Those years of falling in love with Mosaic [Quick Transmigration]

System brat: […]

It was silent for a moment, and then said quietly: [Why do I think this is a flag? 】

Not on the bed, is this going to play tricks in a different location?

Isn't this digging a hole for myself to jump into?

The young man on the opposite side kept his eyes downcast, and his thick eyelashes covered his silver-gray pupils, as well as the strange brightness.He half bowed his body, bent his waist in a posture of absolute submission, and said in a low voice: "You called me, what do you need to tell me?"

His master coughed lightly, leaning against the head of the bed, his face still pale from recovering.Although the young man lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the pale lips of this noble young master from the corner of his eye, paused his hands, and said, "I want to pour you a glass of water."

Kou Qiu glanced at him strangely, saw that he was still standing still, hesitated for a moment, and said: "...Thank you?"

He didn't quite understand, he just poured a glass of water, why did he ask for instructions?

Only then did the young man bend down again, and then he took out a linen handkerchief from his breast pocket, and wiped his fingers carefully.He didn't put away the handkerchief until there was not even a speck of dust on it, and his fingertips were rubbed slightly red, then he put away the handkerchief, walked to the front of the bedside table and picked up the teacup.

The clear tea swirls into the cup, glowing a velvety crimson.

The system brat said: [Oh.He is afraid of dirtying the cup. 】

Kou Qiu: […]

He is dizzy.

"I want to name you," Kou Qiu sipped his tea, looked at him with green eyes without blinking, and said, "What do you like?"

Such a sudden question made the young man tremble suddenly.He raised his head almost inconceivably, he didn't know what to say, he just moved his lower lip and murmured: "You..."

"You don't want to?" Kou Qiu thought for a while, then stretched out his arms with great effort, and handed the whole thick book beside the bed into his hands, "Or if you like something, you can just say it."

The young man suddenly lowered his head again, and said, "Why would I not want to."

His eyes looked like he was rushing into the stormy sea, his throat was choked for a long time, and he said: "You are my master. If you can name me, it will be—"

He raised his head quietly, and the platinum-blond hair of the sitting boy seemed to be sprinkled with countless large and small spots of light, shining straight into his heart.

"—that would be the honor I've only dreamed of."

Before that, I didn't even dare to dream about the honor.

Kou Qiu flipped through the books all afternoon.

When it came to naming his lover, he was quite serious, and finally saw three words that he liked, and asked the young man for his opinion.

"Xavier," he said, "how is it?"

The young man's expression seemed to be a little flattered.

He stood at the boundary between light and dark, standing still, almost standing himself like a statue carved out of marble.Looking at those three words, the muscles in his shoulders tensed even more.

"Thank you," he said, "thank you...my master."

This night, Xavier didn't fall asleep for a long time after returning from Kou Qiu's room.

His eyes were fixed on the heavy ceiling, maybe because of joy, or because of other things, he tossed around for a long time, listening to the dull breathing of the resting slaves, but his mind was full of The noble face of his master.

"What are you doing?" The other slaves who were crowded in the same room couldn't help but uttered, "It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

Only then did Xavier realize that he had disturbed others unconsciously, and said in a deep voice, "Sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry!" The slave glared at him, turned his head away, and muttered, "I finally had a beautiful dream, can you still pay me?"

He turned around again, trying to fall asleep again.Xavier didn't make any more noises, but rested his head on his clasped hands, and his breath was sprayed on the inside of his arms, making it numb.

Kou Qiu would never understand what a name meant to a slave.

In the war 20 years ago, countless soldiers died on the battlefield, and a large number of women in the city had no support and could no longer make a living. They had to turn into prostitutes, relying on their young bodies in exchange for money.Xavier didn't know who his biological mother was, but he knew that she might be one of these people.

Once she is pregnant, she can no longer buy or sell, and there is no money left to raise her.Numerous prostitutes therefore threw their newly born babies into the sewer, letting him cry and rush forward with the smelly water.Life or death is entirely up to fate.

That said, Xavier was lucky.

He survived.

The trafficker who picked him up picked his teeth, raised him and the other children carelessly, and after he was able to do some work, he was sold as a slave into the mansions of those dignitaries.To this day, Xavier himself can't even remember how many people's homes he has been in, and was later sold to the exchange to become a fighting slave preparing to perform and fight with beasts.And in these 20 years of wandering, he never had a name.

"Hey" or "that guy", that's what he's called.

But now, with just three simple words, it seemed that he was clearly separated from the stinky and dirty life in the years.

—He can be a famous person.

It is no longer a beast that will be bought and sold.

But out of some thoughts, Xavier didn't want to tell others that his master had given him a name.

It would be even better if only his young master could call this name.

He blinked, lay quietly for a long time in the slowly brightening sky, and finally fell into a light sleep.

