◇ Chapter 47 Dungeon

Lin You hesitated for a moment, but still did not push Lan En away.

Sick female insects are always particularly dependent on pheromones. Lin You looked at the major general's frowning brows, sighed slightly, and thought to himself: "Forget it, I'll sit for a while and leave before he wakes up."

Lann stayed awake.

He originally just wanted to take the opportunity to meet Lin You, test his attitude towards the eldest prince, and then think about his next move. However, the soft bedding, the warmth of the person beside him, and the citrus pheromones that surrounded him made him unable to help but indulge himself more and more.

Lan En carefully tested the limit of Lin You's indulgence. He pretended to be unintentional at first, put his arms around the other's waist, and then pressed himself against him. Finally, he was still not satisfied and almost hugged Lin You.

Lin You seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable, but he didn't struggle and let him hold him obediently, neither waking him up nor pushing him away.

Lan En lowered his eyes.

——The Third Prince was indeed quite indulgent towards him.

66 said: "The major general's fever has subsided. Shall we leave?"

Lin You: “…wait a little longer.”

Lann hugged him too tightly, looking reluctant to let him go.

He felt a little awkward. Although they had done more intimate things before, that was driven by pheromones and pure love. Lann had no feelings for him at all. But now, lying like this, they were like a close couple.

Lin You muttered to himself: "This is a patient, this is a patient." He stayed in the room for more than an hour before getting up and leaving.

*

The next morning, Lin You received a letter from the eldest prince regarding his visit.

Lin Yu called him by his nickname affectionately and said that he wanted to come to his house and sit for a while. Lin You had no reason to refuse, so he could only agree, and then gave orders to the waiters to prepare everything.

The visit was scheduled for the afternoon. Lin You spent the morning in the study reading the original text. He was studying when 66 suddenly spoke up: "Host, can you stop for a moment?"

Lin You: "Wait until I finish sorting out this plot."

66 was lying on the small cushion by the bay window, with only a corner of the screen sticking out. He shrank back upon hearing this and muttered, "Okay, don't blame me for not reminding you later."

The key plots of the novel are described very realistically. For example, the chapter on Judgment Day lists in detail the presiding judge's verdict, Lane's metal handcuffs, the reactions of various guests, and even the disdainful expressions of the eldest prince, the third prince, and White. It is very difficult to operate, and even though Lin You racked his brains, he could not find any loopholes in the plot.

He felt a headache. At this moment, the door knocked three times. It must be the housekeeper bringing breakfast.

Lin You: "Come in."

Someone stepped in.

The footsteps were crisp, not the sound of the butler's soft leather shoes, but the sound of long military boots with metal heels. However, Lin You was preoccupied and did not notice at all.

A glass of milk was placed in front of him, followed by a small cake. The man wore pure white gloves, and his knuckles were slender and beautiful under the cloth.

Lin You didn't even raise his head: "Thank you, I will eat later."

“…”

66 weak probe: "Host."

"Host, please stop for a moment..."

"I have something to do now." Lin You felt a slight headache. He reached out and pressed his forehead. Immediately, a pair of hands replaced him on his temples and began to rub them lightly.

The technique was sophisticated, obviously he had practiced it before.

The butler had also learned massage. He was about to thank her when he heard a light sigh and someone asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Lin You looked up suddenly.

The major general was wearing a dress uniform and white gloves, with his silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail and tied at the base with a hairband of the same color - it was 80% similar to the butler's uniform, and he was looking at him with concern.

"You?"

Lann laid out the tea and cakes one by one and bowed gracefully: "I told the butler that since I have entered your mansion, I should take care of your daily life, so I took over some of his work."

Lin You felt a little uncomfortable.

He hid the draft with the notes in the drawer, locked it guiltily, and then coughed and hurriedly picked up the cake: "No, there's no need to do this. You are still sick, there is no need to do this, go down first."

Lan En did not move. He stood aside holding a plate and said with a smile, "I heard the servants discussing today that the eldest prince is coming?"

Lin You paused while eating the cake and said vaguely, "Yes."

Lan: "Then tie me up."

Lin You's hand slipped, and the plate of cake fell down. Lan En bent down slightly and caught it lightly. He put the cake back in front of Lin You: "Please be careful."

The tone was calm and gentle, as if what he had just said was not "tie him up" but something polite like "What a nice weather."

Lin You was a little choked. He picked up the tea and said speechlessly: "What do you mean by tie you up? Where should I tie you up?"

Lann smiled: "The basement."

Lin You: “Puff——”

Lan En put down the plate and patted Lin You on the back with concern: "Please be careful, are you okay?"

Lin You brushed his hand away and continued to cough. After finally stopping, he said, "You...you stay away from me."

If the major general said a few more words, he would choke to death.

The prince's residence did have a basement and even a private torture chamber, but with the imperial legislation prohibiting the abuse of lynching, the means used by the nobles had been reduced a lot, and although the basement still existed, they did not dare to go too far.

