Pray for the sun again

"Master, can I go to the library?" The silver-haired boy stood on the porch, squatted down and asked the man sitting next to him.

"Of course," the god judge moved away from his gaze, which was gazing at the water lilies that were in full bloom in the pond for the last time in late summer, turned his head to meet the boy's gaze, and replied softly, "Your Highness, of course you can go..." After a pause, he Then he continued: "What information are you looking for?"

The god judge was not surprised by the young man's desire to go to the library. After all, Minghu used to go to the library with him to search for information when he was puzzled about the information about the sword man... It's just like this time It is indeed the first time that there is neither difficulty nor going anywhere with myself.

"I have something to care about..." Minghu thought for a few seconds before answering softly, with a bright light shining in his golden eyes.

"Well," the interrogator nodded to indicate that he understood, then smiled at the other party, and said, "The key to the library is in the original place, you can use it yourself."

"Yes, then I will take my leave first." Minghu responded with a nod, and after paying a salute, he turned and walked towards the inner room of the main hall. He has served as a close servant for a long time, so he is familiar with the customary place where the examiner puts things. Heart.

Opening the door of the library, the fine dust aroused by the friction between the wooden door frames became very conspicuous in the sunlight. The boy reached out and waved the dust in front of his eyes, and walked into this place, which can be called the most beautiful place in Honmaru. quiet place.

This library was originally used as an ordinary warehouse, but the gods like to read books. At the beginning of Honmaru, there were not many things to store, so this room was used as a small room for the gods besides the study in the main hall. The bookstore was generally used, but later the number of books became more and more, and the inquisitor specially sent people to build several large bookshelves to fit all the books, and then it was changed to a library.It is worth mentioning that such a large number of books was not created by one person, but the result of the hard work of all the people in the pill.At the beginning, it was the god-inspector himself, who would store these books here after encountering books that he found interesting or accidentally obtained some precious texts. Later, at some point, men who went out on expeditions or went to ten thousand houses to purchase swords and swords also began Sensitive to this kind of paper text, I would bring back a few books from time to time, whether it was a collection of paintings, poems, or just a simple comic book. Regarding this, the god judges uphold an encouraging attitude and store them all in this room. , and put the key of the library in the main hall, and told all those who want to borrow books to get the key directly.Over time, the number of books in the library has increased significantly, but what kind of books are in them, such a thing is that even the God Inspector himself can't tell.

Minghu stood between the tall bookshelves, looked up at the bookshelves about three people high, and then sighed in his heart, it seemed that it would not be so easy for him to find the right books today.

The black-haired and blue-eyed judge walked slowly on the wooden corridor. He had gone to each yard to confirm the situation of the sword men who had disappeared and returned to their original swords due to the influence of spiritual power.Although they are still in a dormant state, the spiritual power of the sword men has begun to slowly recover, and I believe that they will return to their human form in the near future.

At this moment, the god judge is walking towards the library in a corner of the entire Honmaru.It has been the whole afternoon, but His Royal Highness Minghu has not left there and returned to the main hall. I think it must be that the search for the books is not going well.Although I don't know the distribution of the types of books in the library today, two people must be more powerful than one person to find them together. It would be great if I could find the books His Highness needs earlier.

With that in mind, the interrogator approached the wooden door of the library.

At this time, Minghu was leaning against the window with a book whose thickness was estimated to be only one centimeter, and looked at it seriously.If you ignore the things like "How to shoot/hit his heart~" written in fancy fonts on the pink cover of the book, it can be regarded as a picture of a peaceful and peaceful youth.

When the judge walked into the library, his actions, which had been lightened because of his good upbringing, did not pull the boy ashore from the sea of ​​books at all.Standing by the door, the black-haired man caught a glimpse of the young man reading a book by the window. He was very curious about the book with a pink cover but the title was unclear, but he didn't approach it either, and only leaned slightly against the book. On the door frame, with his hands clasped in front of him, he silently watched the figure of the young man constantly flipping through the books.

