He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The Descartes family's carriage drove over the Rose Hill, leaving two rolling marks on the grass.Sunset, sinking behind Becquerel's castle.Under the first twinkling cross star, the one-eyed musician played the accordion emotionally, the melodious music blew across the street, and the street lights came on one by one.

"Master Laixiu." Youjin really wanted to talk to He Xichen, but he didn't know what to talk about after calling his name.

He Xichen turned his head slightly and waited for his next sentence. Seeing his embarrassed look, he smiled and said, "The wind smells like honey."

Eugene was taken aback, took two deep breaths, and then said pleasantly: "There is also the aroma of pine wood."

He Xichen suddenly frowned, opened the window even wider, and said to himself, "The smell of blood?" The sound of horseshoes broke into their ears, and Eugene asked confusedly, unable to hear clearly. : "Master Laixiu, what did you say?"

He Xichen pushed his legs forward, stretched his waist, turned his head to look at the thin and thin Youjin with a half-smile, and blinked at him: "I won't tell you."

Eugene was a little discouraged all of a sudden, gave a weak "oh" and stopped talking.

"Hey, dear Young Master Eugene, why don't you ask again?" He Xichen put on the top of his hair with a smile, and rubbed it twice symbolically, without using too much force.

Eugene looked up in bewilderment.

"I just said that there seems to be a guest in town." He Xichen shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It doesn't feel like a guest I would welcome."

"Master Laixiu..."

"Haha, kids, don't think so much."

After He Xichen finished speaking, he lay lazily on the window and looked at the ray of red clouds in the sky. The evening wind blew his black hair in perfect harmony with the night.

Eugene stared at his back, the white shirt was clinging to his waistline with his movements, blue blood vessels were slightly exposed under the neat lapel.Eugene moved his fingers, his blue-gray eyes were shaded by thick, slender eyelashes.

Master Laixiu is a good man...as long as I work harder and become his friend...

"Be careful of catching a cold, Master Laixiu." He cared and whispered almost flatteringly.

The Neumann Manor is brightly lit, and the sound of orchestral music echoes gracefully in the moonlit rose bushes.The tuxedo and the corners of the skirt were stained with alcohol, the clothes were fragrant and the temples were shadowed, and the cups and cups were intertwined. The classical music played on the spot turned the smiles and eyes of the nobles into a cloud of ambiguity.

The strange thing was that Father Murray, who had always stayed away from this kind of banquet, was also at the banquet. Unlike his fiery red hair, this man was unkind and unsmiling, and few people in the town could get along with him.The unpredictable Master Lexie in the castle seems to have a lot of love for him.

Gee, don't geeks and geeks get more in tune?

Murray, who didn't know that he and He Xichen were slandered as freaks, suddenly looked outside the door, and a smile flashed through his reddish-brown eyes.He took a step forward and whispered to Ophelia, "Miss Huygens, I'll leave first."

Ophelia was a little powerless just to deal with the self-introductions of the nobles, and she couldn't help being a little panicked when she saw that Murray, who was protecting her, was about to leave.

"Mr. Davidovich!"

"Just call me Murray."

"Mr. Murray, let me go with you too." Ophelia suggested eagerly, the toes of the high-heeled shoes seemed to be squeezed into a toe full of silver needles, and dense pain climbed up the ankle along the back of the foot , followed by the calves.

Murray scanned the crowd who were staring at him, and those who met his gaze lowered their heads.As the only priest in town, Murray held a high position.

"Come with me, Miss Huygens." He nodded.

Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief, with a real smile on her face, and followed Murray outside the house. The cool breeze blowing on her face immediately blew away the stale air all over her body.

Except for a few servants, there is only a yard with well-built flowers and trees.Ophelia is not someone who will take the initiative to find topics, let alone Murray. Without He Xichen, he probably wouldn't have said a word in the past three years.

As Descartes' carriage approached, He Xichen lifted the black suit placed by his legs and dressed neatly, with golden patterned buttons shining on the cuffs.The carriage stopped slowly outside the gate of the manor, and he jumped out of the carriage first, then turned around and offered his hand to the short Eugene.

He Xichen took it for granted, but Eugene felt a little embarrassed.

