Chetlow Manor

The story happened on a fine afternoon with clear sunlight. On the porch of Chetlow Manor, the Duke of Hutton was discussing with the old priest Fried about the renovation of the church.

Compared with the vicissitudes of the old priest's face, Oharis Hutton is a young and handsome gentleman with blond hair, a high nose bridge, and a pair of gray-green eyes, which are undoubtedly of noble blood Best symbol.With his hands behind his back, he strolled through the veranda, communicating with the old priest gracefully.

"...So, Your Highness, if possible, I think the church may need to be closed for some time during the renovation, although this will make it inconvenient for people to worship, but..."

Before Father Freed could finish his sentence, there was a commotion in the garden, several footmen twisted a man across the lawn, and a woman whimpered in between.

The Duke of Hutton expressed his apologies to the priest with gestures, and he called the personal servant behind him sideways, telling him to ask those people to come over and ask what was going on.

"My lord, I'm really sorry for disturbing you." A servant bowed tremblingly to Hughden.

Weeping was a shepherdess in the manor, she seemed quite frightened: "Your Highness, I must confess to you that my flock ran away, and I thought, I must be driven out of the manor , but if this is the case, how am I going to live!" As she spoke, she began to cry again.

"Please don't say that." The twisted man said in a guilty tone. He raised his head and looked at the manor owner who was called the Duke.It was only then that Hughden could see his face clearly. It was a delicate face. It didn't look like it had been exposed to the sun or the sun. The skin was delicate and fair. A pair of beautiful blue eyes and bright red lips made people notice at first glance. You can't get bored.

"It was I who accidentally broke into your manor and disturbed your flock. It has nothing to do with this beautiful lady."

The voice was as moving as his face, with youthful vigor.

The Duke of Hutton nodded, and lifted him up from the servant's hand: "Let this gentleman stand up and talk, you know, people will always return politeness to polite people, even if he just committed an offense The fault of entering a private estate."

"Thank you, Lord Duke." He stroked the hem of his clothes, "My name is Morne Lanson, and my father is Viscount Lanson. I would like to express my apologies to you again. I think I can handle all the losses on the manor." pay compensation for it.”

"Lanson..." His Excellency the Duke muttered a few words, and then laughed, "You must be the second son of Mrs. Bethel Lanson, Lingtang and I are old acquaintances, oh, please Forgive my menservants for being so rude, they must not have recognized the lovely Master Ransom."

Moen Lanson twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. He knew how embarrassed he looked. When he walked into such a beautiful manor without knowing it, he should think about this embarrassing situation. As a result, God knows how regretful he is now, as the son of a viscount, he made such a mistake.However, fortunately, the Duke of Hutton seemed to be a kind person, and he didn't want to argue with him.

Hughden looked at Moen Lanson's messy hair and wrinkled clothes, and had a plan in mind: "Mr. Lanson, for your mother's sake, I am willing to provide you with a place to change clothes. We can have an in-depth discussion after getting dressed."

"Of course." Moen Lanson patted his hair embarrassingly, so that the frizzy hair would be more honest. "Thank you very much, Lord Duke, you are really a good person."

nice guy?Hughden showed a somewhat weird smile, did not answer, but turned to Father Fried, and said, "Father, I think we can talk about this matter tomorrow, and I should bring this careless young master to the hospital now." Go back to the castle and give him a room."

Moen Ranson blushed when he heard his words, but Father Freed was not dissatisfied at all, and said respectfully: "Well, Your Highness, I hope you have a good day today."

"Haha, I think it will be very...pleasant." Duke Hughden turned to Morne Ranson and made a "please" gesture, "Let's go, little guy."

"My lord, please don't call me that, I became an adult last year." Moen Lanson chased forward a few steps.

"Okay, then I'll call you Moen, Lanson always reminds me of your father."

This title is a bit too much for people who just met, but since the wise Lord Duke said so, Moen did not refute anything. After all, Hughden is the Grand Duke, the cousin of His Majesty the King, and he is just the son of a Viscount. , and there is no objection to it.

Hughden rang the bell beside the gate, and a fat old woman ran up in her skirts. She was the housekeeper of Chetlow Manor and was in charge of the daily life of the castle.

"Maria, go and arrange a room for Master Mason."

"Yes, my lord, please follow me."

