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Anderson remembered that when he was a child, the scribe in the town of Aiye once said that the deceased was called by God to fly to the sky and become a shining star to accompany the Almighty Lord forever.He thought, it must be that God despised Ryan for being too shameless, out of sight and out of mind, so he had a high fever for a week, and he came back to life again.

Lying on the yellow straw of the cart, covered with costumes for performances, Ryan had a fever most of the time, looking up at the clouds floating in the early winter sky, his face was unprecedentedly pale.Most of the clothes and money were in the open carriage, and the two clowns disappeared with the carriage. Anderson covered Ryan with everything he could cover, and walked along with him, putting his cold hands in his pockets, Silently cursing the damn dry and cold weather.

The silver-haired woman stayed by Ryan's side in silence, watching Anderson search carefully in the field by the roadside, pull up the roots of some kind of weed, crush it and apply it to Ryan's wound.

When Ryan was in a coma, she was responsible for leading the way, taking a commercial road leading to Cornwall in the eastern plains, pretending to be the three siblings who sent the seriously ill brother home.

Anderson didn't ask much, just handed her the reins of the old cart horse.

Ryan's physical condition could not withstand the bumps of the path, and they walked along the road for seven days without any hindrance, and Seth did not send anyone to chase.

On the seventh day, when Anderson was changing the dressing for Ryan's wound, he suddenly felt his hands being grabbed.

Ryan's fever persisted, and his palms were hot. He grabbed Anderson's hand and touched it for a while before saying, "Honey, your hands are so cold."

"No, you have a fever."

"Honey, I know you took care of me all the way."

"If you don't play hard with Seth and get injured, I don't have to worry about it. It's better to recover from your injuries when you have time to play hooligans. The next time you meet Seth, you won't lose so ugly."

Ryan smiled weakly: "How can you not be handsome in front of Your Highness the Princess?"

Hearing the words "His Royal Highness", Anderson withdrew his hand decisively, and pulled the bow tie on the wound bandage. After seeing someone grinning in pain, he said indifferently to the silver-haired woman driving the car: "Cecilia, Set off."

Ryan moaned and groaned for a long time.

Seeing Anderson remain indifferent, he slowly closed his eyes, and his field of vision gradually narrowed until he could only accommodate the thin profile of the young man next to him.

The gray-blue eyes are like the early winter sky, clean and transparent, hiding the invisible haze.When he bowed his head to pick herbs, a strand of light golden hair accidentally fell on his smooth forehead, making one want to brush it for him.

The thin body is in sharp contrast with the vast fields on both sides of the road.

The old knee injury has not completely healed, it was obviously painful, but I walked with my back straight for seven days, my face was so pale that I couldn't see the blood, and I cleaned the wound and changed the dressing as usual every day, stubbornly not showing A little weak.

He obviously had an expression of being so cold that he wanted to scold her, but he kept his lips tightly shut and did not say a word. When he stopped for a rest, he stretched out his frozen hand to help Cecilia off the horse. He was polite and considerate, very gentlemanly.

Ryan has never cared about his lover's past, but he really wants to know who the hell taught him this, it hurts his heart.

Lane knew what it meant to travel upstream along the Agate River, from the low seaside mountains of Fort Ayer to the widening plains.

The headquarters of the Liberals.

Despite Anderson's repeated requests over the years, Lane has never agreed to be branded a Liberal on him.

He has the right, but doesn't want to do it.

The more important people are, the more they should be kept far away.

As one of the three highest powers in the Liberal Party, Ryan knew that not only the nobles of the Royalist Party, but also some within the Liberal Party regarded him as a thorn in the flesh.For so many years, he flirted with all kinds of women outside, made a cynical gesture in front of the enemy, but put the person he cared most about in a remote coastal town.

Really thinking hard, I rushed back, took advantage of the dark night to open the door with a key, kissed the sleeping person, and left in a hurry.

Ryan would laugh at himself sometimes, having played with countless women, and chasing a man so cautiously.

Minimize his exposure to the core secrets of the Liberal Party.

Try to keep him safe.

And this time, as a last resort, he wanted to take Baby Ann back to the largest branch of the Liberals in Cornwall on the Eastern Plains.

If elected among the five Liberal branches, the last place he wants to be is the Black Bear Bailey branch in Cornwall.But dragging this body, there is no choice.

Ryan whistled, "Honey, I'm sorry."

Anderson didn't hear it.

He kept thinking about what he had to say to Seth.

"Everything I do is for the best interests of the young master."

"I have never betrayed you from the beginning to the end."

In fact, he really wanted to hear what kind of reasons Seth could make up, but unfortunately time did not allow it.

All these years he longed for Seth to give him an explanation, not another deceitful lie.