Early the next morning, when he opened the door, he saw the butler walking down the stairs. For some reason, his expression was a little unkind.The butler stood in front of his door, staring at him with scrutinizing eyes under his silver-white eyebrows, and said, "What did you say to Master Ulysses yesterday?"

Xavier was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn't say anything.

The butler leaned hard on the ground with the crutch in his hand, and looked a little out of breath.He paced around twice in front of the door, and then said: "Master Ulysses told me that he hopes to promote you to a personal servant and take care of him."

The young man raised his head sharply.

"what?"

Before Xavier could react from these words, the other slaves were the first to hear it, and their eyes were full of envy and jealousy for a while.

"Is what you said true?" asked the slave who shared the room with him, his voice seemed to be stuck, "Master Ulysses...is it really Master Ulysses himself?" told you?"

The butler didn't want to explain further, but said in a deep voice, "That's right."

There were other meanings in his eyes. He scanned the young man up and down, and asked, "Do you have a name? - The young master told me that he named you Xavier."

The expression of the slave beside him was still dazed, as if he was listening to the Arabian Nights.

Jumping from a slave to a personal servant, this is probably something that many people dare not even think about.

What's more, it's that young master's servant.

"Come upstairs later," the butler ordered in a deep voice, "Byer will teach you something else."

There seemed to be a knife in his eyes, and he said sharply: "You have to be careful and take good care of me!"

......

Until the steward left, a group of slaves still felt as if they were stepping on clouds.

They looked at this companion who had been flying in the sky, and they didn't know what to say.After a long while, someone said sourly: "I thought, after what happened with Viscount Helun, Master Ulysses would not promote slaves rashly again."

Xavier hurriedly tidied up his bed, and when he heard this, his hands paused.

"Viscount Helun?" He repeated the familiar name again.

The accomplice laughed: "Don't tell me, you don't even know about this."

"That's what it means to be truly favored!" The slave next to him couldn't help but sigh, "Even the way ahead has been paved by one hand, Master Ulysses is really kind. It's a pity that Heron turned around in the end Come step on..."

Xavier just pursed his thin lips after hearing this past story.He said after a long time: "I am not him."

He held the packed box in his hand.

"I will never break my oath," said the young man, his silver-gray pupils seemed to be illuminated by flames, and they shone brightly in the dark and narrow basement. "In this life, nothing can make me betray my master."

Rights cannot, and status certainly cannot.

Xavier took Beyer's place.

Bayer was not dissatisfied because of this, Kou Qiu thought very thoughtfully and promoted him to deputy housekeeper.Because of this, he rarely had a kind voice towards the young man who came to replace him. He took him around the house and explained Kou Qiu's usual preferences one by one.

"These shirts are all high-quality silk brought from the East." He spread out the clothes as soft as water, and confessed, "Your clothes can be washed by slaves, but the young master's clothes must only pass through you alone." hand."

Xavier's hand slowly touched the fabric, and for some reason, his throat suddenly moved slowly.

Use specially formulated soap for washing, and finely ground balm after bathing.The ointment was contained in a small gold-plated box, and when it was opened, the young man clearly smelled the fragrance of roses coming from it.

I don't know what else is mixed in this fragrance, it's not too sweet, but it has a refreshing taste.It smelled exactly like his young master, reminiscent of delicate flower buds still wet with dew under the moon.

The tea in the morning and the dessert in the afternoon tea all have different particularities.Even clothes have to be changed two or three times a day.

"Can you remember?" Bayer said all the daily things to do, and then closed the door, and asked him while leading him through the corridor covered with soft embroidered carpets, "Being a personal servant all at once , this is not an easy task.”

The young man straightened his body and said in a deep voice, "I will do my best."

"Okay." Bayer seemed to be relieved, and patted him on the shoulder, "Now the young master is taking a bath, you can go there to serve."

Xavier's body froze suddenly, and even his expression changed.

......what?

"Why are you standing there?" Baier said strangely, "Go!"

The young man was uncommonly at a loss, as if just imagining in his mind the scene of the reserved and honorable master taking off all the restraints on his body was a kind of blasphemy.He pursed his lips, and then said: "Yes."

He stepped on the carpet silently, and stayed for a long time in front of the bathroom door at the end of the corridor. The gurgling water sounded like a snake, and slid out of the door along the slippery water traces on the ground, and slid along his feet. at the chest.

Xavier pushed open the door.

A curl of white mist rushed towards his face, perhaps because of the cold winter, the bath was filled with hot water, some even covered the wall of the pool and rushed to his feet.The soles of his leather shoes were wet, and they made a clicking sound when he lifted his foot.The people in the pool obviously heard it too, and raised their voices and asked, "Who's there? Bayer?"

Xavier's throat moved.

