Episode 6 Morning of Mindis (Part 1)

Kai walked in the garden in front of Mindis Hall, crossing the gravel road intertwined with morning light and green plants, feeling happy.

Of course, according to the schedule, the old stubborn will go out of the city today with all the horses and chariots. It is said that he will patrol the south for at least a month or two.

Thinking of this, Kai felt that even the sky became much clearer.

As for the grounding order that the old stubborn imposed on himself, who the hell cares about that?

Well, maybe someone does care:

When Kai approached the hall door, Nolan Nur, who was standing guard under the hall pillar, stared at him with a stupid expression of "Why are you here?"

And that's why he brought Val here:

Before Nolan Nur opened his mouth to ask, Val cleared his throat, walked forward under Kai's wink, and began to embarrass his younger brother with a loud voice unique to the Northlanders.

As a member of the royal guard, Nolannur Arend may have no hesitation in dealing with assassins, but he is definitely not good at dealing with troublesome brothers of his own mother.

Kai knew this all too well.

Taking advantage of the time when Nolan Nur had no time to take care of himself behind him, Kaishun walked into the hall smoothly.

Maybe it's because of the old stubbornness leaving the city. Today, the defense in Mindis Hall is not so strict. A few cleaning servants come and go in a hurry. Canxing's private soldiers only stand guard on the periphery. Only the elite and rare royal guards guard a few key positions:

Morian stood by the side door of the left hall, his eyes staring like copper bells, and Rogo stood in the right hall opposite him, dozing against the wall.

Right in front of Kai, Tony stood firmly with his hands behind his back, behind him were the stairs and the statue of the Three Star Kings on the wall.

"Your Majesty grounded you," Tony's voice was emotionless:

"You shouldn't be here."

Kai snorted and continued to walk in the direction of the stairs:

"You shouldn't ask me where I'm going."

But Tony stopped him with his hand.

"Go back." He said coldly, with no room for negotiation in his tone.

"It's for your own good."

Kay's eyes flicked to Tony's knife slung sideways on his lower back.

trouble.

Kay has always believed that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who he can fight, and those who he must call helpers such as Val and the strong aide Karna to fight.

But there is no doubt that Lord Conrad Tony, the prestigious Chief of the Royal Guard, belongs to the third category.

Molian and Rogo on both sides looked sideways, as if expecting what happened next.

Kai sighed and took a step back:

"Well, you know what's the funniest part about what happened next?"

Tony pursed his lips.

Kai smiled brightly and expressed himself with dancing. :

"I want to go up, but you don't let me go, and then I insist, so you do it, but I struggle, and the noise is loud enough to overturn the roof of the hall, and then the orderly will come down with the order, telling you to stop and take me up."

Tony frowned and glanced at the steps behind him.

Kai crossed his arms and smiled confidently:

"So why don't we skip a whole bunch of steps in the middle and go straight to the outcome: Let me go?"

Tony's face became more and more ugly.

On the other side, Molian blinked and pointed to the top of his head: "Well, he makes sense, I mean, let him go up?"

Rogo in the right hall twitched the corners of his mouth, looking like he wanted to laugh but couldn't help it.

Kay felt he had indeed won.

Because Tony snorted angrily, but didn't do anything, and stepped aside.

"That's right."

Kay lifted his nostrils triumphantly and passed Tony, ignoring his blue face.

In order to be provocative, he even raised his hands, snapped his fingers rhythmically, tapped, hummed a little tune, shook his shoulders, and stepped up the stairs twisting and turning, regardless of the weird eyes of the servants and royal guards on the left and right.

Kai arrogantly walked past the three kings of the stars, the bastard king, the wife king, and the bad debt king (after he called that last time, the old stubborn put him in the star tomb and beat him thirty sticks until his pregnant mother heard the news from the tea party. came back to rescue him), the portrait of

He winked at the two maids who were going downstairs, scared them away and ran away.

Still a good day, no?

Kai stared at the back of one of the younger maids, admiring her twitching buttocks, and thought contentedly.