It wasn't until Cecilia patted him on the shoulder that Anderson realized that they had arrived at an inn in a small town in Cornwall.Cecilia asked for two rooms, the inside and the outside. Ryan slept on the bed in the outside, and Anderson slept on the floor in the outside. She hugged the harp and sat by the window in the inside, her mercury-like hair hanging down on the wooden floor. across 47 strings.The clear sound of the piano spread far in the evening wind.

"You were born here?" Anderson asked.

Cecilia made a vibrato and turned her head: "How do you know?"

Anderson wanted to say that when he was young, in Aiyebao, many troubadours from other places brought their troupe to perform for his father every year, so he was familiar with folk songs from all over the place.He thought for a while: "I've heard this piece. It's a solo piano song unique to Cornwall, but it was popular 20 years ago, and it's not heard anymore. So I presume you were born here and heard it when you were a child."

He recalled for a moment: "If I remember correctly, this song has lyrics...only three lines—"

Sleeping dragons in the celtic forest

waiting for the blood of the lancastrians

and ashes

"Because a soothsayer named Betty predicted that it indicated that a direct bloodline of the Lancaster family would die for awakening the dragon clan, the late King Edward ordered that people sing this ballad for Prince Curtis 20 years ago. I only heard it once."

"King Andre is overwhelmed. The Dragon Clan will not be awakened by these corrupt nobles." Cecilia suddenly stopped plucking the strings, stood up and walked towards the door, and turned back after taking two steps in doubt: " You call Curtis by his first name, not Prince Curtis or Your Majesty."

Anderson froze for a moment, this woman was very observant.

"Because I never recognized him as a qualified ruler of Denton."

Cecilia seemed to agree with this answer, she answered "me too" and went out.After a while, Ryan woke up and took out something from the quilt: "Honey, what is this? Is it the crystallization of our love?"

"Dragon egg." Anderson added blankly: "Henry III is afraid of the cold, so I put you under the quilt."

"But I'm also very cold, this is the egg frozen like a rock!"

Anderson was indifferent: "You won't be cold, you have a fever."

Ryan belatedly discovered the name Anderson had given to the little dragon, and snorted, turned over and hugged the egg and went back to sleep.Anderson lay on the hard floor in his clothes and felt warm all over in the middle of the night. He found that Ryan rolled out of bed at some point, and slept like a dead pig in his arms.Touching his forehead, it was still hot, and Anderson remembered that he was injured after all to save himself, so he adjusted his posture, gave up resistance, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

The next day, the newcomer was watching Ryan sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning his shirt, his refreshed and wavy long hair had been waxed again: "Honey, the person who picked us up has arrived."

He lifted Anderson off the floor, put on his neat clothes, and pushed out the door to wash.

Outside the window, there is a spacious and dignified four-wheeled carriage parked downstairs. The driver is wearing a neat uniform.

"Your injury healed?"

Ryan walked to the door, made a "shh" gesture, and blinked: "I was never hurt."

Anderson yelled, "Wait".

Ryan raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Thank you. You were hurt because you wanted to save me. Without me, you would have escaped from Seth." Anderson spoke quickly, then hesitated for a moment: "As a friend, I warn you that you cannot Too pushy."

Ryan smiled. He supported the door frame with one hand and shook his head: "Honey, you never know how to coax people correctly. You should warn me as a 'lover' instead of a 'friend'. You didn't realize that we are no longer Is that related?"

Anderson was dragged downstairs by Ryan before he could object. The driver politely opened the door and said, "On behalf of Bailey the Bear, I came to meet the judge, Mr. Black. You are welcome to visit Cornwall. I wish you good health. "

After closing the car door, Ryan muttered, "I'm in good health? That old man wants me to go to hell."

The harp singer had already packed her luggage and sat silently in a corner of the carriage.Anderson wanted to know what happened to the two clowns, Bill the handyman, and the cab, but no one asked, so he didn't ask either.

In the five years he's known Ryan, he's learned to keep quiet when he shouldn't ask.

There are many things he doesn't know.

For example, last night, someone got out of bed, sat on the floor, bent over and kissed someone who was sleeping in their clothes.Anderson has always been a relatively deep sleeper, and his sleep pattern is restless.Ryan kissed the side face of the man lying on the ground sleeping like an octopus with his hands and feet spread open, and then opened his shirt to kiss his thin waist, but suddenly his face became very ugly.

From the lifted part of the shirt to the place covered by the trousers at the end of the waistline, there are faint hickey marks like withered summer roses, the traces remaining.

Ryan kept this position for a long time, the expression on his face changed again and again, and finally he put down his shirt, covered the cold sleeping person on the floor from behind, and closed his eyes.

This is what happened before Anderson woke up.