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

Camel sheets are messy,

The crumpled lines stretch out a voluptuous red.

The black-haired young man half undressed,

lying weakly on the sheets,

Showing half of the dreamy shoulders,

His hair is disheveled,

There is a layer of cold sweat on the forehead,

Biting his lower lip restrainedly,

As if in great pain.

In fact, Dean's portrait painting skills are not bad, just like he is serious about sketching at this time,

Even memories and fantasies drew an eight-fifth resemblance to his charming posture of a black-haired knight.

God knows he didn't even intend to draw it like this in the first place!

Dean's pen tip kept tracing from his shoulder blades to his waist,

As if wanting to continue drawing downwards,

The palm trembled slightly, and the black paint was very hard,

across a stroke,

Paint his lower body in black soft armor.

At this time, more than half a month had passed since the assassination incident.

Every night in the dead of night,

when you can't sleep,

Dean would secretly turn on a few lights,

Slip into the studio alone.

He doesn't know why he doesn't draw during the day,

You have to wait for the model to go to rest before coming here like a thief.

Dean swallowed unconsciously, as if he felt that the face of the person in the painting was not rosy enough,

Use the brush to paint a little blush on his cheeks.

last stroke,

White light ignited in the black-haired young man's eyes, and he seemed to have a soul in the painting, looking back in pain like this, which made Dean's immature heart thump violently.

His knight seems to be too beautiful.

Dean licked his dry lips, put down his paintbrush, and loosened his stuffy neckline.

……

"Coo, coo coo!" There was a strange bird song, Dean looked solemn, and pushed open the window. A letter was tied to the arrow without a front, flew into the window and fell to the ground.

The youngest son was assassinated one after another, and the old king finally got angry. He picked out twenty warriors from among the rootless civilians with his fingers, and rode fast horses from the king's capital to give them to Dean as attendants.

Originally, he didn't want to do this. The old marquis will bring the little prince to the capital at the palace dinner half a year later, but the ruthlessness of the eldest prince Adam shocked the old king. But after checking the identities of those assassins, they turned out to be the queen. Her natal family, people from neighboring countries, if word of this gets out, the people of the two countries, who have managed to live a peaceful life because of the marriage, will fall into chaos because of suspicion.

Two evils were in power, the old king simply put the eldest prince under house arrest, and sent a group of attendants to Dean, who was alone.

But this kind of action was too big, and Norway's high society with sharp eyes and ears suddenly became very curious about the youngest son of the old Marquis who stayed at home.

...

The letter contained information about the eldest prince's life collected by the attendants.

Probably because he was the only son of the old king (before), the eldest prince was arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and he never concealed his intelligence. He is famous in Norway for his extremely superb swordsmanship. preferred.

A piece of letter paper mostly records all kinds of gossip and gossip about the eldest prince.

Dean glanced at the past, and suddenly lost interest in this brother he had never met.

Dean rubbed his forehead and burned the letter paper on the lamp.

There was a light knock on the door, followed by a familiar warm voice, "Master, are you inside?"

"I'm here, come in."

Dean replied subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that the inexplicably glamorous portrait of the black-haired knight seemed... not very attractive!

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There was a loud bang, and when Ruan Mo pushed the door and came in, he saw the blond boy slamming an oil painting behind the curtain with a frightened expression on his face.

Dean pulled the curtains with a guilty conscience, "Mo, why are you here?"

Ruan Mo took two steps forward, his eyes swept over the messy brushes and paints, and the empty wine bottle next to him.

"Master, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Ruan Mo looked at him quietly, as if waiting for an explanation.

Dean stammered, "I, come here and take a look."

Ruan Mo thought, that's not what your dark circles told me.

"You were drinking, and you were still painting just now." He approached two steps, his voice affirming, "And, today is definitely not the first day, is it?"

"..." Dean smiled awkwardly with the expression of being said, and even the dimple revealed his guilty conscience, "Hey, I just drank a little." He moved his fingers together and drew a short distance.

Little liar.

Ruan Mo took another two steps forward and stood completely in front of Dean. The little prince was a head shorter than him, looking up at him pitifully, his light gray eyes blinking, and his lips pursed stubbornly.

A cute lion cub, Ruan Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his head slightly.

"The point is not the wine." Ruan Mo sighed, speaking word by word, breathing lightly on his immature face.

The black-haired knight's handsome face was so close to him, which fascinated Dean, who could not sleep all day and night, and almost tiptoed to kiss him.

Then, his next sentence instantly woke up Dean, and he was in a cold sweat.

"The point is, what is hidden behind the curtain behind you?"

"!"

Dean trembled all over, tightly protecting the curtains, "It's nothing, it's just a painting!"

The lights flickered, and the silhouette of the black-haired knight stretched out, blocking a large area of ​​light.

Ruan Mo tilted his head slightly, his eyes were hurt and puzzled, "What painting, the master doesn't even want to let his subordinates take a look at it?"

No, no, it's not a matter of reluctance, I can't show it to you!

Thinking of the half-clothed ascetic appearance of the man in the oil painting, Dean felt distressed, his brain spinning rapidly, racking his brains to think of a reason not to show him.

