Groom's Troubles Goblin's Melancholy

Truss woke up early and was indeed a little tired after a night of tossing around, but the biological clock developed by years of sailing career still woke him up habitually, but unlike his slightly tired body, his current mood was full of A certain sense of dust having settled, refreshed.

Seeing that Di Lan hadn't gotten up yet, he left a note, but after thinking about it, he crumbled the note and asked the housekeeper to explain a few words.This time, the housekeeper arrived immediately, and arranged horses for him to go out very quickly.

Truss first wanted to go back to the hotel to see if there was any news about the adjutant, and he also had to go to the military to show his face.See if there is anything going on while he was injured and secluded.Even if he is just a nominal officer, a minimum of business communication is still necessary, otherwise, if he doesn't see people all day long, others will easily suspect that he is arrogance.

Fortunately, apart from a few debriefing reports that are not in a hurry, there is nothing special.Only a few officers with titles greeted with ulterior motives, so he had no choice but to tactfully tell the other party that it was completely unnecessary to curry favor with Her Majesty through him, and it was just a waste of effort.

It was already past noon when he finished his work and returned to the castle, and unexpectedly he didn't see the butler when he entered the door.Although it was true that there were fewer servants in the castle than he had known before, it was too quiet to walk through the silent rooms, not even the smell of kitchen activity.Did their owners dine out?

Truss walked into the room he left in the morning with doubts, but he didn't expect that Dylan was still sitting in the room, wearing pajamas and seemed to be in a daze.He seemed tired, his face was not very good, and he didn't respond when he saw Truss come in.

"What's the matter, haven't you eaten yet?" Truss asked worriedly.He didn't look like he even had breakfast.

"I'll wait for you to come back to eat." Di Lan replied, but his eyes were loose, as if he was not looking at himself talking.

"Then why don't you come to me, or send someone to send a letter?" Truss walked over and stroked his shoulder, "Didn't the housekeeper tell you where I went? I didn't see him when I came back just now."

Dilan held down Telas's hand on his shoulder, and shook his head, "I told him not to go to you. I asked him to go to the other village outside the city to take care of Ricky these days, but I just didn't want him Come bother me."

No wonder he didn't see Ricky during the time he was injured and stayed here. It turned out that he was sent to another village for a temporary stay.

Truss held Dilan's unexpectedly cold palm with his backhand and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. "What's the matter? Your hands are so cold."

Dilan closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and said, "I asked him to look for you, many times in the past few years... As a result, one day he asked me to claim the body that he suspected was yours."

Truss shook involuntarily, not knowing how to answer.

The arrogant Duke Dylan he knew looked like a helpless child at this moment.Truss felt extremely distressed, and regretted that he had left without saying goodbye.

"I didn't see you when I got up. The housekeeper told me that you left a message. But I didn't dare to ask him to find you. I was afraid that all this was just a phantom. I just went crazy and hysterical these days. During the few years you left, sometimes I really I thought I was going crazy." Di Lan smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I was just thinking, if I tell someone when I find you back, such as Saul, at least there will be a third party who can prove your existence. But I am not willing to tell anyone. Now except me, No one knows that you are back. Tesla has disappeared in this world, only here, you still belong to my Tesla."

Truss couldn't bear it anymore, held Dilan's hand, looked deeply into his eyes and said:

"Yes, I will always be yours. I will always be your truss."

Then try to comfort Dylan's wounded heart with hugs and kisses, and drive away his anxiety.From the hair, face, neck and chest, through the thin pajamas, kissing all the way to the waist, then knelt down and loosened Dilan's belt, took out the semi-soft meat/stem inside, swallowed it in one mouthful, and swallowed lovingly.

Di Lan snorted softly, her breathing became heavier, and blood gradually flushed on her face.He reached out and fiddled with Tesla's hair twice, and his fingers touched the cold crust.

Truss had just returned from the outside, still wearing Nord's mask on his face.

Di Lan took off the mask easily, and met Truss's embarrassed eyes.

"Sit still and don't move!"

