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

In essence, Qiao Yi is actually a coward.

Faced with this situation, his instinctive reaction was to struggle and flee.

But when the elf's soft golden hair fell down and brushed Qiao Yi's shoulders, Qiao Yi felt that the hair swept over his heart, tickling the hidden devil deep in his heart.

The soft and warm W ignited clusters of scorching flames, as if devouring his soul bit by bit.

"—Lando—"

Qiao Yi's fingers scratched the quilt, and made a sound that Jin Jiang didn't allow.

What responded to him was a lingering and long kiss.

Qiao Yi couldn't help reaching out to grab the elf's wrist, trying to stop the other party from making more and more Jinjiang forbid movements, but the other party held it and pressed it on top of his head.

The mist in his eyes became thicker and thicker, turning into a reddish glow at the end of his eyes, and his soul was lost in a warm swamp.

Lando whispered Qiao Yi's name in a low voice, the boy's hoarse voice turned into intoxicating wine, flowing from the ears to the heart, causing waves of ripples.

Joe just bit his lower lip, not daring to respond.

He was afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would make strange noises.

But obviously Lando didn't think so.

He stroked Qiao Yi's lips with his fingers, and feathery w's landed on the tip of his nose, cheeks, and auricles, then slid from his forehead to the center of his brows, and finally landed on Qiao Yi's tightly closed and trembling eyelids.

"Joe one."

"..."

"look at me."

"……Do not."

"Joe Yi, I almost bit my mouth."

"..."

Qiao Yi pursed his mouth and turned his head away, trying to avoid the almost suffocating warm breath in his ears.

Then his body suddenly became stiff and tense, and he opened his mouth slightly involuntarily, panicked. There was a sound.

"--Well."

Immediately the breath is usurped.

The whole head was steaming like it was about to burn, Joe one responded to Lando's kiss awkwardly, until the sound of breathing overwhelmed all the voices.

Somewhat out of breath, Qiao Yi raised his head slightly.

Taking advantage of the slight relaxation of Lando's hand, which was pressing on his wrist, he pulled it out, intending to push Lando's shoulder, but when it touched the warm skin of the opponent, he withdrew it abruptly like an electric shock, not knowing what to do. He shook hands calmly.

The lips that entangled him finally moved away, brushing against Qiao Yi's chin.

Lando looked at Qiao Yi, curled up his lips and gave a low smile, as if he was very happy.

As soon as Joe bit his cheek, his originally light-colored lips turned red, and his moist eyes gave Lando a harmless glance.

Then he hugged Lando's shoulder, and bit Lando's shoulder as if venting his anger.

The morning sun shines through the cracks in the curtains and spills on the bed through the bright glass windows.

Lando, who was against the light, leaned against the light, even the tiny hairs on his face were covered with gold.

As soon as Qiao looked at the young man who was as delicate as a porcelain doll in front of him, he was a little lost for a while.

But the next second

"Boom-bang-bang-bang-"

"Master—Master got up—"

"Here's a letter from the little king of the South—the courier is at the docks—"

Dean, who was in the voice-changing period, slapped his drake voice and slammed the door, scaring away a few tits sitting on the window sill, and instantly shattered the charming atmosphere in the room.

Joe, who realized what just happened, instantly seemed to have 12 steam engines installed in his head, roaring and steaming his entire head.

"--knew!"

Qiao Yi responded in a panic, and casually touched the clothes that had been thrown aside in a ball, trying to push away Lando, who was starting to feel resentful and black, put on the clothes and went downstairs, but was caught by Lando with one hand On the bed, he was gnawed again while struggling, leaving a shallow bite mark on the side of his neck before he was let go.

After dressing and washing as quickly as possible, Joe, who was about to go downstairs, looked at Lando who was sitting on the sofa with his knees hugged, looking extremely aggrieved, couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"..."

Lando looked over faintly.

"...cough. I'll go to receive the messenger first."

