duke and writer

There was only a soft sound of "Dangcang", and the delicately carved rapier fell to the ground, stirring up a little dust in the condensed air, startling the trembling laburnum blooming beside it.

"I won," the young writer at that time raised his chin and said, "Sir, I hope you will abide by the agreement." With a polite smile on his face, he handed over the sharp weapon in his hand.

Lei Shi slowly tightened his right hand that had just been numb from the shock, stared at the "knight" with a somewhat insolent attitude, and pursed his lips into a straight line.

However, An Mixiu was obviously not obsessed with a response. As soon as he turned the direction, he stuffed the hilt of the sword into the dazed Paley's hand, stepped forward and set up the injured classmate again to leave.

"Wait," said the suppressed angry voice with a hint of gnashing of teeth, "Did I say you can go?"

"Huh?" An Mixiu turned half of his face and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "But why should I listen to you?" He squinted at the other party, his blue pupils were like chalcedony soaked in spring water, Unknowingly softening the sarcasm, "——was it you who gave me the sword in my hand, or did I kiss the soil under your feet?"

"You..." The young Duke stared at those beautiful eyes for a moment, his complexion suddenly became more complicated, "—do you want to be my vassal?"

"..." The knight walking out paused, and turned his head back almost stiffly, "You are the one who loses, Ryan." He stated like this, as if looking at a hopeless man. madman.

"..."

"Boss, you..." The boy with the high ponytail touched the tip of his nose nervously, and said tentatively.

"Perry."

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"That guy dared to threaten me with the outcome of a duel."

"Threat? What are you threatening? I didn't see it..."

"Tsk," Lei Shi glanced at Paley contemptuously upon hearing this, "Didn't he threaten to be my vassal before?"

"Ah? Yes, that's right..." Paley blinked hard as he watched the back of a certain "threat person" gradually disappearing in front of his eyes.

"By the way, Paley, you can remind him another day—" the young Duke frowned, "My name is not Ryan."

"what?"

"Can't you do this little thing well?"

"Of course not! Leave it to my boss, who is absolutely fine!"

"Ah, it's really amazing, Paley." The tall evergreen tree swayed, and a white-haired young man jumped steadily in front of the two of them.

"Master Lei Shi, you are also early." After standing up straight, he greeted with a smile.

"Damn it, Palos, when were you there?" Paley, who was taken aback for a moment, widened his eyes.

"Hmm... I don't remember exactly, but when I was woken up, there were so many people around, so of course it's not easy to jump out suddenly." Palos followed Leishi who was walking forward without a word, He turned his head sideways and said, "But Paley..."

"what?"

Palos was about to say something, but his orange pupils turned slightly, "Forget it," he suddenly smiled mischievously, "It's nothing, I wish you good luck."

"..."

"—He really left?" The blond young man in the prison held the iron bars tightly and looked out.

"Why don't you go?" An Mixiu put his hands behind his head and let out a sneer, "Is it possible that you really want to come?"

"But is it really okay for you to be like this? Just now he blushed and said 'you wait' or something..."

"It's no big deal," the Mr. Writer next door snorted coldly, "at most it was just a beating, and it's not like he hasn't suffered before—after the villain lost the duel, he also found a lot of people, so I remember wrongly. He beat me for the name."

"Oh... I really don't see him as that kind of person."

"Who says it's not?" An Mixiu ground his molars and said, "The most hateful thing is that he humiliated me afterwards."

……

One day ten years ago——

"...Pelli," Lei Shi stood up with a dark face, and looked coldly at the blond boy who raised his head, "We will settle this account in the future."

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and left.

"Palos, you also heard it at the time, didn't the boss just want me to teach that guy a lesson?" Paley, who was stunned by a gust of violent reprimand, looked at a loss.

"Oh? Really? I thought our lord Leishi just wanted you to tell that kid—his name is Leishi, not Ryan."

"No way, the boss can obviously do this kind of thing by himself..."

Palos couldn't help laughing out loud, "Pelli, can you imagine Leishi running to someone to introduce himself——?"

"It seems to be true..." The boy with the high ponytail nodded seriously, but suddenly found something wrong, "Palos, you already know about this kind of thing, right?"

"What do you think?" A sly smile flashed across the orange eyes.