In a flash of inspiration, the image of the merman girl looking at Moon Crying Song entered Dean's mind.

"Mo, you don't want to see it." Dean said nonsense seriously, "We saw it last time at the Rocky Gallery, and you said that this painting was unknown and didn't let me buy it, so I secretly drew one. "

Yes, that makes sense!

Dean pretended not to see his instantly stiff face, and brazenly made up a story, so that he almost believed it himself.

"Mo, I saw that you seem to hate that painting, so I had to secretly get up to paint at night. I didn't want you to know that it was my fault. Don't be angry, okay?"

The dimples were shallow, and Dean smiled embarrassedly. Don't be too obvious about the sprouting of spring heart, which made Ruan Mo's mood sink instantly.

……

He knew that seeing that painting half a year in advance must not be a good thing.

Ruan Mo looked at Dean's deep dark circles and expectant eyes, cursed inwardly, and quickly made a decision.

Since he is so energetic at night, it must be because he does not exercise enough during the day.

"Master, this subordinate is not angry." Ruan Mo took a step back, not bothering about the unlucky painting, and said seriously: "Your current... force value is too weak, master. The subordinate's injury has healed up, and from tomorrow Let's start, please follow your subordinates to learn the system of fencing."

Dean, who considers himself an artist, suddenly felt dizzy, "Mo, you know, I hate this the most."

"Not only fencing, but also equestrianism, swimming, and spear throwing." Ruan Mo added.

Dean couldn't laugh anymore, and asked instead: "Mo, don't you want to learn poetry, chess and hunting?"

Ruan Mo: "The master is already very proficient in these three things, so there is no need to learn any more."

Dean: ...

You... you are saying that I am idle, am I not wrong?

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Dean made a big death without paying attention.

Ruan Mo really started the special training for Dean without mercy.

The next day.

On the training ground, twenty attendants carefully selected by the old king stood in two rows, each with a more serious expression. The black-haired knight stood at the front of the line, saluted with his sword drawn, and gestured to Dean with his left hand behind his back. gesture.

"Come on master, let's do a thousand lunge stabs first."

More than 20 attendants drew their swords immediately, and demonstrated standard stabbing movements for the little prince in a uniform manner.

a thousand times?

"Mo, do you really want to treat me like this?" Dean took the sword, "Aren't you afraid that I will settle accounts with you afterwards? I am the little prince of Norway."

Ruan Mo stopped his movements, and after a night of calmness, he seemed to have regained his composure, with a faint smile in his eyes, and his tone was firm, "You won't do this, master."

Dean choked, it would be impossible to take revenge on him, anything else...

He raised his eyebrows, his light gray eyes carried complicated emotions, "Why, you are so sure."

Sure I won't do anything to you?

"Because..." Ruan Mo whispered with his head down, his voice low and pure, "You are the cutest master."

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Revenge is impossible, not even in this lifetime.

After waking up every day for half a month, the little prince's favorability increased steadily, which made Ruan Mo baffled.

He hasn't done anything yet, he's just recovering from his injury, his favorability is almost 60, it's almost like he's on the hook, willful.

The system muttered: "You have to hurry up, the little milk dog sees Hua Siren every day, and when the heroine really appears, you won't have time to cry."

A system that pretends not to know the truth is a good system, yes.

Ruan Mo thought, he is not a milk dog.

He is—the Lion King who is destined to stand on top of all things.

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Dean, who was still a lion cub, sneezed, and the saber in his right hand instantly crooked.

Ruan Mo took a step forward, corrected his awkward fencing posture, and pressed his entire back against him, "Don't just look at the sword, imagine that there is an enemy in front of you, and master, you must defeat the enemy with one blow."

With the blade down, Ruan Mo took him forward with a lunge, stabbing through the air firmly and forcefully, even making a chilling sound of breaking the wind.

"Do you understand?" Ruan Mo asked gently.

"I probably understand it." Dean nodded indiscriminately, and imitated his appearance, bent his knees and stabbed, the blade of the sword fluttered, like a child playing with a wooden toy.

"..." Ruan Mo paused, held his right hand, and patiently repeated the action.

Dean swung his sword again, still flamboyant and lacking in style.

He looked at Ruan Mo in confusion, with a little embarrassment in his light gray eyes, "Mo, I don't seem to understand, please demonstrate to me again."

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...Little liar, your proud tail is about to curl up.

Ruan Mo's expression remained unchanged. After the last demonstration, he whispered into Dean's flushed ears, "Master, if you fail to learn again, your subordinates will be very sad."

He blinked, the corners of his lips curled up in a warm arc, and his black jade-like eyes carried a see-through smile, causing the redness of Dean's ears to spread rapidly.

He was a little embarrassed, and his handsome face twitched, "Cough, I was just being lazy just now, I'm going to be serious next time!"

As he spoke, he lunged and stabbed in one go, with a standard posture, and even drew a not-so-smooth sword flower.

"I'm still pretty good."

Dean explained, not daring to look at the handsome face of the black-haired knight.