But before he took a few steps, he saw a strong man in black, surrounded by two attendants, coming towards him and walking down the steps.

Kai's brisk footsteps froze for an instant.

No.

The moment he saw the man in black, Kai wailed in pain from the bottom of his heart.

It's him.

The last person he wanted to see.

Most, there is no "one".

Why is he here?

Instead of drinking his blood and beheading him in the filthy barracks where he should be most, in the harsh North?

Kai bared his teeth with a headache, leaned against the stairs skillfully with his head bowed and his chest folded, minimizing his sense of presence, while turning around silently like a humble servant, intending to slip away.

And count on the man in black to ignore him.

But his wish finally came to nothing.

"Where are you going?"

Kay froze.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the top of the head, like an old organ that has been eroded for many years. When it is played, every string is a sharp weapon for killing: "This is your reaction after a year of separation?"

The man in black who came down the stairs walked like a dragon and a tiger, with an imposing manner.

Molian, Rogo, and Tony all stood up together, bowing their heads in salute to the man, which was a treatment Kay had never enjoyed.

etc.

Kai glanced at Morian below, and suddenly understood something.

They know he's here.

They are on purpose.

"Dodge, evade, turn a blind eye...like you evade your identity and your responsibilities."

This man has sharp eyes, firm cheeks, a broad chest, and a figure that seems to never bend.

Most importantly, his presence was like a dose of ice and snow, driving away all the warmth in the hall and replacing it with heaviness and tension.

Kai let out a breath of resignation, and turned around with his scalp tingling.

I saw the man in black standing on top of him, and said coldly:

"My dear little brother."

There was a slight cold sweat on Kai's forehead, and the long-lost panic and fear struck at the same time.

Damn it.

Kai sighed silently in his heart, he was unwilling (not afraid!) to look directly at the other person's eyes, and only kept his gaze on the man's chest.

I am not afraid of him.

You are not afraid of him.

Damn, Kay, you're not afraid of him!

Kai repeated it three times in his heart.

Kai raised his head and forced himself to put on an ugly smile:

"Hi, Horace!"

"My dear good brother, the weather is not... When did you come back to the capital?"

God knows how hard it took Kay to squeeze out such a sentence between fear and tension.

Horace in black frowned slightly, as if the temperature around him began to drop.

That's right, in this world, one of the people Kai least wants to see.

It's his tall, strong, brave, murderous second brother who lacks care and is mentally abnormal.

Of course, Kai usually wouldn't say the last description in person.

"If I knew earlier, I could still prepare..."

Horace stared at Kay for a long time, until the coldness in his eyes almost covered the iceberg of the entire cellar, and then he interrupted Kay with an ominous muffled sound from his throat:

"I heard about it."

"When the Police Department was chasing fugitives, it 'coincidentally' dragged you out of a certain clubhouse on Red Square Street."

Kai's smile froze.

etc.

this……

Horace still stared at Kay blankly.

Well, as always, the guy wasn't up for the small talk.

But……

Kai shook his head with difficulty, twitched his cheeks, and said with an unnatural laugh:

"No, no, you misunderstood. I just had a poetry discussion meeting with my friends. The atmosphere in Hongfang Street is relatively good, so we booked a private room, had some wine together, and discussed the Manor Poems of the Red King period. ..."

Horace narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly approached Kai, matching his strong figure, it was like a hill pressing against him.

"Friends? Poetry discussions?"

Kai nodded innocently and innocently:

"You know, the ones Heyman likes to do..."

Horace was still staring at him impassively.

"But Heyman has never held a poetry discussion meeting at two o'clock in the morning," the second prince said coldly: "It's not on a certain super-large luxurious soft bed on Red Square Street."

morning.

big bed.

A premonition that something bad is going to happen hits Kai's heart.

"Not to mention he got stuck drunkenly between three naked women when the police officer arrived, and was dragged naked down the street until he wailed the royal family name."

Horace spoke slowly, muffled every word.

Kai's expression froze.

Damn.

Shouldn't this be a secret?

Where did he know that? Security Office?

He swears that when Horace said "bare bottom women," Morian down there gave them a look with a suppressed smile.

