[Net King] Throwing down His Highness

Tezuka was uneasy, but he didn't dare to look at Atobe's expression carefully, he just stretched out two slender and clean fingers, flipping the pages of the book with a gentle voice, with a hint of laziness. "It's okay, I will find the next volume for you later."

Atobe's tone could not be heard, and Tezuka finally heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Atobe casually threw the book back on the table, and asked again: "What else do you like, my uncle will accompany you to relieve boredom, huh?"

"Ah? Your Highness... don't worry about it." He knew that Atobu was very busy, so how dare he let him accompany him to relieve boredom, even though he was secretly looking forward to it...

"But looking at you like this, you don't look like an interesting person." Atobe looked around in the study with his hands behind his back, "What are you playing? Go for a walk, you seem to have no energy..."

The auditory department made fun of him for being flirtatious, Tezuka opened his lips, as if he wanted to defend himself, but in the end, his cheeks just warmed up, and he lowered his head embarrassingly.

"Forget it, let's play a game of chess with my uncle?" Atobe took the Go box from Toboge, put it on the table with a chessboard, and pushed one of them to Tezuka.

He is very interested in books such as military strategies, and seems to be very familiar with playing Go. Tezuka opened the box, grabbed a handful of white jade chess pieces, and let them slip through his fingers one by one. It is the voice of some kind of revelation from the depths of the sealed memory.

"Well, let me try..."

Atobe picked up a black jade chess piece, casually put it on the chessboard, and started the game casually.

In the beginning, both of them moved very quickly. Their slender fingers, soft sleeves, and the crystal Go chess set off each other, making them very beautiful. Coupled with Tezuka's reserved and quiet face, and Atobe's lazy and willful smile, they are really elegant Like poetry, beautiful and picturesque.

However, after only about a cup of tea, the movements of the two of them slowed down, Atobu sat up straight with his crooked upper body, Tezuka's jade-colored cheeks tightened, and there was a serious look in the center of his brows and eyes. color.

The golden-red sunset light came in from the window, spreading warmly on the chessboard, but what Atobe and Tezuka could feel was a sense of killing, and those criss-crossing black and white pieces seemed to have turned into Soldiers, horses, and swords entangled and fought for a corner of the territory, and rushed to kill in blood.

Atobu held the chess piece between two fingers, hanging above the chessboard, as if a heavy weight was hanging down, but he trembled faintly, and with a slap, it fell heavily, while his palm was still on the chessboard, and it took a while for him to relax. When I mentioned it, it seemed that I still had a little hesitation about the difficult decision I had made.

"It's your turn." Atobe's voice was calm, but there was a chill, like cold water slipping over the blade.

Tezuka rolled the chess piece into his palm, held it tightly, and stared at the chessboard with a deep frown, and could even hear his heavy breathing.

After a long time, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to make a move, but a bean-sized bead of sweat slid from his hairline, across his forehead and cheek, stayed on his chin for a while, and finally dripped onto the chessboard , and his body swayed accordingly.

Atobe stood up suddenly, swung his sleeves across the table, and the chess game became chaotic.

"Forget it, let's go here." Atobe looked down at Tezuka coldly.

"No, aren't you going?" Tezuka was taken aback for a moment, then his shoulders relaxed, and he half-slumped on the table in a state of embarrassment.

The chess piece in the palm fell, rolled half a circle, and finally stopped at Atobe's feet.

Atobe walked to Tezuka's side and stroked his hand, the palm was covered with cool sweat.

"It's just playing chess, why are you working so hard?"

"I, I don't know, I can't express this feeling..."

The corner of Atobu's lips twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile that seemed to be clear, but also seemed to be sarcastic, and slapped Tezuka's shoulder, "Hmph, even if this is the case, you are still worthy of being my opponent."

Tezuka was at a loss, the temperature from Atobe's hand was still gentle and steady, but there was something in those clear but bottomless eyes that made him inexplicably startled.

At this time, I heard the servant outside the door asking respectfully, "His Royal Highness, can I set the meal?"

"Come on." Atobe sat back across from Tezuka again, picked up the chess pieces one by one into the chess box, and resumed his relaxed and lazy attitude, "Let's have dinner with me, do you need someone to feed you? "

"..." Tezuka also wanted to laugh a little bit, the heavy pressure in his heart finally dissipated most of it.

The servants quickly moved away from the chess table, and the food was placed on the table like flowing water.

Atobe invited Tezuka to sit on the floor across from him. Although the dishes were not rich, each dish was exquisite and full of color and aroma. Even a pot of sake was already fragrant before pouring it out.

In front of Tezuka, who was still healing and recuperating, there was only a bowl of porridge and two small dishes of stir-fried side dishes.

Atobe did it himself, poured half a glass of sake, and gave a respect to Tezuka, "You can't drink now, but I believe that your alcohol capacity must be very good. When you recover, let's have a drink."

After speaking, he raised his sleeves and raised his arms, raised his neck and drank it in one gulp, with indescribable elegance and pride.

Tezuka's heart skipped a beat, how does he know that I drink well?

However, maybe I really have a capacity for alcohol, just looking at him drinking, I feel very interested...