Kind and gentle Master Laixiu!He silently affirmed in his heart for the thousandth and 750th time.

The two got out of the carriage, and the servant who drove the carriage drove the carriage to an open space. Among the many luxurious vehicles, Descartes' carriage was quite satisfactory, dusty and completely unremarkable.

"You shameless priest, you dare to come here to have fun, be careful of being reported to the archbishop, and tell you to walk around without food!" He Xichen teased Murray loudly when he saw Murray at the door.

The priest beside him who had been expressionless raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a familiar and helpless expression.Ofelia couldn't help but glanced curiously at the young man walking this way.

The black-haired handsome boy unbuttoned his black suit, revealing his white shirt underneath.He followed the pace of the inconspicuous blond boy, strutting forward with his hands behind his back.

"So I'll be the first to silence you." Murray tucked the sterling silver cross hanging on his chest into his collar, joking with him in a rare way.

"Hey, there are one or two witnesses here!" He Xichen pointed at Eugene and Ophelia and said, "Also, after you silence me, you won't be able to find a best man when you get married. .”

Murray frowned suddenly: "The clergy cannot marry."

He Xichen gritted his teeth: "When you meet the girl you love in the future, these prohibitions will be nothing but empty talk."

They chattered back and forth between you and me, and saw Ophelia dazzled.Compared with the veiled and vicious verbal swords of the nobles of Anruel, He Xichen and Murray are more like a joke between friends, which obviously makes her more curious.Eugene clenched his fist silently, seeming a little frustrated.

"This is Miss Ophelia Huygens." Murray is not a person who does not know how to advance and retreat, so he introduced them to them after a few insults.

"Hello, my name is Eugene Descartes." Eugene said coldly, all the concern and enthusiasm when facing He Xichen were all swept away, this is his usual attitude towards people.

"Hello!" He Xichen waved to her with a smile on his face, "My name is Laixiu."

Ofelia paused, and responded with a smile.

She knew that the young master of the Becquerel family was recuperating here, but she didn't expect it to be this handsome young man in front of her.After all, she had met Nicholas before. The count was frivolous and frivolous, and he didn't seem to be able to teach such a glamorous person.

Huygens is at odds with Becquerel, but what does it matter to her?That was the enmity between her father and Nicholas. She escaped from Anluer, and He Xichen also stayed away from Anluer. Today's meeting was just a matter between the two of them.

"Aren't you guys going in to dance?" He Xichen asked puzzledly, glanced at the dance floor with fluttering clothes, and retracted his head instantly, "It seems that you can't squeeze in."

"In that case, hey, would you like to go somewhere with me?" He suddenly made a slightly abrupt proposal, and the other three people present looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally nodded their heads dazedly in his provocative smile.

Eugene's coachman was abandoned in the Neumann Manor, He Xichen picked up the whip, drove the carriage across the street, and finally stopped by the river.A fisherman fishing on the shore happened to catch a big fish, and when he looked up and saw He Xichen walking towards him, he shouted happily, "Master Laixiu!"

He Xichen also called out familiarly: "Uncle Oscar, let me borrow your boat!" He has lived here for six years, and he knows everything he should know.

Oscar immediately held his hand for a while, and said generously: "Use whatever you want, by the way, last time you said that the dried fish is delicious? Here, I made a big basket for you!" The fisherman's house is by the river, and he said directly Walking into the house, he took out a bamboo basket the size of a kettle, "It's all clean, and you won't get sick if you eat it. Don't be disgusted."

He seemed a little embarrassed and touched his head sheepishly.When his wife was sick, He Xichen once lent him money to meet the urgent need.Uncle Oscar is grateful for his kindness and often sends fresh fish to the castle.

"How can I dislike it? I've been hungry for a long time!" He Xichen went straight over, picked up a small dried fish and chewed it in his mouth, "It's delicious, a little sweeter than last time."

"That's right, I changed it according to your taste!" Uncle Oscar raised his chest proudly. He glanced at the three people dressed in noble clothes beside the carriage, and said, "Go and play, I will show you the carriage!"

"Thank you, uncle! I'll bring you wine next time!" He Xichen was not polite, turned and ran towards Murray and the others who were confused, "Let's go, let's take you to play!"

