagonist so much—from a little monster who grinned when he saw people to a normal person who could trim flowers and branches, but he still had to open the fence and let the pigs outside come in and attack him. Rong Wan felt like an old father-in-law picking on his son-in-law, but of course he quickly put an end to this messy thinking.
But Princess Suya could clearly feel that today's general is not in high spirits.
He even put on an old uniform without a military rank, and he ignored himself. He said three or four words excitedly, but he only said "um", and sometimes he even lowered his head to drink coffee and remained silent. .
Princess Suya became a little uneasy, wondering if there was something wrong with her appearance or clothing, which caused the general to be so indifferent to her today. Obviously, they were very gentle with themselves last time. They talked about the military and the weather, and even mentioned some measures of the royal family. You know, in this empire, no one would respect a woman so much, and talk to a woman so much about men.
So Princess Suya felt that the general was so different. She was deeply attracted.
But this time...
Obviously when he left last time, the admiral was still looking at his back for a long time. It makes no sense to be suddenly indifferent today. Su Ya suddenly realized, is this playing hard to get
Although she has no experience in dating, she understands many basic methods. As a young general of the empire, Zhu Jing was arrogant and conceited, and would not easily show interest in a woman.
After figuring this out, she let go of her biting lip, and her complexion became slightly ruddy again.
She needs to be more proactive.
"General Zhu Yasushi, if you are free in a while, I would like to invite you to the royal horse race."
When Rong finished hearing Su Ya's words, his ears froze! Horse racing! As mentioned in the original text, the underground of the racecourse is the laboratory, but the royal racecourse has always been only open to the princes and princesses inside the royal family, and is not open to external officials. If he could be invited by the princess, he might be able to bring the protagonist there that day—after all, the princess invited him, and he must actually want to invite the protagonist.
Wouldn't that increase the odds of finding an energy source for the protagonist? !
Rong Wan wanted to agree almost immediately, but after a pause, he just replied lightly: "Thank you princess for the invitation."
However, Su Ya saw that General Zhujing's mood was obviously much higher, and it seemed that he was indeed interested in horse racing. And seeing that although he was in high spirits, his face was still lukewarm, which further confirmed his character, which was as unpredictable as the rumors said.
A duplicity general.
Su Ya found it interesting and couldn't help laughing.
**
Imaki watched from the corner.
They didn't know what they were talking about and laughed happily.
And his eyes became more gloomy.
When he was stuck in the deformed, filthy dump, he didn't expect much, just to survive, to struggle to survive, and to retaliate a thousand times over.
But the man appeared and rescued him from the mud, and he became greedy, got a little, and wanted more.
But he felt lonely at the moment—an emotion he had never felt before.
He felt that he was far away from that person. Even though that person was just a dozen steps away from him, he still felt so far away, so far away that he couldn't grasp it, so far away that it drove him crazy. Hatred arose in his heart, and the strong desire for monopoly almost made him crazy.
So annoying, so annoying. It hurts.
He suddenly had an extremely dark thought in his heart, it would be great if everyone around the general died. Su Ya died, the road guard died, and this gloomy and terrifying thought gradually formed, like an impenetrable black net, gradually enveloping his heart.
If they all disappeared, the warmth he could absorb from that person would be a little more, and with a little more, he would be able to continue to live.
He put down the tools for pruning flowers and grass, and walked over.
**
Seeing the protagonist suddenly approaching, Rong Wan quietly stood behind him, and asked, "Is the trimming finished?"
Immediately, he took a look at the area that had been pruned by the protagonist just now, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, he almost didn't get scared to death, all of them were bald! The ground is full of scattered petals and messy branches and leaves! Too much!
Is the protagonist so innately untalented in garden art? !
The protagonist actually nodded to him slowly, indicating that it has been repaired, and bent down to put down the tool. The tool looked really heavy, and when he leaned against the coffee table, the coffee table shook a bit, so the glass coffee table The coffee cup shakes too—
The coffee stains were all over Rong Wan's pants and uniform.
After Rong finished, he hurriedly dusted his pants: "..." The coffee was lukewarm, and I didn't feel anything when it was splashed on my pants, but it felt sticky.
He turned his head, and just about to say something to the protagonist, he saw the protagonist with his head down, staring at the ground, pursing his pale lips, completely unable to see his expression——Rong Wan suddenly softened his heart. It's exactly the same as a poor little student who made a mistake and took the initiative to admit punishment. How can anyone be willing to punish the protagonist like this? !
So Rong Wan waved his hands and said tensely, "It's okay, just practice more."
He didn't notice the pampering in his tone at all, it was completely different from the tone he spoke to Su Ya just now.
Su Ya's expression froze, and she couldn't help but look up at Jin Zhao who was standing behind Admiral Zhu Jing.
He also raised his gaze, and the abyss-like pupils were still the same as last time, full of hostility and repulsion. Only this time, Su Ya's sixth sense told her that there were other more terrifying emotions in Jin Zhao's eyes. It was a very subtle aura that could only be felt between rivals in love.
Under that warning and aggressive gaze, Su Ya grabbed the corner of her skirt with her fingers, and suddenly became nervous——
Rong Wan had a panoramic view of her appearance, thinking, is her reaction so big when the protagonist comes? After Rong finished, he asked the system in his mind: "You simulate and calculate the possibility that Princess Suya will provide a pass now."
The system replied after a while: "It has risen to 60 percent."
Rong Wan asked: "As long as it reaches 80%, if you ask her for a pass, will she have a high probability of agreeing?"
