duke and writer

"Brother Prison Guard, I've been imprisoned for almost a year. When will Your Majesty calm down?" The blond young man holding on to the railing asked unwillingly, "Your Majesty won't forget me, will you?"

"If I were you, sir," the prison guard looked into those pitiful blue eyes indifferently, "I would pray that His Majesty the King would never think of me." After finishing speaking, he ignored the other party's persistent questions and continued Check forward.

"The one next door," the writer with dark circles under his eyes couldn't bear it, and hammered the bed board heavily, "Do you have to do this every day?!"

——It has been a week in a row, every morning before dawn, he would wake up to the loud noise of this inmate slapping the railing, it is really...

"Eh? New here, so you're not dumb!" The young man's surprised voice came from the wall beside the bed, "My name is Jin, what's your name? How did you get in here?"

"..." An Mixiu began to seriously consider whether he should sleep in the bathroom of this cell tonight.

"...I don't want to, but it's too boring to be locked up here—what the hell is this prison! Not only is there no release, you don't even have to do hard labor. The number of people locked up in this area is small, and they have gone crazy for a year. , let’s go, I’m the only one left. It’s hard to wait for you, and you still haven’t talked to me..."

"..."

"Hey! Newcomer, how about this—you talk to me, and I won't provoke the prison guards anymore, how about it?"

The writer sat up straight when he heard the words, "You promise?"

"Guaranteed guaranteed!"

"My name is An Mixiu," he tapped on the wall beside the bed, "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Why did you come in?" the guy next door asked excitedly.

"Oh, why did you come in?"

"Me? I don't know. The little king asked me to paint his portrait, but I was imprisoned before I could paint."

"that's it?"

"Yeah, they all said that my words were offensive, but I didn't say anything!"

"Nobles are like this, sensitive and hypocritical."

"That's right," the painter said angrily, slapping his thigh, "Fortunately, I also proposed to help him modify the baby fat!"

"Uh... you said... what, what?"

"Huh? What?"

"Baby fat?"

"Isn't it normal for Your Majesty to be a little baby fat at that age?"

"You said he—baby fat?"

"Why, this word should not be insulting..." The neighbor fell into silence, and after a while, the wall shook suddenly, "Could it be that this word has any special meaning to His Majesty?"

"..." Mr. Writer couldn't help falling into a long silence.

But at this moment, on the high throne of the meeting hall, His Majesty the "baby fat" king is full of chills.

After being respectfully invited into the palace gate by the attendants, Lei Shi ignored the ugly face of the superior, bowed and saluted as usual, and reported the current domestic affairs.

"Thunder Lion!" The young king finally couldn't control his anger.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" His Excellency the Duke said calmly.

"—Pick it up." Garderos raised his chin, his eyes glanced at the crown that rolled down on the carpet at some point.

"Your Majesty, what do you think it is, that you can throw it around casually?" Lei Shi glanced at the shiny object not far away, and said "tsk" impatiently, but he didn't mean to bend down at all.

"The people from the Papal Kingdom just came here," the king looked down at his vassal, "I agreed to him according to what you told me, but he still wants me to give him some proof, so I will give it to him." ——" As he spoke, Garderos grinned at the crown below, "It's just that he didn't dare to ask for it."

"And then? Let me guess, before he left, did he express deep sympathy for His Majesty's situation?" The young duke paused and let out a sneer, "But you are not so easily provoked by others , presumably it was because the person had left to think about it for a while, and felt that what the guy said was quite in line with his current situation..."

"Thunder Lion!" Garderos gnashed his teeth and roared, "Here, I, pick it up, bring it back."

Lei Shi glanced at the angry expression of the young king, shrugged his shoulders wordlessly, finally bent down slowly and picked up the crown on the ground, and strode up the steps to the side near the throne.

"What is this, Your Majesty?" he asked.

The man handed the heavy object in front of the young man's eyes, and the huge crystal lamp above his head poured down a large area of ​​bright and clear light, making the gemstones inlaid with the crown reflect more dazzling fire.

"—This is the royal family emblem." The totem of the lion and the sword carved in the most prominent position is exquisite and majestic, "You and I have sworn to it, and every vow that comes out of my mouth, I will definitely Do it one by one, how about you, Your Majesty?"

