The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Lance didn't expect that the child would escape successfully. He narrowed his phoenix eyes, and the cold eyes frightened the generals below.

"Yes, yes, my lord, Earl Cliff and the others did not make any moves, so it is only possible that he escaped by himself, and his subordinates do not know how he did it..."

Lance was too lazy to listen to nonsense, and interrupted: "Within three days, bring him back."

But soon, Lance added in a deep voice: "Don't hurt him."

"Yes, my lord." The subordinate nodded quickly, and left respectfully after getting permission.

As soon as the subordinates were dismissed, a servant came to report that Princess Katia had arrived at the mansion.

Lance frowned, and went with the man to meet him.

In the hall, the real Princess Katia was already seated above. She had the same blond hair and blue eyes as that frail boy, but she had a vulgar feeling.

Seeing Lance pacing in, Katia's eyes lit up immediately.

She stood up, ran to Lance, lifted her skirt and saluted like a lady, her tone was full of sweetness, and whispered: "Lord Lance, I heard that you are also helping to find me, I am very grateful."

Lance looked calm and did not respond, and even retreated a distance when Katia approached.

Seeing this, Katia bit her lip, "Didn't you come to me because you cared about me? You knew that I left because..."

"Your Highness, respect yourself." Lance nodded slightly.

The expression on his face remained unchanged, as if there would be no emotional fluctuations because of anyone.

Seeing this, Katia became more and more unwilling, but she also knew that Erance's status was not something she could force.

She could only say pitifully: "You know that I want to marry you, why are you still so indifferent to me?"

Lance seemed to be unable to see, and reminded: "Your Highness, I am a non-marriage advocate. Also, if the princess has nothing else to do, please go back. I am very busy."

Katia was ordered to evict her, and her face turned red and then pale. Although she was comforted a little by hearing the words, she was more resentful and unwilling.

She left before purely to force Lance to marry her. After all, those old officials are very dependent on the royal family and will try their best to achieve what she wants in order to keep her.

Unexpectedly, after running away for such a long time, Lance was still so indifferent to her.

But fortunately, Lance doesn't like her, and he won't like anyone else. She has plenty of opportunities.

Katia clenched her fists, planning other strategies in her mind, but with a look of grievance on her face, she turned her head three times and reluctantly left

the duke's mansion.

How could Lance fail to see Katia's poor acting skills? He looked away boredly, but another pale and indifferent face appeared in his mind.

Lance's long and beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly—he dared to escape, and he must be punished when he was caught.

On the other side, Jiang Zhuo, who had a long sleep on the hard bed in the small hotel, finally woke up full of sleep.

He got up and took a shower.

The person in the mirror is beautiful and delicate, male and female are indistinguishable, with long blond hair and a pair of clear blue eyes, it really looks like a princess described in a fairy tale.

But after Jiang Zhuo saw it, his first reaction was...can this hair be cut?

Quite in the way.

He looked sideways at the long hair, wondering when to get rid of it.

When he went out to buy bread and came back to eat, Jiang Zhuo asked the barber about the price, which was a bit expensive.

Jiang Zhuo thought about his few savings, and sighed, let's work hard to make money first.

The place he chose was a well-known slum, messy, but a good hiding place, people in the court should not be able to come here for a short time.

First try to maintain the appearance of the girl now, and try to get rich.

Jiang Zhuo's little abacus was very flattering.

In the afternoon, he put his drawing board on his back and went to the art square where rich people gathered.

There sat many freelance painters who made portraits for a living, each with a different style and attracting a different clientele.

Jiang Zhuo has a special skill in his body—the painting cheats that he exchanged for [-] points from the system, and he doesn't panic at all.

He calmly set up the drawing board, clamped the drawing paper, arranged the paints, dipped the brushes, opened the folding high stool and sat down.

Among many painters, he is the youngest.

Everyone couldn't help casting a glance or two at Jiang Zhuo

The little girl had dazzling blond hair and looked thin and cold. She was wearing an ordinary long skirt that showed her identity as a commoner. The color was a bit gray, but it couldn't hide her beautiful and outstanding appearance and her calm demeanor.

At first, no one took this little girl seriously.

From time to time, someone walked over to watch, to see what the little girl was drawing.

But as time passed, more and more people stopped around the little girl, and many guests had already ordered the little girl to take a portrait of themselves.

The freelance painters in the square almost turned their eyes red with envy, but when they saw the little girl's work, they could only praise it from the bottom of their hearts.

In less than one afternoon, Jiang Zhuo had earned hundreds of silver coins. If he could earn so much every day, he would be able to rent a better small attic in the city in a few days.

The corners of Jiang Zhuo's lips twitched, and he packed up his drawing board and went back in the evening, thinking that he would go for a haircut after finishing his drawing early the next day.

However, as soon as he arrived at the Art Square the next day, a group of patrolling people rushed out and arrested him.