Ever since Lin You came here, the basement of his mansion has never been used.

Lann said, "You can put me in the middle of the torture chamber, put chains and a collar on me, and paint my clothes with red paint..."

He didn't finish, but Lin You already understood.

That's indeed a good idea.

Put Lann in the basement, take the eldest prince to look at him from a distance, say some messy lines, and then leave. It would be difficult for the eldest prince to rush into the cell to examine the wounds himself.

He thought for a moment, then directly called up the light brain to summon the butler and asked, "Do I have a basement? Where is our basement?"

The butler paused, seemingly speechless. After giving the address in detail, he couldn't help but ask, "You don't know anything about it?"

Such a big basement.

Lin You said confidently: "I don't use that damn place, why should I know?"

Lan heard everything, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

——His Third Prince was indeed as gentle and kind as he had imagined.

The entrance to the basement was in the pavilion in the garden. The housekeeper took out the key that had not been used for a long time. Lin You stepped in and was greeted by a cold smell of rust.

There is no sunlight here all year round, and it is very dark and damp. Iron fences divide the dark space into small grids, with no end in sight. It is like an exploration scene in a horror game, and it seems that inhuman creatures will jump out at any time and anywhere, forcing the players to run as fast as they can.

Lin You’s fans all know that he is a little afraid of ghosts.

Lin You was walking in the front, and all the waiters did not dare to overtake him. However, he paused slightly when he looked ahead. Lan En knew what he was thinking, took the light from the butler, held his hand, and pulled him forward: "Please follow me."

Lann was still dressed in uniform, his palms were dry and warm, his military boots stepped on the ground in a rhythmic rhythm, as elegant as a knight guarding a treasure. They stopped in front of a cell, and Lann looked around: "This is it."

The butler was carrying a box, which contained many matching utensils for noble basements, such as collars and whips. Lin You's set was brand new, and it looked just as it did when he first appeared. There was no blood on the whip, not even a speck of oil on it.

The butler took out the key and opened the cell. He nodded slightly to Lan En and said, "Major General, please."

According to common sense, this kind of thing should be handled by the butler, but Lan En turned around to look at Lin You and suddenly said, "Your Highness, can I make a request?"

Lan En had to be locked up in this dark place for the whole afternoon. Lin You felt a little guilty and said immediately, "You tell me."

The major general smiled slightly, took the box from the butler and held it in front of Lin You.

He said, “I want you to do it yourself.”

Before Lin You could even react to what was happening, he was taken to the cell in a daze, with chains and a collar stuffed into his hands. Then Lann half-knelt in front of him, lifted his long silver hair to reveal his slender neck, and said with a smile, "Come."

“…”

Lin You lowered his eyes and picked up the collar, adjusted it to a very loose size, and then gently buckled it around Lan's neck. There was a small silver bell on it, which just caught the Adam's apple.

He adjusted the length of the chain to allow Lane to move freely without being constrained in his movements, then reached out to grab something else from the box.

But Lane held him back.

The major general shook his head: "That won't work. The eldest prince is an expert, he can see it."

If we were to ask who among the three princes is the most playful, it would undoubtedly be Lin Yu. He knows much more about how to use these things than Lin You.

Lin You thought to himself, is this perverted thing of Lin Yu an expert? But he had to follow Lan En's instructions to tighten the chain. When his fingers stopped at the elastic buckle of the collar, he was slightly troubled.

If this is tightened, it will be very uncomfortable.

Lann held his hand.

He adjusted the tightness according to Lin You's fingers, and moved the buckle inward. When it reached a certain length, Lin You's fingers began to tremble at some point. As the collar became tighter and tighter, he trembled more and more violently. He could hardly hold the buckle and resisted silently.

Lann sighed, "This is nothing, Your Highness. I have tracked pirates in Area 23. It is a desolate place, and the oxygen in some planets is extremely thin. I have also performed missions on the highest plateau of the Insect Planet and escaped unscathed. I will not be short of oxygen because of this."

Lin You's voice also trembled: "...How can they be the same?"

He was shaking so badly that Lane had to release him and put the collar on himself.

He stood up and turned around, trying to reassure his highness: "It's really okay."

Lin You refused to speak.

He took out the chain in silence - the lightest kind, covered with soft fur on the inside so it would not hurt the skin. No clues could be seen through the cell door.

When everything was ready, he took the dark red paint from the butler and painted it on the pure white uniform bit by bit.

In order to achieve a realistic effect, Lann tore the hem of his shirt, messed up his hair, and smeared blood paint on his temples. Lin You smeared some clean water on his forehead to make it look like cold sweat. After all these operations, the major general became a mess.

Lin You's breath was choked.

A major general with a neat uniform and good manners is already very attractive, but what about a major general with a messy uniform, rapid breathing, a black collar, and watery eyes?

A strange picture appeared in Lin You's mind. He collected his thoughts, retreated to the door of the cell, looked around carefully, but could not find any flaws.

