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

"What a fool I am!" Dean kept scolding himself.

His knight is so gentle,

How could they refuse to push away civilians?

It was because she felt something was wrong with the little girl.

he wants to protect himself,

You can't scare the snakes,

Laughing at myself as a fool,

Pull him back to trouble together!

Dean was very upset,

After such a catastrophe,

He seemed to be enlightened suddenly, and his thoughts suddenly changed from encountering the assassin.

Why did he have to cover up the color of his eyes before he could leave the castle?

Why was he poaching deer on the hill behind the castle a while ago,

Will a docile horse lift him up?

Why did it take a full night for the search and rescue team at home to find him?

And why, the first time he left the castle,

Will be besieged by fifteen dead men?

Is it all a coincidence?

... Dean is not stupid,

It's just that the old Marquis was so well protected before that he didn't encounter any intrigue at all.

Can be so clearly targeted,

No matter how stupid people can react.

A mess of thoughts gradually cleared up,

Dean ruled out the stern and kindly old Marquis,

Respectful and humble brothers and sisters,

Every time I see my mother who has a headache and spoils me.

He finally determined,

His own pupil color was the culprit that put him in danger.

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Ruan Mo woke up from the pain.

The knife wound on his back can never be repaired by the system in full view.

Anyway, he knew that the system would not let him really die, so when he was in a daze, Ruan Mo passed out with confidence.

"Mr Dean,

Please try harder,

Such a light drop of the needle cannot suture the wound. "

"I, I'm afraid he will hurt."

The thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, Ruan Mo opened his eyes, his own blood was all over the bed sheet, it was a bit miserable.

"Mr. Dean, give the needle to Windsor."

"No, Mo was injured because of me, I want to heal his wound with my own hands."

As he said that, the silver needle fell and stuck on the young man's back, shuttled back and forth one by one, and the stitches were actually neat.

The hideous wound closed quickly, and Dean heaved a sigh of relief after putting away the thread and putting on a bandage.

The maid left with the medicine box, and they were the only ones left in the bedroom.

.

The black-haired knight's entire back was wet with blood, and Dean carefully helped him cut off the material and took off his shirt.

The young man's flat and smooth back was exposed, with a large amount of dried blood stains, which was shocking.

Little Prince Dean, with his messy blond hair, began to feel uncomfortable again.

"Mo, you have shed a lot of blood."

Dean dipped his handkerchief in hot water and wiped it off bit by bit. The white and soft cloth turned red after a while.

Dean lowered his eyes and said sullenly, "If I hadn't gone out to play today, you wouldn't have been hurt."

His light gray pupils were like dim stars, taking all the mistakes back on him, and he couldn't bear to blame the young man.

It was as if he forgot that he was kicked in the ass by someone this afternoon.

The black-haired knight stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed his right hand.

"Master, it's because the subordinates didn't protect you well." Ruan Mo's voice was weak.

"Mo, you're awake." Dean's eyes lit up, the dimples on his cheeks flashed quickly, and then disappeared quickly, "Don't move around, I'll help you clean your body."

As he spoke, he ignored Ruan Mo's obstruction and wiped every inch of his skin seriously.

"I'll do the rest."

The black-haired knight stood up on the bed, his elegant spine slightly protruding, his entire butterfly bone was wrapped in bandages, and as he moved, a bit of dazzling red appeared on the white bandages.

He snorted, his pale handsome face showed a restrained expression.

Dean's heart seemed to be tugged, and he immediately held down his movements. Under Ruan Mo's astonished gaze, he grabbed the handkerchief and carefully wiped his chest.

"You don't move, this is an order." Dean frowned, a little annoyed at his indifference, pursed his lips and scrubbed him extra carefully, his light gray pupils were full of seriousness.

A basin of hot water quickly becomes cloudy.

The pure white handkerchief turned bright red, caressing the young man's firm chest, delicate collarbone, and thin and narrow waist gently.

Brushing against his tight and delicate abdominal muscles and navel, Ruan Mo stopped Dean's movements again.

"Master." There was a slight tremor in the weak voice, the eyelashes of the black-haired knight trembled, and there were strange ripples in his warm eyes. grace.

Ruan Mo slightly glanced away, "Dinner time is coming, you should change your clothes first."

Thinking of the dinner that every family member would attend, Dean regained his senses from the state of being stunned, a little annoyed, changed into formal clothes and left in a hurry, and turned back to give instructions worriedly.

"I'll be back soon." He left this sentence.

……

Ruan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and let Windsor enter the house to clean up the mess, and brought another bucket of warm water.

The warm mist brushed over his body, Ruan Mo hurriedly washed and changed into new black clothes.

He leaned against the window and looked in the direction of Kilo Gallery with a solemn expression.

