I'm stuck with the Imperial Marshal!

After Lu Qiao and Ye Lan finished speaking, they turned their heads three times a step, walked to Yan Qiu's side shyly, but didn't even dare to look at him.

Yan Qiu stared at him, and suddenly said: "Ye Lan is 42 years old."

Confused, Lu Qiao looked up at him: "Ah, I thought he was about your age!"

"..." Yan Qiu emphasized calmly, "He is 42 years old."

Lu Qiao: "..." Ye Lan is so well maintained.

Yan Qiu also said: "He already has a wife."

"...I know!" Lu Qiao didn't understand why Yan Qiu suddenly said this, it was a bit strange.

Seeing that he was still absent-minded, Yan Qiu frowned, raised his chin with his hand, and asked probingly, "Why are you blushing?"

Lu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, now he understood what Yan Qiu wanted to say.

This guy... mistakenly thought he was blushing at Ye Lan?

Lu Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, turned his head away from Yan Qiu's hand, and whispered: "No, it has nothing to do with him, it's him who told me something...it's about you."

Yan Qiu's expression softened slightly, and he calmly nodded to Ye Lan who was smiling not far away, turned around and took Luqiao to board the aircraft, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"..." Lu Qiao looked left and right, "I won't tell you."

Kill him without telling Yan Qiu.

"Spiritual friendship" or something... so perverted, lustful!

Yan Qiu looked at him probingly for a while, then lowered his head and fiddled with the terminal.

Lu Qiao shrewdly turned his head and warned: "Don't send messages to ask him!"

Yan Qiu calmly closed the message sending window of the terminal.

Obedient is obedient.

Lu Qiao felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart, and the heat that had risen because of Ye Lan's words just now finally faded from his face.

After thinking about it, he asked, "By the way, Cheng Yi's side...how did you find it?"

Speaking of this matter, Yan Qiu's tone also softened: "I'm still tracking his whereabouts, why are you talking about him?"

"I'm just thinking," Lu Qiao frowned, "Why is Cheng Yi's situation so special, and why is mine also so special? Is it a coincidence? Or do I have something in common with him?"

After hearing this, Yan Qiu frowned and looked at him.

Lu Qiao lowered his head and recalled: "You didn't receive the news until the day after your father's accident?"

"To be precise, my father's accident happened in the early hours of the universe time, and I didn't receive the news until that night," Yan Qiu said.

early morning.

In the early morning of that day, Cheng Yi had a dispute with Marshal Yan for his father, and his gene went berserk, broke through the realm, and shattered Marshal Yan's consciousness.

And what was he doing in the early hours of that day?

Lu Qiao was in a trance.

He was a little surprised, because he was able to clearly recall that in the early morning of that day, he had a dream, a very long dream.

Yan Qiu looked at the people around him for a moment, then raised his hand and rubbed his head.

Lu Qiao regained his senses and raised his eyes.

Yan Qiu said: "Lu Qiao, you have nothing in common with him."

Lu Qiao pursed his lips.

The man said softly: "You are sunny, cheerful, hardworking, and tenacious. You will never betray those who trust you, and your consciousness will never attack others. You and him are two completely opposite types of people."

"If you really want to talk about why you and him became the only two special people," Yan Qiu paused, "it can only be because, at that moment, you and him stood on extreme opposite sides."

Lu Qiao opened his eyes wide.

"Don't doubt and fear yourself because you have too much power," Yan Qiu hugged him into his arms, and whispered, "Your power is in your hands, it can only be driven by your will, and It doesn't matter to anyone else."

Lu Qiao closed his eyes.

That's right, that's what he told Ye Lan and the others as well.

But at a certain moment, he still had a little doubt about his specialness.

Why did he have such a powerful force?What do he and Cheng Yi have in common?Did he really fully understand the power in his hands?

But in the end, it was Yan Qiu who woke him up.

Lu Qiao's heart sank.

Power is driven by man, and he believes in himself.

The aircraft merged into the airway, and when Lu Qiao and Yan Qiu were talking, there was a knock on Yan Qiu's window.

From the two of them, it was an aerial florist riding a flying motorcycle. The other party probably didn't recognize the military badge on the flying machine, and never thought that the person sitting inside would be the First Marshal of the Empire. You can't see what's inside the aircraft at all.

Lu Qiao didn't care too much, and wanted to continue chatting with Yan Qiu, but Yan Qiu suddenly lowered the window a crack and handed over a Union Coin.

Lu Qiao was startled.

The flower seller thanked him again and again, and handed a flower in.

It is a very bright red rose, delicate and charming, with drops of water hanging on it.

In the next second, Yan Qiu handed the flowers to Lu Qiao, Lu Qiao paused, and reached out to take them.

Holding the flower, he pursed his lips and smiled, and asked, "...is this the first time you give flowers to someone?"

Yan Qiu's voice was low and deep: "My feelings for you, the things I did for you, and the things I said to you, are all for the first time."

Lu Qiao's heart beat hard.

I don't know why, just such a simple thing, such a simple sentence, his eyes became sore.

"It's also the first time for me to receive flowers from others." Lu Qiao said in a hoarse voice, and looked at the flower seriously, feeling fond of it.

In the same way, Yan Qiu is the same to him.

His feelings, his attachment to Yan Qiu, all the efforts he put in to catch up with Yan Qiu and walk side by side with him, these are all the first time in his life, and it should and will be the only time.

