Groom's Troubles Goblin's Melancholy

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The room smelled of oil paint and turpentine.The fabric print of the couch is as gorgeous as a colorful watercolor painting.

Truss showed his smooth back and lay lazily on the couch.His water-blue eyes were half-opened, staring blankly at the green tip of a small ivy sticking out of the window.

"Let's stop here today." The painter with the mustache put down the brush in his hand and said.

"I only draw for such a short time every day, when will I be able to draw?" Truss pulled the pure white silk from his waist to his shoulders, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Duke Dylan is keen to find an artist to paint a portrait for his beloved lover, Viscount Terrasse.Even though he has painted all kinds of clothes and postures from every angle, the Duke still enjoys it. He even specially converted a living room with the best light in Charleston Castle into a studio for the painter to use for painting.

Through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows of the studio, you can see the beautiful scenery outside.

"If it's not the case, how can I have a chance to see the beautiful you more?" The painter grinned, and the mustache on his mouth also twitched.

"Oh, I believe you won't mind if I relay this compliment to His Excellency the Duke?" Truss said coldly without even looking at the painter.

"Of course I don't mind. It's just out of an artist's nature to pursue beauty. I believe the Duke will understand." The painter took a soft nail, but he was not discouraged. Said: "Besides, I also have an absolutely legitimate reason-in order to use the best light angle, I can only paint for a limited time in a day. I believe the Duke can understand my obsession with beauty, otherwise I would not abandon the Royal Academy of Art. Those well-behaved old men have come to find me, a junior who specializes in genre painting, don’t you think so?”

It turned out that this somewhat talented painter who hangs around in Xiasanlan tavern all day long has heard a lot about the debauchery of the Devil Duke and his lover.Therefore, when accepting this job, in addition to the considerable remuneration, I have to say that I also boldly embraced the other side of despicable expectations.

"Hmph." Truss stood up to avoid the painter's dirty hands stained with paint, and said contemptuously with eyes like moths: "The Duke may have a unique eye for your painting skills, but unfortunately I am not good at literature and art, I should say Not at all interested."

The painter with the mustache with a gray nose spread his hands and laughed loudly: "Ha, it seems that you haven't understood the importance of being a painter. Let me tell you, I have drawn countless beauties and men, but I Knowing that their common ending is to grow old, lose their aura, and become a bloated old woman and a bad old man! No painter can save the moment before the delicate skin rots, who will remember the once posture of the withered flowers? The Duke naturally understands this truth, so he is as enthusiastic about it as I am." The painter said he was proud of it, and he tapped the drawing board with his knuckles, and the sound made Truss' eyelids twitch.

"Dear Lord Viscount, let me give you a piece of advice. A sweet-talking lover is not reliable."

Truss was momentarily speechless by what he said.

"Hahaha, even a lover who is stingy with sweet words is too lazy."

Both of them were taken aback by the sudden reply, and looked at the open studio door together.

"Your Excellency the Duke!" The painter hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"I thought you were still painting, why are you discussing the philosophy of love?" Di Lan asked the painter as she walked in, but her light brown eyes only looked at her beloved, full of warmth Lovely.

"Why so early, don't we have arrangements for today?" Truss asked hesitantly.

"The meeting with the envoy in the afternoon was postponed, and the lunch meeting was also cancelled. I just ate something casually, and I came here thinking that there would be time to see you before I went."

Dilan walked up to Truss and gently touched his fingertips with his fingers.The behavior is not out of the ordinary, but it is extremely ambiguous.

"Hmm..." Truss responded vaguely, glanced at the painter with a submissive face out of the corner of his eye, put his arms around Dilan's neck and kissed it, ignoring the silk cloth on his body slipping to the ground.

Dilan took advantage of the opportunity to accept Truss's enthusiasm, and did not forget to wave his hand to signal the painter who was stunned to leave on his own.

After the painter closed the door consciously, Truss pressed Dylan's chest to stop the passionate kiss, and said, "Fire him."

