A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The drizzle had just stopped, and the roads outside were still wet. The stars fell on the wet bushes. The water droplets dripping from the green leaves refracted a star.

The loft in the sky is very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the night breeze can be heard.

The teenager who was sitting on the stone table with his chin still deliberately posing a proud look now had round eyes, stayed there, and the whole person was ignorant.

However, whether it was the appearance of the little arrogant boy with the head up just now, or the appearance of being lost now, it was not cute in the eyes of someone.

Heimus knelt at Garlan's feet on one knee.

He tilted his head and stared at the young man who looked down on him from the top.

It was supposed to be a humiliating posture, but a little indulgence leaked out from the thin lips, and the incomparably soft gaze in the other person's gaze, but instead let the black hair as if melted in the dark night. This scene of kneeling at the feet of a blond-haired young boy is extremely beautiful.

——It's just that the teenager's brutal expression completely ruined the beautiful scene at this moment.

Suddenly for a second.

Galan, who was sitting on the stone table leisurely just now, flicked his feet impatiently and hurried impatiently away with Hyimus.

Jumping off the table, he stretched out his hand and dragged Huimus.

"What do you do if this is seen by others--"

Garland reached out and wanted to pull the guy who suddenly knelt down to say something inexplicable, but the next second, he stretched out his hand and was held upright by the opponent.

Brown's hand held his hand, perhaps because of height and skeleton. Heymos's hand was much larger than his.

When holding it, he could wrap almost his entire hand in it.

It was only at the next moment that Huimos suddenly loosened his hand and slid halfway into a hand holding his first half, and his distinct finger just held his finger.

Garlan didn't respond, and his hand was raised.

Heimus looked down.

Fine lacquered black hair was scattered in the corners of his sharp eyes, long thin eyelashes hung down, and shadows covered his eye sockets.

His lips burned gently on the teenager's fair fingers.

The touch on the finger was obviously the touch of the man’s cool and pliable lips, but to Galland it was like a hot iron—

He looked as if he had been struck by thunder, pulling his hand out of Huimus's fingers.

His original white face blushed badly, and even his neck flushed faintly.

He stepped back sharply and nearly fell on the stone table behind him.

Fortunately, he responded fast enough, his hands propped back and pressed against the stone table, and then he stood firm.

It stands to reason that as a prince, he has been kissed many times as a prince.

But somehow, this time, it was done by Heimus to give him an awkward feeling, and his face was hot for a while.

Garland stood with his hands on the table and opened his mouth, staring dumbly at Heimus who was still kneeling on one knee in front of him.

"you you you you--"

Too much shock left his mind blank for a moment, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

Compared to the teenager with a face that was struck by thunder, Kymus, who was kneeling, looked very calm and calm.

He raised an eyebrow at Garland.

"Kiss your hand, I will be yours from now on."

Huimus said decisively.

Garland was stunned by the almost rogue remarks of Heimus.

He must meet a fake Huimus now!

Garland thought blankly.

Heymoth he knew could not be so rogue--

He stayed here, and the other party had already got up.

Heimus approached, the golden red eyes narrowed, and Gallan trance thought that the person's eyes at this moment were very much like his slightly shiny eyes when he saw the dessert.

"So, my master..."

The low-pitched mid-life student could reveal the unintelligible, sensational sound close at hand, almost scalding his ears.

"Wait, wait-wait for me! You -"

Watching the other party approaching, he was held back by the stone table and unable to retreat. Gallan raised his hand in panic and pressed it on Huimus's shoulder, trying to say something.

However, as soon as his hand was pressed on the opponent's shoulder, he was startled.

wet?

He felt that the clothes on his shoulders where his fingers pressed were a little wet, and when he looked up again, Huimus' dark hair was cold with moisture.

It's just that in the dark night, the black hair is slightly wet and not too obvious.

"you……"

"Your Highness!"