Although the matter of Kai's grounding is public, the truth behind it... the old stubborn has issued a strict order, shouldn't this matter be covered up except for the person involved?

Kai twisted his neck unnaturally and looked away:

"Um, where did you hear that?"

Horace's eyes were full of disdain.

"My wife, and she got it from Mrs. Hebren."

Mrs. Hebren?

Wait, so that means...

Kai figured out something, and a haze of imminent disaster flashed in his heart.

Oh no.

The circle of gossiping ladies in the capital, those damn gossips...don't expect him to give them oral sex again!

Well, maybe except Madame Elysee...

After all, her moans are so touching...

But Horace's voice interrupted Kay's thoughts that had already drifted to the Far East:

"After you were caught lying naked on the same bed with a lowly whore, a widow of a meritorious official, and a viscountess whose husband didn't know about it, and half of the people on the street found out... "

His second brother made no secret of the disgust in his tone:

"The dignity of the royal family, the loyalty of the nobles, the stability of the rule... Do you know how much effort your father has to take to clean up your mess? Just because you can't control your lower body?"

Kai raised his eyebrows, disapproving.

Well, I probably know that the whip marks of being whipped in the Fuxing Palace are still vivid.

There are also a lot of warrants and imperial gifts to appease the vassals, especially the husband who is known by the whole king to be wearing a cuckold, but Kai is sure that the coward who likes to hear his wife screaming in exchange for a promotion, I can't tell how happy I am.

Isn't that enough?

"Every time we thought you were going to stay put and change your ways, you jumped out and told everyone: You are still the most disgusting buffoon."

Kai found himself shaking slightly.

"Our enemies should be grateful to you: you single-handedly made our name and family the biggest laughing stock in this country." Horace's eyes were like those of a military judge in a barracks.

See, that's what they care about.

surname.

family.

It's so corny, is there anything else?

Kai sneered in his heart, and made up his mind: I want to fight against him.

This arrogant bastard.

And he knew how to annoy Horace.

Kai looked heartless and didn't care, he snorted and said, "Laughing stock?"

"I don't know, anyway, Madame Elysee had a good laugh that night. I mean, who doesn't like to talk about poetry?"

Kay saw with satisfaction that Horace's face grew darker.

Yes, the angrier he was, the happier he was.

If this bloody muscular guy really thinks he can...

Kai spread his hands and smiled provocatively:

"Of course, you may not understand. You may prefer to be in the military camp, rubbing shoulders and sweating with tens of thousands of rough men every night..."

In the next second, Horace in black suddenly swung his right arm, and his five fingers clawed out like eagle claws!

Snapped!

He clasped Kay's shoulder joint tightly.

Kai shuddered, gasping and hissing at the sudden pain.

He raised his hand subconsciously, frantically resisting Horace's locked fingers.

But his brother didn't know what kind of technique he used. With a flick of his left hand, Kai's right wrist became numb for a while, and then fell powerlessly.

"This is your ability?"

Horace's eyes approached him like a knife, and the strength in his hands gradually increased, causing Kay to sweat all over in pain: "I can't even break an egg... How on earth did you fuck women? Let them fuck you?"

Damn, damn, damn!

Kai's face twitched, his shoulders trembled, and he turned sideways, trying his best to resist the big rough hand like an iron hook, trying to get rid of the restraint but couldn't.

Damn it, damn it, where does this damn muscular man get so much strength...

"Crying, shouting, just like before, it's a pity that mother can't come to save you anymore..."

There was a storm in Horace's eyes:

"Or, like three years ago, continue to run away from home like a coward? Oh, I forgot, you, a young master with thin skin and tender flesh, couldn't even reach the Cold Castle, so you died penniless by the side of the road or My troops brought you back?"

Kai wanted to kick his right leg, but Horace kicked his ankle ahead of time, and returned without success.

Behind Horace, the two princely attendants Pok and Thatch, who were equally vicious and not kind at first glance, seemed to be accustomed to their master's hands-on training. They just looked at each other and then silently backed away a few steps , looked away, leaving space for their princely highness.

