A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Days passed, perhaps because a large number of people who always liked to play tricks behind their backs were eliminated, so another group of people who were ruthless and courageous also became honest, so this period of time was very peaceful.

Through the campaign in Kanal, the army has completed the reform.

The trial implementation of the "separation of powers" regime in the Kanal King City has also gone smoothly. Basically, all the powers of the Kanal King City have been grasped and are gradually expanding outward.

The Geshu people who were defeated again retreated, and there seemed to be conflicts among them, and the northern border ushered in a long-lost peace.

Probably seeing that Aaron Landis has become powerful recently, the Yis people in the eastern border only harassed Aaron Landis on a small scale and did not make any major moves.

In the territory of Aaron Landis, there is a lot of waste waiting to be done.

The construction of roads between cities is in full swing.

Large sums of money have been poured down, and water conservancy projects have started in those cities that have been flooded by rivers and often suffer from floods.

Small temples of Solga have been built or are being built.

At the same time, taking advantage of the internal strife of the Geshu people, there was no time for other people to pay attention, and the city walls and the foundations of the fortresses in the northern border were erected...

Seriously short of manpower, Garlan spent a lot of money to buy many slaves—all the wealth of the nobles who committed the crime of treason and treason were confiscated to the central royal court and collected into the treasury, and their slaves were also part of their wealth. Part of it - a sum of money was taken from the private treasury to the state treasury, and the tens of thousands of slaves were owned by Garlan privately.

However, Garlan did not intend to directly liberate these slaves.

Sheng Mien fights Mi Chou.

In the past, the liberated slaves risked their lives to help the siege and make great contributions, so that they were able to abolish their status as slaves.

If the latter slaves can easily abolish their slave status without doing anything, not only will they not cherish such an easy thing, but it will also cause dissatisfaction among the slaves who have been liberated earlier.

Therefore, Garlan stipulated that these slaves should first participate in the construction of projects in various places as slaves, and record the amount of wages each person deserves for what they do every day. When the time is doubled, the person is released from the status of a slave, and from then on he can work as a commoner and get the same wages as everyone else.

Therefore, as long as they work hard, those hard-working people can get out of slavery and become wage-earners in about five or six years.

As for those lazy people who like to slack off, just be slaves for the rest of their lives.

There are not many government affairs recently, so Garlan has been relatively relaxed recently.

The palace was very peaceful, and the magistrate was in a good mood.

A week ago, Heymos and Keyhos both took the army to a special training camp outside the city, saying that they wanted to further train the soldiers.

Also as the Central Army, the First Army and the Third Army have been competing in different ways.

Don't talk about fighting, even ordinary training has to compete.

On this day, Garlan successfully concluded today's political affairs in the morning and got half a day's rest.

After taking a short break after lunch, he went to the private training ground on the side of the palace, and practiced against several guards for a whole while.

Although there will be fewer opportunities to go to the battlefield in the future, he doesn't intend to let his martial arts go to waste.

Even if Heymos couldn't do the uninterrupted perverted self-torture exercises every day, he could still go to the training ground every few days.

He was sweating all over. Although he was very tired, his muscles and bones were active, and he felt a lot more comfortable.

Then, he went to the hot spring at the back and soaked comfortably for a long time, until he felt a little drowsy, then he got up lazily and asked the maid to dry his hair.

It was already late at night, with a sleepy look on his face, Garlan returned to his bedroom, planning to lie down on the bed and fall asleep.

However, there were already people in the room.

As soon as he entered, he saw the handsome black-haired man sitting by the window looking up at him.

It seems that they climbed over the wall again and sneaked in secretly.

This habit of Heymos probably cannot be changed.

Thinking about it, Garlan stretched his arms and yawned before walking over.

In his drowsiness, he didn't realize that Heymos had been staring at him intently since he entered the room.

Because he planned to sleep straight away, Garlan was wearing an extremely loose nightgown right now.

The shoulders were loose, and the light reflected, reflecting a moist luster on the young man's delicate clavicle skin.

When he raised his hands and stretched his waist, half of his body under the armpits was exposed from the loose short robe.

That half of the body line is displayed in the dark night with an extremely graceful arc.

Just after soaking in the hot spring, there was still a faint mist on Garlan's skin, which became more and more supple and white in the dark night, and one couldn't help thinking about how wonderful it would be to touch it with fingers.

The flowing gold-like long hair hung down, covering most of the skin on the side.

But the partiality is the feeling of being faintly visible under the hair, which makes people more attractive.

Heymos' Adam's apple twitched slightly.

"Aren't you at the special training camp? Why are you here?"

The boy's clear voice sounded in the room.

"...I suddenly want to take a look at you."

Heymos replied, as calmly as possible.

He lowered his eyes.

Dark eyelashes concealed the restlessness in his eyes.

Lowering his eyes, he wanted to stare at the ground and calm down the throbbing that surged deep in his body.

In front of Garlan, he never dared to believe his extremely fragile self-control.

But his eyes moved down an inch, then stopped again, unable to look away.

Probably because the weather was too hot, Garlan was wearing a short robe with a very short hem, barely covering his thighs.

Under the short robe, there is a pair of straight and slender legs, which are surrounded by the night, because its white and tender skin is more conspicuous in the dark night.

Although the boy is not tall, his legs look very long.

