I still remember eating the Wangzai QQ candy in my previous life.

Especially the strawberry flavor, which is a slightly darker red than pink, looks very natural and is just the right size, a little smaller than the tip of your little finger.

The two strawberry-flavored Jiaxin QQ candies that appeared in front of Alan were not sweet and had a slight fishy smell, but the size and color were just right.

Take a sip and it tastes pretty good. It is slightly softer than the original Wangzai QQ candy, and has a softer and meaty texture.

Especially the small particles on it look very similar to the small particles on strawberries, and have a slightly frosted feel.

…

It’s my first time trying on a Korean dress with my left hand and a kimono with my right hand.

Alan suddenly felt like the foreign lord who invaded the Japanese-occupied areas of Korea a few years ago.

There are Korean products on the left hand and products from the island country on the right hand, which are extremely exotic.

“Alan…”

Jiaxin's voice was trembling. Master Alan was just busy eating Jiaxin's QQ candy and didn't let her have any. She could only watch Alan eat it and she was so anxious that she was sweating.

"Don't...don't speak English, speak your South Korean, whatever you want!"

Allen, who was in high spirits, suddenly had an idea: the atmosphere was so perfect, the costumes were so appropriate, and there were tatami mats underfoot, so he might as well make it more involved.

If he had time, he would have written the entire script!

After wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth, he felt a little dry after eating Jiaxin QQ candy for a long time. He took the lemonade handed to him by Shuzhen and drank a little to moisten his throat. Alan asked, "Can you speak Japanese?"

…

Shuzhen is a little panicked now...

Let’s not talk about the clothes and stuff. Why does he have to speak Japanese? Can’t just two women satisfy this Earl?

Do we have to add foreign languages?

"Your Excellency...I can do it a little bit."

"Just a little bit is enough! Come on, come on, how do you say that, flower girl..."

Alan moved his right hand to Shuzhen's white belt. This black kimono matched with the white belt, coupled with Shuzhen's mature and charming appearance, always gave him the feeling of a widow or something.

Why……

Isn't this fitting? The island country officer who took possession of two beautiful girls was killed by Master Allen. Isn't this just taking possession of a Korean concubine and an island country wife in someone else's home?

Once this impression was left, Alan became even more excited.

…

Japanese tatami. When Shuzhen spread the mat on the ground just now, Alan didn't notice what was underneath. Anyway, this was his first time to experience this way of working directly on the mat laid on the floor.

It’s my first experience, and I feel it’s just so-so.

It's not easy to exert force, and I have to use a pillow to support it. The key is to use a pillow, but it's secondary. My two knees are sore after being pressed for a long time.

Let’s try another method, it’s not easy to exert force.

After working for more than half an hour, Alan's golden hair was almost wet and he was sweating profusely. This was more tiring than running ten kilometers, but it was the kind of tiredness that came unconsciously.

Holding Jiaxin in his arms and breathing heavily, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief. The only sounds left in the room were the three of us breathing heavily. But at this moment, Jiaxin's low voice was heard again.

"Sister Shuzhen, please help push Mr. Allen. He is tired."

"???"

"Bo~"

There was a sound of a cork opening.

Alan moved to the side, touched the lemonade on the small table next to him, and took a few big gulps.

In the past, he would only get lost in the sounds of “Yeah” and “Fuck”.

I still remember that Julian Moore said to him, "Yeah" is just politeness, "fuck" is a real compliment, and the louder the "fuck", the more sincere the compliment.

Some time ago, Master Allen was praised hysterically every day!

now……

What does "help push" mean? "I'm tired"?

Am I tired?

I'm on halftime!

Alan has always been very proud, so at this critical moment, he has to continue even if he has to grit his teeth.

"Why are you pushing? I want to drink... some... water... Wait for me for a moment. Someone, bring me another glass of water."

In order to have a little more time to rest, Alan had someone bring him a glass of water. During this time, he took a few deep breaths to calm his pounding heart.

Oh shit……

I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. You can only know a person’s face but not his heart.