Suddenly, a shout came from behind, scaring Galland.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a round man running towards him with a jumping belt.

Because the boy was so fat, it seemed like he was rolling over instead of running.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Galland-I can count on you!"

Seeing that bright blond hair in the distance from afar, Talle ran over.

"Everyone is looking for you."

He said, with a little pride.

He was the first to find His Royal Highness, which shows that he and His Royal Highness have a spirit.

Running to the attic, Tal just wanted to talk to His Highness with joy, and suddenly saw the man standing opposite His Highness.

"Her, Prince Heimus?"

He was startled.

Why is Prince Huimus here?

He was wondering, and suddenly Heimus glanced at him.

The golden-red eyes, sharp as a sword blade, passed a little cold light under the eyes.

The little fat man was suddenly trembling.

Damn, Prince Huimus's eyes are terrible--

Has he done anything wrong?

Heimus, who was about to take advantage of the victory, was suddenly disturbed by someone, and he stopped in a daunting manner toward Gallan.

And Gallan, like the rest of his life, turned around quickly, walked around the stone table half a circle, and quickly walked to Tal.

"Is the banquet over?"

"Yes." Tal did not dare to look at Huimus again, just lowered his head. "Because seeing you not, Your Majesty let everyone find you."

Tal's answer relaxes Gallan, and when the banquet is over, he can go straight back.

Then the abnormality of his reddish lips does not require him to make excuses.

"Got it, let's go."

After Garlan finished speaking, he walked down quickly with Tal.

However, as he walked down the stone steps, he glanced back.

Under the stars, the man stood still in the attic.

In the dark night he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but even in the dark, the golden eyes that looked at him were unusually bright, like a burning red flame.

…………

Because after the banquet, I escaped, and after a night, my red lips became normal.

Garland was relieved.

After having breakfast under the maid's service, he went to the royal library.

When he was young, he needed to study with the noble children of the same age in the hall, but when he grew up, he began to be taught by Xie Muer alone.

Originally, Huimos was with him, but after Huimos went to the northern border more than four years ago, Xiemuer only had to teach him one person.

The teaching location is naturally only allowed by the royal family, high-ranking high priests, and special talents. The Aaron Landis family has inherited a long history of the library.

As soon as he stepped into the side hall dedicated to teaching in the library, Gallan was stunned.

The other half was exposed in the side hall under the blue sky, in addition to Xie Muer, there was another familiar figure.

The dark-haired young man stood in the side hall, his long figure bathed in the morning sun.

That beautiful girl smiled slightly at him.

Garlan was dumb, he remembered.

At first, because Heymos went to the North, he was taught alone, and he was used to it, so he didn't remember it for a moment. Now that Heymus returns to the royal city, he must continue to be taught by Xie Muer.

This sudden encounter made him a little caught off guard for a while.

"you are late."

The priest of Shamash in a robe said to him seriously.

"Sorry."

Garland apologized.

Because of the inexplicable words of Huimos, and the painful lips, he turned over half a night last night, and finally fell asleep late at night.

So I got up late this morning.

Xie Muer nodded, beckoning him to sit over.

Garland sat in his seat and saw that a new table and chairs had been added next to it, and Huimus took it.

During the morning lecture, Gallan had been a little absent-minded.

He glanced at the people around him, remembering that he had tossed and turned for most of the night last night, and he was inexplicably upset.

But then I thought about it again.

Last night, he clearly wanted to clean up Heymus's thoughts cleanly, but he was frightened by Hey's behavior, and he didn't react.

At that time, Tal happened to come again. He was forced by Heimus and he ran away with him subconsciously, forgetting the matter of rejecting Heimus.

No way.

Procrastination is not his style.

Since he couldn't respond to Huimus, he had to make a simple cut.

Turning the snow-white quill in his hand, Gallan sipped his lips, so determined.

After Xiemuer's lecture was over, he made it clear to Heimus.

