give me some blood

The bulb of the iris is a very humble thing, but given time, sunlight and freedom, it will grow like a grandpa and grandma beyond your estimation.So the gardener prunes, cuts, and waters the garden, in order to make it grow the way it wants.Do irises hate gardeners?It not only gave him the opportunity to grow, but also killed the direction of his growth.

I admit that I'm okay thinking this kind of thing is very painful.

But the next day, watching Hans bury the bulbs one by one in the greenhouse, was the only thought that was running around in my head.The relationship with Jie made me very tangled and painful, but he gave me the whole Alhambra Fort, and I thought it was worthwhile to sell chrysanthemums for many years. How much are chrysanthemums worth?Jie and I have no promises, no vows, nothing to say, we have never been together, there is nothing real between us, we just lie to each other, use each other to warm each other, and get some pleasure. Thinking about it, I figured it out up.Clutching my aching heart and brainwashing myself, okay, okay, just a passerby, completely forget about that guy, he was the one I seduced first, so it's okay to end like this.Brainwash, brainwash, keep brainwashing.Although you can't hide from the aching heart, let's deceive the ignorant brain first.

Just stay away from him in the future, I want to rest well, and then go to Benedict to find Lan, secretly marry two gentle Benedict women, a loli and a young girl, and then openly marry a rich widow, and get the widow Killing, raising a baby, and then trying to die earlier than the two wives, is complete, ah, my life is complete.

"Do you often take a pen?" I saw some calluses on Hans' hands.

"Yes, sir, sometimes I write some poems." Hans put down the gardener's shovel and smiled back at me.

"Have you been in Benedict just to seek publication?" I continued to ask.

"Yes, sir. But the publishing house doesn't serve low-class people like me. Flowers are better than poetry, and flowers don't lie." He said with his head raised.

Perhaps, someone has been elected as the head of my house.

"Do you want to be my house steward and start studying accounts and records today?" I asked him.

Ya amber eyes looked at me with a golden light, wiped, and went blind.

It is very important to have a steward trained by oneself. Now the steward, housekeeper and even some servants of Alhambra Fort are descended from Jie, and they feel completely insecure.The cultivation of personal soldiers is not temporary, but the general manager must be my own.Only in this way can Jie's existence be removed from the castle bit by bit.

Alhambra Castle has hired another gardener, because it is winter when there is no need to care for large trees in the garden, Hans has time to learn messy things.He learned very quickly, asked him, he said because he is the son of a shoemaker.They sent someone to check his details, and his past experience is very clean.His mother was a maid before giving birth to him, and his father was a shoemaker for many lifetimes.It is the typical kind of mother who knows a little bit of culture and teaches him to read, and then finds that he has some talent, and then is persuaded by the old country gentry at home to go to Beidiao. It turns out that things are not like that at all, so she goes north to visit famous mountains and rivers. As a result, I came to work as a gardener after I ran out of travel expenses.

Well, I like it.

From then on, there was a regular person pushing a wheelchair to take me around the castle and deal with affairs.

Ann once told me that they tried their best to use their own vampire magic to heal part of my wounds, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to live with a hole in my heart, but the vampire's healing magic is not serious enough, after all, as long as the head is not chopped off Can't die, it's okay to play healing magic, it's cheating, the above.It's not a problem of muscle atrophy of arms and legs, but a problem of heart failure at all.I can walk around, but occasionally my eyes suddenly turn black, and I sit down on the ground.

Overall, I am very happy.

In midwinter, the earth rests, so the peasants rest, so the lords rest, so I may rest.Jie is still far away, saying that spring has come to officially canonize him.

Alhambra is to the north, and the days are very short in winter. I always read a book with my legs covered in a blanket by the fireplace. Two childhood playmates often visit me and tell me things that I can’t see on the surface.This is how I organize information about the territory, who should be suppressed, who should be helped.Alhambra mainly produces wood and leather products, and there are some wines, but the taste is not very good.

From early winter to mid-winter, Hans has mastered the skills of a manager. He can basically help me sort documents, manage maids, and decide dinner.Hans said he admired me, I shook my head and said nothing.Saying I adore you and cheating on your trust is something I left over from my teenage years.It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, and it doesn't matter whether it is true or false, as long as the reality is there.

"Well done." It's a habit to praise him often.

"Sir, Hans wishes to follow you for the rest of his life. You have given Hans an honor beyond his imagination. Moreover, sir, you are so good at dealing with those wandering knights that you have made them serve you so easily," he said.Affirming a loser is easy to make him depend and trust, ah, the most important thing is to depend.

"Thank you." Loyalty is a folly based on mutual benefit, which I have never understood, but at least it can be exploited.

Hans is always by my side. I think people who dream of being poets are not bad at all. They always live in the world of their dreams, so just develop a confidant of your own.

