Chetlow Manor

"Is what he said true?"

Under the shade of the tree, the young and handsome young man leaned on the tree trunk. His black hair was lifted by the grass clippings in the breeze. Forbearance.

Mo En didn't think much about how to face the truth. He had been serious about his parents for 19 years, but he was suddenly overthrown in this messy summer.From the time when his parents teamed up to defraud the Huwden family of their money, until the pale man in the basement turned out to be his elder brother. Now, another person came to tell him that his mother had indirectly killed another innocent man. woman.

God!This tortured plot is much more interesting than the storybook in the market - if he is not the damn poor hero.

The old priest Fried moved his lips under his gray beard twice, and finally nodded slowly: "Yes, although there is resentment, Knight Clement did not lie."

"Your mother..." The old priest observed Moen's expression and saw that he didn't have any special expression before continuing, "She is indeed not a kind person. She threatened the previous Duke with the news of her pregnancy and demanded He married her."

"Oh, please forgive those who are always so blind when they fall in love. The previous Duke hardly considered his feelings about getting a wife, and made his own decision... However, Mrs. Winnie is also a young lady of noble origin, He didn't want to offend her family, so he used illness as a cover to lock Mrs. Winnie in that basement."

"Not long after, Madam chose to commit suicide because she couldn't bear the torture."

The old priest Fried looked into the distance, his gray eyes made his already wrinkled face look even more vicissitudes: "I have been in Chetlow for a long time, since I was a young boy... Oh, Ohairis His Royal Highness, I watched him grow up. He was not allowed to enter the basement. He could only look at his mother secretly through the small window of the food. When his wife chose to commit suicide, it was also the last time he visited his mother. when."

"I'll never forget him grabbing his mother's hand through the little window, turning his head to me calmly and saying, 'She's dead', for God's sake, that feeling of ashes How could the despair appear in the eyes of a child who is only a few years old..."

After a long time, Moen finally found his own voice: "I...I'm sorry."

The old priest Fried made a sign of the cross on his chest, and showed a kind smile to Mo En: "It's not your fault, I know you are innocent. You are a kind child, I really don't want you feel guilty about it.”

"No." Moen replied, he wanted to say it wasn't guilt, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"I know, you have suffered a lot these days..."

"Do you think God will forgive me?" Moen sat on the ground along the tree trunk, the shade covered his upper body, the sun shone on his outstretched legs, and the insteps were warm, "You know, This is not my fault."

"Alas." Father Fried's long sigh floated into the wind, "Your Highness didn't look like this when he was young. When his wife was still alive, he was a lively child. He liked the little animals on the manor very much. Riding a horse, every time he rode to the back mountain of the manor, he would bring back a large bouquet of flowers for his wife... He was just blinded by hatred. After so many years, the matter itself has become blurred with memory, the only thing engraved in his heart Only hatred for the Lanson family..."

"Please stop saying good things about him to me," Moen interrupted Father Freed. Although he understood the old man's feelings, he heard two people repeating good things about a person who hurt him all day. , made him feel uncomfortable, "He has done such an unethical thing! No matter how gentlemanly his attitude is now, no matter how indulgent he is to me, it is only based on my 'listening to him'. What difference does a pet dog make!"

"I'm sorry, my lord." The old priest knew he had made a slip of the tongue, hesitated for a moment, and said, "But...but you are indeed the closest person to His Highness in these years... Well, although it may not be a good thing for you ..."

"However, have you ever thought that maybe... Your Highness did not look down on you by doing this, but a rather awkward way of trying to compensate you?"

how is this possible.

On the way back to the castle, the old priest Fried's words seemed to have some magical power, and they kept lingering in Morn's mind.

God, it must be because I fucking like to think of everyone as kind as possible, but how can a person like O'Harris Hutton have even the slightest bit of kindness!

There are thorny trees mixed with Rosaceae plants on the outside of Chetlow Castle. At this moment, several gardeners are pruning, and several maids are also helping. Moen walked around and did not see Anna. He knew This girl has always liked these flowers and plants. If there is such a job in the castle, she will rush to do it.

Probably because he was sent to another mission, Morn thought.

It was the red-haired boy Erics who came to Moen's side. Moen had helped the boy once (he hadn't fulfilled his promise to take him away), but Erics was as loyal as he swore, In the castle, he helped Moen find out a lot of news.

