Minato Palace Scheming

The reaction was very quick, and there was no laziness after sleep. It was just that the words spit out from Gascogne's pink lips were rigid. Although the voice was pleasant, it had a strong sense of machinery.

"Master? Isn't Gascony a maid?" Ying Hui asked strangely.

"No, Gascogne is a ship and a weapon. If the master wants me to refer to you by other names, please give an order."

Compared with Richelieu, Ying Hui's ability to accept is much stronger. Thinking that he is a robot should be regarded as a kind of cuteness.

So Ying Hui tentatively ordered, "Call me brother."

"Yes, brother."

"Call Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Call me Lord Suffrin."

"Yes, Lord Suffrin."

"Call me Dog Show Kingsama."

"Yes, Gouxiu Jinsama."

"Forget it, let's call the master."

"Yes, Master."

If it was scary after this round, he would probably have hit Yinghui's chest with his fists, but Gascogne was still neither humble nor overbearing, and just faithfully carried out the order.

Ying Hui stroked his chin and said, "It seems that Gascogne has been deeply involved in the drama."

"This child may have always thought of herself as a mechanical demon because there was no physical ship in history." Richelieu stroked Gascogne's hair and said, "She always said that her emotional module is still She hasn’t opened up yet, she’s always been so rigid, and I’ve thought of many ways, hoping that she can understand emotions and fun, and stop closing her heart, but she didn’t succeed, I’m really a failed sister.”

In history, four Richelieu-class battleships were originally planned to be built, but only two were actually completed. Gascogne was the fourth ship, which only existed on drawings in history, and Champagne was a modification of Gascogne. , It is a void ship.

However, the blueprint ship in the port area is not the only one in Gascogne, and there are also void-built ships like Champagne, and Ron is. Although they also have various personality problems, they are not self-enclosed into one robot.

"Sister Richelieu, I am in good condition, and you have taken good care of me. You don't need to define yourself so negatively."

"Well, Gascogne is a good boy, maybe I'm persistent." Richelieu said with a smile, but the smile seemed a bit bitter.

"No, no, Richelieu, you are indeed a little obsessed with Jean Bart, but Gascogne's behavior is obviously not right." Ying Hui squatted in front of Gascogne who was sitting by the bed, and said, "Gascogne Scogne, you call me master, so you will carry out my orders, right?"

"Yes, Gascogne will fight for the master and destroy any enemies who stand in the way of the master."

"Okay, very energetic, but you don't have to do this now." Ying Hui said, "Gascogne, I order you to laugh."

"Yes."

Gascogne responded, stretched out his hands, and pulled up the corners of his mouth on both sides, forming a weird smiling face.

"What... is this a smile?"

"Doesn't it count? It is impossible to analyze the tactical significance of this behavior, and it is impossible to understand."

Ying Hui thought for a while, and then ordered: "Put your hands down, put your hands behind your back, and don't move both hands until I give the order."

"Yes." Gascogne executed without complaint.

"Gascogne, listen up, let me tell you a joke." Ying Hui searched his head and said, "Saratoga becomes Gascogne when he grows up, you know why ?"

Gascogne said: "Saratoga is an aircraft carrier. Unless the owner completely remodels it, it cannot become a battleship like Gascogne."

"How is it impossible?" Ying Hui said, "Saratoga is little Gaga, and when he grows up, he will become your big Gaga, although it is really impossible for little Gaga to grow up, hahahaha..."

Gascogne was expressionless, while Richelieu twitched at the corner of his mouth, thinking that I had already used this trick, and Commander, your joke couldn't even make me laugh, let alone Gascogne. Cogne is gone.

Ying Hui laughed twice, and also realized that his joke seemed a bit cold, so in order to cover up his embarrassment, he said to Richelieu: "Just now I wanted to try it out, so I don't laugh like this, it's really not true that Gascogne is in the play." Generally deep."

"Yes, I understand."

"Next, I will try physical contact. I didn't intend to take advantage of Gascogne. As a sister, Richelieu, you want to testify for me."

"Commander, don't worry, if you can really wake up Gascogne's feelings, I will only be happy."

Ying Hui nodded, the simplest physical method is physical contact, the two most sensitive places on the human body, the soles of the feet don't fit right now, so only the itchy flesh in the waist is left.

Gently caressing Gascogne's supple waist, even through a layer of silk skirt, you can feel the softness like spring water.

