[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 16

"what happened?"

When Gallan returned home with a lion in his arms, he led to a chaos in the conservatory.

Probably knowing that he was in trouble, the little lion lingered around Gallan's feet after being put down, and did not yell or yell.

When Gallan was picked up by King Camos and was about to leave, he followed Camos with his short legs and chased a few steps, but was stopped by the middle-aged maid at the door. It sat on the ground with a big butt, small eyes with big beans and gazed at the leaving Gallan with all his fluff down, and a pair of pitiful looks like they were abandoned.

Galan, who was hurrying back by King Camos, was first sent to the bath by a group of young maids to take a bath-he tried so hard to resist that the maids didn't let the maids wash him from head to toe, and therefore let the group of maids Snickered for a long time.

Although the body is a child, he is already a teenager who is about to become an adult when he is of mental age. If the years of rebirth are counted, he is actually an adult.

How could he be so embarrassed to let those maids who were still girls rub around on him.

However, although the young maids were not allowed to bathe themselves, the small wounds on the arms and legs were cleaned carefully by the maids to prevent sand and dust from remaining in the wounds.

By the time this tossed down, the sun had set to the west and it was evening.

Washed and cleaned, the little white and tender little Gallan came to the side hall. On the high platform covered with white soft cloth, King Camos was sitting cross-legged on it.

The enticing aroma comes in, and a variety of delicacies are placed in a delicate jade plate before King Camos.

When Gallan entered, King Camos sat there, holding a piece of parchment paper in one hand and holding a spoon in the other, and took a few bites into his mouth and chewed twice. , Swallow, how to look and how rude that posture, no image at all.

The next servants stood quietly and quietly on both sides, apparently accustomed to their king's defiant behavior. When Camos finished reading the parchment, he grabbed a quill pen and wrote a few words on it quickly, then throw it away and threw it to the next servant waiting nearby. The attendant reached out his hands expertly, caught the parchment flying out in the air without changing his face, bowed to salute King Camos, and hurried away with the parchment.

Camos turned his head and stepped off the platform, striding towards Gallan.

His gaze swept over Garland and fell to the bruise on his right arm. In fact, it was just trauma, but because Gallan's skin was already white and delicate, it was a bit scary to have bruises.

Camos stretched out his hand, lifted up his younger brother, turned around, put it on the edge of the platform, and then turned to wait for the doctor next to him to signal.

The doctor in white robe, who had been called for a long time, bowed to salute, and then stepped forward, the doctors who came together had picked up the ointment and other treatment items to follow. Then, at the doctor's command, the two doctor women held Garlan's arm on one side and applied the transparent and colorless creamy ointment to his wound lightly.

Garland was sitting on the edge of the platform, both hands were grasped, and only those people were allowed to do so.

A fascinating scent came, and he turned his head subconsciously, so the dazzling delicacies on the white cloth jumped into his sight.

He swallowed a sip of water, and the child's body was not hungry, and he tossed it all afternoon. The wound started to soak in the bath and he didn't feel it. Now that he looked at so many delicious foods, Gallan immediately felt his stomach. Very hungry.