Chetlow Manor

On a rainy day, Moen slept comfortably in the big bed. He thought it must be because the darkness outside the window was too suitable for sleeping, so he got up late, not because he was entangled in making tea for Hughden.

But in the end he still had to face the reality. When he walked into the back kitchen, it was already past the breakfast time, and Anna was busy picking up the used porcelain bowls.

Those expensive and gorgeous porcelains come from China, from the far east, across the unpredictable ocean, and finally reach the coast of the Mediterranean.They are delicate and have different patterns.

"The rose red set is usually used for banquets or celebrations. You can choose from blue or green sets." Anna showed him those exquisite porcelain cups.

Moen chose a light green set with a gold rim, and while following Anna's steps, he asked chattingly, "Anna, do you know anything about the Duke's mother?"

"Ms. Winnie? I don't know much. I was very young when Madam was alive." Anna was busy wiping the gold and silver tableware, and answered casually, "But she is indeed a kind and respectable woman , I was still a child at that time, and I occasionally came to the manor to visit Aunt Maria, and when she saw me and the boy servants in the manor, she would stuff a handful of candies into our hands."

"What does she look like?"

"Long golden hair, like the most gorgeous silk, soft skin, gentle eyes, green like a cat, she always likes to wear a white skirt, and go to the garden to bask in the sun on a sunny afternoon." Anna fell into She recalled, "Oh, His Highness the Duke looks almost exactly like her, except that Mrs. Winnie looks a little weak because of her frail body. It is said that it is a sequela left by Her Royal Highness Fertility."

Moen tried his best to conceive the image of such a lady in his mind. He matched her with the portraits of the ancestors in the castle one by one, and then wondered: "There is no such lady in the gallery." Moen has a natural talent for painting. He is so sensitive that the paintings he has seen will definitely be imprinted in his mind. He is sure that there is no woman in the gallery that comes close to Anna's description.

Anna froze for a moment, then lowered her head and continued with the work at hand, "That's because the previous duke later married another lady, and I heard that the previous duke was fascinated by the new lady, oh my god, please forgive me Me, I shouldn't speak ill of the master behind his back. I'm sorry, Lord Lanson, I can only say so much."

Moen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.He watched the tea leaves of the black tea gradually stretch out like twigs, changed the water again, brewed it again at a suitable temperature, and then filtered it out, leaving the tea in the white porcelain cup very fresh, brown-red The color was just right, and he put it in the little tray and went upstairs.

"Come on, my black tea, I hope you drink it so good that the picky Duke has nothing to say."

Hughden is in a good mood today, of course he remembers the agreement with Moen yesterday, and he even more remembers the dissatisfaction and helplessness shown on that handsome little face, oh, Huden admitted that seeing Moen's vivid expression is really It was a pleasure.

The rain outside the window was still pattering down, and the sky was still a little dark, but this didn't affect Huwden's relaxation and joy. His speed of reading those expense bills was even doubled.

There was a knock on the door of the study.

"come in."

"Uh, it's me." Moen looked a bit reluctant, he moved the tray and placed it on Hughden's table, "My lord, this is the black tea we agreed on yesterday."

Hughden examined his expression, and pretended to pick up the teacup (at least Moen seemed to be like this), put the lid off the water, slowly put it on his lips and took a sip, looked up at Moen.

Mo En felt a little nervous, and some sweat leaked from his palms, he asked, "Why, how is it?"

Pfft, Hughden laughed. He took another sip of tea, put it on the table, and said, "My God, little guy, why are you so nervous? For God's sake, this is just a joke on my part."

He couldn't hold back, stood up and rubbed Moen's hair, then walked briskly to the bookcase, reviewing the books.

"Look at your almost pale little face, why don't you let go of those ridiculous aristocratic pride?"

"My lord duke, first of all, I think you should call me by my name." Moen changed the subject, and he didn't know why. It stands to reason that he should let his guard down on Hughden, because he didn't do anything to actually hurt him, but The yelling of the man in the basement that day was like a wake-up call, reminding himself to keep his distance from Hughden all the time.

"What does the name represent? The rose we call is still as fragrant as another name." Huden recited a line from "Romeo and Juliet" like reciting, "Little guy, you know, no matter what I call you, You're still just as cute...and, naive."

Mo En blushed, and he stammered: "Well, that's different, it's just expressing love, it's just a script."

Hughden stared at him and approached him, the deep masculine voice lingered in Moen's ears, and he felt like he was sunk in a thick pool of water, gray and green, like Huden's eyes.

"What's the difference?"

Moen felt that his heartbeat missed a beat, he couldn't restrain his actions, and pushed Huden away forcefully in the next second, "Hug, I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean to."

"Oh, it's okay, I made a joke too much." Huden stepped back a few steps and laughed, as if nothing had happened, "I'm going out for a few days, and the parliament will be held in Paris. I hope you have a good day Happy, I can lend you my study room, there are a lot of books in it, you can pass the time."

Moen heaved a sigh of relief, without Hughden's coercion, he felt a little more relaxed, how many days?He thought he would leave Chetlow before Hughden came back.

A carriage drove away from the castle in the rain, and the sound of the horse's hooves on the ground became indistinct in the sound of raindrops. Moen realized one thing. He had a very suitable opportunity, and he could enter the basement without any hesitation." Adventure".

He set it all up at night, and he didn't want the servants in the castle to know of his plans, who knew if they would stop him, or complain to their venerable duke.

A strange thing happened. Moen thought he was not such a sleepy person, but for several days, his attempts to stay up late and wait failed.Every time when his head touched the pillow, a strong tiredness swept through his whole body like a gust of wind, his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be glued together, and finally he had to fall asleep.

And no matter how much he regretted the next day, and he firmly believed in himself, he still couldn't resist the sudden sleepiness at night.

Worse things happened. He gradually found that even during the day, he couldn't restrain his drowsiness. He felt that he was almost comparable to those little hibernating beasts.

Anna comforted him considerately: "Oh, it must be the fault of the rainy days. You have been in the south before, and the south is close to the Mediterranean Sea. There is less rain in summer. You probably don't get used to it here. Please don't worry too much about it. .”

"Really." Moen replied vaguely.

No, what's wrong, he has a premonition in his heart that things have started to develop in a way he didn't expect, and it's completely out of control.