Putting his hand on it, Ying Hui observed Gascogne's movement, but still had the same expression just now, and there was no movement.

After exerting a little force and gently kneading, Gascogne tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand Ying Hui's intention, but he still didn't respond.

Silence is the biggest sneer, Ying Hui got a little angry, and took out the technique of rubbing the big brother's plump mountain in the office in the morning, and began to rub heavily, while still giving guidance on his mouth——

"Gascogne, don't hold back, laugh when you feel like laughing."

"Aren't the toes fastened? Don't bear it, it will suffocate."

"Don't you really feel..."

Ying Hui gave up, the main thing was to touch it again, Gascogne didn't feel it, but he might feel it.

"It doesn't seem to work, Gascogne, you can let go of your hands." Ying Hui didn't give up, and asked, "Do you really not feel it?"

"Gascogne, unusually high temperature."

Ying Hui covered his forehead, so he worked so hard for so long, the result is friction and heat?

Chapter 270 The Most Beautiful Iris Blooms in Front of the Commander

"Unusual high temperature, master, what's wrong with Gascogne?" I still feel pity for the charming and pretty face, but there is no expression, no matter how white and mouthless, it seems to lack a bit of naturalness.

"If the teacher who taught me physics in junior high school is not wrong, it should be heat generated by friction."

"It turns out that this is...friction heat generation."

The high temperature and abnormal beating of the core components affected Gascogne's thinking and judgment. For the first time, she misjudged the existence of objective laws.

And Ying Hui gave up for the time being, he thought about it, Richelieu must have used many methods to stimulate Gascogne for so many days, but she didn't succeed, it was only three or two times that he could produce results.

"Gascogne, you rest first."

"Yes, the core temperature is rising, Gascogne, and needs to be repaired."

Ying Hui and Richelieu left Gascogne's room and walked along the corridor to the terrace where they had dinner with Jean Bart that night. Although it was the first ten days of March, the subtropical noon sun was already a bit harsh, and it was difficult to shade the sun. Under the shade of the shed, you can see the endless blue sea. In this sunshine, even seagulls don’t want to hunt at this time. Maybe go get some French fries somewhere.

Richelieu leaned on the railing, a ray of sunlight pierced through her golden bangs, adding a touch of shadow to her picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

"Commander, believe it now. I really have a younger sister who needs to be taken care of. I don't have time. I'm not looking for a reason."

"Mine." Ying Hui felt a little annoyed, and said, "To be honest, I really thought that Richelieu was angry with me at first, so you deliberately found a reason to shirk it. Yes, and this time I came here to say that I want to help, but in fact, I didn’t help at all.”

"It's already intentional for the commander to come here." Richelieu pursed his lips lightly, looked at the sea in the distance, and said, "Actually, it's still my fault in the final analysis, or I didn't do well enough, and all this The matter that should have been dealt with by me was pushed to the Commander, just like Jean Barr, I couldn't communicate with her properly, and I just expected the Commander to help me, this is a chance to shirk responsibility..."

As Richelieu talked, she got more and more into the mood. Originally, she wanted to use the situation of her sisters to win the sympathy of the commander, but in fact, no matter whether it was champagne, Gascogne, or even Jean Bart who was not here. He acted in his true colors, without any communication beforehand.That is to say, what wins the sympathy of the commander is not the misfortune deliberately displayed, but the real facts. How ironic is this?What's more, not to mention my sisters, but myself, how sad it is to use such a method to treat the Commander I love, but I can't make him realize my charm until now?

"Let Barr disagree with my ideas, and I can't reconcile this contradiction, making Iris, the most powerful battleship other than me, always drifting away from everyone, this is unqualified as a leader."

"Gascogne closes her heart and protects herself as a mechanical demon. I can't let her feel the colorfulness of this world, and I can't open her heart so that she can feel emotion and warmth. My sister is not qualified."

"Champagne is obviously by our side, but she considers herself an observer. Even if she knows that the world is full of emotions, she just keeps away and observes it blindly. I can't persuade her to experience the beauty of this world for herself, and I am often persuaded by her. It is the dereliction of duty of a cardinal who preaches the Gospel of God."