Qiao Yi tidied up his collar, opened the door and stepped out with one foot. After thinking for a while, he turned back, leaned on the door frame and faced Lando, and said with a smile, "What are you having for breakfast this morning? Little yellow duck sweet bean buns or children's caps Meal set? Do you want sweetened hot milk?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lando to reply, he closed the door with a "bang" and slipped away as if to escape.

Lando pursed his lips and looked at the silver-inlaid door panel of white beech wood for a long while. After all, he resisted the urge to arrest Joe and tidy up. He rubbed his brows, sighed, and got up to tidy up the messy bed and room.

Some heavy curtains were pulled open, and the golden sunlight instantly filled the whole room.

Lando lowered his eyes slightly due to the glare of the sun, and his gaze paused on the window sill.

The window was closed before going to bed last night, he remembered it clearly.

Now, however, there was a palm-width gap between the two windows.

Between the gaps, there is a light feather, which looks like the feathers of some kind of white finch, with golden streamers floating on it.

As soon as Lando stretched out his hand, the light quickly gathered from the feathers and climbed onto Lando's fingertips.

In a daze, Lando once again saw a huge snow-covered forest, and everything was silent in the endless frozen night.

In the valley at the end of the jungle, the dead giant tree is silent in the ice and snow, the white cat is curled up on the gnarled tree root, its fluffy tail is shaking slightly...

When he came back to his senses again, time seemed to have passed for a long time.

The feathers had already fallen from the fingertips, hanging tremblingly on the edge of the window sill.

A gust of wind blows, the feathers flutter down, and the streamer on the fingertips also scatters and disappears.

Lando looked at the remaining warm fingertips that seemed to still have a warm stream of light, then raised his head, opened the window, and faced the autumn morning breeze to the north and looked towards the Great Snow Mountain hidden in the mist.

Not only the holy city of Stuart is buried in that deserted frozen Jedi, but also the clan land where the Jalan Nord elves once lived for thousands of years.

The tree of life in Baixi Valley began to wither gradually a hundred years ago, and it was not until Lando came that it failed to wither directly on that snowy night more than ten years ago.

But now, it can only last less than 100 years at most.

The withering of the mother tree caused the oldest and most powerful Jalan Nord elves on this continent to lose almost all of their magical power. If even the sub-trees in the White River Valley died, what should they do?

……

Qiao Yi didn't like this arrogant messenger who looked like a monkey cheek.

His peaked hat, studded with gray feathers, when worn on his too slender head, would have given him the appearance of a golden pheasant.

What's more, the color of this hat is earthy green with a brownish tinge.

Before the storm collar's old pier began to undergo large-scale repairs, the manor suffered a catastrophe, so the plan to build a brand new pier was temporarily put on hold, and it was not until recently that production slowly resumed that the plan was restarted.

So at this time, the wharf was piled up with bricks, stones and wood in a mess, and there were shirtless workers working everywhere.

There is a serious shortage of labor in Stormland, and almost all of them are invested in the construction of various factories and new manors. These people are all hired from the nearest city of Karnas.

It had just rained and muddy water had accumulated on the ground. Manlu, the messenger, with his beard twitched and obvious disgust on his face, tiptoed carefully to avoid the passing workers and moved forward slowly.

It seems that the ground is not muddy water, but the excrement of animals and livestock, and what comes and goes is not hard-working workers, but dirty animals.

When a worker pushed a cart of green bricks and passed in front of him, he even pinched his nose and spat at the worker's feet: "Bah! Stay away from me! It stinks!"

Workers ignored it.

Back when he was pulling fibers at the wharf in Kanas to make a living, he was treated much worse than this, and he was used to it.He only cares about how many carts of bricks he can pull today, how many silver coins he can get, and whether he can buy his daughter a red dress she likes.

The wages paid by the storm collar are very sufficient, and the food is also full.

Even though the migrant workers can only sleep in temporary shacks near the pier due to the flood, it is already a good thing for him to have a full stomach and earn money at the same time. something happened.

They are already very satisfied.

When Joe Yi arrived late, the messenger Manlu was getting impatient, and was yelling at a worker who accidentally rubbed the plaster in the cart on the corner of his clothes, using extremely mean and ugly words.