"Hey, you want to fight again, don't you?"

Different from the lively scene here, An Mixiu, who was recuperating in the dormitory, was almost deserted——

The young writer is leaning against the bedside to read a book at this time, the bandages and bruises all over the torso are faintly exposed under the loose collar of the shirt, the sunlight that shines into the room floats the soft brown hair with the shimmering dust, the desk Steaming cornflower tea adds a touch of comfort to the air.

——This was picked up by the boy who helped him that day. Since that duel, people around him have almost avoided him. In addition to this accident, there is not even a classmate who meets and greets him. Well, even that boy only dared to help him in private...

"Hmm..." The gauze-wrapped fingers clumsily tried to turn the page, but they couldn't get it right.An Mixiu muttered annoyedly, but suddenly stretched out a bony hand from above obliquely, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, and flipped open the thin paper lightly.

"Thank you," the young man holding the book had a gentle smile on his brows. He raised his head and was about to speak, but he saw the person coming.

"——It's you?!" He said in shock and anger.

"I'll apologize." Lei Shi looked down at those eyes that were getting brighter and brighter with anger, his tone was calm.

"Lei Shi, you—hiss!" An Mixiu pointed at the villain with an indifferent face, and just about to utter an angry rebuke, but it involved the wound at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help gasping, and looked at him more often Kind of angry.

"Although I didn't instigate this incident, it's also because of me, so..." the young Duke said, as if he had glimpsed something, then he bowed his body after a pause——

"You!" The sudden closeness made the boy's breathing stagnate.

"——I will make it up to you." The closer facial contour showed an unprecedented softness, Lei Shi picked up the book that almost slipped and put it aside.

"I will give you what you want," he straightened up and said, "Although I haven't formally become a knight, I can give you a promise."

"...What did you say?" The young writer looked puzzled.

"For the sake of your physical condition, you don't need to kneel this time—" the future Duke held out his open palm with a tolerant face, "Here you are." He raised his eyebrows and said.

"Lei Shi, what do you mean?"

"Bring it in hand."

"..."

An Mixiu looked at the other party for a while, and finally stretched out his hand. He wanted to see what tricks this guy was planning to play.

The palms of the two touched, and the place of the thin callus rubbed against the soft skin somewhere, causing a faint throbbing.

"Speak." Lei Shi gently held the cool hand and ordered.

"Ah?" The young Mr. Writer looked suspiciously at the guy in front of him, and began to seriously think about whether this noble young master bumped his head somewhere before coming here.

"Tsk, Your Excellency, don't you forget your lines?"

"..." An Mixiu looked at the other party talking about words that he didn't know the meaning of, and when he had a flash of inspiration, he was about to catch something——

"Forget it," looking at the "quasi-knight" who was still in a state of disbelief, the "quasi-lord" was impatient and helpless, and he decided to give up, thinking that this time is not a formal ceremony anyway, "Let's just do it—"

He mumbled something and took a step forward, unknowingly tightened his hands, raised his arms to support the copper sculpture on the bedside, leaned over and lowered his head, and his soft lips touched the remaining medicinal herb. The cheek of the breath—

It was really a magical moment, as if enchanted, that small space-time node suddenly became infinitely long, long enough for Leishi to clearly distinguish many smells in the air—from cornflower, bergamot Tangerines, tea leaves, medicinal herbs, dust and sunlight, and the breath that suddenly became helpless on the near side...

The blue pupils became somewhat blurred due to the close distance, and the clear and translucent color reminded Lei Shi of a certain small object that he asked his grandfather several times when he was a child—it seemed to be a jade object from the East. The decoration is small and exquisite, warm and delicate, and it is a blue color that is rare in jade.

"Hey, kid, the only thing I can't give you is this." At that time, the old man would always hold the jade in his palm tightly and refuse with a serious face. "This is the first treasure I found, and it is of great significance. .”

At that time, he always let out a cold snort angrily, and walked away pretending not to care, but when he returned to his room, he would always envy that stingy old man with his mouth puckered.

——An extraordinary treasure, sounds really good.

With soft brown hair hanging down, Lei Shi subconsciously squinted his eyes, and a question was ready to come out.

——Hey, An Mixiu, is that you?