The Love Cycle of Me and Lao Gong's Love [Quick Transmigration]

Dean was so well protected by the old Marquis,

So pure and kind that it's a blank sheet of paper.

He loves all things beautiful,

I love to drink poppy wine,

When I'm a little drunk, I like to use my pen and ink...to draw oil paintings like dogs chewing on them,

And be proud of it.

Such a pure and kind brother will be killed,

It can be said that the eldest prince is very sad.

.Dean dropped his paintbrush,

Wanting to help Ruan Mo up,

"Young knight of the East, I am but an idle painter, and cannot afford your allegiance,

But my elder brother and father are both famous nobles, if you can follow them, you will definitely get more..."

more what?

he stuck,

Touching the tip of his nose in distress,

A bit of sooty paint remains.

Ruan Mo waved his hand to signal the maid to back down, but did not get up,

Kneeling like this on an expensive rug,

Looking at Dean tenderly.

"My master." Ruan Mo's eyes flashed with sadness,

"Please don't let a guardian knight break his oath."

Dean is not good at words,

explained: "No,

That was not what I meant. "

he just

I don't want to ruin this knight's official career.

"In this case, Dean is my only and eternal master." Ruan Mo leaned forward, gently brushing his tall nose bridge with warm fingertips,

Remove paint with graceful movements.

Dean stiffened his back,

Flustered by the residual temperature on his face.

The handsome face of the black-haired knight magnified in front of his eyes, and he knelt quietly like this, his gentle eyes were more intoxicating than his favorite poppy wine, as if he would never get up again if he disagreed.

The warm sunlight shines through the windows, illuminating the floating dust.

Time seems to slow down, only Dean can't feel the accelerated heartbeat.

"Okay, from now on, you can follow me." Dean finally compromised, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the beauty of his knight.

……

Ruan Mo successfully received the reminder that the system favorability +20, smiled lowly and wiped off the paint on his fingertips on the handkerchief.

This little prince is too innocent and cute.

Ruan Mo stopped, and Dean came back to his senses, and quickly got Ruan Mo to stand up, feeling a little uncontrollable joy in his heart.

He... actually has his own guardian knight, how much face is it to say?

Dean's light gray eyes were curved into two crescents, but he was only happy for a while, and then remembered that he couldn't leave the castle, and his face collapsed again.

"Mo, what do you think the world outside the castle is like? When can I go out and have a look?"

Dean picked up the paintbrush and painted on the horribly painted canvas, asking him while painting, "Do you see this starry sky and lake, are they exactly the same as the real Lake Baikal?"

The starry sky was pitch black, and a few stars could barely be seen.

Lake Baikal is a bit miserable. In the middle of the night, it is blue and shiny, with a little green light, as if it is haunted.

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"Yes master, your paintings are really beautiful." Ruan Mo praised with eyes closed.

Dean took a sip of poppy wine happily, "Mo, you are so discerning, I think so too, haha."

He sat on the chair and smiled happily, his blond hair was a little messed up, and Ruan Mo took it easy.

Dean's nerves were thick, and he readily accepted Ruan Mo's overly intimate approach. He didn't feel that the same action was made by this knight with a title, and it was different from a maid.

Ruan Mo's fingertips swept across his ears like feathers, and Dean felt itchy, trying to escape, but was quickly deprived of his attention by Ruan Mo's next words.

Ruan Mo said: "Master wants to go out to play? I have a way."

"What way?" Dean was full of curiosity, and his voice was extremely excited, "Mo, as long as you can secretly take me out to play, you can do whatever you want."

He wanted to get out of this cage-like castle, thinking about it like crazy!

Ruan Mo smiled slightly, letting him hold his hand excitedly, and took out a small medicine bottle.

"Master, remember what you said today."

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The market in the afternoon is noisy and lively.

The old marquis' fief is near the sea, and many ship merchants from other countries brought strange and weird specialties, and they all piled up in the trade zone to sell them enthusiastically.

Not only Norwegians, but also black-skinned Kobes, as well as Chinese people who traveled thousands of miles away, are not uncommon in this market.

Dean used the eye drops that Ruan Mo gave him, exchanged from the system, his light gray eyes had turned dark blue, he put on a coarse cloth, and ran to the market like a fish entering the sea, except for his overly handsome appearance , did not arouse any commotion at all.

On the contrary, Ruan Mo, who has been in the limelight recently, had to put on a hood and mask to avoid being recognized by businessmen who had witnessed the knight's award from the capital.

Dean, who could only lie on the window of the castle and look out, finally got his wish and stood in the downtown, shaking with joy.

He nimbly shuttled through the crowd, full of praise for every novel gadget.

"Mo, look at that porcelain, no, no, let's look at this... what is this?"

When Dean came to a fruit stand, his IQ suddenly dropped.

Curiously, he reached out and touched a round watermelon, "Is this... a fruit?"

