The sky in this city is always gloomy. The misty rain will come as scheduled even in winter, revealing a little coldness. The breath that exhales is white and drifts into the air in a blink of an eye.

The more Kou Qiu came to this point, the more he knew what the real "sweet body" was.

——This basically means that colds and fevers are common.

He lay on the bed, and weakly placed a veil on his head that was soaked with cold water, and his heart was extremely sad and angry.

Let me get up!

I can continue to serve the people!!!

[You can pull it down,] The system boy poured his cold water, [Just like your body now, let alone serving the people, you can basically only be the one who is served by the people.]

It's still the rich and vicious bourgeoisie.

Kou Qiu slowly breathed.

However, he finally understood the reason why Ulysses was spoiled like this as a boy. As a premature baby, his original body was sick and plagued by many disasters since he was born, and his body seemed to have some root cause, especially his fear of cold. Kou Qiu spent the whole winter almost lying in bed.

The only advantage is that he finally got closer to Xavier.

After spending a whole month of day and night together, Xavier finally barely replaced the "master" he said and changed it to a "young master" who was a little closer.

The system said quietly: [This is a ghost, he still dares not do anything, and he still lets you lie on the bed and grow mushrooms.]

To be honest, isn’t this a great time to eat mushrooms?

[I always get through my body once a day,] The system said, [After this, I just wonder if my dad and husband's world is not good.]

Kou Qiu:【......】

He is now increasingly suspicious about what he is thinking in his mind.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that there is no green and healthy thing.

Let’s understand the core socialist values. Have Marx all the memorized are fed into the dog’s belly?

The system said: [No, I was eaten by the water kids from my previous life.]

He quickly turned the blame and expressed his grief and anger for not studying for a long time.

I want to learn, I can't wait to study!

Kou Qiu said he didn't understand, [You are learning?]

The system boy is confident, [How can I learn without mosaics?]

Kou Qiu:【......】

Love This child has developed feelings for mosaics.

The knock at the door sounded, tick, three extremely rhythmic sounds.

"Young Master." The young man knocked on the door and helped him up first. Two or three soft goose feather mats were placed behind him, and then he opened the small table. Kou Qiu was stared at by a pair of extremely familiar silver-gray eyes, and his heart couldn't help but jump, "Does the young master still want to drink soup first for lunch today?"

The system looked at the soup and immediately said "oh" in his heart.

【Just,】It said quietly, [Cream mushroom soup, stewed white, sticky, and thick.]

Kou Qiu:【......】

For some reason, he suddenly lost his appetite to drink soup.

"Young Master?"

Seeing that he had not answered for a long time, Xavier hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I'm rude." Then he slowly picked up the spoon. His wrists were trembling, but he still steadily fed them to Kou Qiu's mouth, gently touching the two lips that were slightly white due to illness.

Kou Qiu stared at his hands in a daze.

As a low-class man, Xavier's hands were not as smooth as Ulysses, and there were obvious rough marks left by wind and frost on his head. Perhaps because he noticed his gaze, Xavier's hands shrank back unconsciously and whispered: "If you don't want to see them, I will put on gloves from today."

"What are you talking about?"

After hearing this, his young master looked up at him strangely.

"What's there to cover up?" Kou Qiu said, taking the opportunity to popularize his men with a wave of ideological education. "At least, you support yourself by relying on your honest labor; unlike me, although I am a noble, I am just a poor person who can survive by my family."

He raised his chest and his eyes were shining.

"You don't have to feel ashamed, I am the one who should be ashamed!"

After listening to this passage, Xavier remained motionless for a long time, as if he had turned into a statue made of stone. After a long time, he lowered his head as if he was subjected to a huge shock, and his soft light golden hair was scattered and swept to the back of Kou Qiu's hand.

With a slight numb and itchy feeling.

"you......"

His voice seemed to be forcibly suppressing something, and after a while, he could barely squeeze out the sound from his hoarse throat.

“You are so great.”

The confused old cadre Kou: "???"

Wait a little bit wrong with this point?

How did this conclusion come about?

The system yelled again and said loudly: [Brainless fan.]

