【Leian】Prison bird

A ship sails alone on the sea,

It seeks neither happiness,

nor escape from happiness,

It just sails forward,

Beneath the calm blue sea,

And overhead is a golden sun. *

It was also a spring when An Mixiu met Lei Shi again.There is still some thin snow in Wangcheng in early March, and new green shoots protrude from the white branches, standing tremblingly in the cold wind.Outside the city, a long winding cavalcade came from a distance, Lei Shi got off the carriage, looked around majesticly, and finally set his eyes on him.

An Mixiu moved his lips subconsciously and wanted to speak, but the syllables lingered on the tip of his tongue before they could burst out, and he suddenly realized that now is not the time to reminisce about the old days.Beside him stood the king.And the other party has also withdrawn his gaze, walked up to him, and saluted his father in a respectful manner.

After three years, Leishi seems to have undergone tremendous changes.The outline of the face is more profound, and the height is much higher, even half a head taller than himself. The image of the young man in An Mixiu's memory is gradually blurred, replaced by this real existence in front of him, with a strong aura To the third prince who cannot be ignored.

Something has been different.An Mishu, who realized this, felt awkward.

This restraint subtly existed between them every moment in the future.An Mixiu can no longer regard Lei Shi as a child who needs mercy because he was born in the royal family and his mother was persecuted as before.His face is still a little childish, and his soul is still young and fresh, but in An Mixiu's view, the other party is already a man who does not need any sympathy and pity.

This made him remember the gap between the two caused by the difference in status, and he returned to the position of ordinary master and slave.The other party also seemed to have no objection to his handling methods, since he entered the palace, he always showed a kind of carelessness.Until one time, when they met outside the government hall, Lei Shi, contrary to his usual lukewarm attitude when facing him humbly and saluting, blocked him into a corner after An Mixiu greeted him routinely.

The moment his back touched the wall, Lei Shi's fingers brushed across his face unconsciously, landed on his cheek, and twirled the ends of his temple hair in circles.Excessive closeness blurred the distance, An Mixiu hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help calling: "Your Highness."

"Huh?" The boy's voice seemed to come from the nasal cavity, with a lazy nasal sound, which sounded low and magnetic.

An Mixiu lowered his head to avoid the passing breath, and was considering his words in his mind, when Lei Shi suddenly said: "Your hair is quite soft."

The young man didn't know why he suddenly blushed, he always felt that when Lei Shi said these words, he was a little natural, as if they should be like this, and it seemed that something had changed.Before he could think about the difference, Lei Shi's hand left

His Royal Highness took a step back, put his hands behind his back, and squinted his eyes to observe him.An Mixiu clenched the administrative documents in his hand, hurriedly said goodbye and left, describing himself as quite embarrassed.

From that day on, Lei Shi seemed to have taken an interest in him again, taking pleasure in teasing him and watching his awkward posture all day long.

During the Futing banquet, the young prince would slide onto the dance floor with a woman in his arms, but his eyes passed through her smooth and delicate shoulders, and fell directly on An Mixiu who was accompanying the king.Then, under the unknown gaze of the other party, he suddenly grabbed the woman's waist.The sense of aggression contained in the eyes is as substantial as if the place where the hand really fell was on his waist.

Also, when they passed each other, the fingertips brushed against his palm as if there was nothing, and the numb itching caused him to tremble, and he clenched his fist tightly, not daring to open his palm again in the narrow road encounter afterwards. .

There are so many times like this that An Mixiu even has the illusion that he is having an affair with Lei Shi. The inexplicable sense of immorality often makes An Mixiu feel troubled and at a loss. He doesn't know what Lei Shi wants to do. Ke Yizhi's behavior also made him not know where to bring it up, so he had no choice but to avoid people.

Lei Shi just watched and admired his distressed appearance, and then said with a half-smile: "An Mixiu, why are you running?"

Sometimes he would raise his head to look at people, and the other person's face was full of interest and seemed to be in a good mood.Finally one time, he couldn't help but say, "Your Highness is different from before."

The smile in Lei Shi's eyes gradually faded, he turned the ring on his hand absently, and said suddenly: "Don't you like it?"

The night sky full of stars poured down, flowing over his face, and melodious tunes overflowed from the banquet hall and floated into the garden. The little prince stood among the flowers, as if waiting for an answer.

What do you like?what do you like?

An Mixiu was puzzled, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air made him blush. After hesitating for a while, he answered honestly, "The changes in Your Highness...I'm not used to it."

Lei Shi was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled viciously: "Then let you get used to it." An Mixiu couldn't help but get a headache when he heard it.

