present to the lord

Fan Haoran had already expected the third prince to come to meet him. The recent suspicion and turmoil in the royal family not only gave hope to those ambitious, but also brought a crisis factor of instability to the royal family.If you want to ascend to the throne, it is already a visible future situation to form factions, and Duke Jacques has private soldiers in his hands, rich family background, wise brain and means. He is a very ideal figure in the eyes of the princes.

But his purpose is not to support a puppet king, but this will not become his hindrance. If he wants this country to implement his decision, he must first give the people a new belief.

After all, God doesn't like gays.

The means of emancipating the mind often have to be subtle.From the perspective of opera and literature, it is a very suitable angle.

It is very easy to find a few unknown writers with exquisite writing styles, and for opera, although Eric's talent is admired by everyone, Fan Haoran is not going to draw him into this kind of thing, after all, it is His ideas should also be carried out by himself.This coming new world is about to unfold before Eric's eyes.

A movement to emancipate the mind is quietly rising, from the sudden emergence of many exquisitely written, gorgeous, emotionally entangled and romantic books in Paris, to the destructive taboo love between men and men staged every week in the opera house, desperately devoted to Among the impossible loves, they always end up sad and beautiful because of the real problems of the society, which has attracted many people's regret and lamentation.Human beings are creatures yearning for happiness by nature. All sincere loves are fundamentally imperfect endings that are always impressive.

For nearly half a month, frequent entry into the palace immediately caught Eric's attention.The mature man pursed his lips tightly, looking blankly at the hands on his knees, the angle was slightly lowered, he sat there for a long time, until the sky gradually darkened, for several hours, he didn't even change his posture at all.

"Eric?" He looked at the man on the sofa with his head slightly lowered, his eyes half-closed, and his damaged right face covered by his black hair, so he couldn't see what kind of expression it was.Even though he couldn't see his expression, Fan Haoran still sensed the sluggish atmosphere, "Why don't you rest, are you waiting for me?" He took off the luxuriously patterned cloak, walked over and sat next to Eric , put an arm around his waist.

He looked over quietly with dark black pupils, and there was some hesitation in those eyes, he wanted to ask something, where Brian was and what he was doing, but these questions asked him like a woman. Can't say it.In the end it was just silent.Pursing his lips under the wall lamp, his beautiful shape follows the brow bone, which is a very refined shape, with deep eye sockets, those eyes are enough to fascinate everyone just by looking at them.

"Eric, are you restless?" He leaned over in an aggressive posture, his gentle eyes carried a masculine aggressiveness, his arms rested on the sofa, almost surrounding Eric, he always knew There is always something wrong with the relationship between the two, but it is hidden deeply, but now he can't pretend that he can't see anything.He stared deeply at Eric, forcing him to speak, "What are you upset about?"

Stared at by that kind of eyes, the oppressive darkness around Eric seemed to be suddenly slashed by a long sword with dazzling light. The tingling and some taste of the sun after a long time.

After a long silence, he was finally forced by the gaze to ask: "I just heard that you are very close to a female friend of the third prince, and I'm curious what kind of person you can take to heart." He His voice is so perfect that it cannot be eaten, but there are jealousy and dark emotions hidden in it.

"Continue to talk." Fan Haoran got closer to him, breathing lightly on Eric's face, and ordered, but gently reached out to hold his left hand on his knee, "Tell me what you think Yes." He was about to tear off Eric's submissive coat, such a cautious relationship was not what he wanted, "Speak your mind."

"It's nothing." Eric avoided his gaze, which made him feel as if he had been penetrated, naked and completely revealing his dark mood.

Fan Haoran raised his head forcefully, his eyes became colder: "You really don't want to say?" Seeing Eric's acquiescence, he smiled, the corners of his mouth seemed to be savage like blood froth, and he even hummed softly. With a laugh, he suddenly pressed one hand on the sofa, ripped off Eric's collar with the other hand, reached in, and caressed Eric's sculptural perfect body indifferently. He didn't have much expression: "What do you think we are related to?"

It was not the first time that Eric was touched by Fan Haoran, but he was still trembling all over, and his voice tightened with the movement of being touched: "Lover."

Hearing this word, Eric immediately felt the sudden violent breath of this person on his body.He was puzzled and silent.

"Lover?" Fan Haoran grimly chewed on this almost insulting word, but his subordinates still did not hurt Eric in the slightest. Furious, "You think we're lovers? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard."