It wasn't until he saw Qiao Yi and his group coming that Man Lu stopped cursing, looked at Qiao Yi with his chin up and his nostrils: "Are you Stuart Joey? Where's your father?"

Qiao Yi was caught by his gaze and wanted to punch this damn "Royal Messenger" in the head, but as a nobleman, he couldn't be so rude.

So Joe turned his head to one side and whispered something to the crow cloud squatting on Dean's shoulder behind him, and then turned around and said: "Father passed away in the winter a few years ago. Now I am the lord here .”

"Oh. Sorry." Manlu said perfunctorily, then shook the thin parchment paper with a "crash", and saluted to the south with one hand on his shoulder, and said loudly with a voice like a rooster: "I represent the God of Light Porter's Great King of the South, Holy Norman Emperor, Supreme Judge King Andrew, to Duke Stuart the Subject - Stuart Joy."

Qiao turned his body to one side and touched his shoulder perfunctorily, his mind was full of the messenger in front of him wearing eunuch's clothes and reciting the imperial edict.

——It has an internal taste.

Joe couldn't hold back and grinned.

The content of the letter was stinky and long, and it was nothing more than a tribute to the great Norman king, and hoped that the Stuart family, who could still retain the title of nobility because of the king's "lenient", would be grateful to the kingdom.

This is the case every year, and even Dean is almost able to recite it.

The key content is only one sentence, which is to ask the current lord to participate in the grand court meeting held in the capital on November [-].

——The Grand Court Meeting, which was originally held around October every year, finally arrived late this year in early November.

After reading the "imperial decree", the noble royal messenger seemed unwilling to stay here for a long time. Hearing that the place was flooded a while ago, he also stopped thinking about going to the lord's castle to sit and spend some money - not to mention the poor and famous storm Get a fart of oil and water.

As for the Northern Forest that was parked at the pier, it was taken for granted that it was owned by the elves because of its strong elf style. It is recognized in the mainland that elves are rich.

Manlu had to deliver letters to other territories, so he was too lazy to waste time here.

No one noticed when the crow cloud flew away, except Qiao Yi.

Behind the cliff on the other side of the bay, there is a group of crows led by clouds, and the cat is ready to go on the mountain wall.

On this side, Qiao Yigang showed a standard smirk with his eight fine white teeth, and watched the messenger board the ship. On the other side, Lando led Huiyue, who hadn't come out for a long time, over.

Xiaofei still remembered the fear of being held by Huiyue for more than ten miles, all the way back to Baixi Valley. When he saw the white fluffy dog, he shrank his head and flopped and crawled on Qiao Yi's shoulder.

However, it is no longer the cutie it used to be.

Xiao Fei, who has grown up by more than three laps, is already heavy on his shoulders.

So he was grabbed by the back of the neck by Qiao Yi and lifted him up: "Get down, I'm dead again."

When Gouzi saw the plump chicken, his eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed towards him wagging his tail and tongue.

The fat chicken stared, flapped its wings and ran away screaming "cuckoo".

For a time, chickens and dogs jumped.

Qiao Yi let the two little guys play around, Hui Yue would not hurt Xiao Fei.

Not to mention that this guy really needs to lose weight.

Seeing Lando approaching, Joe grabbed Lando's hand and ran up the hill, smiling innocently like an innocent fox: "Let's go, I'll take you to watch the excitement."

Counting the time, the ship of the honorable messenger is about to pass by that cliff, right?

The author has something to say: [Updated last night, I woke up in the morning and found that it was locked, so I modified it.I understand everything, alas. 】Daily Mouth:

When my mind is full of socks,

My friend has been talking about food with a small mouth,

Talking about crayfish big plate chicken braised pork ribs sweet and sour fish,

So I opened my mouth and wanted to say that buying socks turned into: "I want to eat socks."

friend:"……"

Friend: "Then I treat you to eat socks?"

I:"……"

Me: "If you don't look good, don't eat it."

The friend was silent for a long time.

Then he said, "You're a picky eater."