Lu Qiao's happiness after receiving the flowers slightly exceeded Yan Qiu's expectation.

As soon as he got back to Yan's house, Lu Qiao happily went to the housekeeper and asked if there was any vase.

When the butler saw the red rose, he immediately understood something. He glanced at his young master with relief, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I'll find the most beautiful vase right away!"

"Ah, it's enough to be plain..." Lu Qiao said with a dry smile to the back of the butler who was running away.

A few steps away, Yan Qiu looked at him, at the flowers in his hand, thoughtfully.

The butler brought a pure white vase, which looked very plain, but it was indeed beautiful, with a particularly delicate shape.

Lu Qiao poured some water into the vase, put the rose in it, and placed it on the balcony of Yanqiu's bedroom, so that it could receive the nourishment of the sun every day.

He squatted beside the vase, looked at it with interest for a long time, took pictures with the terminal, and adjusted the position of the vase several times.

"Like it so much?" Yan Qiu asked from the side.

Lu Qiao looked at him shyly, then turned his head, blushed and nodded: "Yeah."

He didn't receive gifts very much. When he was a child, his family was poor. Every year, his father or grandmother would give him new clothes or toys only on his birthday. Every time he received them, he was very happy.

When I grow up, although I occasionally receive gifts from girls, it's different after all...

Only when he received the gift from Yan Qiu at this moment, even though it was just such a simple rose, did Lu Qiao find the feeling he felt when he received gifts from his family when he was a child, and he was very happy.

Yan Qiu smiled, rubbed Lu Qiao's head, turned and walked out of the room.

The butler was standing outside, seeing him coming out, he hinted desperately: "Master, a single rose can't grow for a few days..."

"En." Yan Qiu thought for a while, leaned into the butler's ear, and whispered a few words.

An excited smile suddenly appeared on the butler's face, and he said excitedly, "Yes, I'll do it right away!"

There was nothing to do before evening, so Lu Qiao flew twice over the manor from time to time.He can use his wings now, but he always feels that his wings are itchy, and he likes to fly around when he is bored.

After flying back and landing on the edge of the balcony, he would squat in front of the vase again, admiring it with great joy.

The servants in the manor saw it and laughed secretly, but the one who was holding roses in his arms didn't notice it at all.

Before falling asleep at night, Yan Qiu asked him: "Only like flowers?"

Lu Qiao said embarrassingly, "No, it's just that my grandma used to like to grow flowers, but after my grandma passed away, I lived in the school, and I never raised flowers myself."

In fact, another reason why he loves this rose so much is that this flower was given to him by Yan Qiu, which has a different meaning.Probably no matter what Yan Qiu gave him, he would be so happy.

Yan Qiu smiled, didn't say anything, just said: "Alright, let's go to bed, good night."

Lu Qiao didn't think much, nodded, and said obediently, "Good night."

A night without dreams.

The next morning, after six o'clock, Lu Qiao woke up without the alarm clock ringing.

He stretched, yawned, looked at Yan Qiu who was still sleeping, got out of bed lightly, changed his clothes and ran to the balcony.

Today's sun is very good, and the roses he placed on the balcony are also quietly enjoying the sunshine, it seems that the years are peaceful.

Lu Qiao took a deep breath, and suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers.

Moving his nostrils, he was a little puzzled, followed his breath and took two steps outside, stood in front of the railing, looked down inadvertently, and was stunned.

Under the balcony of Yanqiu's bedroom, there has always been a lawn.The style of the Yan family is very simple. The holographic pod with lace trim used by Yan’s father and mother is probably the only exception. Therefore, the entire manor also follows their family’s minimalism. plant.

However, at this moment, the lawn under the balcony disappeared.

Instead, there are patches of roses.

Red, pink, white, yellow, roses of various colors alternate with each other, forming a sea of ​​flowers, swaying in the wind, shining in the sun, the beauty of the road and bridges momentarily silenced.

He stared blankly for a moment, then raised his wings and flew down, landing in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

Roses bloomed one by one at his feet, the flowers were fragrant, beautiful and lovely.

This, what is this...how did everything change overnight?

Is he dreaming? ?

Lu Qiao looked dazed, but at the same time felt that the softest part of his heart had been stabbed, and his heart beat faster.

An intuition rose from his chest, and following this intuition, he raised his head.

The man who was still sleeping just now was wearing a nightgown and leaning against the balcony, looking at him with his chin resting on his hands, with a tender and gentle smile in his eyes.

The man opened his mouth. Lu Qiao couldn't hear the sound clearly, but he recognized the mouth shape.

Yan Qiu looked at him with a smile on his face and asked him: "Do you like it?"

"Pfft."

Lu Qiao heard the voice in his heart, and opened his eyes wide.

...was for him?

Are all these roses for him?

Just because he loves that rose so much, you prepared a gift for him today?

His Adam's apple rolled down, and there was a surge of heat in his chest, scorching hot.

How many people can put a person in such a heart.

Yan Qiu's love for him was unreserved, deep and hot.

Lu Qiao looked up at the man, and murmured hoarsely: "...I like it."

He likes this sea of ​​roses and Yanqiu.

This man is so heart-warming.

Ah, he is dying.

At this moment, Lu Qiao's heart was completely clear.

He made a decision.