Chetlow Manor

This was really a terrible experience for Moen. The deepest impression left on him was the pain. Besides, there was also the smell of blood, which was nauseating. He didn't want to think about where the blood came from.

In fact, after Hughden entered him, he almost fainted from the pain, his consciousness has been lost, and all the memories about last night are chaotic.

The rain was still falling, Moen thought, maybe he underestimated the power of the water vapor from the Atlantic Ocean, just like he underestimated Huden's mind.

He lost the concept of time, lying on the bed with pain all over his body, he didn't need to look to know how brutal it was like a battlefield, green, right?No, it must have been purple.In fact, these were not all caused by Hughden. It was mainly because of his hard struggle yesterday that both of them were injured to varying degrees, but he was still crushed by Huden in the end.

He knew that his clothes must have been dirty or torn, but he didn't even want to raise his hands to tidy them up. His wrists were tied together by Hughden yesterday, and a cyan trace was very obvious on his fair skin. There are also some broken skins, and the oozing blood droplets have solidified into scabs.However, it is not painful now, because he feels that his hand must not be his own!

damn it!Mo En cursed secretly in his heart, but he didn't even lift his legs, and fell asleep again.

He has a fever.

To be honest, such a sex' love is hard to keep alive.He felt like a witch tied to a red-hot copper pillar, the heat tormenting his body, and the transgression tormenting his soul.

Yes, he thought in a daze, if Hughden wanted to get revenge on the Lansons (although he still didn't understand why), then his goal had been achieved - Hughden did such a thing It was like dragging him to hell.

He didn't know if it was an illusion caused by the fever, but he vaguely felt that Huden had entered his room, a cool palm touched his cheek and forehead, and then there was an unreachable sigh.

Why do you sigh?It's me who is hurting now, and I don't even know why this is happening.

Before the grievances overwhelmed Mo En, the man had already left the room.

After an unknown amount of time, several servants came in and took him carefully to the bathroom.The pain in Mo En's lower body made it difficult for him to walk by himself. In the half-armed and half-stretched, he couldn't restrain the chaos in his mind, leaned casually, and fell asleep again.Leaving a broken body for them to fiddle with.

After cleaning up and sweating a few times, Moen's body temperature finally returned to normal the next day.

While he was lying on the bed thinking about what to do next and what attitude he should use to face Hughden, Deacon Jeff had already brought several people to his bedroom.

Jeff is a serious man, and he is tall. Although he is Huden's deacon, he is naturally polite, but the way he looks at Moen always reminds Moen of a tutor he had when he was a child—that is a The lofty old man who regarded himself as a scholar, if it wasn't for the generous salary offered by Viscount Lanson, Morn thought, he would definitely not want to come to Lanson Mansion, because the most common sentence he said was: stupid like you It is best not to get involved in such a noble knowledge as mathematics.

Moen looked at Jeff and found it a little funny. The deacon might be saying in his heart: A stupid man like you, it's better not to get involved with the noble duke.

Hey, Morne dares to swear in the name of God, he definitely doesn't want to touch a hair of Hughden now.

Moen turned a blind eye to the servants around him, sat on the bed and ate breakfast with his head down: "Where is Julian?"

"Master Lanson, forgive me for not knowing what you are talking about." Jeff replied blankly.

"It's the man who was with me that day. I called him, and he doesn't know anything." Moen put down the knife and fork, and wiped his mouth with the napkin handed over by the servant, "You asked Hughden to let him go .”

"I have to remind you that it is a sin to call His Highness the Duke by his name." Jeff asked someone to take away Moen's dinner plate. "As for the castle intruder, you can ask His Highness yourself."

"Jeff, do you know that through these two days, I understand a profound truth," Moen raised his head and looked around earnestly, his eyes resting on Anna who was standing at the door with her head bowed, "His Royal Highness Hughden , really raised a group of loyal puppies."

Jeff's expression didn't change at all, as if Moen was just talking about today's weather.

On the other hand, the girl who had bowed her head and kept silent since entering the door, Anna raised her head suddenly and met Mo En's eyes. She saw the suppressed anger and... a trace of almost imperceptible disappointment on Mo En's face.

The teenage girl's face immediately turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes. She said nonchalantly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, my lord, I'm really, I'm really not..."

Jeff looked back at her and frowned: "Take her away, what does it look like?"