System: "Well, according to the simulated data, yes."
Rong Wan tsk tsk in his heart, last time it was only 40%, but this time it has increased so much, it seems that Princess Suya's favorability for the protagonist has risen very quickly. The original Wencheng didn't bully him, Princess Suya didn't even exchange a word with the protagonist, so she had such a good impression of the protagonist. There is a special attraction between the two!
System: "... Uh, um."
Just as Rong finished communicating with the system, the protagonist suddenly squatted down, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the coffee stains on his trouser legs. The force is very gentle, and the sticky feeling is quickly wiped off. After wiping, the protagonist looked up at him blankly, looking very calm. Normally, the protagonist raises his head to show this expression, and Rong Wan will put his palm on his head.
But with Princess Suya present today, Rong Wan would definitely not do this.
But even though he had tried his best to avoid the Shura field, when he looked back, he still saw the displeasure flashing across Princess Suya's face.
Su Ya's complexion was indeed a little ugly. She had heard that General Zhujing had a cleanliness habit and would not let people get close easily. Even the road guards he had befriended since childhood... But now, a slave is actually allowed to be so intimate...
Rong Wan also realized that at this moment, Princess Suya and the protagonist should be given a little time alone, because he is really an eyesore here.
So he stood up and said casually: "My clothes are dirty, go upstairs and change first, princess, wait a moment."
Su Ya opened her mouth and was about to say something—
The slave she knew since childhood had already blocked her view of General Zhujing. Princess Suya was stunned for a moment, and felt that the gaze he was staring at her was bottomless. If he had concealed something when Zhujing was there, now, he hardly concealed the heavy threat—like a The confinement and protection of prey is extremely repulsive to everything from outside. If someone continues to break in, they will be bloody torn to pieces.
Under the suffocating blackness of those eyes, Princess Suya shivered for a moment.
The slave didn't say anything, but Princess Suya heard it somehow.
"Go away."
**
After Rong finished walking upstairs quickly, he kept dawdling in his room, changing his trousers and putting them on slowly. Now that the opportunity has been created for Su Ya, the time of this opportunity must be extended so that they can develop freely. It's just that he also felt a little jealous in his heart, and felt that it was really unpleasant to hand over the protagonist to others.
However, when he was thinking wildly, the door was knocked suddenly, and the protagonist came in.
Finished:? ?
"How did you come up?" Rong Wan asked. The two were given a chance to be alone, but Su Ya didn't grasp the opportunity and was let off by the protagonist? !
Rong Wan quickly walked to the window, looked towards the garden, but saw that Su Ya had gone away. He hurriedly asked the system the current probability that Suya might get a pass. The system said it was still 60%, and it had not decreased. After Rong finished, he breathed a sigh of relief. Look at Suya, what a nice guy! Even if she was thrown in the garden by the protagonist, her favorability towards the protagonist did not decrease in the slightest!
The protagonist didn't say a word, but stood at the door and stared at him. Because he was against the light, he couldn't see the protagonist's expression clearly. He only felt that the shadow cast by the silver mask on his face was somewhat dim, and there was some kind of hidden danger. things he doesn't understand. The protagonist didn't move for a long time, after a while, he walked in a few steps.
It was only now that Rong Wan saw the slightly pale expression on his face. It was not known whether it was Rong Wan's imagination or an illusion, but there seemed to be some grievance on his face. And on his raised hand, the bloodstains from the leaves and thorns.
"Injured?" Rong Wan's attention was immediately diverted—seeing that the back of his hand, which had finally grown new flesh, was injured again, he couldn't help feeling distressed, and dragged him over.
The protagonist lowered his brows meekly and did not speak.
After rummaging through the cabinet, he found out the unused ointment from last time, and poured a glass of water very naturally, filled the glass, it was still warm, and handed it over.
The protagonist held the glass with one hand, drank very anxiously, seemed to be very thirsty, and choked. So Rong Wan patted him on the shoulder, let him sit down by the way, and said, "Drink slowly, no one will grab it."
And holding his hand, skillfully picked up a little light yellow ointment with fingertips, and patiently rubbed it on the back of the protagonist's hand. The protagonist's fingers are very slender, but pale in color, Rong Wan thought distressedly while applying the medicine, if he had known that the protagonist was clumsy in gardening, he would not have let him prune the flower branches, and the tender skin that had just grown was scratched again, It must have hurt.
Now Zhao stared at the general's frowning eyebrows, and sat there obediently, looking like a deer tamed by the general.
**
After Rong finished rubbing the medicine on the protagonist carefully, and told him not to see the water tonight, he let the protagonist leave.
The protagonist didn't leave immediately, but waited for him to turn off the lights in the room and go to bed, then gently closed the door and turned to go out.
Jin Zhao stood on the dark corridor for a long time, and his eyes began to lose their meekness and calmness just now, but were full of possessiveness and madness. If you look carefully, you will feel a little gloomy and terrifying. The back of his hand was stroked by the general just now, he thought of this, and it took him a while to calm down.
He felt that he was sick, not trauma, but a psychological disease. He wanted this man's attention all the time. As long as the person's gaze falls on him, he will calm down.
The world hunted, beat, betrayed, oppressed, and abandoned him. Only this person recast his broken bones and gave him tenderness and kindness.
So he will do whatever it takes.
The author has something to say: Rong Wan: Don't come to bully my little cabbage.
Princess: Hehehe.
Lu Sujun: Hahaha.
Jin Zhao: What the general said is true.
system:…
I feel much better today, I don’t care if I praise me! !