"As you wish." Di Lan kissed him on the cheek and agreed without any doubt.He can be said to be unconditionally obedient to Telas now.

Truss had thought that Dylan would soon get bored of the constant partner game.Unexpectedly, he changed from his previous arrogance and became a gentle and sweet lover.

Dylan lowered his head to continue the kiss, but Truss pushed him away first and grabbed his hair.

"God, listen to what I said, she looks like a boring little woman! It's extremely boring!" He turned around and picked up the silk cloth on the ground, put it on his body again and tied it in a knot.

"It's nothing, I'm just busy looking at you, and I don't have time to feel bored." Di Lan showed what she thought was the most charming smile.

Truss fell onto the sofa as if suddenly losing strength, rolled his eyes and said angrily, "That's because you are free to see me."

Di Lan was not an idle person. Even though social activities have been reduced to a minimum, official duties, inspections, and industrial management still account for a large proportion of his daily life. It is hard to imagine how he could take care of fun day and night before. .

"That's the only way you can hear the complaint." Di Lan walked up to him and sat down, put his arms around his waist and rubbed it lightly, "You can choose to go on patrol with me, and I don't mind if you help me Dealing with the utterly boring pile of official letters."

Truss merely frowned to show his disinterest.

"But if you really go, it will be very troublesome. I will worry that I won't be able to concentrate on my work." Dylan sneered, and then reached into the silk cloth to caress Terrass's sensitive body skillfully.

Fingertips groped for the small protrusion on the smooth chest, and twirled it deftly.

"Ah--" Truss felt weak all over, and leaned against Dylan's body.

Seeing his lover sigh comfortably in his arms, Di Lan felt supremely satisfied.He moved his hands over Truss while sniffing the breath on Terrass neck.

But when he moved his hand down from Truss' waist, Truss, who seemed intoxicated, grabbed his hand and prevented him from continuing to attack.

"Huh?" Dilan kissed Terras's ear in doubt.

"You...didn't you say that you would meet with the envoy this afternoon?"

"Yes. But I have plenty of time."

"The appetizer is fine, but the main course is too late." Truss patted Dilan's restless hand away, and escaped from his embrace. "It's better to be hungry if you can't eat the main course."

Di Lan had nothing to do with him, "I have time tomorrow morning, get a good night's sleep, and I'll ride a horse with you tomorrow."

Truss was a little happier.

Dilan dawdled for a while before reluctantly leaving. Before leaving, he told Truss to remember to attend the dinner at Earl Sol's house in the evening.

Truss nodded knowingly.

Apart from his astonishing beauty and icy arrogance, Truss did not have a deeper understanding of Sol, who is known as the "Count Angel".

Maybe tonight will be a good opportunity to get to know him better, after all he is one of Dylan's few friends.

As soon as Dilan left, the whole room suddenly seemed empty, and even the chirping of sparrows outside the window was disturbing.

Truss walked in front of the unfinished work, silently watching the seemingly carefree youth on the canvas.

I should be carefree like this.But why the more I think about it, the more unreal it feels?

He really felt happy by Dylan's side, but this feeling of happiness was too unreal. Truss folded his arms and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Is it because the most romantic and dissolute nobles in the entire Principality get together to be a model couple, is it more like a joke?

That's right, if it was the original him, he would definitely laugh about it non-stop, but now he can't laugh, but hates himself for not being able to find peace of mind in the arms of his lover.

It must be because he is used to the colorful and fancy life that it is difficult to adapt for a while, Truss bit his lower lip and shook his head, saying to himself in his heart.

Compared with the past, Truss can now be said to live a life of asceticism.Except for innocuous clubs, he rarely goes out.Not to mention that Di Lan didn't want him to go, even if he did, he didn't feel too embarrassed to squander it around.

Although his father didn't even deprive him of his title, the title cannot be eaten.Now if they go out, they will pay on credit first, and then wait for the Duke's housekeeper to deal with those debt collectors who come to the door with bills skillfully.

Truss was inexplicably seized by a deep sense of powerlessness.