Moen walked while admiring the internal structure of Chetlow Castle. Chetlow Castle was quite old, and the first owner of the castle was the great-great-grandfather of Ohalis Hutton.

However, the interior of the castle is still extremely luxurious. The ivory white marble wall decorations have complex patterns, and the dark red carpet under the feet is very comfortable to step on. The ancient age of the castle only brings it more solemnity and mystery.Yes, mysterious. In fact, Chetlow Castle is a very famous building. I heard that there are a total of 360 rooms in this castle, which is almost as large as the emperor's palace. Not only that, but after nearly 200 Over the years, the buildings have been built successively, and the styles of the buildings have also become diverse.

Moen looked up at the huge oil painting mural above, and couldn't help sighing: "This is really a beautiful castle, an artist's paradise."

The housekeeper nodded and replied, "Yes, my lord, it's an honor that you like this place."

While speaking, the housekeeper had already led him to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Open the door, the room is very spacious, the floor is covered with small white woolen carpet, there is a large bay window facing the sun, the bed is also white and soft, it feels like it can accommodate three or four people to roll back and forth on it, and even hangs over the bed. With a creamy white bed curtain.

Even as the son of a viscount, Moen was still dumbfounded by the luxury of the duke's castle, "It's not necessary, Madam Maria, I'm just changing clothes here, it's too much to tidy up such a messy room." Trouble."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency." The housekeeper bowed and called the maid outside to come in. "His Royal Highness has prepared clean clothes for you. You can change now." The housekeeper went out and closed the door.

Moen sat on the bed and let the maids wait on him to change his clothes. He was used to this. Instead, he looked at the scenery outside through the bay window thoughtfully—it was a large vineyard, it was midsummer, and those The vines are extremely lush, and the hanging tendrils are like a girl's hair. People can almost imagine the fragrance and sweet smell of being in the vineyard just by looking at it.

"My lord, please stand up." The maid's voice brought him back to his senses, Moen stood up and stretched out his arms so that she could fasten those complicated belts and buttons.

"This vineyard is beautiful."

"Yes, I heard that the wine made from the grapes here is also very delicious." The maid who spoke looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and looked up at him with smiling eyes, "My lord, you look as charming as those wines .”

"Yes... yes, thank you." Moen couldn't help but feel hot when he heard such a compliment, "I thought you wouldn't find other people charming after seeing His Royal Highness, after all, all the ladies and madams I know, Everyone praised the handsomeness of the Duke of Hutton, and everyone admired his pair of gray-green and deep eyes."

"Your Highness, he..." The maid's smile stopped on her face, and then she lowered her eyes, "Yes, His Highness is indeed very charming, and everyone who has seen him will be attracted to him...Okay, My lord." She stood up, looked at the clothes on Mo En's body for the last time, reconfirmed that there were no wrinkles, and then leaned away to leave.

Mo En looked in the mirror at a young man who was still childish, wearing a set of blue gold silk embroidered uniforms, the only fly in the ointment was his messy black hair, because it was too fluffy, even if it was tidied up by hand, there were still a few spots. The strands curled up.

Forget it, so be it.Morn pouted, finally gave up, opened the door and left the room.

The housekeeper brought him into the living room. The Duke was already there, with his long legs folded together, holding a cup of tea.

"This is black tea from China," he pushed the ceramic teacup opposite, "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Duke." Moen blew on the surface of the water, took a sip, and put down his teacup.To be honest, he doesn't like the way the gentry class speaks, which is false and obsequious, and never hits the point directly.

"I want to talk to you about compensation, but I'm really sorry, I don't have a lot of coins with me for the time being."

"Oh, it's just a matter of two hundred silver coins... To be honest, I'm more curious than the money, you didn't bring any followers?"

Mo En froze for a moment, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "You're laughing, Your Excellency, I didn't want to say it, but I actually sneaked out."

"Oh?" Unexpectedly, Huden laughed twice, "As expected of Viscount Lanson's son, Moen, you are so cute. Tell me about it, I would like to hear this story. "

"It has nothing to do with my family, Your Excellency the Duke." Moen felt that the Duke of Huden's words were a little rude, but he didn't know what went wrong.

"Ah, I'm very sorry, you know, I mean no harm." Huden looked at him, blinking his gray-green eyes, "I just think you're an interesting person."