Truss took off his pants, knelt and sat on Di Lan facing each other, holding his hardened cock/body with his hands, and was about to sit down facing the back/acre.

Dylan suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Truss patted Dylan's hand on his waist.

"No, I just remembered that you were so anxious when we first met."

Truss blushed at what he said.

"Where is it still the same? I am no longer that young boy."

Dilan sneaked his hands under Truss's military uniform, rubbed his waist stubbornly, "I look the same, and my whole body exudes sexiness and sweetness."

"At that time, I just thought, I can't let go of such a handsome and delicious guy." Truss deliberately said obscene words as if to hide his embarrassment, and touched Dilan's hard lower body.

Dilan smiled evilly, "What about now, isn't it delicious?" He said and pushed up twice.

"Now, I just think, I can't miss this man I love." Truss buried his waist hard, ignoring the insufficient lubrication of the joint that was burning hot.

Dilan wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but in the end he just hugged Truss tightly and was reluctant to move immediately, feeling the reality in his arms little by little during the intimate and hot intercourse.

After a long time, Di Lan let out a sigh, "You are really back."

"Yes, I'm back." Truss kissed Dylan's lips, pouring all his love into his body.

Di Lan began to move freely, her tight back/acres were slowly stretched apart with the violent impact, and the pumping/insertion became smoother and smoother.Dilan's hand on Tesla's waist suddenly moved down, forcefully grasping his relatively fair skin buttocks, deepening the penetration.

Truss, who had lost his fulcrum, leaned against Dylan semi-softly, like a beautiful music box, moaning/groaning beautifully under the urging of the pleasure clockwork.

Di Lan was almost disarmed halfway by the provocation of the hoarse cry.

"Ah, my beautiful siren (note: the legendary sea monster), your bewitching singing voice is really irresistible!"

Hearing this, Truss deliberately raised his face to lick Dylan's ears, and even stuck his tongue into his sensitive cochlea to tease him. Dilan couldn't help trembling and let out a gasp.

Truss chuckled lightly, "I think His Excellency the Duke's cry is also good."

"Do you still dare to be proud?"

Dilan raised his eyebrows, tore off Truss' already messy clothes, bit the sensitivity of his chest without any explanation, and began to attack the city, as if he wanted to make up for the lost time in the frantic sprint.

After parrying a few times, Truss couldn't bear the excessive stimulation and couldn't help begging for mercy, but Di Lan immediately sealed his pleading with a strong kiss.

Truss quickly let out a humming sound under Dilan's strong up and down pinch.He didn't have to open his eyes to feel Dilan's raging desire still surrounding him tightly.

Dylan refused to give up, he took off his pajamas, pushed Terrass on the bed and entered again, until the two of them were exhausted, and then they were satisfied.

Truss was too tired to move, but his stomach rumbled inappropriately. It seemed that when the sex/desire was satisfied, it was the turn of the appetite.He remembered that Di Lan hadn't eaten yet, and propped himself up on the bed to think about it, but Di Lan held him down with one hand.

Di Lan didn't have any clothes on, so she turned over and got up to ring the bell, and soon a servant who appeared from nowhere flashed in, which surprised Truss so quickly.

"Bring up the things you asked the kitchen to make just now, and we'll eat in the room."

The manservant obeyed his master's orders without turning his eyes.

Dilan's so-called eating in the room actually meant eating on the bed. The servant understood it well, and soon came in with a small shelf containing a tray and wine glasses and put it down, then bowed and retreated.

Dilan put the tray and its shelves on the bed, and Truss glanced at it. On the silver platter, there were meatballs stewed in sauce, black olive truffles, sliced ​​peaches and almond pudding sprinkled with rose petals.

Dilan took a spoonful of pudding and put it into Truss's mouth.

The smooth jelly with fine white sugar melts in the mouth, and the mellow sweetness rippling and spreading, what a nostalgic taste.

"You remember me loving this."

Di Lan just looked at Truss' flushed face and smiled silently.

Truss was uncomfortable being watched by him, and he lowered his head and took a bite of the meat, pulled it over Dylan's neck and put it into his mouth, not forgetting to lick the meat juice dripping from his lips.

