What to do if your crush is the Earl

Palace hall.

The old king watched His Highness's youth.

"You are Antoine?"

"Yes." The blue-haired youth below responded.

The king didn't say anything, just looked at him silently.

It stands to reason that people of common origin should be very nervous and uneasy when they see the most respected person in the empire for the first time. It is normal for the body to tremble, or slurred speech, but Antoine did not respond at all.

He just knelt there quietly on one knee, seemingly just doing a daily training pose.Blue hair hung down from his face, adding a sense of serenity and mystery to that fine face.

The king's right index finger was bent, and he tapped on the throne's hand repeatedly: "I heard that you are from the north?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, my family lives in the Northland, and I am a native of that place." Antoine was still neither humble nor overbearing.

"How is the current situation in the Northland?"

Antoine looked up and saw only a blurry figure behind the curtain. He lowered his eyes and continued to answer: "The Northland is doing well now. Lord Earl Sade has exempted the taxes of last year and this year. The Northland With the opportunity to recuperate, coupled with the unity and help of the army, the Northland is expected to pay double tax and trade income next year."

"Very good." The king nodded, and said again, "I heard that you recruited the forces in the northern border?"

"The subordinates dare not take the position because Master Ethan is there to assist and teach him."

"Ethan?" The king was stunned for a moment, recalling this long-standing and familiar name, "Is he the son of Lieutenant General Matthew?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Antoine replied.

"Matthew is a character." The king seemed to remember something back then, with a slight smile on his face, "I still remember when I awarded him the eagle badge, he was only in his early twenties, and he was brave and good at fighting. , Invincible. If it wasn’t for the low birth, I should have been able to worship the general of the empire.”

The king shook his head and sighed in remembrance. He looked at Antoine with appreciation in his eyes, "It must be very nice of you to be assisted by Lieutenant General Matthew's son."

"The lower officials are terrified." Antoine bowed his head.

at this time,

A long iron sword pierced the wind from behind the young man.

A strange smile appeared on the old king's face.

Acropolis.Sade Manor.

The grass is long and the warbler is flying, and the trees are green.

"Mister didn't come back?" Xiao Sheng's thoughtful gaze dropped to the void.

"Yes," the old housekeeper replied, "You guys have been away for several months, what happened? Why did the young master separate from you?"

Xiao Sheng shook his head, a bitter smile rarely appeared on his indifferent face: "...It's hard to say."

The old housekeeper looked up at him with some cloudy eyes: "...it has something to do with you?"

"The steward Mingjian, it's my fault that Xiao Sheng didn't do what he was supposed to do."

The old housekeeper was silent.

After explaining the matter to the housekeeper, Xiao Sheng turned around and went to his own cabin on the first floor.

The house has been sealed in dust for a long time, half of the flowers on the small terrace have died because no one has taken care of them, and the other half have probably been exposed to the wind, frost, rain and dew of the Acropolis, and they have grown wildly. It is a small barren hillock.

Xiao Sheng packed up some things and prepared to leave.

When he walked into the corridor, he felt a peeping sight inexplicably.

Xiao Sheng turned around keenly, and found that at the corner of the stairs, a small furry head was protruding from the corner of the wall with both hands.

"Caesar??!"

Xiao Sheng's eyes showed a trace of surprise, he walked over, squatted down, "How are you doing recently?"

Little Caesar still remembered the etiquette taught by his teacher recently, and changed every word into aristocratic words: "I'm fine, Mr. Xiao Sheng...Didn't Martin come back with you?"

"No." Xiao Sheng smiled, "But Caesar has to study hard, so that adults will be happy to see it when they come back."

"Okay." A sweet smile appeared on the little boy's face, "Mr. Xiao Sheng, I made a friend recently."

"Oh?" Xiao Sheng was a little curious. There was no owner in this manor after Mr. left and before Caesar came. Where did Caesar make friends?

"who is it?"

"Lulu, come here." The little boy with a delicate and soft voice and a short stature gently waved towards the darkness behind him.

Xiao Sheng's heart trembled slightly, there was nothing in the darkness where there was almost no light.

Just when he thought that Caesar had an imaginary friend because he was unaccompanied, there was a "meow——" sound from the corner against the wall.

A fat and familiar figure slowly paced from the darkness, and walked out reservedly and proudly.

"Bu-di-?" Xiao Sheng was shocked and relieved.

Caesar ran forward, squatted in front of Buddy, and touched its back. Buddy licked his hand twice in a friendly and affectionate manner, and then lay down on the ground. sound.

"Lulu and I are good friends." Caesar turned around and said with a smile.