The butler reminded at the right time: "His Highness has sent a communication. He has already set off."

Lin You nodded and pointed upwards: "Then I'll leave first."

The collar restricted Lan's breathing, which was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't show it too much. He just said, "See you later, my highness."

Lin Yu landed at the Third Prince's residence twenty minutes later.

He and Lin You exchanged pleasantries and talked about some random things, looking like he cared about his brother. Lin You also chatted about all sorts of things, being very obedient. The two of them drank a cup of tea, and Lin Yu was the first to bring up the issue, seemingly casually: "By the way, how was the wine I gave you that day?"

"The effect is very good." Lin You sighed, "But Lan En is really a tough guy and not easy to deal with."

Lin Yu smiled and said, "How difficult is it? Can you let me see?...Oh, I don't mean to covet you, but I haven't used that wine yet, so I'm a little curious."

Lin You: “Of course.”

He led the eldest prince to the basement. The butler adjusted the lighting in the cell to a dim level. From afar, one could see shadows and the crackling of an old oil lamp. Mixed with the sound of wind that came from nowhere, it made the cell seem like a den of ghosts and monsters.

They turned a few corners and saw Lane's cell from afar. The major general's body was covered in undried blood, and his hands were tied behind his back. He hung his head weakly, and coughed suppressedly from time to time. Blood foam rolled down the corners of his mouth, and he looked extremely miserable.

The environment here is terrible, and the air is filled with the smell of staleness and decay. Lin Yu looked at it with disgust, then turned around and said, "Let's go."

He climbed up the stairs and commented, "Such an unruly female insect should be locked up in a place like this."

“…”

Lin Yu turned around and said, "Xiaoyou, don't you think so?"

Lin You said: "Of course, for a guilty person, being tied up in a basement every day is the best ending."

The eldest prince nodded with satisfaction.

Where he couldn't see, Lin You clenched his sleeves expressionlessly.

Would Lane be like this if he hadn't come?

Would a handsome, elegant, and dignified major general kneel in the dust in such an embarrassing way?

Lin Yu's visit this time was just to make sure that Lan En would not cause any trouble. He had no feelings for his blood brother Lin You at all, so he said a few more words and left in a hurry.

Lin You was eager for him to leave earlier. As soon as the aircraft disappeared into the sky, he immediately brought Lan En out. The major general did not show any discomfort. He calmly took off his collar chain and walked out of the basement. The first thing he said when he saw Lin You was: "What a nice weather. Would you like some afternoon tea?"

The butler's face twitched slightly.

Preparing afternoon tea for the Third Prince has always been the butler's job.

Lin You had no appetite for afternoon tea. He brought Lan En back to the room, peeled open his collar to check, and saw that the major general had been extremely cruel to him. Sure enough, a red mark was left there, and his skin was swollen and congested.

Lin You took out the ointment he had prepared long ago and handed it to Lan En. Lan En raised his arm and suddenly let out a soft hiss.

Lin You turned around: "What's wrong?"

Lann: "It's okay...hiss, my arm hurts a little."

Of course it hurts after being hung for the entire afternoon.

Lin You paused slightly, but still took the ointment from him: "Let me do it."

Lann cooperated by lifting his hair.

He lowered his eyes. The Third Prince was right in front of him, concentrating on applying medicine on his neck. He had a handsome and elegant appearance.

In fact, to the major general of the Third Army, this scar was really insignificant. His body had been subjected to sword attacks and his skin had been burned. Lann even disdained to apply medicine on his neck. Compared with the pain, he felt that it would be more troublesome if the ointment rubbed onto his clothes.

But Lin You's expression was very serious, as if he was doing the most important thing in the world.

He applied it carefully, as if afraid of hurting Lan, and gently touched the swollen skin with his fingertips, which felt a little hot and itchy.

"Your Highness." Lan En suddenly spoke. The atmosphere at this moment was just right. He couldn't help but want to ask the Third Prince for something more. "Will you marry me?"

The voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Lann had asked this question twice, and this was the third time. The first two times were to avoid the punishment on the Day of Judgment. He offered his body and his family, and laid out all kinds of chips in front of him in exchange for the promise of exemption from punishment.

But this time was different. Lann didn't think about anything else. He just wanted to ask, "Will you marry me?"

“…”

Lin You's fingers paused slightly, and his breathing missed a beat. He dug a large amount of plaster to cover it up, then lowered his eyes and painted the scar, not answering directly: "We won't have a wedding."

According to the plot, they must get married, but there must not be a wedding.

In the eyes of the Zerg, this is probably the worst of the worst.

Lan En didn't care. He held Lin You's fingers, his blue eyes full of seriousness: "I know, I don't want a wedding, but will you marry me?"

“…”

Lin You turned his face away and whispered, "Yes."

He came from two worlds, and in the original script, he was going to hold Lane's hand and become his close partner.

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It’s a little late○|￣|_I came back from my hometown by train today and I’m dead tired.