"tell me."

"How many years?" Horace's voice was horrifying, and Kai was forced to bend his knees with increasing force, "When will you learn not to be a waste, not to be a disgrace to the family, and not to hold us back?" hind legs?"

Waves of severe pain came from the shoulder joint and the collarbone, and Kai almost passed out from the pain.

But that no longer matters.

"When will you be able to stop being in the way of our eyes like the rat droppings in the pot?"

Kai suppressed his face and glared back at his brother forcefully.

He didn't beg for mercy, he didn't scream loudly, and he didn't bow his head to admit his mistake.

He cannot admit defeat.

Can't show weakness.

Especially in front of this lunatic.

Just like before.

cannot!

"when?"

Kai twisted his face, and stubbornly squeezed out a painful smile from the blurred eye sockets:

"Perhaps, never?"

Evidently Horace was not satisfied with his answer.

The arm muscles of the second prince's years of training in the military trembled slightly.

In the next second, Kai felt the big hands clasped on his shoulders change positions, followed by a heart-piercing pain!

Kai's face turned pale from the pain, and he involuntarily tightened his body, hoping to relieve the pain.

He had to get away from this goddam muscular guy in front of him.

Val was probably still arguing with his brother at the door, and Kana was ordered to go home to reflect, and Kay's attendant could not be counted on...

And below them, the royal guards must have seen it, but they stood on their posts loyally and turned a blind eye.

Kai had to regret his bad attitude towards them earlier.

Right now.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, Horace."

A sharp, powerful, but fresh and pleasant male voice sounded from the stairs ahead, with a bit of banter:

"But you seem to be... blocking the stairs?"

Horace snorted unceremoniously, and his hands relaxed a little at the cry.

Kai, who was not in so much pain, breathed a sigh of relief.

But Horace did not look at him.

The second prince's attendants, Pork and Thatch stepped back and bowed slightly to the new man.

This man is slender, but not thin, and his complexion is fair, but not weak. When he stepped down the steps and looked up, he gave people a sense of freshness.

Although he had seen it countless times, Kai had to admit that both he and Horace were attracted by his face again the moment they looked at that man, and even forgot the pain for a while.

Without him, because this man is really...

So handsome.

The edges and corners of his face seemed to be chiseled out by a certain master himself, every minute and every ounce was just right, neither sharp and obtrusive, nor mediocre.

His demeanor is natural and elegant, but also bold and sassy. When he is not smiling, he is like a still painting, and he is meticulously crafted everywhere. When he smiles, he is like a ray of light, which makes people forget at first sight.

And his eyes are even more ingenious. When it is bright, there is a vortex, which is haunting, and when it is dark, it exudes melancholy, which makes people feel distressed. If you look directly at it, it is sincere, and when you look at it, it has its own majesty.

"Look at his ruffian."

Horace still held the pale-faced Kai with his palm, without turning his head:

"I just don't understand why he and I are brothers and share the same last name?"

The shockingly handsome man glanced at Kai, hooked the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile, as if a flower was blooming, dazzling Kai's eyes:

"yes."

"Sometimes I wonder about that too."

The new handsome man shrugged.

Kai began to tremble slightly.

brother.

This is his brother.

his family.

And his damn...blood.

Things he would rather not have.

Thinking of this, Kai gritted his teeth, raised his head again, and pouted: "Yeah, why?"

"Ask our mother."

Horace's face turned cold, and his fingers worked hard.

Kay felt his shoulder start to ache again.

But at this moment, the handsome man beside him coughed lightly.

"Never mind, Horace."

"Your time is far more valuable than this guy's, and it's not worth wasting time."

The handsome man pointed to the top of his head, with a killer smile on his face:

"Besides, this is his hall."

"His territory."

"Not suitable."

The remark had an effect, at least for a moment Horace was silent.

Kay still struggled with his "brother's love," but his struggles were useless, like scratching Horace's itch.

After a few seconds, the second prince seemed to have figured out something, and finally let go of his hand.