"Lulu? Is that what you named Buddy?"

"Yes!" the little boy replied proudly.

Xiao Sheng also slowly squatted beside them, and touched Caesar's fluffy head: "It's great, Lulu and Caesar can become friends."

"Mr. Xiao Sheng, can I take Lulu to my room to sleep?"

"Well, Sasa is still young and will crush Lulu. If you miss him, go to the cat room to see him, okay?"

The boy's expression was lost for a while, but he recovered quickly: "Okay, thank you Mr. Xiao Sheng, Lulu and I went to play."

"Okay, let's go. Remember to complete the homework assigned by the teacher today."

"Okay~~~!"

Caesar's liveliness made Xiao Sheng heave a sigh of relief.

He once worried that without him by his side, his husband would not be able to take care of himself well, and would continue to suffer from insomnia all night long, writing late at night regardless of his body, and recording inspiration.

Drinking too much in the wine cellar, and no one noticed.

After going back and forth with so many lovers, she was still alone in the end.

Now it's all right, with Caesar's company in the future, I don't think my husband will be alone.

Xiao Sheng showed a gratified and somewhat lonely smile.

Fancheng.

Palace hall.

A fight like a fierce battle has just come to an end.

The blue-haired young man knelt on the ground with his sword propped up, panting slightly, while an armored guard on the other side stood quietly beside him holding a helmet that had been cut in half.

There was a clapping of "pa-pa-, pa-" from the throne.

"Very good!! Not bad, very good acuity and skill." The king smiled rarely, and said, "As expected of someone who can win over Ethan as an assistant.

Would you like to come to my palace as a master attendant? "

Antoine knelt down, sweating slightly. The impact of the fight just now really cost him a lot of energy to deal with. He was not a fighter who won by strength, but the man opposite him was wearing heavy armor and was tall. He has two heads, and his strength is just right, so he can only narrowly win with skill and experience.

Even so, he was flustered for a while. At this time, his hair was pressed against his forehead, and a little sweat flowed down from his forehead.

The fighting spirit trained on the battlefield made him fight according to his instinct when encountering a sudden danger. It wasn't until the fighting stopped at this moment that he listened to the king's words and his thinking started to work again.

He didn't understand what the king meant, but this didn't prevent him from making a subconscious choice of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

He leaned over and cupped his hands: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your promotion. Antoine is lucky to live forever."

"That's good, get up." The king nodded with satisfaction.

"What did you say? Antoine was summoned by his father to be a guard near the palace?!"

In the prince's study, His Highness Briman was dealing with today's apprentice government affairs, when one of his subordinates came back to report the news suddenly.

Breman stood up from the table and chair, walked to the window, and paced back and forth: "Don't my father know that Antoine is mine?"

He was sloppy, angry and offended at being disrespected.

"Your Highness," the waiter Rhodes reminded in a low voice, "with all due respect, your majesty's actions may be to beat you."

Bremen paused: "Hit me?"

Recovering from the initial anger, he began to think carefully about what the servant said, and asked for a while, "He knows about me and Awan?"

"This...I don't know," Rhodes said calmly and with reason. "But the palace has many eyes and ears, so it doesn't matter. If Your Highness wants to move forward in peace, it's better to act more restrained."

"Okay, I see." Breman finally calmed down after mentioning this, and after thinking for a while, he showed an appreciative smile to Rhodes, "You are more stable and thoughtful."

"I don't dare to be a subordinate." The silver-clothed waiter bowed his head very humbly.

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manton city.

A carriage slowly approached the villa on the broad street.

The brown-red haired man sat on the shaft very early, and when the speed of the carriage almost slowed down, he jumped out of the carriage, turned around and said to the driver: "Thank you for the ride, please go to Dolby Bank to collect this month's rent Fee."

The coachman nodded and left with a whip.

The red-brown-haired man turned around to look at the villa behind him, took out the key to the gate from his jacket pocket, and gently opened the gate of the iron fence.

There was a creak, as if no one had come back for a long time.

The man took off the hat he was wearing on his head and fanned it lightly, and walked towards the gate of the house.

The wooden carved door was opened with a key, and the familiar smell of the house came from inside.

"Finally back." He sighed.

He changed his shoes at the entrance, and continued to walk in. The living room was at the back of the main hall, a relatively hidden corner.

The wooden lattice frame was turned, and everything in the living room suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. A blond man was lying leisurely on the comfortable brown leather sofa, holding a book in his hand and opening it.

"You are really relaxed."

The brown-red haired man opened his mouth.

"Otherwise?" The blond man moved away the book covering his face, and there was the handsome and provocative face of the Earl.