As the sky gradually darkened, the judge raised his eyes and glanced at the dark sky outside the house, and then closed his fingers and gently knocked on the wooden door. The clear and crisp sound woke up the young man. He looked at the other party, with gentle eyes, and said There was a bit of a smile in the words: "Your Highness, it's good to immerse yourself in a book, but you should also pay attention to rest. It's getting dark today, why don't you take that book back and read it later?"

"Master?" Minghu raised his head, surprise flashed in his golden eyes, he didn't find the judge, and he didn't know how long this black-haired man had been standing here... After thinking about it, the boy asked, "Why do you When did you come here?" He stretched out his hand to put the book on the bookshelf while talking, and seemed to fiddle with it a few times, there was no electric light in the library, and the inquisitor couldn't see clearly.

"It didn't take long, I came here just thinking about whether you need my help here," the judge looked at the young man walking towards him, and said, "It seems that you have found the book you need, That's great."

"Well, I just thought it was a bit interesting. It's not a book that is urgently needed." Minghu responded softly, approached the god judge, reached out to touch the other's hand that was casually placed by his side, and then felt a little dissatisfied. The agreeing tone said softly, "You should have called me when you came." He just touched the back of the god judge's hand, and the cold touch made even himself, who was a sword, feel terrified.

"Your Highness," hearing the words, the judge laughed softly, and said, "I'm not that delicate."

"Well, I know. Go back, I'll make tea for you." Minghu didn't bother with this, just took the other party's hand and walked towards the main hall.

The judge opened his eyes a little, a little surprised by his actions.It's rare for Minghu to make such a slightly aggressive move that clearly shows his emotions.Although he was a little puzzled, it did not prevent the judge from accepting such kindness.

As he walked, the interrogator seemed to catch a glimpse of the reddish ear tips of Minghu under the dim light of the sky, which was lifted by the night wind. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions.

As a result, when the judge sneezed twice in a row and was urged by the young man to soak in the hot spring, he suddenly recalled what he had said not long ago, and then he realized: Words really cannot be said to death.

Raising his hand, he lifted the long hair that had been wetted by water from his back to his left shoulder. The God Inspector was wearing a thin bathrobe and leaned against the flat and smooth stone wall behind him. He had always been in the habit of soaking in hot springs in his clothes.The man looked at the sky through the lingering mist. The first quarter moon was hanging alone in the sky, and there was no star next to it. Only a few hazy thin clouds accompanied the crescent moon.

In fact, the judge didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his body, but he didn't want to ignore the boy's concern. Besides, the hot spring in the late summer night was really special.In fact, this small hot spring is not a public hot spring in the Honmaru, but was dug in his own yard on a whim by the God-inspector himself when he first built the Honmaru.

The main hall in the center of Honmaru is the place where the god judges usually work and discuss, and he himself lives in the east wing of the main hall. This hot spring is in the east wing courtyard, next to a small jasmine tree The tree, at the end of summer at this moment, is when she is in full bloom.The courtyard was filled with the strong fragrance of jasmine, and the silver-haired boy walked into the courtyard with a tray, feeling that he was almost soaked into his chest by this fragrance without hindrance.

"Master, the tea, I put it here." Minghu squatted/body up, put the tray in his hand on the flat stone slab next to the hot spring, narrowed his gaze, and said in a low voice.

"Thank you, Your Highness Minghu," the god judge stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes, and then brushed back the hair that was wet and stuck to his neck and put it back casually, regardless of whether it was covered with dust or not. After hearing the boy's voice, he quickly looked at the person who came, but was a little puzzled by the way the other person lowered his head, "Your Highness?"

This pool of hot springs is not big at all, so the god judge only got up and walked a few steps before approaching the young man who was still at the hot spring, and reached out to hold the other's hand. Seeing that he didn't respond, the god judge asked patiently again: "Your Highness, are you tired?"

The hand held by the man struggled slightly, and the boy felt the heat from the other's palm, and felt that his body also became warmer.He raised his eyes to look at the man, just one glance was enough.

He thought that maybe the inquisitor would never understand how attractive he was to him.

The man's figure was perfectly outlined by the wet clothes, with a well-proportioned and fit body, a handsome face covered with water droplets, and a few strands of water flowed down his neck to his beautifully shaped collarbone.

