The Face Changing Warrior

When Roddy walked to the door, Ms. Shafei had already deliberately left behind him, and then quietly left.

Pushing the door open, Roddy saw Miao Ge's figure.

Miao Ge sat in front of a mirror with her back to the door and combed her hair. Her soft back was facing Roddy, her hair as soft as satin casually draped behind her back, her ten slender fingers gently held a white jade comb. . The flawless jade comb slipped slowly across the hair, and the elegant and skillful movements seemed to be like a peculiar rhythmic dance.

For a moment, Roddy was almost stunned.

With a soft sigh and hearing the footsteps, Miao Ge did not look back, just the cold voice: "Are you here again?"

Roddy opened his mouth, breathed out slowly, and smiled bitterly: "How do you know it's me?"

Miao Ge turned her head, that delicate face was still indifferent. She took a deep look at Roddy, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth—even though it was a smile, she smiled so indifferently.

"You know, I have a special skill. As long as I hear a person's footsteps once, then I will remember it. Next time I just hear the footsteps again, and I don't need to look at them to know who it is."

After saying this, Miao Ge turned around and continued to comb his hair. Roddy took a few steps, trying to say something, but didn't know what to say to this indifferent beauty. In fact, even he himself didn't know why he would come to see Miao Ge at this time.

Maybe it's because Miao Ge is one of the few people who know that he is a fake. For another person who knows his greatest secret, there is always an inexplicable closeness in his inner subconscious.

Fortunately, Miao Ge quickly finished combing her hair, and she gently stood up. Roddy discovered that Miao Ge was only wearing a thin silk robe, without any dressing up, and a delicate face without any modification.

"Sorry, I just got up, and I haven't finished my makeup yet." Miao Ge's rare face showed a blush, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With such a shallow smile, the indifferent aura from her body was swept away. It's as if the spring breeze melted snow and ice suddenly, and spring flowers suddenly bloomed. Roddy's heart jumped violently a few times, and took a deep breath before suppressing the strange throbbing in his heart.

But this warm smile was only a flash, and when the smile disappeared, the faint indifference on Miao Ge's face returned.

"Sit down, Lord Duke." Her voice was soft, but her tone was still indifferent. It seemed that her indifference was mixed with some mockery. Roddy smiled bitterly, knowing that she was mocking herself as a fake, thinking of this, Roddy's heart relaxed a bit-in the imperial capital, except in front of Nicole, Roddy must pretend before anyone He, but the beauty in front of him knew that he was a fake, Roddy felt an extremely relaxed, because he no longer had to pretend to be here.

"I am leaving the imperial capital tomorrow." Roddy sat down slowly, his expression relaxed.

Miao Ge smiled slightly, but stretched out a jade arm to support it on the table and gently raised his cheek to look at Roddy.

"Go to war, Northwest." Roddy continued.

It was not easy to notice that the palm of Miao Ge's cheek rested suddenly trembling, and then she gently said, "Is it dangerous?"

Roddy nodded and said, "It's very dangerous, but it's not what I'm afraid of. It's just that I have a ridiculous feeling in my heart now. You...you should understand it?"

Miao Ge looked at Roddy's eyes, and suddenly a strange expression appeared on his face: "Thank you."

"What?" Roddy was stunned for a moment, and then understood in his heart-he was thanking himself instead of the real Sete! If you don’t have yourself, then Sete might be the one who went on the battlefield desperately! She...she is thanking Dorset...

For no reason, a trace of irritation rose in Roddy's heart, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You don't have to thank me for him! I... Although it is a fake, this is my duty! I..."

Miao Ge's eyes looked at Roddy, his gaze shifted to Roddy's face, then he smiled slightly and interrupted Roddy's words: "No, you misunderstood what I meant."

"Huh?" Roddy was startled.

The smile slowly bloomed at the corner of Miao Ge’s mouth, and her eyes softened slightly: "I thank you because you are willing to tell me what you are thinking about. You regard me as a trustworthy friend, Instead of..." At this point, she stretched out a slender finger and pointed to the outside—even though the door was closed, the outside voice still faintly came in.

"Not them." At the last few words, Miao Ge's face gradually dimmed, and there was a bit of deep sadness in his eyes.

"Do you know? You are the second man I have met in so many years who did not treat me as a plaything." Miao Ge said indifferently: "Yesterday Bayan came here, but he didn't dare to do anything to me. He I've long been attracted to me. Huh..." Her tone was a little helpless and sad: "In fact, no man who has seen me can forget me. But you are different, unlike Bayan and the others."

"Are we...me and Dorset?" Roddy felt a bitterness in his mouth. He himself didn't understand why he had such strange thoughts in his heart. In fact, he only saw this woman twice even today!

"Yes." Miao Ge stood up slowly, she turned around and took out a small bottle from a cabinet behind her, then came back to sit down, and handed it to Roddy.

"I brewed it myself. It's not the same as other wines. I never give it to others. You can try it."

Roddy took the bottle, and for a moment, he wanted to ask aloud: "Is this bottle of wine only drunk by Set?"

But after all, he didn't say this sentence. He just slowly took off the bottle cap, raised his head and poured a sip into his mouth. In the mouth of the wine, I only felt an unusually strong and strange aroma, a bit like a certain floral fragrance, but not entirely. And under this floral fragrance, the tongue seemed to be as hot as it was burned by the fire, and as a sip of wine swallowed, it was like a moving line of fire running down the throat and into the stomach...

Miao Ge's voice sounded softly: "I am eighteen years old this year, and I came here when I was sixteen..."

"why?"

Miao Ge took a deep look at Roddy and slowly said, "There are many miserable things in this world, and there are many similarities, so there is nothing to say."

Roddy sighed, stopped asking, picked up the bottle and took another sip.

"I don't know if I am lucky or unlucky. I ran into Sete the next day I came. I was scared and strange at the time. He didn't seem to be older than me, but he would come to this place. "At this point, there was a slight smile on Miao Ge's face, and she shook her head, and continued: "Fortunately, he is very powerful. He fell in love with me and spent a lot of money. So I have been here very much. Well, because of the influence of his family, Ms. Shafei did not let me do anything else. My daily task is to dress myself up and wait for him to see me. Sometimes he will come for a few days in a row. Sometimes he didn’t come for a few days in a row. He taught me to play the piano, teach me to sing, and then I also showed him the new dance I learned from the teacher here. At that time I was stupid, I thought I would have Can be so happy, I forgot my identity but...just a...singing girl."

When the words "sing-girl" came out of Miao Ge's beautiful little mouth, they seemed to be cruel. Roddy only felt his hands tremble slightly, and the wine in the bottle almost spilled out.