The brainless fan Xavier would only lose his composure when he wiped his body every night. His hand was holding a soft and wet cloth, and he touched the boy's body little by little like touching a statue, as if he was rubbing a young butterfly about to spread his wings in the pupa.

When he encountered some places, his body, which seemed to be made of God, would tremble slightly.

Xavier's heart trembled with it.

"How are you okay," he whispered, "Master?"

Because he was afraid of catching a cold, the white quilt still covered his upper body, and Kou Qiu only exposed his legs and feet. He curled up unconsciously and subconsciously said: "Itchy..."

The sounds are all vague, with a sense of twitching people's hearts and hairs trembling.

Xavier's hand stagnated in the air.

After a while, he continued to rise as if nothing had happened.

It was not until the people on the bed made a uniform and slight breathing sound that the young man who was guarding the bed exhaled gently and blew out the candle.

He stood in the dark for a long time, then slowly took a step and walked out of the room.

This is like a trial given to him by the gods.

But what really made him restless was that he was enjoying it.

"I will see you again in my dream," Xavier murmured softly as he returned to his small room to rest, pulling up the quilt, "——My young master."

When the spring color becomes brighter, the social season is coming again. The formal outfit you need to wear turns from thick to thin. Kou Qiu walked to the windowsill and opened the window. With just one stretch of his hand, he could pick a few tender green leaves from the towering tree next to him.

Even the thin veins on the leaves can be seen clearly.

Kou Qiu held the leaves into his hand. Before he could taste the fragrant air of spring, he heard the voice of Deloris sounding downstairs.

"Where is Yuri," she said briskly, "Where is my baby nephew?"

Kou Qiu sighed lightly, smiled through the window, and waved to his aunt who had just stepped out of the carriage below.

"What are you doing on it?" Deloris urged and waved the embroidered handkerchief in his hand at him, "Let's hurry up, the dance party will begin!"

Social dances, as an indispensable social and entertainment activity among nobles, are almost the most important platform. Every year, aristocratic girls who are old will be led by their father and give their first dance at the dance, so as to announce that they have officially entered the social circle and can start talking about marriage.

"I really don't understand," Kou Qiu couldn't help but whisper when Xavierm stretched out his hand to sort out his bow tie for him, "How could there be such a boring activity?"

As a serious socialist successor, he would rather stay and enrich his spiritual food at home.

Xavier's eyes drooped, his fingers loosely around the thin straps, tied a perfect knot for him, and then he stood up straight.

"I hope you have fun," he whispered, "my young master."

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Countless skirts rubbed against each other, like countless flowers placed upside down. Viscount Helun stood among these delicate flowers. He lowered his eyes and did not look at the countless beauties around him. He just looked blank, as if he was thinking about something.

Standing beside him was his companion who had just received the reward.

"Look at the faces of those old nobles," his companion sneered, "when we see us, it seems like we have seen some heresy-I think they are willing to put us on fire and roast us directly, so as not to let our feet, who were originally from inferior society, dirty their expensive carpets."

Viscount Helen did not make a sound, but just gently shook the champagne in his hand. The clear liquid was swaying in the glass, and when it hit the wall of the glass, it made a crisp and pleasant sound.

His companions glanced around again, as if they were extremely boring.

"There is no pretty beauty this year," he whispered, while looking anxiously, "Why haven't the Bladen family come yet? I've heard of the reputation of their young master, and I want to see it with my own eyes."

Viscount Helun's shoulders suddenly froze.

Only then did the companion remember, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "I forgot that you met that young master..."

He hurriedly covered his mouth and stopped talking.

In fact, besides him, there are many people waiting for the arrival of the Braden family. Beautiful things or people can always be longed for. What's more, Ulysses is famous, and even after seeing his face, His Majesty the King couldn't help but praise his skin that seemed to have been kissed by God.

However, until all the guests arrived, the aunts and nephews who were looking forward to it were late. But the moment they stepped into the hall, even the countless candles burning could not hide their dazzling light.

They don't need jewelry, they are shining themselves.

"Dloris," the hostess of the banquet stepped forward slowly, and when she saw another figure, her lips couldn't help but deepen, "Ulysses, you haven't seen my daughter yet? - This is Ellen."
To be continued...