Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

Joe has never been very good at things like drinking.

But looking at the soft eyes of the elf in the night, and the ruby-like wine flowing in the glass glass held by the white fingertips, Qiao Yi finally took it.

Every year after the festival of the elves, a small amount of wine will flow out, which becomes a treasure that the southern nobles compete for.

Although there are elves of other races in the southern forest, when it comes to the quality of sweet red wine alone, the sweet red called "Moonlight" produced by the Jalan Nord elves is the most precious.

At least in Qiao Yi's view, he made a profit after drinking this glass of wine.

——After all, even if you use the half-year tax paid by the storm last year, you may not be able to afford a bottle of "Moonshine".

The night wind blows through the canopy, bringing the freshness of the forest and the scent of flowers to the surface.

Qiao Yi put one hand on the wooden floor, leaned back, and looked at the night sky.

He tried to find the seven familiar stars in the galaxy.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find it.

Qiao Yi doesn't know much about red wine, he just feels that the red wine in his mouth enters his throat, it is slightly cool, slightly sweet, and somewhat sour, smooth and soft, with a rich fruity aroma.

—exactly like this guy sitting next to him.

"Hello, Lancaster."

Joe touched the elf beside him with his elbow.

"?"

The elf turned to look at him, his blue eyes reflected the stars and Qiao Yi's shadow.

"Are we friends?" Joe raised his glass and said with a smile.

"..."

Lancaster looked into Qiao Yi's eyes, then turned his head and looked at the sky, then took a sip of red wine, nodded slightly: "Yes."

Oh my friend.

The elves in the White Stream Valley respect him like a god, and no elves have ever wanted to be friends with him.

"Is this your residence?" Qiao Yi asked, "It looks good."

"No." Lancaster shook his head: "It's just that when I was a child... I would come here often."

"You planted these flowers?"

"Ah."

"Very fragrant and beautiful." As soon as Joe looked into Lancaster's eyes, he didn't know whether he was praising the flowers or something else.

"……thanks."

Lancas opened his eyes especially, touched a donut and bit it in his mouth.

Strange, it seems to be sweeter than the one I ate outside just now.

Perhaps the quiet night and the breeze with the fragrance of flowers seem to have a magical power, or the Lancaster's wine is too intoxicating, some Joe stretched his waist and naturally leaned against Lancaster's. shoulders.

Then he felt the elf's momentary muscle stiffness.

"Hey, Genie. Let me tell you a secret."

Joe leaned his head over Lancaster's shoulder, and put his mouth against Lancaster's ear.

As if his ears were reddened by the sudden heat, Lancaster didn't look at Qiao Yi, just took a sip of the red wine while pinching the glass, his Adam's apple rolled: "What?"

Qiao Yi's fingers crossed the night sky and pointed to a certain place, and his head rubbed against Lancaster's neck.

He pulled the corners of his lips, and said in a joking but serious tone: "Actually, I'm from that star."

Lancaster: "..."

"Ha, I lied to you." Joe laughed and then stopped slowly.

He looked at the deep space, and said softly:

"...I miss my father."

They're on Earth... okay?

Is my sister naughty?

Is mom still suffering from migraines?

The fat orange called Sanhua downstairs in the apartment should have been born...

A hand touched Qiao Yi's head and rubbed it.

"If you touch your head, it won't grow taller." Qiao Yi took the hand off the top of his head: "I'm not a child."

"Okay." Lancaster nodded, touched again, and messed up Qiao Yi's hair.

Joe had to cover his messy hair with one hand, and pulled Lancaster's hand away with the other hand, scolding with a smile: "You are enough. Childish."

The two pairs of smiling eyes collided with each other, seeing their own reflection in the other's eyes.

"..."

Both of them stopped moving.

The night is the protective color of the ambiguous atmosphere, as if even the breeze is shaking the branches and leaves to sing for this moment.

Joe swore he had never seen such eyes.

When he is not smiling, he is a stream of frost, but when he smiles, he can instantly turn into a pool of sparkling autumn water, and the shimmering light almost makes the rabbit in his heart knock out of his chest.

He could clearly see his own reflection in those eyes, he could clearly see the jade porcelain-like delicate skin on the other person's face, and even... the overly rosy lips that had been soaked in red wine.

I wonder if it will be as sweet and sweet as his wine?

"Dingling-"

The wind suddenly picked up, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves rang softly.

"Ah, it's getting late."

Qiao Yi quickly turned his head, suppressed his beating heartbeat, and felt his ears were burning hot: "I should go back."

"I send you."

Lancaster stood up, turned around, and saw Joe sitting on the spot, stretched out a hand to him, and smiled: "Pull me up. My leg is numb."

"..."

When I came down from the tree, it was already the top of the moon.

Joe looked back at the stairs stretching up from the roots of the tree, hidden in the canopy, and then at Lancaster walking ahead.

He has reason to suspect that this guy did it on purpose when he took him up.