Dylan ate half a meatball with relish in Truss' saliva, took another sip of champagne, bowed his head and offered it to him politely.

They frolic and mouth-feed each other like intimate beasts, eating very slowly, but it is a meal that has been greatly satisfied since Truss returned to land.

After that day, Truss still lived in the hotel, holding his lieutenant general's airs, waiting for Her Majesty's call to start the next voyage.

Duke Dilan began to attend social occasions frequently again, and the handsome earl and the dashing lieutenant general often accompanied him.The business of the tailor shop in Leighton City was unprecedented, and the famous ladies rushed to dress up, lest they miss any chance to become a noble lady.

The author has something to say: This chapter didn’t exist originally, but at the request of my dear revisionist, I added a little more sugar XD

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From the moment he knew that Tesla was about to return, Dylan made non-stop preparations for it.

As soon as the ship arrived at the port, it was greeted with a high profile by the Duke's personal guard.When the travel-worn captain came down, the Duke wished he could take him back immediately, but he held back and managed to turn his full of affection into a polite hug.Because there is someone more important than him waiting to receive the captain—Her Majesty the Queen.

After finally waiting for the formal entertainment to be over, the tired and paralyzed man was brought back to the castle.And from the moment he picked him up, he was reluctant to take a step away.

They ate together, bathed together, and slept peacefully in bed together.When you're free, look at each other and enjoy the time together.

Finally, when Truss recovered his spirit and physical strength, the two hugged heartily and enjoyed the passion of skin-to-skin contact.

The faint morning light shines in from the high windows, gently and invisiblely brushing over the canopy brocade bed and quilt.

Di Lan opened her eyes, and what she saw was the face of her long-lost lover, and a sweetness mixed with sourness rose in her chest.

Truss woke up to a thick tongue kiss.

"Um... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Di Lan licked the scar on his face. This was already the most frequent caressing action he did besides kissing.

"I just had a dream. I dreamed that when you came back from the sea from a long voyage and pretended not to know me..."

Truss was used to his nagging, letting him keep licking his imperfect face.At the same time, the body reflexively surged with a trembling heat.He didn't move, but there was a different expectation in his eyes.

"and then?"

Dilan thought for a while, "Then you said you loved me and you would never leave me."

Truss chuckled.

Di Lan didn't know why after all these years, he was still so worried about gains and losses.

Probably because of Ricky's absence, the child was sent to a noble public school in the royal territory a few months ago.The school is boarding and Ricky only comes back a few times a year.

Di Lan couldn't help feeling unaccustomed to the absence of children's noisy voices.

Gradually, the time to miss children and lovers has also become more.

He didn't like being so sentimental, but he was always naturally immersed in the emotion of missing.

Just like a well-raised cat, you always find that it is always around by you inadvertently.

Truss has officially become the captain of the Royal Merchant Marine since he lived on land as Vice Admiral Nord.Traveling to sea is both a career and a task.Nord's time at sea ranged from ten days and a half months to several months, and the chances of the two meeting each other were not many.

Because there are not many days when the two meet, they look forward to it every time.The two also cherish the time spent together.Every time we meet again after farewell, we wish we could stick together and never separate.

"Did you meet the adjutant afterwards?" Di Lan asked abruptly.

"No. I never saw him again."

Tesla also deeply regrets this.Although he persuaded Di Lan not to pursue the fault of the adjutant, the adjutant did not appreciate it.He didn't understand Truss' choice at all, so he didn't thank him at all.In the end, the adjutant parted ways with Truss and returned to the sea alone.

"Do you hate me for making you lose a dear friend?" Dylan tightened his arms around Truss' waist.

Truss shook his head, "That's not why I hate you. The problems between us have nothing to do with you. I let him down."

"Then why do you hate me?"

"Don't hate anything! Stop thinking about it." Truss pinched Dilan's face.

Di Lan took his hand and brought it to his lips to kiss lightly, "When are you leaving this time?"

Truss put away his hands and looked at Di Lan with a slightly serious look.

"I actually have something to tell you, but you haven't asked, and I don't know how to say it."

