After Pluto snatches the marriage successfully

Narcissus had another peaceful morning.

He woke up from his sleep, lifted the quilt, and stretched himself, just like every morning he had in Enna, except that there was no sunlight shining into his window lattice, and there was no puppy Theodore sleeping beside him.

This comfortable and comfortable feeling made him almost have the illusion, as if Hades, the Hades, hadn't returned from the God Realm yet.

After all, in the first two nights before he was brought to the underworld, Hades, the king of the underworld, would stay by his bedside with official documents, and when he woke up from his sleep, he still continued to review them.He was silent, quiet, and as cold as a painting in the dormitory, an unflattering painting that insisted on hanging on the wall.

Narcissus really hoped that the painting had been removed for a long time.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

Eunice's cheerful voice came in through the door of the dormitory: "Good morning, Your Highness Empress Dowager, please allow me to wake you up!"

Narcissus does not need this kind of service. He emphasized it to Eunice several times, but Eunice always felt that she should take on this responsibility as a maid. role-playing with great enthusiasm.Narcissus could not resist her shining eyes.

Narcissus had changed the robe himself, and Eunice helped him put on the ornamental armbands and adjusted the golden sash for him.

Taking a few steps back, Eunice scrutinized Narcissus's appearance, and sincerely praised: "Your Highness the Empress of the Underworld, you really look good in anything you wear!"

Narcissus was born with outstanding looks, he had long been used to being praised, and he didn't take it to heart.

Eunice smiled with her teeth not straight, and the freckles on her face were lively. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Thanks to you, Mingta made delicious pastries again today. Let's hurry to the restaurant!"

While speaking, Eunice reached out for Narcissus.Before touching the corner of Narcissus's clothes, he suddenly remembered the instructions of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and quietly put down his hands, pretending to be well-behaved.

Narcissus quite liked her character, innocent, lively, and a rare bright color in the underworld.

The two were about to leave the dormitory when Mingta hurried in.

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness, His Majesty Hades is back!"

Mingta has a calm personality, rarely flustered, but at this moment, there is eagerness in his words, and an indescribable joy.

When Eunice heard this, she was also infected by her joy, and jumped up happily: "Great, great, His Majesty Hades is back! Your Highness, Your Highness, your thoughts will indeed echo!"

Narcissus twitched his mouth when he heard this.

He did hear back, throwing all his preparations into ruin.

Hearing what Eunice said, not only Narcissus looked weary, but Mingta also showed hesitation: "...Actually, I heard that His Majesty Pluto came back last night. He went to Tarta Rose's prison, the dedicated soldiers saw him. Didn't he come back to the Temple of Hades? Her Highness the Queen of Hades doesn't seem to know."

Eunice was stunned: "How could it be?!"

Doesn't His Majesty the Hades like the Queen of the Hades very much?

They have only been married for a few days!

Her Highness the Empress of Hades misses Pluto so much, doesn't Pluto feel the same way?

Mingta lowered his eyes in frustration, as if he was feeling sorry for Narcissus: "After all, His Majesty Pluto is the son of Cronus, maybe the son of Cronus who is in charge of power has the same problem!"

What's wrong?

Greedy and lustful like God King Zeus and Sea King Poseidon?

Or do you like the novelty of pursuing love like them?

It's only been two days, and His Royal Highness is "not fresh" anymore?

Eunice refused to accept Mingta's inference, and Narcissus was more like a bystander: "Pluto thinks about all beings in the underworld and devotes himself to official affairs. You should support him instead of talking about his private affairs." It is best not to mention him before him.

When Narcissus thought of the male god with a cold face, he couldn't help but recall the kiss at night.

Hot, chaotic, and breathless.

His lips are still not fully swollen.

Thinking of this, Narcissus couldn't help frowning.

When Mingta looked up, he saw Narcissus frowning.He is undoubtedly good-looking. Every part of his facial features seems to be exquisitely bestowed by the gods, and it seems to have been carefully sculpted by Hephaestus, the forging god. The arrangement of eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are all just right.Even the slightly wrinkled eyebrows look like the surface of a lake wrinkled by the wind, refreshing. "I shouldn't have said this," Mingta felt annoyed at the bad news she had brought, she knew she was slipping, and tried to change the subject: "His Royal Highness, do you want to eat now? I have already prepared it for you pastry."

Narcissus was actually not affected at all, and was even in a better mood because he didn't see Hades in the morning.He nodded slightly, with a little light in his eyes: "I'm looking forward to it. Let's go."

Mingta led the way in front and wanted to take Narcissus out of the bedroom.

Eunice was about to follow, and she glanced casually, causing her to exclaim, "Ah, why is there a bunch of flowers here?"

Mingta looked around, and saw Eunice pointing to the bedside cabinet, where there was a bunch of daffodils with pure white flowers and bright yellow stamens.In the underworld where the light is not bright, the bouquet of narcissus seems to be some kind of strange thing with a wrong style of painting. It has an incompatible taste, but because it is rare, it is particularly attractive.

Mingta's gaze was fixed on the bouquet of daffodils, somewhat lost in thought.

She listened to the question and answer between Eunice and Narcissus, her voice fluctuated, as if in a dream:

"Your Highness, what kind of flower is that?"

"Narcissus."

"Did you pick this flower? I've never seen it in the underworld!"

"No, I haven't seen this kind of flower in the underworld either."

Narcissus didn't seem to be surprised, his expression was indifferent, and his voice was also indifferent.

In his eyes, what others desire is just so dismissive?

Mingta lowered his eyes, hiding the complexity in his eyes.

"Isn't this flower from the underworld?" Eunice was still wondering, she thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized: "I know! This is picked by His Majesty Pluto from the world for you, Your Highness, His Majesty Pluto came here last night. I brought you flowers!"

What a touching love, Eunice felt like she could believe in love again!

In fact, without Eunice's reminder, Narcissus could guess who sent the bouquet of flowers.

He said he would give him a vase for arranging flowers.

He said, never can't do it...

The narcissus is inserted in a slender bottle, the body of the bottle is exquisitely carved, and a few plain flowers are sprinkled among the green leaves, which is very beautiful and out of season.

From Narcissus's point of view, his situation is no different from that bouquet of daffodils.

——Picked, raised, nowhere to escape.

A thought made him angry.

He turned around, walked back to the bedroom, bent down and took out the bouquet of daffodils from the vase.

Eunice couldn't understand: "His Royal Highness, don't these flowers need to be kept in water?"

This time, Narcissus did not answer her.

He held the flower stem and walked out slowly, a few drops of water dripped on the floor along the branches and leaves.

pat, pat.

Eunice couldn't understand any more.

Until Narcissus raised his hand and threw the bunch of flowers into the garbage collection place.

Eunice exclaimed: "His Royal Highness?!"