duke and writer

Recently, the Duke named Lei Shi has been a little troubled—for some reason, he always feels that others look at him strangely.

Passing through the garden outside the hall, he looked back at those gazes lightly, but only saw the tops of their heads lowering rapidly one by one.He let out an unhappy "tsk", thinking about the urgent report in his hand, he still quickened his pace.

"Hahahahahaha...he actually competed with that poor boy for a widow...and lost in the end hahahahaha...a masterpiece of the world hahahahaha..." Through the heavy door came a certain guard chief Penetrating laughter.

"Quiet, Red." The young king dissatisfied, "I want to listen to Zuma continue to read."

"Puff haha... Alright Your Majesty, I will try my best."

"Well, then I'll continue reading—" said a cold female voice, and then there was the sound of pages turning, "'...then the Duke fell down, slumped like a defeated lion, and stared at the That young man with a sharp sword in his hand is like the reckless Ares suddenly discovering the stone of wisdom hanging above his head...'”

"Bang!" The guard looked in shock at the heavy door that had been kicked open vigorously, still maintaining the gesture of about to knock.

"Your Majesty the King, what useless idle books are you reading during your studies?" The black-faced Leishi strode forward to push aside the attendant standing in front of Garderos, and slammed the official document in his hand on the desk, and then Stretch your arms to the side.

"Give it to me." He looked at the book Montezuma held in his hand.

"Hey! Pay attention to your words and attitude! Lei Shi, do you want to rebel?" Reid held down the sword at his waist and yelled unwillingly.

The king, who was sitting with his arms folded, put his legs on the desk indecently, and the sound of the strong soles of his boots colliding with the table made the air stagnate.

"Give it to him, Zuma." He ordered like this, with a playful smile on his childish face, "The Duke, who is busy with official duties, also needs to relax."

……

Lei Shi was very tired, he felt that he had shouldered too many burdens far beyond the pirate life - if the old man hadn't been the guarantor of the previous king, how could he have just formed his own pirate group and was taken back inexplicably Wang Cheng took care of the orphan, and assisted a certain little king who succeeded to the throne at the age of nine.

Now, three years have passed, and the troublesome young king still hasn't made much progress in politics, but his ability to block him has become more and more outstanding.

"Aren't you going to explain, Palos?" The half-turned book was thrown upside down in front of the bowing man, with a short title printed on the cover in angular script—"Pirate", and A strange pseudonym - "The Last Knight".

"Ah," raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, Palos looked innocent, "Is there anything wrong with this book, Your Excellency the Duke?"

"Don't play tricks in front of me, Palos," the cloudy purple eyes looked dangerous, "I'm not very patient."

"...I have indeed read this book. I didn't ban it because I thought it was wonderfully written. It's a pity. Besides, the story points to obscurity. You don't have to..."

——I didn’t say it clearly, but not everyone has a grandfather of a pirate duke, and the portrayal of the characters in the book is inexplicably similar to a certain adult in reality—except for the matter of falling in love with a widow.

"Which one do you prefer, the gallows or the guillotine?" Lei Shi turned over a page of the official document and asked without raising his head.

"Uh... Your Excellency the Duke..."

"Looking at our friendship, I will personally oversee the execution. I am very honored—" Inserting the quill back into the ink bottle, the young Duke held his hand, "Or, you would like to choose within three days, Bring that guy to me."

……

An Mixiu has been doing well recently. The great sales of several books have made him the darling of various salons, and even the queen of a neighboring country sent a letter to express her appreciation for him, and invited him to be a guest in the palace across the sea.

Holding a cup of black tea, the writer paced to the fireplace, and threw the letters and invitations under his fingertips into the crackling flames.These days, he is working on writing a biography of a great sage, and he has little interest in going to other countries to decorate the front of the oppressor.

Just as the slightly hot cup rim touched the lower lip, there was a hasty knock on the door. An Mixiu yelled to wait a moment, put down the bone china cup in his hand, and hurriedly opened the door.

"Are you An Mixiu?" Outside the door was a group of guards with swords, and servants who were obviously terrified.

"It's me." An Mixiu nodded.

"So, you also wrote "Pirate"?" The leader continued to ask.

The young writer was slightly stunned, and then smiled knowingly, without any fear in his light blue eyes, "So what? I thought writing satirical novels was not illegal in this country."

"Your Excellency, please, please come with me, Your Excellency."

……

The clatter of horseshoes finally stopped somewhere in the suburbs of the royal city, and An Mixiu jumped out of the carriage without paying attention to the guards.

After tidying up the broken hair that blocked his sight, he raised his eyes and was attracted by the solemn and gorgeous bronze gate. He saw that it was carved with complicated decorations in a delicate way comparable to jewelry carving, and in the center was a head standing on the cliff The image of a griffin roaring to the sea is truly astonishingly vivid.

The door was slowly opened, and the elder who looked like a butler made a "please" gesture, then turned and walked towards the inside of the mansion.

He followed the other party's footsteps in a daze, walked along the huge steps chiselled from pure Carrara marble, bypassed the majestic Poseidon statue, passed through the overly large inner courtyard, and finally stepped into the inner hall, where he was led Climb up the coiled stairs, walk through the well-lit and carved corridor, and finally stop at the door of the study on the second floor.

He really deserves to be an evil nobleman, An Mixiu thought angrily, loosened the scarf in front of his neck hotly, and knocked on the door in front of him with a very cultivated force even though his complexion was not very good.

"Come in." The person inside said so, with a low and lazy voice.

"It's slow, An Mixiu." Lei Shi looked at the tip of the other's nose that was dripping with sweat, and raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood, "Why, Your Excellency the Knight, didn't you come on a horse?"

"Long time no see, Lord Duke, you are still so lacking in grace," An Mixiu stared at the only chair in the room where a guy with a face full of beatings was sitting, and taunted unceremoniously, "Is it a matter of etiquette?" Didn't the teacher teach you - do you have to entertain guests in the reception room?"