The light in Eric's eyes disappeared immediately: "We are brothers."

"Brother?" He tore all Eric's clothes, and there was only the sound of 'tearing' the fabric in the air, "Which pair of brothers would do such a thing? Kissing, soothing, and... entering." He said coldly Asked, finger pierced.

Eric's body froze: "Well—" His brows were slightly frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.Black hair hangs on both sides of his cheeks, emitting a soft light under the light, revealing his right cheek.

"I'll give you time to think about what our relationship is." His eyes were cold and hard, but his dilated movements were still very gentle. With the other hand, he caressed the ring he gave Eric, and intertwined his fingers. The fingers are very trim.

Even though it was said that the two accepted the ring as a partner, Eric did not have the real feeling of becoming another master of the Jacques family. Three fingers were going in and out of him below him. He resisted the feeling and tried to turn his brain, and finally used it on Fan Haoran. When the scorching heat pressed against him, he moved his thighs uneasily.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Fan Haoran lowered his head slightly, with his short blond hair hanging down, he supported himself against the entrance with one hand, and rubbed him threateningly.

Eric was so tortured that his cheeks turned red, and he said bitterly: "Bed partner..."

(Harmonious plot...)

"Accepting my ring, do you think I will share the rights of the Jacques family with a bed partner?" He gritted his teeth and moved closer to Eric's face, took his lips with a wok, bit them lightly, exchanged saliva, and swallowed Eric The air that overcomes the heart and lungs almost suffocates the kiss, "Think about it, I can't think of it..." He sneered, hugged him and let him sit on his lap, this action made Eric tremble twice He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around him tightly, "Then I'll make sure you have that awareness."

……

That's the way it is.When Eric finally lay on the bed and was still being pushed in and out, his limbs were limp and his whole body was soaked.The person behind him holding his ankle finally got tired of the posture and turned the person to the front, Eric was almost knocked out of his mind by him.

Confronted fiercely, Fan Haoran shook off the sweat from his forehead, and happily looked at the soulless man: "Say it again!"

He entered a few times fiercely, and repeated the question again, before Eric came back to his senses, and unconsciously murmured: "Love..."

"Very good, remember it firmly for me." With that said, he released himself and kissed her in satisfaction.

It was already dusk when Eric woke up. He was lying on the bed limp and weak, but he couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night in his head. He was annoyed that he didn't ask anything about Brian's recent abnormality. But he was half-dead.But deep down there is joy.

He lay on the bed and gently stroked his right cheek, the fingertips felt uneven and rough. He had seen his devilish face countless times, and being able to have sex with himself facing this face already explained everything. , Why do I still feel uneasy and doubtful, but I want to listen to a theater dancer?

And Fan Haoran, who has his eyes all over Paris, can naturally know who the reason is.In order to climb up to Viscount Jacques, Fan Haoran really couldn't think of where Christine got the idea of ​​benefiting from splitting the Jacques brothers.Enraged him, could it be that the little dancing girl was able to fly up the branches?

Stupid.

——Since you want to climb up, let's exchange it.

When Fan Haoran saw Christine again, it was in the dining room of Fandorna. Opposite to Christine was a lieutenant colonel. Tough style.

In front of the young woman was an opened jewelry box, which contained a set of jewelry with thousands of francs.

With admiring eyes, Christine thanked with a smile and accepted.

Fan Haoran was sitting not far from them, cod with fine sauce and white wine, and even Fan Haoran was surprised.

Raul Shani also came to this restaurant, tall and straight, fair and beautiful, Raul has a gentle temperament, his eyes are very upright, very tolerant and not lacking in enthusiasm.Only that's not the point.

Beside him is Meryl Jerry, Christine's best friend, the daughter of Mrs. Jerry of the theater, a flexible woman who treats people sincerely.

Interest flashed in his eyes, he put a piece of snow-white fish into his mouth, took a sip of the white wine, and looked away casually.

"Brian?"

But there was always such a bastard who didn't wink, and walked towards Fan Haoran's table as soon as his eyes lit up.

"Are you alone? Didn't Eric join you? It's rare for the two of you to dine at different times." He obviously didn't see Christine who was not far away.

But Christine saw him, the little gentleman who once called her Little Lottie with a smile, was standing not far away now, as if the appearance of the smile back then was still in front of her eyes.And now, Raul is naturally much better than the old man in front of her...

Christine hung her head, looking confused.