Daiyu is also being attacked today [Red Mansion]

Zhu Ziqi, who was thirteen years old, said to Daiyu who barely turned ten years old:

"Yu'er, will you marry me?"

The two were so close, Zhu Ziqi could only see the little girl's lips as soft as a rose, her small chin, and the fine fluff on her chin.

His eyes were originally blown by the soft wind in the gaps between the rose petals, but now they stopped suddenly. Zhu Ziqi couldn't see Daiyu's eyes. He suddenly became nervous, his mouth was dry, and every second he spoke is infinitely stretched.

During this infinitely extended time, Zhu Ziqi thought of various possibilities.

Daiyu might refuse - her identity is a mystery, she seems to be erratic and precarious, although she has the status of a childhood sweetheart, she doesn't spend much time with her in reality, so she doesn't need to struggle at all when she refuses;

Daiyu might be angry - she is such a delicate person, and she is so aggressive, I am afraid she has been offended;

Daiyu might... might agree.

Zhu Ziqi didn't dare to think about the last possibility. He was afraid and didn't want to wait for an answer.

"No, don't talk, I just asked you to practice, not to you. So it's not so difficult to say it hahahaha."

Zhu Ziqi smiled and wanted to ask He Sheng to beat him to death. What did he say? It wasn't what he was thinking at all. Who else could he say to Yu'er?

But when he thought of her rejection, the young man couldn't help but feel like a drum beating, he wanted to nip all this in the bud.

The soft touch on the eyelids was gone, and Zhu Ziqi raised his head in a daze, only to realize that the little girl took her hand away and was looking at him indistinctly.

Zhu Ziqi instinctively felt that something was wrong.

When the young girl grows up, her gestures are extraordinary and refined, and when she is not smiling, she has the aura of being in a high position.

Daiyu lowered her eyelids, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth, but this smile made her momentum even stronger:

"Not to me, who else do you want to talk to?"

Zhu Ziqi swallowed, feeling that if he could not answer this question well, it might be more dangerous than the most difficult situation he had ever encountered.

"actually……"

His voice was like a mosquito, which annoyed the little girl, she frowned and reached out to grab Zhu Ziqi's belt.

——She wanted to imitate He Sheng and pull Zhu Ziqi up from the chair, but seeing He Sheng did it lightly, she never expected how her strength would compare with those of martial arts practitioners?

Even with all his strength, he didn't shake Zhu Ziqi at all, but because of too much force, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell in the direction of Zhu Ziqi!

In a panic, Daiyu stretched out her arms to support Zhu Ziqi's chest, barely stabilizing her figure.

I still don't forget to ask fiercely: "Who do you want to talk to?"

Zhu Ziqi looked at the little girl who was close at hand, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank.

He only felt that he was like a container containing his heart, everything was empty, only his frantically beating heart was showing favor to Daiyu.

The little girl's palm was covering the young man's heart, her eyes, which were especially bright because of her anger, flashed a trace of doubt, and she pressed her palm down again.

Plop, plop.

Plop plop plop.

It was the heartbeat, which became faster, stronger, and even hotter. The flame burned through the skin and clothes to the little girl's palm, and Daiyu withdrew her hand like an electric shock.

But she forgot that the weight of her whole body was supported on that arm, retracted the arm, and her body fell directly into Zhu Ziqi's arms.

Zhu Ziqi's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then beat faster than before!

The centenarian girl was ashamed and annoyed, struggling to get up, but her strength was nothing compared to He Sheng, not even Zhu Ziqi.

The boy didn't know what was wrong, his arms tightly wrapped around the little girl in his arms like cast iron.

Throughout her past and present lives, a centenarian girl has never done anything so out of bounds with anyone!

Daiyu held back her embarrassment: "Let go!"

The young man shook his head: "Don't let go."

It wasn't the first time he hugged Daiyu, but no matter if it was mourning hall or Xue Beng, he always acted in a hurry, and he also hugged milk dumplings.

This time it was the girl Daiyu who was holding her.

It was the first time he embraced the young girl Daiyu after he made clear his intentions.

Zhu Ziqi ignited unparalleled courage in his chest: "Yu'er, marry me, okay? You don't have to rush to agree, but you trust me and give me three years. When you are old enough, I will definitely give you what you want. life, and then tell me your answer."

He seemed to be convincing Daiyu and himself that he was not asking for an answer, but a promise.

If I can give it and you want it, then you can consider whether to agree; if I can't do it, or you don't want it, then I just want to see you happy.

He rested his chin on the little girl's forehead and spoke very seriously.

After a long time, only a buzzing voice came from his chest: "Okay."

Subtle, timid, yet firm.

Zhu Ziqi was very pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

She agreed, even though she only agreed to wait for him for three years, in fact, she didn't agree to anything, but he was already ecstatic.

Taking advantage of his diversion, Daiyu quickly stood up and walked away, blushing and said:

"If you promise, you won't lie. Since you want me to wait for you for three years, shouldn't you tell me the truth?"

How clever she is, she immediately understood that Zhu Ziqi was here to say goodbye.

Zhu Ziqi didn't have time to regret that his arms were empty, and when he heard Daiyu's question, he raised his heart again.

This is another high-risk issue.

In fact, it wasn't that he wanted to hide Daiyu deliberately, it was just that he was afraid of involving her in it, but hiding it to make her worry was protection.

It's too difficult for him. In his previous life, he must have been a strategist who couldn't even write a number one scholar.

Under the firm eyes of the little girl, Zhu Ziqi opened his mouth after deliberation.