Whether Heimus likes men or women, anyway, he is absolutely impossible.

It's better to cut the mess than to cut the silk.

Thinking so, clenching the quill pen in his hand, Gallan glanced at the corner of his eyes to the person on his side.

Heimos sat quietly in the seat, parchment spread out on the table case, propped on the table with one hand, and wrote with a pen on the other.

The fine black hair scattered, covering his eyes halfway.

The thin lips were slightly open, some reddish, and slowly breathed out.

It looks normal.

Garland turned back.

...

Ok?

It seems wrong.

auzw.com The teenager turned his head suddenly again.

At this time, Xie Muer, who was explaining a map hanging on the wall, could not bear it anymore.

"Prince Garland!"

He had long noticed that Garland had been absent-minded in today's class.

"Please concentrate!"

Xie Muer's tone was already very bad, but Gallan seemed to have not heard it, stood up, and leaned over to Heimus directly.

"you……"

He had just said a word, and his finger touched the arm of Huimus on the table.

So hot.

When the teenager was stunned, he could not care about anything else, and he reached out and touched the brown forehead covered by the black hair.

...Like a fire!

He felt that Huimos looked a little strange today, and his breathing was faster than usual.

It turned out to be a high fever.

At this time, Xie Muer also realized that something was wrong, and quickly walked over.

"what happened?"

"Ah, this..."

Garland hadn't had time to answer yet, and Huimus, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly looked up at him.

The usual sharp eyes seemed to be misty and hazy at the moment.

Then, with his head tilted, his upper body fell directly into his arms.

Subconsciously, he reached out and caught Garland: "!!!"

Is this guy pretending?

He was thinking this way, and he felt that Huimos, who had fallen in his arms with his eyes closed, was breathing more rapidly, and the skin he touched with his hands was also very hot, and he was suddenly anxious.

"Hymos seems to have a fever."

He says.

He suddenly remembered that last night, when Huimus followed him, it seemed to be raining, and his body was wet.

Maybe because of this...

…………

Some people do not get sick easily, and they are very scary when they get sick.

Huimus is probably such a person.

In the morning, the lectures were temporarily canceled, and Xie Muer took Huimus back to his residence.

Used to carry.

Although he knew this was not kind, but when Garland saw Xie Muer put the unconscious Heymus on his shoulders, he couldn't help but feel funny.

He felt that in this scene, he could take it out and laugh at Huimos for ten years.

In addition, the guy was so burned that he was able to pretend to be casual, so that no one else could see it. This is really...

Garland spat so privately at Tal.

"Huh? How did you see that, Your Highness? Just because your breathing is faster?"

Tal asked curiously.

"........."

Because for so long, Huimus didn't even look at him.

This is very abnormal.

You know, before, Huimos's eyes always fell on him.

It is naturally impossible for Garland to say such an answer.

Casually confusing a few words to Tal, and dealt with the past.

After having lunch, Garland thought about it, or went to the residence of Heimos and planned to visit him.

Just stepping into the palace, the middle-aged female chief in charge has greeted him and saluted him.

I learned from the chief lady’s mouth that after he was sent back in the morning, the doctor came and left a few packs of medicine after the inspection, and asked the chief lady to cook the medicine and let Prince Hemos take it as soon as possible. .

And Huimos woke up not long ago.

However, the middle-aged female chief executive officer couldn't see a look of relief on her face, but was rather distressed.

Looking at the embarrassed, lingering look of the woman chief, Gallan asked.

"what happened?"

"His Royal Highness, Prince Heimus..."

The chief woman glanced around, then lowered her voice to Gallan.

"He refuses to drink soup."

Garland: "........."

By the way, I almost forgot.

Heimos likes sweet things, and especially hates bitter things.

Garland was speechless.

It was just unexpected that he refused to drink the soup.

"The soup medicine has been brought in, but Lord Heimus has refused to drink. Your Highness, please help me persuade him."