Di Lan frowned and smiled wryly, took a breath, and asked, "Tell me, how long are you going this time?"

Truss blushed, and it took him a while to say:

"I'm not leaving."

Di Lan was stunned and was speechless for a while.After a long time, he asked again, "Really?"

Truss was embarrassed, "Really, unless you don't want to take me in."

"Why don't you want to?" Dilan was so happy that he wanted to jump out of the window while cheering and running around the territory ten laps.

He had a hard time resisting the urge to jump out, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing his overjoyed look, Truss regretted not telling him about the decision earlier, and then laughed along with him.

Di Lan finally got tired of laughing, holding Tras in a calm and excited mood.

"My God, there are so many things to arrange. Rooms to be rearranged, servants to be arranged, the whole principality to come to a banquet to announce us together. And to have Her Majesty the Queen bless us! Ahh, it's my turn at last Showing off my love to that Saul guy, oh my god, it's so beautiful..."

Truss listened to Dylan talking like a cannonball, and he couldn't get in at all, and he didn't want to interrupt.

"...and when we get old, can we move to the countryside together to live?" Di Lan murmured like he was dreaming.

Truss didn't answer, just smiled contentedly.

"END"

The author has something to say: Thanks to my good friend YY who persisted in chasing my manuscript, and my dear editor Xiaozhi.Of course, I am most grateful to you who read the full text, loveUall~MUA

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As soon as the morning light hit the ground, the bakery in the earl's territory heard humming.

The fat old lady at the bakery has been in a pretty good mood lately.

After so many years of hard work raising my son, I finally hope that he will have a future!The son was appreciated by the earl and said that he would train him to be a housekeeper.

Of course, the old housekeeper of the earl's family is still very tough and healthy, and it's too early to say that he will take over.The son who was originally just a groom still has a lot to learn.She doesn't know what to learn, but anyway, it's a very face-lifting thing, enough for her to let go of her voice and show off to her neighbors three times a day.

The fat old lady took the baked bread out of the stone brick oven, and the heat from the freshly baked bread made her wide round face flush.She was thinking about whether to give her son a better breakfast, when she heard her son say, "Mom, I'm going out."

The fat old lady hurriedly put back the piece of bread she had taken out, while raising her head and frowning, she asked, "Stinky boy, what are you doing so early? The old man didn't get up so early, did he?"

"It's okay, I just went to the stables while it's still early."

"Go again? Didn't you also work in the stable until midnight at night, you just don't worry about being tired and don't take a rest, aren't you afraid that the master will think you have some dissatisfaction!"

John shook his head quickly and said, "I'm not tired, I still like working in the stables, and the master agrees."

"Hmph, you work day and night like this, not to mention whether you can hold on, and you don't even have time to get to know the girl? Then when will you be able to marry a daughter-in-law?"

"I know, I know, I'm going out."

The old mother kept looking for a daughter-in-law, and John was afraid of her, so he hurried out the door after speaking.

"Thin-skinned brat!" the fat old lady muttered.

But she just talked about it, and she was not so anxious in her heart, her stupid son is now a promising young man with a bright future, and there are plenty of opportunities.

In the future, when she becomes famous, she won't have to worry about not being able to marry a good wife, the fat old lady thought happily.

John didn't feel much better until he walked out of the house for a few miles.Of course it was not because of what my mother said before going out, but for another reason.If the fat old lady knew, her jaw would probably drop from fright.Because now, besides the old butler, the person who instructs her son to learn various businesses is the famous Duke Dilan.

More stressed and embarrassed than flattered, John felt more than ever the need for stable work to take the stress off.Although he didn't pretend to be so affectionate that he thought the Duke was still coveting his ass, but he just felt awkward, but he was afraid that offending a big shot would make the master's life difficult.Besides, apart from worrying about the master's face, he also hopes to learn quickly so that he can help the master, and it is undoubtedly the best shortcut to rely on the quick-witted and eloquent Duke.In fact, the Duke only occasionally guided him, and it would have achieved twice the result with half the effort, as long as he could endure the Duke's childish pranks and frivolous jokes.