It's too much a test of self-control, Minghu thought to himself, and then the words written in the book he found in the library this afternoon flashed through his mind.

The so-called how to shoot/hit his heart——

Just let him experience the supreme beauty in this world.

As for what to write next...

Minghu was startled, blinked his eyes, trying to control himself not to recall...especially at this moment.

People on this side endured so much, but they didn't notice it on the other side.

Even after calling twice, there was no response from the boy. The judge squinted his eyes, took the opponent's hand hard, and pulled the defenseless boy into the hot spring. When the boy stabilized slightly and stood in front of him, He held the opponent's cheeks with both hands, feeling that the heat in the hot spring was really an eyesore, and then he took off the opponent's mask, and asked in a deep voice: "Your Highness, but the wound behind you hasn't healed yet?" Yiminghu has always had injuries Not reporting or only reporting minor injuries, the interrogator feels that he should check it himself before he can rest assured.

While thinking, he reached out and began to pick off the other person's coat.I don't know if it's because he was still in shock or for some other reason, but the boy really didn't move at all, and he was told to take off his coat and his underwear, and he almost took off his pants.

"Lord!" The young man who came back to his senses exclaimed in a very rare way, stretched out his hand to grab the hand of the other party who was still trying to take off his underwear, and said in surprise, "This is you?!"

Seeing that the young man finally reacted, the judge raised one eyebrow, his water-blue eyes were full of caution, he looked directly into the golden eyes of the young man, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, have you concealed your injury again?" ? Otherwise, how could you be so distracted!"

"..." As for what Minghu was thinking about Lengshen, it was naturally inconvenient to tell the examiner in detail for various reasons, so at this time, he could only blurt out, "You worry too much, the wound has long been All healed." After a pause, he continued: "It's always tiring and exhausting your mind, Minghu is really sorry."

Hearing this, the black-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to clearly see the emotion in the blue eyes. "Since you said so, then you definitely don't mind if I see how your wound is recovering," said the judge, with a little effort to break away from the young man's hand that was holding him down, and continued with his previous homework.

Minghu didn't stop this time, he knew his master's temperament better than anyone else, and, as long as it was something this person decided, he would most likely not be able to object to it.

Putting the boy's black underclothes by the spring, the judge stretched out his fingers to caress the boy's back that had been wounded.As Minghu said, the wound has healed, but there is still a dark brown scar, which runs diagonally from the shoulder blade of the right shoulder to the left waist.

Facing the young man's scar once again, the examiner lowered his eyelids and narrowed his gaze, but his eyes were fixed on the thin back, but his fingertips did not stop gently stroking the scar.The slightly rough touch from the fingertips kept clamoring in the mind of the examiner.

It was he who didn't protect his boy.

"Your Highness..." The interrogator looked at the young man with his back turned to him in front of him, with infinite pity in his eyes, and paused, but he still mentioned that matter, and the words he said were imperceptibly cautious, "You Will you... blame me for the little fox?"

The God Judge has never forgotten the fox that was born with Minghu, fought with Minghu, and spent spring, summer, autumn and winter with Minghu, and he has never forgotten the fact that the fox is no longer there.Previously, I wanted to discuss this issue with the young man, but I suffered from the lack of timing... If it is now... the mind of the god judge is vague, but somehow feels that this is the time to talk about this matter.

Hearing the words, the young man who was being questioned was taken aback for a moment, the bright red that was all over the ground at that time suddenly flashed across his mind, and he clenched his hands hanging by his sides.How could it be like this... How could the judge ask such words... The young man was extremely angry for a moment, he turned around, the crimson color at the end of his eyes was like a streak of red streamer across the air.

"Master," Minghu took a step forward, slightly raised his gaze and looked at the other party steadily, with the calm before the storm in his tone, "Do you think I will resent you because of the little fox?"

Facing the pair of golden eyes with a fierce look, the interrogator only recognized the silent roaring anger in an instant, his heart froze, and he came back to realize that he had actually asked such a question.Such a stupid question not only questioned the other party's tender heart, but also insulted his noble heart.