Obviously there are stairs to walk!

"what happened?"

The elf turned his head, and behind him were clusters of flowers and fireflies dancing.

Qiao Yi blushed and turned his head: ...Forget it, forget it.

The journey back to the manor was not short, so they chose to ride horses.

But when Joe sat on the back of the beautiful Akhaltekin horse, his whole mind seemed to be thrown into a steam cage and steamed.

For no other reason.

Because behind him sat the elf.

The kind of contact that hugs the elf because of fear of heights and the current hug from behind are two different things.

The body temperature from behind, the warm breath sprayed on the neck, and the hands on the waist for fear that he would fall...

All this made Joe's head as noisy and hot as ten thousand steam engines.

This state continued until they reached the castle, and even the wind while running couldn't blow away the scorching heat from Joe's ears.

As soon as Joe jumped down, he tried to keep his expression as natural as possible: "Come back and be safe. Lancaster."

The elf nodded, pulled the rein and turned around, but stopped as if remembering something.

He turned around and jumped down, walked up to Qiao Yi, looked into Qiao Yi's eyes, and said seriously, "Call me Lando."

Joe blinked: "Lando?"

"Lando."

"Okay. Lando." Joe bent his eyes and looked into the beautiful eyes of the elf: "Then, good night, Lando."

The elf stretched out his arms to hug Qiao Yi, and gently touched Qiao Yi's forehead with his lips: "Good night... Qiao Yi."

The moist and slightly cool touch made Qiao Yi's eyes widen, and his brain froze instantly.

What are you doing? ? ! !

...so bald? ? ?

On the other hand, the elf on the other side blushed, clenched his hand into a fist against his lips and coughed softly, avoiding Qiao Yi's eyes and wandering around: "It's just...a etiquette among friends."

Joe One: ...

……is that so?

Why are you blushing? ?

……

A night without dreams.

Qiao Yi, who had returned to the storm collar, fell into a deep sleep under the influence of alcohol, and did not open his eyes until the sun was high.

Then he sat on the bed and thought about life for 2 minutes.

...I always feel like I forgot something last night?I can't remember...

The sewing machine blueprint lying in the inner pocket of the clothes: cried out.

Half of a charred twig:  …

And Qiao Yi stretched his waist and opened the curtains.

The bright sun poured down.

As soon as Joe stood in front of the window, he felt happy as he watched the citizens in the manor getting busy.

Another beautiful day!

less than half an hour

"My lord! My lord! It's not good! The factory...the factory is on fire!"

Joe One: ...

? ? ? ? ?

! 'tired…

And when Joe arrived, the fire had been brought under control.

"Is anyone injured?!"

Joe, who ran all the way over, couldn't catch his breath. The first sentence he said was to ask about the casualties.

"No, no." Petunia shook her head, her face was dusty.

She handed Joe a glass of water: "No one was injured, don't worry. It just set fire to half of the raw material warehouse, and burned some wool and cloth."

"Thanks to Ye Zi who arrived in time and put out the fire."

"Huh." Qiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that no one is injured. Tell the employees that they don't have to go to work for a few days, and go home to rest for a few days. The salary will be paid as usual."

"Okay, my lord."

Petunia turned and left. Qiao looked at Ye Zi and solemnly thanked her: "Thank you, Ye Zi."

Ye Zi, who was tired from diverting water to put out the fire, lay on top of Xiaofei's head, blushing and waving her little hands: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm also a member of Storm Leader, this is what I should do."

"Anyway, you saved everyone." Qiao rubbed Ye Zi's head: "Thank you very much."

"Hey." Ye Zi patted the back of her head embarrassedly: "I'm very happy to be able to help everyone."

Qiao Yi smiled: "What do you want to eat? For the next ten days, I will follow your orders."

"Really?!" Ye Zi's eyes widened in surprise, and she snapped her fingers: "...Well, let me think about it."

"What's the cause of the fire? Have you found it?" Joe turned around and looked at Susan who was in charge of the warehouse.

"Not yet." Susan blushed and shook her head, tears rolling in her eyes: "I'm sorry, my lord. This is my negligence."

She swears that everyone in the factory is strictly obeying the order of prohibiting open flames, and no one is ignorant of the seriousness.

However, the fire in the warehouse is an indisputable fact.

If there were real casualties, she thought she would break down with guilt.

"It's okay. It's good that no one was hurt."

Qiao Yi shook his head, walked towards the warehouse that was still emitting smoke, and his eyes fell on the still intact door frame.

On the wooden door frame, a scorched black mark suddenly appeared.

Joe was taken aback for a moment, then turned and ran back to the castle, opened the kitchen door, and stood in front of the cupboard.

On the counter of the cabinet, there was a scorching mark about the size of the warehouse door frame—it was left when the dried tofu was stolen last time.

Thinking of the flames of fleeing in a hurry that day, Qiao Yi frowned.