Looking at the embarrassed female chief, Gallan nodded helplessly.

After all, Huimus really has something to do with his fever this time.

When Gallan stepped into Heimus' bedroom, he saw Heimus lying sideways on the bed.

The dark hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow, the man lay quietly, and the brown cheeks had an abnormal redness at the moment.

The stern eyes that were shocking to look at all day were closed and looked quiet.

The forehead is still sweating, sticking a few strands of black hair on the forehead.

The thin lips pressed tightly, revealing a little uncomfortable emotion.

A bowl of steaming soup was placed on the table beside the bed.

Heimus just closed his eyes and nodded his mind, and didn't fall asleep. When Gallan approached, he opened his eyes.

The slender eyelashes just lifted slightly, and they were not fully opened, half open, making the eye look a little slender.

He looked at Gallan without moving his eyes, revealing an unspeakable emotion.

The terrible man who was so powerful on the battlefield as the black knight by everyone, the young man who was always sharp and sharp, lying in bed quietly at this moment, looking at him with his eyes open, actually giving a kind of child Feeling as well-handed.

Looking at Huimus's reddish cheeks that were abnormal due to fever, and the rare limping look, Galland suddenly felt a bit complicated and a little bit soft.

"Drink the medicine?"

He said softly.

With a slightly chapped lips, Huimus glanced disgustingly at the bowl of soup and frowned and said a word.

"bitter."

"..."

Are you a child, disgusting with medicine?

Want others to coax to eat?

"I'm fine."

Heimos got up, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked at Gallan who was standing by the bed.

"Even if you don't take medicine, you can sleep well."

He said this, but his voice looked hoarse, and the perspiration was oozing from his forehead, and a few strands of black forehead were posted on his skin.

Garland didn't think much, just bent down subconsciously and reached out to touch Heimus's forehead.

It was still very hot, not much worse than the morning.

He thought so, but did not notice that the man who touched the other person's forehead. Heimus' eyes looked at him deeply, revealing a little sharpness.

It's just that the sharpness instantly converged when Garlan saw it, making it invisible.

"Drink the medicine."

The teenager who stood up said that he had started his coaxing task.

"I'll bring you the preserves."

"No, don't want to eat."

Garland is a bit strange. Heimus usually likes to eat this very sweet preserved fruit, but now he actually doesn't want to eat it?

"Then... sweet cake?"

"No."

"Honey ice milk?"

"No."

"Then what do you want?...Forget it, I'll just take it all and see for yourself."

Garland had a headache. He turned and wanted to leave, planning to go out and instructed the chief lady to get all the sweets.

However, he had just turned his head, and before reaching his body, he reached out abruptly.

Huimus grabbed his wrist.

The teenager turned back subconsciously.

Heimus, who had just leaned against the head of the bed, leaned forward, his right hand clenched on his wrist, and he refused to let go.

"Do not want any."

The sharp eyes of the past were half open at the moment, and they looked towards Gallan.

The golden-red eyes were covered with a light mist, without sharpness, and a little hazy.

The appearance of having a great contrast with Changri makes people look, and they will be unconscious and soft-hearted.

Grabbing Garlan's wrist in one hand, Huimus looked up at Garlan with his head raised.

On the cheeks as beautiful as the morning glow, the rough lapis lazuli earrings on the earlobe refracted a light.

The thin lips that burned more than usual were moved.

At the moment, the deep voice was a bit hoarse, and it was a few degrees lower.

Sand grains, like 簌簌, rubbed and fell down, but if there were none, they penetrated into the bottom of my heart.

He said, "I want you."

The misty flame-colored gemstone eyes looked at the young man, and the low voice made the heart tremble.

…………

Garland looked down on Huimus.

Then, a hard one.

He took back the gripped hand.

The golden eyes squinted slightly, and the teenager squinted at Huimus with a big smile.

He said, "No."

Huimus: "..............."

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