He tried his best to keep himself low-key when he was working, and he also avoided people when interacting with Moen, just to let His Royal Highness forget about this person as much as possible, so that it would be beneficial to both Moen and Erics— — Hughden has a strong desire to control. Although Moen didn't know why he was so strict with himself, after the incident with the iron chain, he fully realized that this person was a complete lunatic, and his words were never meant to scare people as a joke.

"My lord, I heard that the time for the ball will be finalized in the next few days. The postman of the castle set off yesterday and delivered a lot of invitations." Erics told Moen in a low voice, "including those from the Lanson family. The mansion, I think, your parents may be among the invitations."

"What the hell is this going on..."

O'Hallis Hutton seems to be in a good mood these two days. He is juggling between official duties and ball affairs. However, Moen can sometimes even hear him humming a little tune when he passes by. Moen can't make out what he is singing , but Mr. Duke's voice is indeed very magnetic.

If he loses his title in the future, it seems that he can still be an actor, Moen thought badly.

However, even though he was busy with affairs, Hughden still did not forget to take care of his distinguished guests. He seemed to be loyal to eating with Moen, and mentioned those "beautiful nights" from time to time. He never hesitated to praise Moen, Oh, I mean, including his body.

Look, these are really not words that an educated nobleman should say, but they can always be said by Hughden as if reciting a poem.

Moen felt ashamed and angry at first, but later he was able to ignore it in the coldest way, and in the end, he was even able to choke back a few words.

He thinks he must be learning badly, God, he is getting more and more depraved.

The weather has been erratic in the past few days, and an exceptionally persistent torrential rain brought a sudden drop in temperature.

It is difficult to have such a heavy rain in France. Even if it rains in the north, most of it is continuous drizzle. Such a large area of ​​damp and cool makes the thick walls of the castle show a great disadvantage at this time-indoor changes It was colder than outside and damp, looking like fall weather, even if it was still a while away.

In order to ensure the comfort of the hosts, fireplaces were set up in several rooms where there were frequent activities in the castle.

At this moment, Morn was lying on the big soft bed, with the round bed curtain hanging down above his head, and the dark red flannel under the candlelight created an arrogant and quiet atmosphere.The black-haired young man leaned halfway on the head of the bed, with a twill jacquard blanket casually draped over his body, a slender and fair calf exposed, with some blue and red spots on it, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Yesterday, that bastard O'Harris Huwden wanted him again.

But that wasn't what bothered him the most.

What really made him feel ashamed was that he found that his acceptance of this kind of thing was getting higher and higher. After a few symbolic resistances rationally, this body subconsciously sank into waves of pleasure among.He even remembered that under Hughden's malicious instigation, he actually took the initiative to post a request.

This is so embarrassing!If he could, he felt he could go to Father Freed's confessional right now and rant all day.

However, before waiting for this opportunity, Hughden came in and broke the originally quiet space.

Moen raised his eyes coldly, and threw a square pillow in front of him mercilessly: "Go out and leave me alone."

"Oh..." Hughden blocked the attack with his hands, and frowned, "Little guy, your temper is getting better, have you forgotten what I said?"

"Listen to your nonsense!" Moen's voice still sounded a little hoarse due to the sequelae of excessive voice use, "I thought I was obedient enough, but what did you do last night?"

"You also enjoyed it, didn't you?" Hughden smiled provocatively, "Innocent young master, there are still many things I can do, what kind of punishment is this? Apart from the handcuffs you have seen, we can do it again Try something else, like a whip, a candle, an iron bit..."

Every time he said a word, Mo En's face turned pale.

"Don't...don't say any more." Moen's hands were covered in cold sweat.

Hughden closed his mouth at the right time, and while rubbing Moen's fluffy black hair, he smiled and said, "Oh, but look, I'm not willing to use it on you."

"Get up and change your clothes. Today I invited a tailor to order a dress for you."

"What?" Moen asked subconsciously, "The banquet will start in a few days, how can there be time?"

"This is the banquet of the social season. I never said that it will only last for one day." Huden's mood seemed a little better, "I have ordered a few pieces according to your size before, but today This one is different, the best tailor in Paris was invited here, you are only responsible for the last day of the banquet, um... just show your best side."