The fruit stall owner looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded man.

Which farm is this silly kid from?

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Ruan Mo leaned over, coughed and explained in a low voice: "Master, this is watermelon, you just ate it after lunch." He ate a lot.

Dean was a little confused, pursed his lips, and asked in doubt: "Watermelon... shouldn't be red, small, and such a big fruit?"

He gestured a square the size of a thumb, and Ruan Mo immediately realized that this guy was talking about fruit salad.

It can't be blamed for Dean's ignorance. He spent 18 years of his life eating fruit that was peeled and sliced ​​by the maid and placed on a plate. Today was the first time he saw what a watermelon looked like.

"..."

Ruan Mo was speechless, so he simply paid for one, asked the stall owner to cut it into slices, and handed it to Dean's lips.

"Master, you will know after you taste it."

Dean obediently took a bite, awakened by the familiar sweetness, his handsome face immediately turned pale, "Oops."

Ruan Mo listened carefully: "What's wrong?"

Dean took another bite of the melon sadly, and said in an aggrieved tone, "The watermelons in my paintings are not green."

"........."

Ruan Mo felt that he might have found the ultimate reason for the little prince's gothic style of painting.

He looked at the downcast Dean and asked tentatively, "Master, what does a papaya look like?"

Dean answered honestly, "Little orange squares."

The smile on Ruan Mo's lips couldn't hold back, "Where's the sweet orange?"

"I know this thing is not a cube." Dean stretched out his hand and drew an arc. "Sweet oranges are crescent shaped, right?"

Dean looked at him expectantly.

Ruan Mo smiled wryly and sighed, grabbed Dean's shoulders, and left the fruit stall as fast as he could, which was enough to overturn Di'an's three views.

"That's right, my master." Ruan Mo closed his eyes, as if hypnotizing himself, "The fruit is what you said."

Dean laughed, and subconsciously took another bite of the watermelon, his bright eyes immediately dimmed, "But, the watermelon is a big green ball, what should I do with my painting?"

That's probably not going to help. .

Ruan Mo smiled very warmly, and his voice was gentle, with firmness that people couldn't help but believe, "Master, just now, my subordinates made a mistake. Watermelon is a small red cube. The fruit you eat is called green melon."

Changed its name so casually, without asking whether Xigua would like it at all.

"So that's the case." Dean suddenly asked another question if he realized something, "But why did you keep talking to me with your eyes closed?"

"..."

Ruan Mo opened his eyes, eyes filled with inexplicable complex emotions, "Because, this subordinate wants to engrave your handsome appearance in my mind."

Dean felt the temperature of his exclusive knight's palm on his shoulder was extremely hot.

Standing on the bustling street with people coming and going, the sun is hot above your head.Dean blinked, feeling that the poppy wine he drank in the morning had too much stamina, and he was still a little dizzy now.

"Hey, let's go ahead and have a look." Dean didn't respond to his words, and his steps quickened a few beats unconsciously.

But he didn't break free, protecting his right hand on his shoulder.

...Killo Gallery.

The two were dressed in civilian clothes, and were stopped by the guards for interrogation. They were not let go until Ruan Mo showed the luxurious knight's sword under the cloak.

A series of colorful oil paintings were meticulously framed on the wall, and Dean admired them with bright eyes, and had to stop for a long time in front of each one.

Ruan Mo followed him closely, listening to his amazement, until Dean stopped again and stood in front of a painting that was as tall as a man.

On the blue sea, a beautiful girl with a fishtail was lying on the shore, facing the bright moon with her white palms, protecting her chest with one hand, singing softly.

The color of this painting is romantic and delicate, and the area is huge, so that everyone standing in front of the painting can feel a warm and humid sea breeze blowing towards their faces.

This is a beautiful portrait of a mermaid, but in the girl's thick black hair like seaweed, there is a pair of slender and soft strange ears with triangular auricles, which are quite different from the mermaids in the legend.

The oil painting was surrounded by people who were watching with bated breath. Dean was so shocked by the realistic oil painting that he murmured unconsciously: "What is this, such a beautiful creature, does it really exist?"

Ruan Mo never expected that the picture of the Oriental Mermaid that was supposed to appear half a year later would appear now.

This painting is the beginning of the two princes of Norway, one big and one small, turning against each other!

"This is a merman, a sea creature that lives in the Eastern Sea. According to the painter, he really saw a merman girl one night, and that's why he created this realistic oil painting!"

A person looked at this oil painting obsessively and enthusiastically, and was deeply admired by the graceful beauty of the girl of the Yu tribe, "If there is such a beautiful creature in the world, I would rather die for her!"

"Shaman, merman." Dean seemed to be possessed, his eyes couldn't move away from the girl's side face, and he kept repeating these two words until he was forcibly taken away by Ruan Mo. A look of nostalgia.