Jiaxin, who looks quiet on the surface, is surprisingly so proactive and positive when discussing academic issues. Shuzhen, who looks mature and charming, is a little shy at this time.

Just now when Jiaxin called her, she was lying there pretending to be dead.

Taking the water handed to him by the servant, Alan took a few big gulps, wiped the lemonade that flowed onto his chest, and looked at Jiaxin, whose face was flushed and who did not forget to wink at him.

"Come!"

…

Old Carl accompanied William to have breakfast early in the morning, but there was no sign of his young master for a long time. William urged him to go to the small villa where Alan lived last night.

In addition to a few loyal bodyguards standing guard around, there were also a few servants carrying things that looked like quilts, shuttling back and forth.

"What's going on?"

Old Carl asked, but several servants lowered their heads, and the first servant came to Carl and whispered, "Sir, the cushions in the young master's bedroom are wet. The young master just woke up. Let's change them. The young master is asleep again now."

"???"

After being stunned for several seconds, Old Karl finally realized what it meant to be wet. Then he was stunned again, and pulling the servant, Old Karl also asked in a low voice: "Master, have you been busy all night?"

If I hadn't been busy all night, why would I have to change the bedding so early in the morning?

"No... Anyway, it's been on and off. It was very noisy last night."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Old Carl understood it clearly. The young master was not busy all night, but he was busy on and off all night. It was probably because the mattress was too wet and it was too uncomfortable to sleep, so he asked someone to change it.

Thinking of this, Old Carl turned around and squatted down, looking at William who was curious, and said, "Your Highness, uh... the young master is still sleeping, how about we go back first?"

"Why isn't my cousin up yet? Didn't he say he would take me to the game today?"

William frowned, feeling a little strange.

"Uh... Master was busy at work last night and didn't rest until very late. How about... you play the video game for a while today?"

"Well, when your cousin wakes up, tell him and say that you asked me to play with him."

"Yes, yes, your highness, don't worry!"

Old Carl breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had finally fooled this little ancestor.

As soon as he stood up, a bodyguard trotted in, saw Old Carl, and handed him a mobile phone.

"who?"

"Sir, your phone!"

"Um."

Old Carl picked up the phone, nodded twice, and after hanging up, he handed the mobile phone back to the bodyguard, then left with William with a smile. The whole villa fell into silence again.

…

Ever since returning from his visit to Gyeongbokgung Palace, Alan hadn't shown up for two days.

On the morning of the third day, when William saw Alan again with his eyes wide open, he was about to get angry and complain about his cousin leaving without saying goodbye, but when he saw Alan's current appearance, he was a little scared.

"Cousin? What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

Alan appeared in front of William with a slightly pale face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his lips were bloodless. Although William didn't understand these things, he knew that Alan looked miserable now, and the anger that had accumulated for two days disappeared in an instant.

Although William is young, he still knows right from wrong.

"No...I've been busy with official duties these past two days, and I'm tired."

Alan comforted William, rubbed his golden retriever, and waved to Old Carl, "What was the name of that disgusting soup you told me about a few days ago?"

"Master, it's ten whips of soup."

"Yes, yes, yes, Ten Whip Soup, go hire a Korean chef, buy the ingredients, and make me a few servings!"

Alan, who originally looked down on this kind of dark cuisine, changed his opinion on it in just a few days.

This was the main dish that old Carl had come to check out a few days in advance. The Sony people treated him to a feast, but old Carl didn't quite understand it. He simply thought that this kind of food sounded disgusting, and he rejected the other party's kindness without hesitation.

When Allen arrived in South Korea, old Carl complained to Allen, saying that the people from Sony treated him with such rubbish that sounded scary.

now……

Alan also wanted to try it, just to try it out of curiosity, and he had absolutely no other thoughts.

"Huh? Oh oh, I'll go right away."

Old Carl was stunned. He couldn't believe that someone would actually eat such disgusting food, but seeing that the young master insisted on tasting it, he couldn't persuade him.

…

After old Carl arranged for someone to invite the cook, he just came back and saw Alan sitting cross-legged in the front hall, looking listless, holding a bowl of millet porridge and drinking it slowly.