Fortunately, due to the king's eyeliner, Lei Shi's behavior is still restrained, and he will not do too outrageous behavior.An Mixiu also breathed a sigh of relief for a while, but at the same time he was faintly worried.

With the passage of time, the king is getting old, and he is more and more wary of his two sons, and even now it has become worse, with a faint tendency to eat children.His deteriorating body made him particularly violent and sensitive, and any sign of trouble would arouse his suspicion.The Knights of Hundred Flowers is in his pocket, a reverse scale that no one can touch. Once he finds out that the third prince is too close to his belongings, then Lei Shi will probably withdraw from the stage early.

This is not what An Mixiu is happy to see.He still remembers the appearance of the other party solemnly saying that he would become a king when he was parting three years ago.The overly serious look in his eyes touched his heart at that time.

Anything that can be called belief should be respected.

However, at this moment, the king, who was originally in good health, suddenly died suddenly.

He was poisoned to death.As soon as the inspection results came out, the Plantagenet Dynasty suddenly fell into unprecedented turmoil. All the clues vaguely pointed to Leishi, and the eldest prince in Yorkshire even aimed his sword at his younger brother, sternly saying that he would kill his relatives righteously.

After hearing the news, An Mixiu came to Lei Shi's bedroom overnight, and was speechless with others.After a while, Lei Shi stood up from the bed and laughed: "Why, the Knight of Hundred Flowers is also here to attack me?"

An Mixiu hurriedly said, "No, Your Highness was wrong..."

Lei Shi interrupted him: "But you don't believe me. Your heart is not firm, that's why you appear here. Am I wrong?"

An Mixiu was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't really know, he just followed the instinct to come here.

Lei Shi looked at him, and suddenly said: "Take it off."

An Mixiu was taken aback for a moment, looking at the third prince who looked down on him from a high position, he couldn't react.

Lei Shi's expression became even colder, and he said in a commanding tone: "I want you to take off your clothes."

"Or—" he said expressionlessly, "you no longer treat me as your master?"

The young man's body is mature and healthy, thin but not overweight, with clear texture without a trace of fat. Leishi covered it from behind, passed his right hand under his ribs, slid all the way along the smooth abdominal muscles, and finally fell into the heels of his legs, breaking apart with force his thighs.An Mixiu lay passively on the bed, bearing the attack from behind.

He was forced to open the closed hole and accept a penis from the same sex. The thick and hot male organ kept going in and out of his body, pulling and rubbing against the sensitive intestinal wall.He was suffocated by the opponent's strong and violent conquest, so he could only collapse between the soft bedding and pant for breath.

The wet sound came from the joint, echoing in the empty room at night, the shamed An Mixiu buried his face in the pillow.Lei Shi refused to allow him to do so, pinched his jaw and turned his face to face him.He stared into An Mixiu's eyes word by word cruelly and said: "What you knew before, I deliberately pretended to lie to you. Look carefully, this is the kind of person I am, from the beginning to the present."

Lei Shi's movements became gentle, he kissed the scars on An Mixiu's back, those medals of merit left in years of fighting; he pleased his body, arousing the longing that was suppressed in the depths.Behind the devil's gentleness is a further erosion. He makes his body live happily in the sweetness of pain, and in the jerky, rampant lust, eats away at his reason little by little, and everything else.

Lei Shi held his back neck, like a male beast, tightly imprisoned his female beast under his body.

An Mixiu had nowhere to escape, but could only indulge in the pleasure of the flesh.The remaining rationality let out a mournful cry, and they cried out in unison at the moment of the climax.He closed his eyes and murmured in his heart: God, I am guilty.

Afterwards, Lei Shi threw over a stack of evidence and told him the truth - the eldest prince poisoned his father, and then blamed his own brother, killing two birds with one stone, easy to calculate.

"Now there are two heirs, one killed the father and the other raped you—" Lei Shi sat on the bed, looked at the tooth marks on the young knight's neck, and smiled evilly as before: "An Mixiu, How do you choose?"

He has always been arbitrary, doing everything.

Without saying a word, An Mixiu bent down to pick up the clothes from the ground, and put them back on his body one by one.

The next day, the two sides fought a stalemate.He led the Knights suddenly appeared on the battlefield and launched a crusade against the eldest prince.And when everything ended with the opponent's fall from the cliff, he also quietly left the battlefield.

Step by step, he left the capital calmly and firmly.The self who violated the precepts no longer belonged there, and he accepted this frankly in his heart.The sky is long and the sun is setting, and the road ahead is uncertain.

But the world is so big, there is always something he should do, and there is always something he can do.

——TBC——

*Note: From Lermontov's poem "A Lonely Ship".