"Of course I can!" The young king gripped the armrest of the throne and stood up abruptly.

"Okay," the Duke nodded, changed his previous contempt, and carefully picked up the crown and put it on the slightly messy blond hair, "The subject will wait and see." He smiled.

Gaderos was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately patted off the other party's hand that hadn't been retracted.

"Go down." He sat back on the throne and said coldly.

Lei Shi didn't say any more this time, walked back down and stood still, and repeated the political affairs that were half reported before, that's all, he didn't forget to tickle the corners of his mouth and reminded, "By the way, Your Majesty, when you are in a hurry to get it back Before you take power, please learn to take your homework seriously, as your essay on national policy is not as profound as a third-rate novel written by a semi-literate writer."

"What did you say?!"

"Also, next time I find out that you asked someone else to write for you, it will be a one-month confinement."

"Leishi! You turned against you!"

"My grandfather's captain's cap is much more beautiful than that piece of gold on your head—I'm not blind, but am I? What am I trying to do?"

"……roll!"

……

A section of the Bastion Prison—

"Eh?! Really?" The blond young man clenched the railing tightly, almost poking his head out of the gap, "No way... Isn't the Regent's reputation pretty good?"

"That's his hypocrisy!" An Mixiu hammered on the iron railing angrily, "Besides, he is now in charge of Lei Shi, who dares to say that he is not?"

"Why don't you just say it, and use the length of a book."

"...so I came in."

"It seems to be oh... well, how can a person like him be so powerful!"

"But to be fair, his political skills are really good."

"Well, I also heard that he also has a fleet, and he can bring back a lot of gold and silver treasures every time he sails."

"Oh, that guy is not willing to give up," An Mixiu lowered his hair and let out a chuckle, "If... Maybe he will really be a good captain."

"It's strange," the painter tilted his head, his words were confused, "I feel like you don't hate him as much as you said."

Mr. Writer was also taken aback when he heard the words, "Really?" He looked up at the gray ceiling for a while, "Maybe." He said softly.

"Eh...why?"

"Tell me why..." An Mixiu thought for a moment, and when he tapped his forehead, he suddenly felt that it was funny. He was really locked up, so why bother with such ignorant problems.

However, Jin next door was still asking relentlessly, he was thinking about how to prevaricate the other party, suddenly a flash of inspiration——

"Leishi's star picture is very beautiful."

The young writer half-joked.

Standing in the shadow of the iron gate, the Duke couldn't help but suffocate. Although the leather gloves on his cheeks relieved the scorching heat a little, the rapid and heavy heartbeat still made him feel overwhelmed—he just wanted to see An Mi In Xiu's state, it's best to take this opportunity to soften that stubborn attitude. When I came here, I just heard the two talking about the fleet. I was curious and wanted to hear it, but I didn't expect...

The fist clenched and loosened, but he couldn't move, his Adam's apple fluctuated up and down restlessly, Lei Shi gritted his teeth, and was about to walk in——

"What, I can also draw the starry sky!"

"Aren't you a portrait painter?"

"I also paint landscapes very well," Jin Qiyao said proudly, "It's also very valuable."

"LOL, really?"

"Of course!"

"Well... well, then you are indeed much better than him," An Mixiu shook his head amusedly, "Are you satisfied?"

——The direction in which someone raised his leg suddenly deviated.

The painter was about to respond, but was shocked by the sudden loud noise.

"——I'm not satisfied." The iron door that was kicked open creaked, and a gloomy man walked out of it.

Seeing this, the young writer raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh? Your Excellency Duke, do you really mean this?"

As if he couldn't feel the oppressive gaze of the other party, he raised his face and revealed a smile that could dazzle people's eyes, "That's it——I'm satisfied."

"An Mixiu," Lei Shi laughed back angrily, dangling a bunch of keys outside the railing, "Don't you think I really can't do anything about you?"

"It's getting late, and I'm planning to rest," the writer said, sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs and smiling provocatively, "Why, sir, come in at this time, are you planning to come here?"

"..."

The key hit the ground with a loud thud.

"...Lei Shi, why are you blushing?!"