In fact, our young groom is overthinking. In fact, there is no need for him to feel burdened. The reason why the Duke volunteered to be John's study guide himself is just to practice his aristocratic spirit-it's just a panic.

Being overqualified is not worth mentioning to the Duke. As always, he played his unconventional nature and guided John, who was a groom, without any qualms, as if it was just a fresh and fun game, very relaxed and happy.

In contrast, Master Earl Sol was in a bad mood.He was regretting his miscalculation.

I thought that John's efforts to get closer to his own class would make them closer, but apart from the fact that he was glued every day when he first taught him literacy and etiquette, after the basic stage, it was completely different from the original.As John has more to learn, the time they spend together keeps decreasing along the way.First of all, it is impossible for Saul to do the whole process independently, and John has too much to learn, including internal affairs, accounting affairs and basic legal affairs.Moreover, Sol is not very familiar with things like internal affairs, and still needs the guidance of the housekeeper.In addition, thanks to Dilan's help, whether he was out of fun or bored, it really made Sol a lot easier.

It's just that the various efforts at the moment can't see the effect immediately, and they can't make up for the little time they spend together.Even when they were rarely together, they didn't even talk much, at most they just sat together for a while.

For John, this kind of high-intensity study is very exhausting, and a moment of peace of mind becomes inexplicably luxurious.Sol just wanted to do something, and couldn't bear to start with the tired-looking John, so the frequency of their intimacy dropped greatly.Saul is simply wanting to be dissatisfied, no, he is already very dissatisfied.

Even though they are in the same mansion, why can't they meet their lover freely in their own place?

Earl Sol bit his finger and thought angrily.

He sat on a velvet high-back chair facing a pile of unprocessed documents in front of him, slammed the table and stood up.Decided to skip work to do a day's accompanying reading, let the secretary worry about the backlog of work.He nodded, very satisfied with his idea, a smile appeared on his cold face.

When Dilan entered the door and saw Sol, he immediately opened his arms and hugged him happily.

"Oh, isn't this the Earl? It's been a long time since you came to greet me in person. To be honest, I'm tired of seeing your butler's bark-like old face."

Saul felt a little embarrassed when he heard that, so he let Dylan hug him for a while.

Dilan has been coming in and out more often recently, so Sol doesn't greet him at the gate every time, and often asks the housekeeper to do it for him.

Seeing the butler standing aside and sweating profusely, Sol shook his head to signal that he didn't have to follow, raised his hand and led Dylan into the door and said, "Sorry for neglecting you, Your Excellency the Duke."

"Hahaha, I was just joking, don't take it so seriously." Di Lan winked at him.

Sol pretended not to see it, and led him all the way into the study before turning to ask: "Your Excellency, may I listen to your explanation to John today?"

As he spoke, he flipped through the "Civil Law Encyclopedia" placed on the desk.

After not hearing the expected answer for a while, Sol couldn't help turning around in doubt, and found that Dilan was approaching him quietly, very close.

"What's the matter? Your Excellency the Duke."

"Oh, dear Saul, you always smell good." Dilan inserted the tip of his nose into Saul's silver-gray hair and sniffed a few strands.

Sol endured without having an attack, and just replied: "Then?"

"But why doesn't your darling have even the slightest bit of this fragrance on him, instead it always smells like a stable? You should know that smell is only praised on horses." Dilan sneered in his ear. road.

Thorn paused, and said coldly: "That's just right, lest you get his idea."

"Oh hehe, my dear friend," Dilan said with a wicked smile, "you know I'd rather have your idea."

"You're still so boring."

"I can be very chatty."

Dilan pressed Sol suddenly, and before he could react, he hugged his waist tightly, and took advantage of the situation to jam a leg under Sol's crotch tightly against his private parts, and followed closely with his steaming mouth. Go over and bite his earlobe.

"Is this kind of prank you're talking about? It's really disappointing." Saul was unmoved by Dylan's rash attack.

"I didn't expect you to be so bold!" Di Lan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Aren't you afraid of your tall pet dog making trouble?"

Dilan's words did remind Saul that John was almost coming.