Jiang Zhuo was stunned, but with his thin arms and legs, he couldn't break free at all, so he could only be tied up and put into a carriage under the eyes of everyone.

Not long after the carriage bumped, he was taken down again, and brought into a luxurious and retro mansion.

Jiang Zhuo's hands were tied behind his back, and the drawing board and money bag were still left on the square. He gritted his teeth, struggling with discomfort, but he couldn't shake the guards who supported him at all.

Finally, Jiang Zhuo was brought into a large dark room.

The high vaulted ceiling and the dark curtains dragged the floor, only a small gap was exposed at this moment, allowing a little bit of light to penetrate.

The thick and soft white carpet is completely covered. In the center of the room is a large dark bed. Above it is a gorgeous bed curtain that separates to both sides of the bed and is tied with thin gold threads. Looking down, the thin silk quilt is neatly laid out on the bed. above the bed.

This must be the bedroom of some nobleman.

After Jiang Zhuo was thrown in, the guards left respectfully, but that respect was obviously not to him, but to the owner of the mansion.

Leave him alone in this quiet room, tied up.

Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction, but the knots on his hands behind him were too professional, and he couldn't untie them no matter how hard he tried.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of the oak door being slowly opened.

But facing away, sitting on the carpet with his hands behind his back, Jiang Zhuo couldn't see the scene behind him at all, he couldn't help frowning his beautiful and childish brows.

The soft carpet hides the footsteps of people coming, which makes Jiang Zhuo inexplicably nervous, and his heart lifts slightly.

Then he felt a familiar cold and intense oppression.

The melodious voice came ruthlessly from behind him: "Your Highness, I am very curious, why do you sell paintings in the market?"

It's Lance.

really.

Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips suddenly, and rolled his huge white eyes, how could this person linger.

But now he is in a weak position and can only swallow his anger.

Then he felt that the other party seemed to squat down and untie the rope behind him.

"Your Highness," Lance untied the knot and said calmly, "Why didn't you answer?"

Jiang Zhuo was so angry that he didn't bother to talk, but suddenly there was a pain in the tied wrist, which was caused by Lance on purpose.

The elegant and handsome young man stopped, raised his hand, grabbed his chin heavily, and said softly: "If you don't talk, you will hurt even more."

Jiang Zhuo was in pain, instantly annoyed, stared at him and said coldly: "Lord Lance, you are so powerful, why pretend you don't know?"

Seeing this, Lance looked at the child who was still dressed as a girl, "Then tell me, what's your name."

The young man's beautiful phoenix eyes were as deep as ink, as if he could suck people in, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but look away, and muttered: "What's the use of knowing, can you not go to the gallows?"

Lang paused, "Who said there was hanging."

Jiang Zhuo looked at him again, "Isn't it?"

The child's spotless eyes were blue, looking straight at him, and Lance pursed his thin lips unconsciously.

"Well, no," bowing his head, he continued to untie the child, "I plan to adopt you."

Jiang Zhuo wondered: "Adopt?"

According to the information, this person is only 24 years old this year, so young, why do you want to adopt him?

But Lance didn't have any meaning to explain, he just said lightly:

"This adoption will not go through any obvious procedures, you just need to live here, and I will send you to study."

Then why?

Jiang Zhuo had a lot of questions, but after his hands were freed, Lance stood up and motioned him to follow.

He had no choice but to follow Lance to the next room. The style was also dark and luxurious, but it could be seen that everything was just prepared and everything was brand new.

"This is your room."

Unable to understand Lance's intentions more and more, Jiang Zhuo frowned warily, looked up at the delicate and slender young man, and refused, "I can support myself, I won't stay here."

Lance wrote lightly after hearing the words: "Then you are charged with pretending to be a princess?"

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Sure enough, I knew it.

And threatened him.

In the end, Jiang Zhuo was reluctantly forced to live in the Duke's mansion. Fortunately, Lance still had a conscience and sent someone to take back his money bag and drawing board.

Seeing his unfinished painting because he was arrested, Lance commented quietly: "It's a good painting."

Jiang Zhuo stood aside, pursing his lips, expressing that he doesn't care for compliments.

However, when Lance changed the topic, his indifferent voice sounded particularly hateful:

"However, in the future, you can only paint things from the Duke's Mansion, and I will give you twenty times the market price for each painting.

Plus, because it's just an adoption on the surface.So tuition fees, living expenses, you have to earn it here, no matter what method you use.After all, feeding yourself is needed everywhere, isn't it. "

When he said this, the young man's icy phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Jiang Zhuo: "..." This man is really a bastard.

He gritted his teeth, and after he had to agree, he packed up his things and moved in.

But when he saw that the closet was full of long skirts and short skirts and all kinds of delicate clothes for girls, Jiang Zhuo finally couldn't help it.

He stared back at Lance in surprise.

Unexpectedly, the other party only drooped his long eyelashes indifferently, and said lightly: "Did I say that? From now on, you are only allowed to wear girls' clothes. Otherwise, I will punish you."