Turning around, he said to Moen: "It seems that you are already full, so let me explain to you what the Duke said before he left. He is about to leave for the agricultural tax meeting this autumn. He is willing to take this opportunity to give you a peace." A chance for your brother to communicate."

"It's Lyca Ransom," Jeff added.

Moen: "I guess he has no good intentions to let Lai Jia out."

"Of course not," Jeff's cold face finally showed some ironic smile, "Please come with me, you may have to live in the basement for a few days."

"No!" Moen's struggle was quickly suppressed by several guards, "You can't do this, this is illegal detention! I am the son of Viscount Lanson, do you know the consequences of treating a noble like this!"

No one paid attention to his words, and soon he was stuffed into the room in the basement, the thick door was closed in front of him with a bang, Jeff shook the key in his hand at him, and then opened the small door The windows were also pushed up.

This is simply a provocation!Moen was extremely angry at how the servant treated him like this, and when he was about to knock on the door angrily, a pair of pale and thin hands behind him grabbed his wrist.

"You... Lai, ah no, brother?" He asked tentatively.

The man grinned at him: "No, I'm not used to having a younger brother all of a sudden." Moen guessed it might be a smile, but he made it so stiffly that it looked like he hadn't smiled in hundreds of years , There was some sadness in his heart, and he didn't know how long Huden planned to keep himself here, but he still had the heart to pay attention to others.

There is no sunlight in the basement, even in the daytime, there are only dim candles here, damp and cold.Compared with the remaining spacious rooms in Chetlow Castle, this room is a bit too cramped. A single bed is leaning against the wall, a wooden table and a chair are the most common and thin styles. However, the only piece of furniture that is slightly better is a sofa that can lie on its side, covered with a dark red velvet blanket, and an open book is placed on it.

The walls are bare smooth rock, with many scratches carved with a knife on one side, and an unfinished relief on the other, and the floor is wooden, but because it is too old and damp, it is hard to see where the floor is. There is even some moss growing on some edges.

"Oh...it looks better than a prison cell." Moen said to himself, trying to comfort his heart, "It can be seen that you are trying to have fun in your life."

Li Jia sat there, hummed, and then stopped talking, just staring at Mo En.

Mo En made him look uncomfortable, touched his nose, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"You," Lai Jia said, his rough voice still made people sound uncomfortable, "You look very similar to your mother."

"Have you seen her?" Moen recalled, he had never heard Laika's name from Mrs. Bethel (his mother), and even the Lanson family rarely mentioned the "died" eldest son .

Lai Jia shook his head: "No, I've been here since I was born."

"You only said that you have been imprisoned for 11 years, oh, but you look more than 11 years old." Moen tried to make a joke, but he was silent, "Ha, haha." He laughed twice to himself.

"...I have a portrait of her." Lija lifted the mattress and pulled out an old canvas from it.

Moen recognized the woman the first time he saw the canvas. He always knew that Mrs. Bethel was pretty, but he never thought that his mother had such a charming face when she was young. .The woman in the portrait has a complicated hairstyle with lace and flower ornaments on it, a pair of silk gloves on her hands, and a pair of extremely exquisite folding fans covering her mouth.Her eyes were like a pure-blooded cat, blue and agile, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, with a charming smile.

"Tell me, mother?" Lyja asked.

"She..." Mo En opened his mouth, and realized that he actually knew very little about his parents. He knew that his mother liked to drink good red wine, but she didn't like grapes. Such a banquet, and she also knows which family she wants to marry her sister to.But when it comes to talking about what kind of person she is... Moen hesitated, because he really had very little time with his family, and his relationship was very weak.

But then again, isn't that true of families in the upper class?

People are always tireless animals. When they realize the beauty of money and power, they always want more, and they are always stingy with what they have, so they always desperately participate in social activities, While showing off your elegant gentlemanly demeanor, seek more benefits at the same time.

This is also the reason why he is unwilling to inherit the family business. Life is so short, why bother wasting things that can't be taken away?

If you imprison yourself, isn't it a kind of debt to the person you love?

Moen originally thought that he didn't care about the lack of these family ties, but suddenly he had an extra brother, and asked in such an environment: What kind of people are our parents?

It made him feel irritable, and he instinctively wanted to escape.

"Compared to this, you should tell me what's going on." Moen scratched his hair, "No, we have to escape, O'Haris is really a hypocritical bastard."