William held his chin beside him, watching Alan drink porridge.

Old Carl looked around and didn't see the two tour guides from Hong Kong. After confirming that there were no outsiders around, he whispered, "Master, there is something else I need to tell you."

"explain!"

Alan put down his spoon and pushed the bowl aside.

"Huth called and said that His Royal Highness has sent a consultant to meet with you in person."

"Oh? What consultant?"

Alan frowned. Why send a consultant from so far away?

"Did you say anything?"

"No...but the other party just called. He just got off the plane and he wanted to see you as soon as possible."

"Well... I'll go change my clothes, and you can take William to class first."

Alan supported himself on the table with both hands, his thighs trembling slightly, and he slowly and weakly climbed up.

"I don't! I don't have classes today. Cousin, you've been gone for days, so I have to be here too."

"Okay, wait here. I'll go change my clothes first."

…

"Your Highness! Lord Allen!"

The old man who was performing the salute was wearing a very traditional British suit, a black jacket, grey trousers, shiny leather shoes, and a head full of silver hair. He looked to be at least sixty, or even closer to sixty-five.

His face was very thin, and his cheeks were even a little sunken. At first glance, he looked like a mummy.

William was somewhat happy to see this person and asked, "Martino, why are you here? Is my father here too?"

Alan looked at William's performance and realized that this man must be a close confidant of Charles. At least William should be very familiar with him.

…

Hearing William's words, the old man named Martino looked extremely happy. He squatted down and looked at him carefully for a long time before he said, "I didn't expect that Your Highness would still remember me after not seeing me for a while."

After saying this, he finally had time to look at Alan. He didn't know until he looked, and he was shocked.

Although Alan had tidied up his appearance a bit before he came, it was hard to hide his expression.

"Sir? Are you injured?"

"No... sit down and talk. The decoration here is not very convenient. Do you need me to get you a small stool?"

The old man looked at William who sat down first, shook his head and said, "No, no, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. I'm Martino Bicchi, you can just call me Martino."

Slowly sitting down, the old man was about to speak, Allen raised his hand and said: "Give me a cup of coffee, extra strong."

Old Carl glanced at Martino and said, "I want a glass of whiskey on the rocks, Sir Martino, what do you want?"

"Give me a soda, please."

"Me! I want whiskey too..."

William looked at the behavior of these adults and decided to try his hand.

But as soon as he spoke, he was arranged by Allen.

"Just another glass of milk for William, go ahead."

…

"Cousin! I don't want to drink milk anymore!"

"Then drink some lemonade later!"

Alan sat aside and William sat next to him, which was a little crowded.

"Your Highness asked you to come here, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"That's right, Your Excellency..."

When talking about the purpose of this visit, Martino's face became serious.

On Allen's first day in Korea, he encountered trouble at the airport, and he decisively left.

This kind of thing seems like a small matter and there is no loss. It just seemed very hurried after getting off the plane. However, Allen was still a little scared, so he sent the message back intact and asked Hut to report to Charles.

Charles brought the situation to his advisory team, and they all felt that something was wrong.

The British themselves like to play dirty tricks, of course...

They are also very sensitive when others play dirty tricks on them. This time, something was very wrong. Although it seemed that there was no loss, that was because Alan ran fast and even left the gifts to the servants who stayed behind to slowly pack up.

If he hadn't run away decisively, there would be hundreds of contestants a few dozen meters away. No one knew whether they had weapons or not. If anyone among them got impulsive or found out that it was Alan and William next to them, if they rushed over or used weapons...

If Alan and William get hurt in the slightest, it will be a big deal!

How can Britain and the Russians get along at that time?

Should I fly into a rage and fight for the sake of face, or should I swallow my anger and pretend nothing happened?

How could an earl and a prince tolerate something happening at the airport?

If we tolerate this, Britain’s international reputation will be ruined.

If this is not tolerated, then Daying will be used as a gun.

The interests involved here cannot be explained over the phone, and cannot be explained, so...

Charles directly sent a consultant to support Allen.

He knew Alan's temper and that he was very impulsive, so he had to send a "military advisor" to calm him down.