Generals and Puppet Emperors

I woke up refreshed, in a new bathrobe, and in bed.

Except for a dull pain in my head, there is nothing to prove that I drank too much wine yesterday.

I seldom drink alcohol, but my drinking capacity is definitely more than that. Why am I really drunk? After much deliberation, the reason is linked to the hot spring.

Before, I was looking forward to waking up sooner than Aman, to see if her sleeping position is still the same as when she was a child, like a lazy cat, curled up, with a peaceful expression.Now there was nothing beside the pillow, except for a half-dangling, precarious pillow beside the bed, and the depression in the bed proved that someone had slept there.

I touched the bed next to me, it was cold, there was a breathable window right in front of me, I looked through the window, and found that the sky was already bright, it was getting late, and I don't know how long Aman got up.

I massaged my temples, wanting to relieve the soreness, the breath in my mouth turned into a white mist and slowly dispersed.Aman came in, holding a wooden basin in her hand, with a wet towel inside, and hot water shaking inside.When she saw me standing up, something seemed to flash in her eyes, but the light disappeared so quickly that even I didn't notice anything.

Aman walked in my direction, her steps were steady and gentle, and her steps were very upright. She frowned slightly, lowered her body, and put the wet towel on my face. I caught the towel and put it on my face After smearing it a few times, it really wakes up a lot.

Aman sat on the edge of the bed, and she looked at me quietly, but her brows kept frowning.

Just when I thought she would remain silent, she suddenly spoke, her voice a little stiff.

"……you're drunk."

"...I know." I sighed, and soaked the towel in the water again, "I didn't drink so badly before, the hot spring water probably catalyzed the effect of the wine on me, next time, I will pay attention of."

Although I said so, I knew that this was probably not the intention of Aman to ask me the question. Her tone was blunt, and there seemed to be something in it.

"...you are crying." Aman's complexion became uneasy, she lowered her head, covering her expression, so that I could only see her ears and a strand of hair hanging down, she now The look on her face was what I guessed from her tone of voice.

"...That's right. My heart is also like a mess. I vaguely realized what happened after I was drunk last night...It's just because I thought of the person I used to be, so I engraved a blurred and blurred memory in my heart. With a clear impression, even after sobering up, there still seems to be a tinge of pain deep in my heart, "Then maybe the hot spring water splashed on my face? "

There are mixed feelings in my heart, but I still don't want Aman to see it.

Her attitude was unexpectedly firm this time, or rather stubborn.

She repeated "You are crying" stubbornly, and as if she was looking for evidence for what she said, she added, "I read it right."

"Okay," I replied helplessly.

It's good that Aman cares about me, but I don't want to show my vulnerable side in front of Aman—I always show her the best side. I didn't expect this time to be drunk, but I have worked hard to build it up. The fort was destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Why are you reading poems to me?" Aman finally put away her bad expression, raised her face, and approached me, "You read a poem depicting a goddess."

Her raised neck is like a swan's neck, dazzlingly white, and the eyes she looked at me were also shining, as if they contained the dazzling brilliance of obsidian.

I feel like a thunderbolt.

I naturally know what the content of the poem is.

That is the most familiar one of the poems I know