The judge straightened his expression and looked directly into the other person's eyes, then stretched out his hand to hold the young man's clenched hands because of his anger, and said softly: "Sorry, Your Highness Minghu, I should never have asked such a question, I beg you , forgive my stupidity and Meng Lang."

Hearing this, the apology in those water-blue eyes was transmitted to the boy's eyes without hindrance. The fire of extreme anger in his heart at that time had already been in these blue eyes that were full of gentle water. Nothing left.

"Lord, I am willing to give up my life for you." After a moment of silence, the silver-haired boy said calmly.The young man whose forehead was wet with moisture looked at the man, and the words he spoke melted thousands of thoughts in his heart.

The god judge took a light breath, of course he understood what kind of determination and firmness there was in this seemingly casual sentence.

"Your Highness...Your Highness," the interrogator took half a step forward and narrowed the distance between the two of them again. He softly called the boy's name, "How should I respond to your heart..." The words that came out had a trailing sound at the end. Sigh slightly.

At such a moment, the book with the pink cover flashed in Minghu's mind by a mysterious coincidence.

When he came back to his senses, the boy had already put his arms around the man's back and brought him into his arms.The slight height difference and the opponent's sudden movement made the judge stagger a step, and almost threw himself into Minghu's arms.

"Dian..." Before the words were finished, the young man snatched his lips and tongue, "Um..."

The spring water was stirred up violently by the actions of the two people, and the hot air floating in the air late at night enveloped the figures of the two people, vaguely, true and false.

"Ha..." When he was finally able to breathe on his own, the black-haired man could no longer operate his nasal cavity smoothly, so he could only open his mouth to breathe heavily.He was still in shock.

Who told me that these knives don't understand anything?Don't you know a lot?

"Lord," Minghu kissed the side of the man's neck carefully, recalling the warmth and softness he touched just now. He kissed everywhere, and leaned closer to the man's ear, and his breath brushed against the ear of the god judge, "If you don't want to..." As soon as the words came out, he suddenly stopped talking.

Even if you don't want to...you can't stop yourself.

The voice deep in his heart clamored to possess the person in front of him, but the reason and loyalty deep in his mind kept resisting it.As long as the judge is unwilling to do something, he will never do it.

"If you don't want to, I will stop." Minghu hugged the other party tightly, and finally spit out this promise.

Feeling the breath coming from his ears, the judge raised the corners of his mouth slightly, softened his eyes, left the boy's embrace, leaned forward in the disappointment that was about to materialize, and gently kissed the corner of the boy's mouth, Looking at the joy in those golden eyes, he whispered: "Your Highness, you never want to do what I don't want to do... But how do you know that I am not in the same mood."

The smiling words not only reached the young man's ears, but also fell into the young man's heart without hindrance.

this person.

This person always does.Gently embrace all of yourself.He embraced Fujishiro's children, but the judge embraced himself.He couldn't imagine that if one day, he would lose such tenderness...

He will first send himself into eternal darkness and will not wake up again.

"Master..." The words were interrupted by the other party's gentle kiss.

"Call me by my name, Your Highness," the black-haired man wrapped his arms around the young man's shoulders, avoiding the scar on Minghu's back, and brought the two of them together. He looked at the pair of eyes that were always crystal clear. , the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, "Call me by name...my name is Shui Mo." The last voice almost disappeared, but he was sure that the young man heard those two words clearly.

As he expected, Minghu received the message without any obstacles, and he knew it just by looking at his shocked eyes.

A name is very important to every ordinary person, but to a spiritual examiner, a name is like a heart to a living person.There is a curse in the name, knowing the name of the God-inspector is like grasping the lifeblood of the God-inspector.At this moment, he told the other party his name without any concealment, that is to say, life and death go hand in hand.

Minghu is clear.

How could he not know.

"Master Shui Mo..." The young man raised his eyes to look at the other party, and gently called out the name, with a tremor at the end.

"Yes, Your Highness," Shui Mo stretched out his hand to stroke Minghu's side face, and rolled his eyes with a smile, "I'm here."

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...The next chapter is meat or not...

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