"I've already said it," Kou Qiu lay on the edge of the pool, could only hastily pulled off his shirt, covered his body, and said helplessly, "When I'm taking a shower, I don't want anyone else to come in—"

What the hell kind of habit is this!

Last time, he just wanted to go to the bathroom to open the sluice to release water, but Baier actually wanted to go in, and it seemed that he was going to reach out to help him untie his pants.The socialist successor Kou veteran cadre who had never seen such a battle was so frightened that he lost the urge to let go, so he had no choice but to walk out of it aggrieved.

The system was still gloating at the side, and said: [I think it's pretty good. 】

Kou Qiu: […]

Well that's weird.

This luxurious life of capitalism!

He slapped the surface of the water a few times, the white mist floated higher, and everything in front of him became hazy.In such a trance, he heard the young man's familiar voice, which seemed tense: "Master, it's me."

Kou Qiu's hand patting the water surface stopped.

He couldn't believe it, and reconfirmed, "Xavier?"

The young man replied again, and his voice seemed to be soaked in moisture, making it wet.

The system boy let out a loud oh, and urged him: [Just let dad come over. 】

The upright old cadre Kou obviously couldn't understand his thoughts, [What are you doing here? 】

It's not that he doesn't have long hands!

[You have grown hands,] the system shrewdly said, [But look, Dad obviously regards you as the master now, so he almost put you on the altar and knelt down in front of you to make a wish— —If this continues, how will you two fall in love in this life? ! 】

Kou Qiu thought for a while, and unexpectedly felt that it made sense.

He doesn't want a servant who is devoted to him at all, what he wants is the lover who has accompanied him for several worlds, fought side by side with him and protected him from wind and rain.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Come here."

The young man was still standing motionless in the mist, his whole body seemed to be numb.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps finally sounded again. Xavier's pale golden eyelashes were wet with white mist, and the muscles in his chest were tense, making his slim shirt line a smooth arc.Kou Qiu only turned his head and glanced at him, feeling a little ashamed in his heart, as if he was planning some bad idea to seduce a straight man who had no such intentions towards him.

But there was still a system that was making noise in his mind, so he had to get rid of this idea.

[Can he be an ordinary person? 】The system brat shouted in a long voice, 【He is my father, father! 】

Kou Qiu couldn't say no to it, so he had to turn around in the pool with shame, exposing the whole white and shiny back.Ulysses was pampered and spoiled since he was a child, and his skin was moisturized by countless expensive balms. It was as flawless as lanolin, but because of his picky taste and partial eclipse, the butterfly bones on his head were indistinguishable.It seemed that he could spread his wings and fly out of his body in the next second.

Kou Qiu said, "Rub my back."

The system let out a heavy sigh.

Just rub your back?

But this has obviously reached the bottom line of senior cadre Kou. He turned his back, didn't dare to open his eyes, just closed his lips silently, and slowly felt the drenched cloth covering his back, from top to bottom, Rub well.Such an action is like treating a sacred and fragile statue.

After a few touches, both of them were sweating.

"Okay," Kou Qiu finally couldn't bear it anymore, hurriedly called to a stop, grabbed the bath towel at the side, and wrapped it around his body in a hurry, still not daring to look at him, "You wait outside, I'll go out right away. "

The young man answered in a deep voice, and then slowly moved his hand off Kou Qiu's back.When he went out, he spread out his wet and hot palm.

It was clearly freezing outside, but the heat of the whole world seemed to be concentrated in his heart.

He closed his eyes.

"Is the young master all right?" Baier suddenly came over at this time and said, "Mrs. Dolores is here and wants to see the young master."

Bayer was used to being a personal servant, so he subconsciously wanted to turn the doorknob, but the young man turned sideways abruptly and stopped him.He looked at Xavier in surprise, but the other party's silver-gray eyes were as calm and indifferent as ever, "Master, come out immediately."

Shocked by that gaze, Bayer couldn't help withdrawing his hand in embarrassment.

He coughed dryly and said, "Mrs. Dolores is waiting in the study."

When Kou Qiu opened the door, Dolores was leaning against the bookcase, flipping through a heavy book.She wore a bright red dress that day, with a large ruby ​​on her chest, and her slender waist surrounded by layers of skirts, like an upside-down rose.

"Yuri?" She cast her eyes on her nephew, whom she hadn't seen for a few days, and asked with concern, "I heard that you are sick, are you feeling better?"

Kou Qiu stood still, letting her cover her hand with a soft fragrance, tested the temperature, and then said with a smile: "It's all right now."

Ulysses' mother died early, and his father became a prince again, so he didn't have much time to look after him.Since childhood, the aunt Dolores has assumed the role of mother, giving him undiminished care.

"It's fine." Dolores also breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in a chatty tone, "That Heron has been buying horses recently."