From the slender ankles to the slightly sunken leg sockets, the arcs drawn by the smooth lines all carry the unique youthfulness and beauty of a teenager's body.

Heymos swallowed almost instinctively.

The restlessness in the depths of the body is getting stronger.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to turn his head, and cast his gaze out of the window, only then could he forcefully suppress the evil fire in his heart.

But even if he looked away, those white and slender legs seemed to be branded in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

Garlan, who was ignorant of the man's agitation at the moment, walked up to Heymos without any precaution, and looked out the window following Heymos' gaze.

He saw the hyacinth bushes swaying gently by the pool in the night.

He suddenly remembered that night when he thought Heymos was dead, he sat among the hyacinth flowers and dropped a tear in the pool.

Garlan's face felt a little hot all of a sudden.

Fortunately, no one knew about it. Even the big lion Niega who was beside him at the time was drunk and didn't see it.

But even if he knew that Heymos couldn't possibly know about this matter, seeing Heymos staring at it, Garlan always felt inexplicably guilty.

So he simply stretched out his hand, pinched Heymos' chin with his right hand and turned it towards himself.

"What are you looking at? There's nothing over there."

Although he turned his head and seemed to be calmly staring at the hyacinth bushes outside, Heymos, who was actually agitated by the image in his mind, was unprepared, and Garlan turned his head just like that.

His eyes once again fell on the young man beside him.

Garlan's height may not be very high, but his body proportions are very good. He looks slender but not thin. Although his muscles are only a thin layer, there is no excess fat on his body, and every inch of his skin is tight Sincerely.

The loose clothes were tucked away at the waist, but a waist rope of gold thread was casually tied, which outlined the boy's waist.

The slender waist makes people want to reach out and hold it at a glance.

So Heymos did just that.

He reached out and grabbed Garlan's waist.

The cloth is soft, but the skin beneath the thin layer of cloth is even softer.

he thinks.

If it weren't for this thin layer of cloth...

The body is agitated, almost painful, and it is impossible to calm down without doing something.

Heymos bowed his head.

His jaw was still pinched by Garlan, but he didn't care, instead he took this opportunity to lean over and kiss Garlan.

When he sucked those soft lips, the restlessness in his body seemed to subside a little.

However, that is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

A strong rebound surged, almost instantly flooding his entire body, like poison boiling in his blood.

Sweet, yet dangerous to the extreme.

It burned him almost into madness.

The lower body was already tense to the point of pain.

He has almost forgotten everything, only where his lips and teeth touch can still feel a little bit of himself.

He felt like a dying person about to drown in poison, and only the boy in his arms was his only antidote and salvation.

……

Suddenly being kissed wantonly by the other party with almost fierce movements, his lips were blocked tightly, that man's raging kiss seemed to take away all the remaining oxygen in his mouth.

The feeling of being robbed of everything and being unable to breathe made Garlan a little dizzy.

Just as he was trying to catch his breath, he suddenly felt his body lighten, and he was picked up by Heymos.

Before he could react, he had already fallen onto the soft bed.

The man who put him down on the bed put his arms on both sides of his head, and his tall body covered him.

Heymos' arms and body seemed to form a prison that trapped him.

The moonlight shone through the skylight, and under the backlight, the man's shadow almost enveloped his whole body.

Garlan opened his eyes wide and looked at the person above in astonishment, feeling a little dazed for a while.

The moonlight is like water, as if flowing down from the void.

The shimmering golden long hair spread out on the snow-white bed quilt.

Heymos stared at the boy below him.

Gallan's skin was already fair, but now it reflected the moonlight, and it seemed to be glowing in the dark night, tender and healthy.

And because Garlan had just taken a shower, and the steam was hot, his fair skin was dyed a little moist pink, like a pink and tender peach, which looked unusually delicious.

Under the lamplight, the skin that still had a little heat left traces of water mist in the air.

Garlan raised his head, looking at Heymos with clean and clear golden eyes, revealing a trace of confusion.

But this confusion made Heymos's breathing even more rapid.

The blood is tense.

He felt his heart beating wildly.

The self-control that had always been vulnerable in front of this person had already collapsed into a mess.

Everything is out of control.

He couldn't see or think of anything except the person in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the beautiful boy with bright eyes and bright teeth looked at him in confusion.

There was a little water stain on the golden hair tip on the forehead, and it slid down from the corner of the eye, like tear stains, which made people's heart tighten.

Seductive to the extreme.

It's so tempting that I can't wait to swallow the person in my arms one bite at a time, devouring them completely.

Because Heymos looked too aggressive at the moment, Gallan, who instinctively felt the danger, stretched out his hand, trying to push him away from his body.

"He..."

Putting his hand on the opponent's shoulder and pushing it, he wanted to sit up.

Because he was already under the pressure of Heymos, when he raised his leg, he would naturally go up, inevitably touching the opponent's leg.

The legs of the two overlapped each other almost seamlessly.

At this moment, the name that hadn't been called out was stuck in his throat.

Garlan's entire body was petrified.

He stared blankly at Heymos, his thighs were so stiff that he couldn't move, and his mind was even more muddled.

Heymos looked down at the boy frozen beneath him.

His eyes are golden red, always with the sharpness of a blade.

But at this moment, the red color of his pupils seemed to seep out little by little, staining the corners of his eyes.

There seemed to be a flame of desire burning in the bottom of his eyes, burning the corners of his eyes red.