Before Christmas, I want to deepen my relationship with my viscount, baron, knight, squire and ladies. The brackets are mainly ladies.And of course get some badass guys.Just held a dance party in the Alhambra Fort.

That's when I could finally walk smoothly instead of crawling.

Christmas trees weren't popular back then, and I didn't have a penchant for fancy things.Because there is no hostess in this castle, Hans, the head maid and the chef have customized a whole set of food. I really don't know anything about food, so I leave it to them.And I am preparing for another aspect.

When the ball started, I raised my glass and gave an impassioned speech, then retreated to the corner.

Some women came over and I rejected them. It’s not that there are good-looking women, but they are all old women. I still prefer tender ones, ah no, in fact, the main reason is that the source is unknown, and sleeping with a lady is not just the last time. It's that simple, guys from Alhambra Fort, I'll let it go.

After a while, a drunk uncle came over cursing, well, my highlight has begun, and my favorite performances are finally staged.

This uncle is part of the older generation who grew up with my father in Alhambra Fort. The biggest problem I face is that they have not been very convinced of me.

"Mr. Alhambra Earl, I have a question to ask you." The uncle tremblingly smashed the wine glass he held in his hand just now, and several Chinese cabbages next to him screamed, and the whole hall fell silent. down.

"Huh? What's the problem?" I asked back.I can see the other uncles in the corner looking at this side, with resentful eyes, well, very good, this is the one who drinks the most.

"Your father, did you kill him? Please explain clearly to everyone here now! Did you, Lianjie, kill him!" This swaying old man looks like a viscount, um, to my father Well, maybe a gay friend.

"Sir, you are insulting me." I got up from the collapse and said righteously.

At this time, several of my people had already run over and grabbed the uncle.Some said very sadly, how could you think so, Viscount Sarkaslan, and some said how could it be, Viscount Sarkaslan, chattering.

"Then you can make it clear here whether your father's death has anything to do with you. I am old and I don't want to live anymore. We all know how good your relationship is with the king. If the king is really with you Killed John, I, my descendant, must take you...you..." The uncle couldn't open his eyes, squinting his eyes and waving his arms around.

At this time, a young baron jumped out from behind me, grabbed the uncle, and punched the uncle. The uncle fell to the ground, and the scream of Chinese cabbage sounded again, increasing by three decibels.

"Look at what this is." The baron took my hand and took off the black silk gloves that I had been wearing all the time. My hands were red and swollen.

I cover my hands after the time it takes to make sure I'm visible to everyone around me.

"You know the former Marquis of Alhambra, but do you know that his wish was to be buried on the top of Mount Alhambra?" the baron continued, "You don't know, so you don't understand Mr. Earl. Why are my hands red and swollen today! I am the lord of Rambo Town at the foot of the southern slope of the Alhambra Mountain!" He stood up and said impassionedly to the surroundings, "In this extremely cold winter, Mr. Earl almost froze to fulfill his father's last wish The fingers of his own hands, because he forbids others to touch his father's remains! Just the other day, on the top wind of the Alhambra, I witnessed what is true loyalty and what is true Darling!"

There was silence.

"David, you are serious. We all know what kind of lord father is. His generosity, kindness, and integrity will always be remembered by the people of Alhambra. At the peak, witness that I lead Alhambra to a brighter tomorrow." I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and after giving an impassioned speech, I turned to the others and said, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm tired , Hans, look after this place for me, I'm going to change clothes."

I pulled Hans out, and then walked up the spiral staircase tremblingly supported by the servant.

At first, there were sporadic applause from below, and then the applause spread throughout the hall.

I don't know if it's useful, how many people will believe it, but there are always people who will believe it, especially those muscular friends of my father, most of whom can be captured by so-called feelings.I planted this seed in the winter and didn't care if it germinated in the spring.

I lay on the bed and rested. I talked too much today. I closed my clothes and fell asleep.

"Sir, wake up." Hans came back smelling of alcohol.

"Hans? Why are you back? The plant juice you gave me is really good, and it turned red and swollen when I applied it. David's performance is also very hard. After this performance, I feel more at ease with those old guys up." I said.

Hans didn't answer thank you as usual, he wasn't shy or commented, he just kept undressing me.

"By the way, didn't I say that you have to find a lady to be your mistress before you can climb up? Why are you back, are you not working hard?" I sat on the edge of the bed with a flattering smile so that he could change into my pajamas for me.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I have someone I like." Hans drank the wine, his voice became obviously louder, and he was no longer awkward or shy.

"Hey? This is rare, who is it?" I asked him.

Hans didn't answer, just knelt suddenly on the ground, between my legs.

The next moment, some parts of me were wrapped in warmth.

The author has something to say: ah, the promise before the sunset has not been fulfilled, I am playing high in the snow today, give me some snow

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