She is the lover of His Majesty the King, and she is very well informed in this regard, so she sneered, "I'm afraid she wants to make some more contributions in the next war."

Kou Qiu didn't speak, but Dolores stared at him closely.

"Yuri," she said slowly, "I heard that the last slave bought at the exchange that day...Herun wants to take him under his command?"

Kou Qiu's heart skipped a beat.

After a while, Xavier, who had been waiting at the door, entered the door.Dolores looked at him repeatedly, then turned her head and looked at her nephew, "Yuri..."

"No."

Kou Qiu's lips were tightly pursed, and it was rare that he looked a bit awkward.He resolutely cut off what his aunt had not said, and said seriously, "Aunt, no."

The young man had just heard a few sporadic words outside the door, and now he knew it clearly in his heart.He suddenly took a step back, knelt down on one knee, and said without hesitation: "I am willing to give everything for my master."

Dolores clapped her hands: "That's good—"

"Not good!" Kou Qiu raised his voice a bit, and subconsciously put his arm in front of the young man, "I won't allow it, he must never go to Helun's place!"

Dolores obviously couldn't understand his stubbornness, and said: "I think he is also loyal and willing to sacrifice his life for you. He is a talent to create, why not?"

Kou Qiu moved his lips, but he couldn't say the reason.He could only firmly protect the young man, and repeated the words again, "Auntie, he can't. I won't let him take this risk."

He looked at the startled eyes of the beauty across the way, and he sighed after a long time, adding, "Sorry."

Dolores was silent for a while, then patted him on the shoulder.

"What's there to be sorry for?" she said. "He was your slave."

But even so, her eyes were sizing up the handsome profile of this slave, and a bad premonition faintly overflowed in her heart.

That night, Dolores rested in the mansion.

She came out wiping her wet hair, still pondering over the extraordinary maintenance between her nephew and that slave, and said without looking back: "This is a bit strange. What do you think, Ive... ..Eve?"

She raised her voice and called out to her personal maid a few times, but she didn't hear any response.

Turning his head around, he didn't see anyone.

Dolores suddenly seemed to remember something, and her fingers trembled violently.She hastily lifted up the emerald ring that she had just taken off in the shower, and pressed down on the small groove next to it—the ring revealed a narrow slit, and when she opened it, it turned out to be a small space for storing things.

But right now, there is nothing in it, the paper that she has kept in it so dearly for the past seven years is gone.

Dolores sat where she was, her expression suddenly became serious.She thought for a while, then rang the bell in the butler's room.

After a while, the old butler stood at her door: "Miss Dolores?"

He was the only one in the house who watched her grow up, so he called her Miss for more than twenty years and never changed his name.Dolores looked at him, and couldn't help but feel more at ease, and hurriedly asked, "Did you see Ive?"

The old housekeeper said: "Ive said that she was in a hurry to deliver a letter for you, and she went out shortly after you returned to the room."

He looked at Dolores' expression as if she was facing a formidable enemy at the moment, and said, "Miss, what's the problem?"

Dolores straightened her back, but her bright red lips were tightly pressed.She closed her eyes and said, "Something happened."

When she said this, Kou Qiu never rested.

He had been waiting with his eyes open, and when there was a small movement in the corridor outside his room, he immediately got up and got out of bed, and opened the door.

Sure enough, Xavier was standing outside the door.Seeing his master unexpectedly, the expression on Xavier's face could not help but change, and the things in his hand subconsciously hid back, and then he whispered: "Master?"

"Don't call me young master," Kou Qiu almost ground his teeth, "Where are you going?"

"..."

Xavier couldn't answer.

"Just because of what my aunt said today, you are going to go to Helun privately, and then secretly pass on the news for us," Kou Qiuyue said, his teeth itching, wishing he could hang the brat up and beat him up, "Isn't it?"

The young man stood silently, his face hidden in the shadows.After a while, he said: "As a slave, I should solve your problems."

Kou Qiu laughed back in anger, "Who told you that he is my worry and difficulty?"

Slag Gong doesn't have that ability yet!

"Now," Kou Qiu pointed to his room, and ordered neatly, "Go in and sleep for me, and you will never have such thoughts again——"

He gritted his teeth, looked at the young man's tensed shoulders, and felt that he still needed a dose of strong material, "Otherwise, you should never call me master again."

This threat has precisely pierced into the soft underbelly of the youth.

Xavier stood there for a long time, finally lifted his footsteps, and walked slowly into Kou Qiu's room.He seemed to be still at a loss, his silver-gray eyes were deep, and he said, "Master, where do you want me to sleep?"

"Where else can I sleep?" Kou Qiu lifted the quilt and said angrily, "Sleep on the bed!"

Xavier's figure froze completely.