canary in cage

The jar hit Cehir impartially, and the harsh sound of glass rushed into his ears. Isri hugged him tightly, and Cehir almost couldn't breathe.

"I'm sorry, young master, I'll clean it up now." Isri said hastily, ready to let go of Cehir.

But in the next second, Cehir raised his hand and grabbed Isri's tie, and pulled him down suddenly. Esri staggered closer to Cehir.

"Master..." Isri stammered a bit.

Cecil smiled again, and reached out to touch Isri's waist again: "Eat more, I'm too thin."

The tip of his nose was only about one centimeter away from Cehir, and they could hear each other's breathing very clearly. Isri swallowed his saliva and looked at Cehir with wide eyes.

"I...I see, young master." Isri replied with his mouth pressed.

In this state, Cehir deliberately stalemate for a while, until Isri, who was bent over, trembled a little, and Cecir let go of his hand in satisfaction.

Isri squatted on the ground to clean up the glass shards, but his thoughts were still on Cecil's head just now. This unreasonable change did not make him very excited.

What's more, it's like a revenge against myself.

Isri frowned slightly, and looked up at Cecil who was sitting outside. After a while of silence, there was a long-lost knock on the door outside.

It's almost night, who has the leisure to come to such a remote place now.

Isri put the things in his hands aside, and on the way to open the door, he glanced at Cehir and propped his head, as if he was ready to receive the guests.

As soon as he opened the door, Isri was stunned for a moment. The queen's carriage was parked in front of him, but there was not much battle outside, it was just a single carriage.

"Hello, Your Excellency, we are here to visit Kritis." It was still a man in a brown suit, still looking gentle.

For a moment, Isri actually felt that he was underestimated.

Isri opened the door wide, and at this moment the person in the car showed up, it was Bonnar Yilin, and his complexion was much better than before.

When she saw Isri, Bonnar Yilin raised the corners of her lips and said softly, "The recovery is quite fast."

Isri was stunned for a moment, and looked at the back of the person in front of him, which he had never seen before.

"What is Your Majesty doing so late?" Cecil had already got off the stool and pulled the upper chair away for Bonnar Irene.

"Come and see my Duke." Bonnar Irene said with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Before Cecil could open his mouth, Bonnar Yilin laughed out loud, "How about it? Is it a trick for me to imitate my sister?"

It has to be said that Cehir really had a chill on his back just now, so he could only smile a few times with the corners of his mouth twitching accordingly.

"How's the progress?" Bonnar Yilin glanced at Isri who was standing behind Cehir, and said in a low voice.

Cecil was confused by the question, and opened his mouth in doubt; "What?"

Bonnar? Yilin hated iron for being weak, and straightened up: "My Bourne has a lot to learn from your deacon, why don't we talk a little first?"

Didn't this mean to drive him away, Isri bowed slightly, backed away from Cecil, and followed the one named Bourne.

"Okay, let's talk now." Seeing that there was no one around, Bonnar Yilin opened her mouth again.

"What progress?" Cecil was a little confused.

Bonnar Yilin sighed, and raised the stool to get closer to Cehir: "You and your deacon, how is the progress?"

Cecil was surprised by the question, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and tentatively shifted the question: "It's just doing his job."

With a sound of "Bang!", Bonnar Yilin patted the table, and the two people standing in the distance were startled, and Isri frowned unconsciously.

Bonnar Yilin realized that she was a little excited, and quickly recovered her previous calm, her voice slowed down.

"As I said, I won't care about what's between you and him."

Looking at Bonnar Yilin's expression, Cecil felt that if she didn't say something, she would probably stay here today.

Cecil pretended to be shy, and lowered his head. Suddenly, another bad thought arose in his heart, and he raised his head and glanced at Isri involuntarily.

"It's his inaction, I can't help it." Cecil's voice sounded a little aggrieved, like an abandoned child.

With a sound of "Bang!", Bonnar Yilin slapped the table again, this time Cecil was startled.

"No action?" Bonnar Yilin raised her voice a few decibels, stared at Cecil with wide eyes, and couldn't see the queen's arrogance.

The tails of Cecil's eyes curled back imperceptibly, and he nodded aggrievedly.

Bonnar? Yilin turned her head sideways, gave Isri a fierce look, and then turned to meet Cecil's gaze: "It's time to show some color, what do you think?"

"What Your Majesty says is what it is."

With the consent of the original owner, Bonnar Yilin regained the majesty of the queen, and her eyes became cold.

Compared to the original Queen, Bonnard Irene is the most uncertain character, it is best to follow along, but in the current situation, it feels good to follow along.

"You!" Bonnar Yilin looked at Isli who was standing in the distance: "Come here!"

After receiving the order, Isri walked between the two and bowed to salute.

"As the deacon of the Kritis family, you haven't performed your corresponding duties, so it's not too much for me to punish you." Bonnar Yilin opened her mouth to Isri.

Isri lowered his head, seeing that Cehir didn't speak, he could only open his mouth: "Not too much."

Bonnard Irene smiled: "Alright, tonight, you will stand outside until the Duke agrees that you can go in, understand?"

"Yes"

Bonnar Yilin didn't forget to look at Cehir while speaking, and Cecir responded with a smile.

"Let's go, Bourne." Bonnar Irene shouted.

"Your Majesty, be safe." Cecil bent down and opened his mouth respectfully.

After Bonnar Yilin walked away, Isri stood behind Cehir and opened his mouth: "Master."

Cecil turned his head and opened his mouth calmly: "Do you still want to disobey the queen's order?"

Isri lowered his head, and he could see that he was a little disappointed: "Don't dare."

As he said that, he had already descended the steps and stood outside. At night, the wind on the mountain was indeed a bit cold, and within a few minutes it was as if people were fished out of a cold storage.

"Master" Isri raised his head and called Cehir to stop, his voice a bit restrained: "Just now, what did you say about me?"

Cecil stopped going back, turned around and walked to Isri's side, with a provocative voice.

"I'm talking bad about you."