"The battle in the northwest frontier is tight. The nomads are brave and good at fighting. Our soldiers are not opponents. They set their sights on mechanism skills."

Mechanisms have been handed down since ancient times, and there are very few people who understand the essence of them. Zhu Ziqi is one of them.Soldiers are mortals after all, but the use of mechanism techniques in warfare can enhance the combat effectiveness of ordnance and greatly reduce the casualties of our soldiers.

"They sent an ancient book with structural diagrams of large-scale ballista, trans-firing machine, small ten-arrow crossbow, mechanism ball, etc., and asked me to restore them."

Daiyu had also seen some of these when reading ancient books. Just talking about the ten-arrow crossbow, you can activate the iron arrows and fire ten arrows in a row, which has great lethality.If our fighters are equipped, the combat power will be doubled.

Speaking of this, Zhu Ziqi looked confused: "Do you think what I did is right or wrong? The war caused the people to be displaced, poorly clothed and hungry, and even killed on the spot by the war. But I was doing it for them. Make more weapons."

A pair of hands held his, which was icy cold, calming down the confusion in his heart.

"There is nothing wrong with the weapons themselves, it is the people who use them that are wrong. You are just trying to end the war quickly and let the people get rid of the effects of the war as quickly as possible. If there are no people who do these things, how can there be a stable and peaceful life in the rear?"

Daiyu's glutinous voice rang out, dispelling the struggle in Zhu Ziqi's eyes.

He looked at the little girl for a moment, then smiled.

"it is good."

There is no easy life in this world, but someone helps you carry the burden forward.

I wish Ziqi will return to the capital for a long time, and he likes to sit on the city wall and watch all kinds of people in the city, watching them quarrel over trivial matters and reconcile over trivial matters.

Thinking of the soldiers shrouded in horse leather at the border and the land stained rouge with blood, I just feel how happy the people are.

He glanced at the little girl, relaxed because of her understanding, and even more reluctant because she was so good.

As dusk fell, the self-propelled clock rang, and the next time it rang, it was time to go to Jiamu's for dinner.

Seeing that parting was approaching, Zhu Ziqi took out a wooden box from his bosom.

Every time he came to see Daiyu, he would always send something, which made Shuangwan very dissatisfied with him.

Although she was happy to see the girl being cared for, as the big girl in charge of managing all items in Daiyu's house, she really didn't like to see so many useless but very important things in the house.

For example, the gadgets he sent.

But Daiyu likes it very much, even if she doesn't say it, Shuang Wan knows it.

Daiyu took the box, and when she opened it, she saw a wooden ball the size of a fist. When she examined it carefully, she could also see that it was covered with dense patterns.

After a moment of silence, Daiyu asked, "Trick ball?"

She has also seen it in ancient books. When the mechanism is not triggered, it looks like an ordinary wooden ball. Once the mechanism is pressed, the surface of the wooden ball will open one after another. The entire sphere will become more than ten times larger, and several sliding rails protrude from the inside. Being able to shoot hidden weapons soaked in poison is also a very lethal thing.

Daiyu looked at Zhu Ziqi coldly: "He Sheng!"

Zhu Ziqi: "Don't worry! This is a token of love!"

Daiyu:?

The voice of He who was called in:?

He Sheng was so confused that he went out again.

Daiyu glared at Zhu Ziqi with a blushing face: "Who has made an appointment with you? If you say Meng Lang's words like this again, I'll ask Mr. Zhu for a review."

Zhu Ziqi looked sad: "I will be away for three years soon, and I want to leave you something to look at and think about others."

Daiyu blushed and continued to stare at him: "You pay it back!"

Zhu Ziqi used both hands and feet to open the mechanism ball: "Look at this, look at this."

After triggering the mechanism, there was only a very rhythmic clicking sound, and the surface of the inconspicuous wooden ball began to change. It turned out that the ball was made of wooden blocks of appropriate size. After rearranging and combining, it finally turned into a rose flower.

It is obviously clumsy wood, but it is lifelike when assembled into flowers. The petals seem to be blown by the wind and cling to each other, and there is a small paper scroll in the middle of the stamen.

Zhu Ziqi took out the paper roll and put it in Daiyu's hand, stretched out his fingers, and smoothed the paper roll in the little girl's palm.

There are words on the scroll.

Daiyu was about to watch, but Zhu Ziqi interrupted her dissatisfiedly.

"Look at me."

The boy persisted stubbornly.

Daiyu had no choice but to raise her head, seeing the young man staring into her eyes, and read out the words on the scroll word by word.

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness."

The author has something to say: When writing this chapter, I have been considering whether to set the token of love as the string of wagtail-scented rosary beads in the original book, but after careful review of the information, I found that the meaning of this string of beads is brotherly love, so I gave up up.

After thinking about it, let the hero who dances the gun hold a carving knife and transform the mechanism ball he designed for the battlefield into a boudoir-like thing, which has a special flavor.

Zhu Ziqi: I am happy to do anything for Yuer n(**)n

Daiyu: Then you compete with He Sheng.

Zhu Ziqi: ... Madam, I choose to compare my heart biu~

ps What to write in the next book is a problem. Red House can’t think of a good stalk (I originally wanted to write Bao Dai’s book, and the cover is ready, but it seems that many people don’t eat Bao Dai, and the stalk is not very good.), so I plan to jump Frequently write about the male supporting role's counterattack, interested little angels can accept it~

"Quick Transmigration" shuttles through the [Scumbags] library to help the male partners live a wonderful life.