"Some people say that I bring disasters of war and hate me, some people fear me because of my status as a cardinal, some even hate me as a stubborn religious believer... and besides leading Iris's companions to victory, in fact I can’t do anything, I’m not qualified as a leader, I’m not qualified as a sister, I’m not qualified as a cardinal…”

Tears welled up in Richelieu's light purple pupils, and the crystal tears overflowed from the eye sockets, dripping down the smooth and fair cheeks, reflecting the sun's rays at the sharp corner of his chin, but Richelieu was not Crying with a sad face, because these words are just a summary of myself, not self-pity or self-abandonment.

"Ah, I really failed."

After finishing speaking, Richelieu smiled, not a wry smile, but a cheerful smile after expressing her heart. She is the leader who leads Iris forward. She may not understand people's hearts, but she knows that she must move forward, and she will never stop moving forward, because others They were all looking at her, and she was looking at herself.

Ying Hui couldn't move his eyes from Richelieu's words, Richelieu's reaction, and everything about Richelieu.

The pear blossoms were raining, but they were shining brightly. The Richelieu in front of him was so holy but also lovable. If he didn't respond at this time, Ying Hui himself would not forgive himself.

"That's right, if it's what you said, then you are indeed a failure."

The commander's words were like a whip, slashing at Richelieu's heart, making her breathless, but she knew that what the commander said was right, because it was her own - the Archbishop of Iris's condemnation.

But then, she saw Ying Hui walking in front of her, reaching out and stroking her fair chin, gently wiping away the tears.

"But you are not the only one who failed. I also failed. Let Barr's rebellion, Gascogne's closure, and Champagne's onlookers, these are not only your responsibility, but also my responsibility as a commander. It should have been done, but I didn't."

Ying Hui took Richelieu's hand, pulled her gently, and hugged her slender body in his arms. The two hot bodies were pressed against each other tightly. Next to Richelieu's beautiful earlobe was Ying Hui's scorching heat. lips, the breath that spits out seems to be as hot as burning the ear canal.

"Even so, it's not my biggest failure as a commander. The last thing I should do is to ignore your pain, Richelieu, and put all the pressure on your shoulders, until now I hear your pain. I realized this only after talking about it, and as a commander, I really failed."

"No, Commander..."

Richelieu was eager to explain, but Ying Hui pinched the soft flesh on her waist and interrupted her: "Don't explain for me, we are both losers, if you want to atone, let us Redeem together, if we want to go to hell, then let us go to hell together, don’t bear it alone, just rely on me, don’t you trust your commander?”

Biting his lips, Richelieu's heart was beating violently, his slender legs trembled slightly, and he could hardly stand up straight under the friction between his body and his flesh.

"I trust the Commander, but..."

"No buts."

Ying Hui gently opened Richelieu, looked down at her pretty blushing face, the pear blossoms were rainy and bright, "I ask you, Richelieu, if your god really wants us to go to hell, are you willing to accompany us?" me?"

There is no need to hesitate at all, Richelieu no longer explained anything, she lightly opened her lips and smiled——

"Of course I would."

"Then that's enough."

After saying this, Ying Hui lowered his head and held her slender and plump lips, and the Archbishop of Iris was also in this sacred church, embracing Ying Hui's neck, and passionately dedicated her supreme sweetness.

The most beautiful irises are blooming in the sun.

Chapter 270 Make a mistake and make a mistake, not suitable for children

On the sea in the afternoon, there are only sparkling waves under the sunlight, and the never-ending waves beat the embankment one after another. Among the reefs not far away, there are faintly visible small black spots one by one, which are the girls on patrol. , Will they see the figure cuddling together on the terrace?Maybe not, because these serious and responsible people will only cast their vigilant eyes on the distant sea area, and they will not find this surprise that makes people blush and heartbeat.

I don't know how long it took——

The French-style intimacy made the two of them distraught and fascinated. Originally, it was just a matter of course, and they naturally grabbed each other's temperature. Then, under the rapid breathing and heartbeat, their emotions were gradually lost in the warm contact.

Until Ying Hui's restless hands gradually made some excessive moves, and so on, Richelieu came to his senses instead.

Biting his lips lightly, Richelieu tried his best to make a sound: "... no... um... no..."

Ying Hui, who knows the taste by heart, hadn't eaten meat for two days. Richelieu's slight resistance and intermittent moans made him even more excited, and the railing was bent a little under the weight of the two of them.

"Don't... this is outside..."

In desperation, Richelieu stepped on Ying Hui's foot with a little force, which made him calm down. No matter how much he couldn't help it, let it be during the daytime. This place is still outdoors. If the influence is not good, it is also dissatisfying to Richelieu. respect.