canary in cage

Les was obviously in a hurry, his eyes kept flicking back and forth between Cecil and Isri, not knowing what to say.

"But, that title!" Les shouted with his head down and his eyes closed.

Cecil stopped in the middle of the walk, turned around, looked down at Les, and murmured softly, "You are not worthy."

A group of pedantic people who only look at profit.

Cehir didn't even look at the people below, and went back to the room and tucked into the bed and fell asleep. Maybe because of his nervousness, this time Cehir actually slept from noon to the next morning.

He opened his eyes in a daze and sat up, when he heard Isri open his mouth beside him.

"Young Master, the Queen invited you to the noble garden, I have already prepared the clothes."

Cehir wiped his face with a towel, and his head was a little more awake. He turned his head and glanced at the clothes in Isri's hands, and then sat down from the bed.

"Where is the location?" Cehir opened his hand, allowing Isri to move.

Isri raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, took off a glove and put his hand on Cehir's forehead: "It's by Lake Ersay."

As he spoke, he moved his hands away and quietly changed clothes for Cecil. Lake Ersay is a famous swan lake in West Asia, and it is the favorite place of this generation of queens. It is not surprising that it was chosen here.

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The cold air outside cut his face like ice blades, Cehir couldn't help but hastened a few steps to get into the carriage, and shrank himself in the corner.

Ersay Lake was not far from the mansion, and the street was white because of the snow that fell last night, and it finally got warmer before Sehir took his hands out of his cloak.

A lot of people have already come to the Ersai Lake, all kinds of carriages are parked in the distance, and the food and drinks during the garden tour have been arranged by the lake.

Lake Ersay can only be entered by those who are allowed by the queen, and all the deacons and maids of these young masters and ladies are arranged in the periphery.

Cehir, who hadn't had much contact with outsiders for a while, was a little at a loss. He glanced at Isri who was standing outside, but suddenly a figure bumped into him.

"Duke Kritis! Long time no see." The queen was wearing a white dress today, and her face was still covered with a white veil.

Cecil was taken aback, but still steadied his feet, took off his hat and saluted: "Hello, Your Majesty, you are still beautiful today."

These high-sounding words Cehir almost memorized backwards. When the queen said the first sentence to him, he had already felt the hostile eyes around him, and he couldn't help but secretly "tsk".

"Do you want to go boating together?" The queen extended an invitation to Cehir, and immediately even the eyes of the surrounding people fell on Cehir.

After all, everyone in West Asia knows that the queen of this life is notoriously indifferent, and never puts on a smiling face to anyone, or even sends out invitations like she is doing now.

Cecil felt uncomfortable from being stared at, but the expression on his face still kept the smile just now.

"Sorry, honorable queen, forgive me for not being able to row with you today, I just caught a cold." Cecil bowed and explained.

Although the voices of the people next to him were not loud, they could still hear a sigh.

He dared to reject the queen, how bold!

Some people had already put on expressions of watching the show, but the Queen just frowned slightly, sighed and said, "Then next time."

"Thank you for your tolerance." Cecil replied.

After the queen walked away, the surroundings returned to normal, and Cecil was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He came to the garden party because he took advantage of the advantage that servants could not come in. This was a god-given opportunity, and he must not waste it.

Cecil casually took a goblet on the table, integrated himself into it, and slowly moved towards a place where there were few people.

"Master Duke Kritis, wait a moment." Suddenly, a voice behind him stopped Cehir.

Cecil frowned slightly, and was about to continue running away when he didn't hear it, but the voice amplified a few decibels, and suddenly the ladies next to the voice also looked over.

In order to avoid everyone's eyes again, Cecil turned his head over: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Cecil's face, those ladies couldn't hold back any longer, and they all came over one after another.

"My lord, today is a garden party, let's chat casually." The voice squeezed in again.

It was a young master with a handsome appearance, and his hair was as golden as Cehir's, but not as pure as Cehir's. When the girls around saw him, they all moved behind Cehir.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Is that one outside your deacon? I think his eyes are always on you." The young master said with a slight curl of his lips, and looked at Isri who was outside.

Cehir looked at the past, and suddenly his throat stopped, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Is there a problem?" Cecil asked with his gaze back.

"No problem." The young master smiled, and a sneer flashed in his eyes: "It's just that a dog looks at you like this, which really degrades your status."

Cecil frowned slightly, and the gaze in his eyes turned cold. He couldn't express his affection for the young master in front of him at all.

"Even if it's a dog, it's my Kritis's dog. This dog can't even look at you." Cecil looked at the person in front of him with a colder gaze.

"The duke is the duke, he can stab people with his words." The young master smiled instead of anger: "I forgot to introduce, I am Ringer."

With that said, Ringe turned around and brought out two glasses of wine from behind, and smiled at the girl behind him: "By the way, you can call me Earl Ringe."

The girls glanced at each other, and moved a little further away.

Linge handed the red wine in his hand to Cecil: "Why is the Duke still drinking with this kind of child? Drinking this guarantee will make you linger."

Cecil glanced at the red wine in Ringe's hand, but didn't pick it up. Immediately, Ringe's face darkened, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but his voice was aggrieved to the extreme.

"Dear Duke, are you looking down on us low-level nobles? Are you unwilling to accept such a small gift?"

Linge lowered his head and said, with a wicked smile on his lips. The voice was not loud, but it just reached the ears of others.

Cecil secretly tightened his fingers, and his white fingertips turned pink. After a second, he still took the red wine in Ringer's hand, and took a sip under his gaze.

Looking at Cecil's slightly raised chin and flawless neck, a trace of obsessive desire flashed in Linge's eyes.

"Thank you Duke for your face." Linge saluted lazily, but his eyes were full of frivolity.

Cecil picked out a touch of red wine from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and immediately turned and left this place.

But just after taking a few steps, my lower abdomen burned so badly that it reached my throat, and even my head was a little dizzy.

Cecil rested for a while while leaning on the wall, and then started to walk forward again. The things in front of him had become double images.

The smoldering eyes behind him stared at Cecil's background, and the corners of his lips raised a nice arc.

It seems that the effect of the medicine is about to take effect.