Breaking free from the restraints, Kay leaned back against the wall in frustration, panting heavily, and rubbed his shoulders.

He glanced at the handsome newcomer, rolled his eyes, and weakly called out the newcomer's name:

"Hyman."

If someone asked Kay what's worse than meeting a jerk brother in the morning, the answer would be:

Meet two jerk brothers.

That's right, Hyman Brightstar.

His youngest brother.

Kai stared at Heyman angrily, and sensitively noticed that the other person's eyes were as proud as ever, full of disgust and contempt.

the most important is……

Damn, why is he so handsome!

I have to admit that among the brothers, Kai and Heyman both look like their mother, but speaking of it, Heyman is the one who has truly inherited and even developed his mother's beauty.

Well, it may be inaccurate to describe it as beautiful, but in fact, using masculine adjectives to describe Heyman would be too rough and straightforward, but using feminine adjectives is a bit too feminine and lacking in strength.

So Kay found him a nickname that wasn't overly masculine or mistaken for a woman:

Sissy.

Although Kay was sure that no one who had ever seen Heyman in person would agree with the use of the word.

But what can Kaineng do? There are only so many words in the world, so you have to choose one?

It's definitely not because he's jealous of Heyman's looks, well, maybe a little bit, but definitely not much.

Although Kay will never forget, at any ball, Hyman Canstar is the most eye-catching man.

For so many years, the ladies of Wangdu (and maybe some of the men, Kay thought viciously) were the first to look at the dance party and the number one on the list of "most wanting to have a spring breeze" all by this sissy. Hold firmly, never waver.

However, this sissy is also well versed in the profound truth of playing hard to get and taking what you want, pretending to be high-spirited, and never pretending to be courteous and hinting, which makes the ladies even more crazy.

This extremely hypocritical and deep-seated hypocrite sets off Kay, who also has royal blood, like a vulgar street prostitute who is full of vulgarity.

And every time, the look of disdain Heyman stares at him...

A mechanical and dull voice joins the conversation:

"Your Highness, is there a question?"

As the footsteps approached, a long-faced man dressed as a guard appeared on the upper steps, looking down at the three princes from a high position.

Seeing this person, Horace narrowed his eyes, and Kay subconsciously shrank back.

The fourth prince, Hyman, shrugged and nodded gracefully in response, with a sweet voice and a bright smile:

"No, Lord Sackel, it's just a brother who hasn't seen each other for a long time."

The Lord nodded, but did not move, just staring at the three of them with burning eyes.

It seems to be waiting for something.

Horace understood, he grinned lightly, never looked at Kay who was panting against the wall, and led his attendants down the stairs, and walked away.

Sackel watched his back go away.

Kai let out a sigh of relief as if the catastrophe had passed.

Hyman chuckled and turned to Sackel above his head.

"You know, my lord, my brother has always admired you. He thinks you should serve your country in his barracks, not in the royal guard."

The man with the long face is expressionless:

"I know."

Hyman raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a long time, but he didn't wait for more words.

"All right."

The fourth prince sighed, then nodded:

"He probably likes you for that."

Saker didn't speak.

Hyman turned around and reached out to support Kessel, who was leaning against the wall, but was thrown away by the ungrateful Kai.

"So you hang out with him now?"

Kay looked at him coldly. "It makes you feel good to be in a brotherhood?"

The pretty prince frowned:

"My feeling is not important, the important thing is that without me, you and Horace..."

Kay looked back at him haughtily. "Come on, sissy, we all know what you are."

"Stop pretending."

Hyman laughed dumbfounded.

He hummed softly and shook his head, his picture scroll-like heroic and sharp facial features shone slightly in the sun, making people unable to help but pay attention to it:

"Do me a favor, Kessel."

Heyman started calling him by his full name again.

God knows how much he hated the name.

Kai turned his head dismissively.

Only Heyman said with a smile:

"Next time you have someone to discuss poetry with, buy a hat and block it out."

Kay already felt bad when he heard "discussing poetry".

But he was still stunned for a second.

hat?

"Buy a hat to cover what?" He asked stupidly.