"System, can I destroy that painting directly?"

If the Eastern Merman Picture didn't exist, the King of Norway wouldn't have sent people to the sea to look for the Merman, and naturally there wouldn't be those messy things that happened later.

The system poured cold water on it: "Don't think so much, have you forgotten the lesson of the emp missile? If you change history, history will reflect even worse on the person who changed him."

The night sky in Norway is beautiful, Ruan Mo stands by the castle window, the shining stars in the sky seem to be within reach.

Ruan Mo didn't ask it any more, his slender knuckles were spread out, and he was holding the sea horizon to the east.

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The family dinner of the old Marquis was still lively.

Dean had doubts in his heart, so he paid special attention to the attitudes of the people around him.

The elder brother and sister quarreled occasionally, and the old Marquis scolded them majestically, but he always only gently advised himself to eat with his heart.

The Marquise was respectful and courteous to him, and his brothers and sisters never argued with him.

It was as if everyone spoke to him like this, so polite that it made people shiver down the back.

After finishing his meal without taste, Dean stopped his mother in the corridor.

"Dean, what's the matter with you?" Alina was well maintained, she was charming and charming after applying light makeup, she held an oriental round fan in her hand, and wore a long skirt with blond hair pulled high.She looked at her son with love in her blue eyes.

Dean's cheerful expression was particularly serious today, "Mother, please tell me why my eyes are light gray."

Alina's hand holding the fan froze, her eyes wandered to the side, "Ah, it's nothing, maybe...maybe."

"Mother." Dean interrupted her hasty lie, "please don't lie to me, I'll find out sooner or later."

Alina was a little distressed, and the fan hurriedly fanned, "How should I put it, I shouldn't be the one to tell you about this."

How would she tell her son, I gave your father a cuckold with the king?

Dean just waited like this, which means that you don't tell me that neither of us can go back today.

Alina had no choice but to order the maid to bring a bust of the King of Norway.

The old king was wearing a golden robe, holding a scepter in his hand, wearing the crown upright on his head, and looking forward majestically. The years had carved light wrinkles on his face, but they could not erase the wise light in his light gray eyes.

……

What is the explosion of three views.

Dean walked back to the bedroom on one hand and one foot, putting his jaw back in place with difficulty.

He turned out to be the illegitimate son of the King of Norway.

Following this line of thought, the assassins who besieged him today were sent by his brother Adam, the eldest prince Adam, the heir to the Kingdom of Norway, whom he had never met!

Dean emptied half a bottle of the spicy poppy wine at once. He calmed down his mixed feelings, opened the door, and found that the sheets looked brand new, and his guardian knight was gone.

"Mo, where have you been?"

Dean turned around, and the wine bottle in his hand was taken away.

"This subordinate is here." Ruan Mo's face was still so pale, he smiled slightly, and handed the bottle of poppy wine to the maid beside him, "Master, you have already drunk a lot today."

Dean watched Windsor slip away quickly with the bottle in his arms, with distress and regret on his face, "No, no, I just tasted a little bit today. But you still have an injury on your back, so don't run around .”

As he spoke, he burped.

Dean: ...

"A little injury, it's fine." Ruan Mo smiled softly, speaking calmly.

A little injury?

When Dean thought of the picture of him falling down and spitting black blood, his heart was pulled hard, "Mo, how can you not take yourself seriously!"

The black-haired knight seemed to be taken aback for a moment, with his index finger bent to his lips, and he glanced at him lightly, a bit of embarrassment flashed in his jade-like eyes.

"Don't be angry, master." His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he added, "I will be sad."

Dean's ears immediately turned red.

He didn't know why he remembered just now, when the handkerchief was scrubbing back and forth, the delicate and soft touch lingering on the fingertips, and the black-haired knight's shortness of breath and his weak look of being unable to resist.

I didn't feel it when I was nervous, but now that I think about it, it seems delicious... Bah, what is he thinking in his head!

Dean coughed, and hurriedly pushed Ruan Mo to the side room.

"Rest well, I'll come see you tomorrow."

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Take a good rest damn.

The bright moonlight was blocked by the clouds, and Dean lay on the bed tossing and turning. As long as he thought that this was the bed Ruan Mo had waded through, he would feel refreshed and not sleepy at all.

The clean and warm sweet smell of his body lingered at the tip of his nose.

Don't ask Dean how he knows sweetness, just guess that he must be sweet.

God, why would he find a man sweet!

Dean rolled frantically on the bed, still unable to fall asleep, so he put on his clothes and ran to the studio with dark circles under his eyes.

A little bit of candlelight lit up, illuminating a room full of bizarre paintings.

Dean spread out the canvas and painted the base color, but he unexpectedly didn't want to paint the scenery outside the castle.

He wanted to draw a person.