During the more than half an hour spent with Atobe, Tezuka seemed to have a lot more "knowledge" about himself.

I like military strategies, and I am no stranger to marching and fighting. Even when playing with the Atobe chessboard, thousands of troops and horses can appear in my mind.

Can drink, but seems to like to drink in moderation.

What concerned him the most was that His Highness Atobu should take good care of himself, but what happened to the faint sense of confrontation between him and him? Is it just his own illusion?

"Why don't you eat?" Atobe stretched out his chopsticks and tapped on the edge of Tezuka's bowl, "I don't have the strength? How about I feed you personally?"

"Your Highness was joking..." Tezuka quickly collected his thoughts and lowered his head to eat.

After the meal, the medical officer asked for instructions outside the door again, saying that he wanted to examine Tezuka's injuries and change his medicine.

Atobe agreed, and sat down on the teacher's chair by the window, leisurely watching the medical officer and the maid busy.

The maid prepared hot water, scissors, and clean cloth, and Atobe waved her hand, and they closed the door and exited.

"Please take off your clothes." The medical officer gestured to Tezuka.

"It's work."

Just as Tezuka took off his belt, he suddenly realized that Atobu was tilted in the chair, supported his cheeks with his elbows and fingers, and looked at himself with a half-smile, and he hesitated in his movements.

In the past few days on the road, he undressed and changed his dressing in front of Atobe and Guanyue every day, and he didn't think there was anything wrong, but after bumping into Atobe's good deeds just now, after witnessing the glamorous scene, he seemed to suddenly feel a little what's up...

"Tezuka-kun, please take off your clothes, so that I can examine your injury." Seeing Tezuka's ecstasy, the medical officer urged him again.

"Ah, yes." Tezuka quickly lowered his head, hid his slightly hot cheeks, turned around slightly, and quickly removed his shirt.

Tezuka sat down facing Atobe, and the medical officer carefully removed the bandages for him. The two big wounds on his chest and shoulders had been healed, and the dark red slightly protruding blood scabs were still shocking to look at.

The medical officer lowered his head to check carefully, and said to Tezuka with a smile: "Tezuka-kun was physically strong before, and the wound has recovered very well, and there is no serious problem."

Atobe squinted his eyes, his eyes swept back and forth over Tezuka's naked upper body.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now it seems that his figure is really good, his skin is smooth and dense, his muscles are well-built, and he has a strange and flexible sense of strength.

In addition to more than a dozen new wounds, large and small, there are also some old wounds of various shades and sizes. This guy looks gentle on the outside, and he is also a ruthless character just because of this injury.

He said he came back from the Ming Dynasty, did he have any thrilling experiences before?

Atobe was happy to see it, but Tezuka felt a thorn in his back.

At first, he could still act as if nothing had happened, but as Atobu's eyes became more and more presumptuous, his cheeks became hotter and hotter, and the roots of his ears began to spread, down his neck, and finally even his chest was stained with a thin layer. Thin flush.

This is not the most embarrassing thing, knowing that Atobe stares at him again, not only the skin is sensitive as if the pores are open, countless bugs are crawling over, even the lower abdomen is extremely restless from time to time, and there is a tendency to look up trend……

"Hey, Tezuka-kun, why are you sweating all over, is there something uncomfortable?" The medical officer found something wrong and asked with concern.

"No, no, it's nothing..." Not only was he sweating, but Tezuka's throat was hot, and he was about to be speechless.

It was so easy for the medical officer to clean his wound, change the medicine and wrap it up again, Tezuka hurriedly covered his clothes, already flustered, only heard a sneer from behind his back.

The medical officer made a brief confession, then bowed to Atobe and bid farewell. After the maid packed up the things, only Atobe and Tezuka were left in the room.

"It seems that you will recover in a few days?"

"It's all thanks to His Highness's care..."

"Have you ever thought about where you're going and what you're going to do after you're done?"

"this?"

Tezuka was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, twitching the corners of his mouth helplessly, his faint smile revealing a sense of desolation.

In the past few days, he has been struggling to find his lost memories, but he has not thought about the future. When he was suddenly asked by Atobe, he was indeed at a loss.

The world is vast, but where is one's own home?And after the injury is healed, there is no reason to stay here...

Seeing that Tezuka was silent for a long time, Atobe couldn't help teasing him again, "Do you like Hyotei?"

Tezuka didn't understand what he meant, and didn't answer for a while, just looked at Atobe blankly.

"Hey, if you think this place is good, why don't you stay?" Atobe walked up to Tezuka, and slowly pressed his face against his face, so close that he could see his own reflection in his eyes, laughing in his mouth, "Since you also think that my uncle treats you well, how about being a little wife for me?"

Tezuka was struck by lightning, dumbfounded, with his mouth half-opened but no words came out.

Atobe admired his wonderful expression for a while, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Forget it, it would be a pity if a person like you only drinks and plays chess with me all day long!"

Without giving Tezuka any time to react, Atobe laughed and went out.

Although he was still immersed in the strong shock, and although Atobe's wanton laughter was in his ears, Tezuka could feel that his approaching eyes not only did not mean the slightest joke, but were like swords stirring, bursting out cold glow.