Like a loving brother, Hyman pampered his younger brother's forehead when Kai couldn't react in time, smiling brightly:

"Don't you understand, little fool?"

"Cover the hole in your forehead."

ah?

Why do you have to cover the forehead...

Kai touched his forehead and suddenly realized.

Stop your dad!

But Hyman had already put on his handsome face that fascinated all sentient beings, walked with elegant and unrestrained steps, and left behind the cold and sharp Horace who chose to devour others.

Only Kai, who was jumping angrily, was left behind.

"Hyman Canxing, you are the only one out of your fucking mind!"

"Your whole family has brains..." Kekeke, there seems to be something wrong...

In short, is it great to be handsome?

Can you do whatever you want because you are handsome?

Kay turned away cursing, cursing the terrible morning as she straightened the folds of her clothes.

But with a chill in his scalp, he slowly raised his gaze.

I saw the chief punishment officer of the royal guard, Sackel, still standing at the corner of the steps above, staring at him indifferently, motionless.

Quite creepy.

As if reminding him of something.

Kai shuddered and understood what the other party meant.

yes.

Kay glanced at Sackel, thinking sullenly.

How could he forget?

When the whip marks on his back were still aching, how could he forget the man who was ordered by the king to carry out the execution with the whip?

Kai glanced dodgingly at the chief punishment officer above his head, and waved his hands bravely:

"I know, I know I'm grounded, but I'm just here today..."

But before he finished speaking, the long-faced guard officer turned around indifferently and disappeared from sight.

Kai's expression was half done, and he had no choice but to turn his head resentfully, his hands that had nowhere to rest could only be helplessly inserted into his waist.

very nice.

At least he didn't ask about naked women.

Kai threw a bully look of "what are you looking at" at the "Wife King" with a scary expression on the wall, and continued to walk up to the second floor, and then froze.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor are open, and there are two large drawing boards and countless paints in front of the window.

Sitting between the drawing boards was a bloated man in fine clothes, with his back to Kay, with a few paintbrushes between his hands, and he was concentrating on capturing the courtyard of Mindis Hall in the morning light on the canvas.

But Kay spoke subconsciously:

"Fat fat!"

The back of the chubby man who was painting froze slightly.

Kay looked at the drawing board in horror, and measured the distance from it to the steps: "You, have you been here?"

"You...you heard everything?"

The bloated man turned his butt on the chair, revealing an ordinary face, with small eyes squeezed on his fleshy cheeks, blinking impatiently.

"No, I didn't hear everything."

The fat man's drawl was heavy, like a philistine businessman: "I only know that you read poetry naked with three or thirteen old women?"

Kai's figure flickered, wailing silently.

No.

Why don't you listen to everything?

"Don't worry," the fat man he called seemed to understand Kai's despair. He shook his head, gloating:

"I'm not interested in you being paraded around naked with your butt tied up."

Why don't you say it again, this is called not listening to everything?

Kai was about to go crazy. He looked at the way the other party was holding back a smile, and he felt ashamed and angry.

"I'm not naked...well, never mind, I mean, you heard me, but you just sit here and don't care?"

Fatty waved a paintbrush: "Hmm."

Kai rolled his eyes.

"Did you see that murderous muscular man? You just watched him lose his temper with me?"

"uh-huh."

"Have you seen your twin brother, and saw that he was trying to please Horace and helped him step on me?"

"uh-huh."

The fat man shook his head indifferently, his expression was still relaxed, he looked quite complacent and unapologetic.

Kay lip-synced extremely rudely, but didn't swear, knowing Sack El was nearby.

He tossed his hands away as if giving up on himself, and let out a breath.

"You're really good, fat man."

"That's your mess, why should I get involved."

The fat man shrugged.

Kai raised his finger and looked at the other party coldly with a look of "I really have you".

"You know, Bank, sometimes I wonder, are you really my brother?"

"Did we really crawl out of the same mother? Or did the mother sneezed when she gave birth to you?"

The man he called "fatty" turned cold.

Yes, this is Bancroft.

His third brother.

It is said that Heyman and Heyman are twins.