Once he realized it, Sol didn't hesitate to fight back. He grabbed the Duke by the neck like a cat and threw him away.

"Aww, can you stop being so rude, gentleman!" Dylan protested loudly, rubbing the back of his neck in pain.

Saul ignored him at all, turned and walked out to see if John was here.Sometimes John still waits primly in the living room, even after changing clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the study door, he saw John standing silently in the corridor not far from the door.

"John!? When did you come?" Sol couldn't help raising his voice, "Why didn't you come in?"

"I saw that you seemed to be busy, so you were waiting outside."

It seems that John should have seen Dilan's nonsense just now, and Saul felt very bad.He knew that John didn't like his bad friend the Duke.

He hurriedly explained: "The duke is just joking, don't be angry."

John looked up at him with a confused look on his face, "Master, I'm not angry. Can I go in after you've finished talking?"

Sol had no choice but to move aside nervously to let John in.

But looking at John's indifferent appearance, Saul felt a little uncomfortable again, and felt a little strange when he thought about it, and then became unhappy.

He grabbed John and pressed him to the door, and leaned over to kiss without saying a word.

Just when he was about to meet, John looked away.

"Sir, please don't do this, the Duke is still waiting."

Sol's face suddenly became ugly, "Since when did you start caring about his feelings? You said you weren't angry?"

John wanted to push Saul away before speaking, but Saul refused to give in, but pressed him harder with his body.John sighed helplessly.

"No really. The Duke is a good man and taught me a lot, I just don't think it's polite to keep him waiting."

Unexpectedly, John really didn't think too much, and even said good things for Dylan.

"What? Don't be fooled by that beast in clothes. What's so good about him?"

Dilan is a handsome man completely different from himself, and Sol can't help but become wary.

"He's just bored."

Thinking of Di Lan's long-awaited sweetheart wandering in the sea, Saul felt a little sympathetic to him, but he was not sympathetic enough to give up his lover.

John was a little dumbfounded by Saul's nonsensical words.

"Master, I won't be angry, and I don't have the qualifications. In fact, no matter who looks at it, he is more suitable for you. As long as you don't dislike me, it's enough for me to stay by your side."

It took Saul a while to realize that John was feeling inferior.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little unspeakably sad. He lightly pressed his forehead against John's, and said:

"Don't be silly, I'm getting goosebumps, why should I get together with that kind of low moral scoundrel?"

John, with a bitter face, couldn't help laughing.

"Keep your voice down, lest he hear you. Aren't you friends?"

"I don't care about him!" The ungrateful count lowered his voice slightly, "Anyway, I don't want anyone but you." He hugged John and kissed him.

The perfectly shaped lips were slightly parted, and the tip of the tongue could not wait to enter John's half-open mouth with moisture, provoking his dry lips and tongue to entangle together.

Saul's undisguised request made John's eyes turn red and his body heat up, and he unconsciously responded to his kiss.

"Hey hey, I'm still here! You two rude guys."

Dilan, who was in the study and couldn't wait to come out to have a look, saw his friends and students leaving him alone in the room and making out at the door. He was so angry.

Yet the duke's anger was not given the usual heed.

Sol's movements only paused for a moment, and he raised his head and said: "Today's lecture is suspended, you can do what you want." Then he pressed John who wanted to retreat and continued to kiss with his tongue, and made a deliberate slurping sound.

Dylan clicked his tongue angrily.He intentionally played a little prank, but in the end it only made the object of his prank stick together more intimately and show affection, which is really asking for fun.

He rubbed his forehead and exaggeratedly said, "My God, how could I have such a shameless friend like you." Then he resolutely decided to change the target of molesting, and went to find the beauty Shirley (the precious stallion of the earl's stable) went.

Duke Dilan rode his horse and strolled leisurely until the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the land.

On the deserted field, he dropped his usual hippie smile, looked at the horizon calmly, and prayed silently in his heart, looking forward to the early return of his sweetheart

"END"

The author has something to say:

This is really really over.

I went to retreat to practice a little longer ancient style ^^

Bye, and look forward to seeu again~