The oars slid across the water, and the boat pushed away the heavy waves and floated down the small river.There are many fireflies hidden in the reeds on both sides of the river, startled by the sound of rushing water, they danced one after another.

An oil lamp was hung on the bow and stern of the boat, emitting soft light from fireflies in the dark, shining on He Xichen's face, creating an illusory hazy feeling.

"Look at the water, only in this section of the river will there be whitebait."

There are countless small fish swimming in the icy river water, the fish body is covered with a layer of silvery white fish scales, following around the boat like a ball of white light embracing the river.

"The whitebait will illuminate the boats that go at night, but if anyone dares to catch and eat it, the fish will recognize the boat in the future and will not come again." He Xichen explained while taking off the fishing light at the stern and putting it in the center.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

The Milky Way in the sky reflects the whitebait in the water, the surrounding fields hang down, and a small boat drifts slowly on the flowing river under the silent starry sky.

"It's very beautiful." Ophelia leaned slightly to look at the bottom of the water, only to feel that all this is quite different from the scenery in the city.

"How do you always find such strange places." Murray ate small dried fish from the bamboo basket, "Sweet and spicy, not bad." Then he handed it to Eugene.

But Eugene blushed from the choking, scooped up the river water and rinsed his mouth to recover.

"Haha, if you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it." He Xichen laughed, and took out a nut biscuit tightly wrapped in a paper towel from his trouser pocket as if by magic, "Here you are."

Eugene wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took the biscuit sheepishly.

"Actually, I've always wanted to know, how is the food in the Holy See?" Ophelia looked at Murray expectantly.

Murray recalled the three meals when he was studying in the Holy See, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally he threw out two words: "It's unpalatable!"

Ophelia's eyes widened in disbelief: "When I was a child, I ate a piece of flatbread given to me by Archbishop Claudius. It was sweet and crunchy, and it was the best flatbread I've ever eaten!"

Eugene, who had been silent all the time, said: "The most delicious thing I've ever eaten is caramel bread." Seeing everyone's interest, he couldn't help smiling shyly, and continued, "At that time, I was too hungry. After biting down, I was thinking that I would eat caramel bread for the rest of my life! But after swallowing it, my stomach cramped and the pain was excruciating, and I was thinking again, I will never eat caramel bread again.”

"Then do you still eat now?" Ophelia asked.

Eugene took a small bite of the biscuit, like a well-behaved squirrel: "I won't eat it."

The evening wind blew the fishing lanterns straight and swayed, wrinkling the calm water surface. The fireflies seemed to sense some danger, and the lights gradually dimmed and hid in the reed leaves.

Murray stood up alertly: "I'm going to solve some troubles."

Before Ophelia and Eugene understood what was going on, He Xichen was already paddling upstream: "Can you do it alone?"

"It's much easier than the siege a month ago." Murray pulled off the cross on his neck, "You protect them and protect yourself."

"All right."

The two briefly agreed on the assignment of tasks, and Murray jumped ashore and ran deep into the woods.

"What happened?" Ophelia asked with some fear, grabbing the side of the boat.

He Xichen smiled reassuringly, "It's just two little bats."

The ropes of the carriage on the shore were firmly tied to the tree trunk. He Xichen greeted Uncle Oscar, and then drove the carriage to the Neumann Manor like lightning.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the crows in the woods flew up with a flutter, making loud and piercing calls.The moonlight shone through the treetops, and Murray's shadow was like a thick black curtain covering the two dead vampires on the ground.Their fangs were still grimly exposed in the air, and a sterling silver dagger was stuck in their chests.

Murray nonchalantly wiped off the dark red blood spattered on his hands, then threw the handkerchief on their faces.

This time the target is Ophelia Huygens... or Lexie?

He Xichen, who safely sent Eugene and Ophelia home, sneezed, took a sip of the black tea made by the old housekeeper.

"My lord, that Miss Huygens—"

"She," He Xichen smiled, "it's just a cute girl, but Archbishop Claudius behind her is not so cute."

To make Claudius write a letter asking Murray to protect her, Ophelia is probably too cute a girl.