Kai frowned subconsciously as he looked at the facial features on the opponent's face that were so fat that they were squeezed together by flesh.

Genetically speaking, Horace followed his father, Kay and Hyman followed his mother, and as for Bancroft...

Well, what he followed was probably a potato that his mother ate during pregnancy.

Bank has confirmed this since he started losing shape at the age of six.

Bank can be regarded as the least troublesome existence in the entire Fuxing Palace. Except for painting some soul paintings that people can't recognize the prototype, he basically has no major shortcomings. Kai means, look at his second and fourth brothers, One headstrong, one flamboyant.

But this will not make Kai like him much. On the contrary, Bank's ignorant and innocent look of "brothers fighting is none of my business" makes Kai extremely disgusted.

Worse than disapproval is neglect.

So this fat guy always makes Kay want to beat him up, even though Kay knows the fists will only bounce off Bank's bottomless flesh, but then again, how is Bank going to... do that? When you get up, can you show it? Won't get stuck in the meat?

Bank took a deep breath, glanced at Kay with the eyes of the trash can, and then sighed:

"You just don't understand, do you?"

Kai frowned:

"Know what?"

Bank gave Kay a deep look.

The fat man then shook his head and waved his arms towards the pillars and the garden in the distance outside the window:

"In the hundreds of years of history, the design and layout of the Mindis Hall are classics in the art world, and the garden is an ingenious work handed down from generation to generation. Every angle is like a landscape painting. How many artists and architects want to see it Instead."

His tone was full of admiration.

Kai raised his eyebrows and pointed along Bank's arm, only seeing a black and gray stone pillar and a bunch of red, green and green flowers and plants.

He turned around rather stupidly:

"Landscape painting...so?"

After admiring the scenery, Bank immediately put on a straight face.

"But while you're standing here, little Kessel..."

Bank grabbed the paintbrush, filled in the color on the canvas, and said with disgust on his face:

"It's like an extra stain on the canvas."

"That's why you get pushed out everywhere and everyone hates you."

"Now, you'd better get out of here."

Bank said as he pulled the drawing board away, twisted the seat, and turned in the other direction.

Leave Kay with a fat bulging meaty ass that squeezes her pants tight.

Kai's smile faltered.

He subconsciously wanted to kick Bank's painting.

"Don't touch my things," Bank said without looking back:

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that when I tour the south next season, the beautiful ladies and ladies of the Blades will know about your 'Bare Butt Poetry Reading Club'."

Kai's kicked foot stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He moved his lips, but finally turned away mechanically.

"very good. "

Kai said angrily: "Just hold the paintings you can't sell, and hold your villains on the paper for a lifetime!"

"A fat man who has no sex life!"

Single forever!

The fat man didn't turn his head, but just swung his right hand back, protruding a fleshy middle finger between the four paintbrushes.

Kay strutted up the steps to the third floor.

But he kept thinking about that sentence.

That's why everyone hates you.

Everyone hates you.

Kai clenched his fists.

He was wrong.

Kai said sullenly to himself.

Bank was wrong.

Not everyone.

Once, his mother liked him.

She would laugh at his pranks, and when the old man was pissed, she would praise his ideas, be they decent or not, whatever the consequences.

until she...

Not everyone.

Kay stopped, raised his head, and looked at the room ahead: the most important main room in Mindis Hall.

He swallowed, cleared his throat, and straightened his clothes.

But before Kay could knock, the door opened.

A prince's attendant from a low-ranking nobleman bowed, smiled at him, and motioned him to go in.

"His Royal Highness is waiting for you."

Kai felt warm.

Not everyone.

he said slowly to himself.

no.

He responded politely and gracefully to the friendly attendant with the respectful etiquette that Prince Kessel probably seldom had in his life. He even remembered that the other party seemed to be called Ka Suo.

Kai took a deep breath, walked into the room with the briskest and most relaxed steps, with the happiest and most joyful mood.

He knew the occupant of the room didn't like noise.

But the other party has never been angry with his outrageous behavior.

because.

Because not everyone hates him.

no.