The blue eyes opened wide in the water. When they looked at the bottom of the basin that was close to the water through the clear water, the originally bright and transparent bottom of the silver basin became hazy, as if it was covered with a layer of frosted glass. A few small bubbles attached to the "glass", moving around with the large bubbles that the child occasionally spit out, or rising or floating.

There were all kinds of noises in the morning in the Wind Castle, the sound of servants stepping on the stairs, the sound of guards patrol and chatting, the sound of housekeepers scolding, etc., but all the sounds seemed weak and ethereal when they reached the water, as if they came from another world.

During the diving process, the cold feeling of the liquid in the basin was immersed along the cheeks into the head and even the limbs. Gradually, the water for washing the face seemed to turn into warm hot water. With the initial stimulation, the eyes had already adapted to the wide open in the water. They just kept bent over for a long time, but the sourness gradually spread from the spine to the whole body.

So in the end he had to straighten his back.

As the water splashed, a handsome little face was exposed to the air, and a cool feeling came from it. The boy pulled the aries towel next to him to wipe his face, and he still guessed.

"Ten minutes? Twenty minutes?"

He thought about it and carefully looked at the basin in front of him.

There was obviously no air supply during the diving, but he felt that the oxygen in his lungs was constantly being replenished as the water penetrated, and even the time he persisted was extremely extraordinary.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but he felt that the basin of water seemed to be less than before...

Shaking his head, the boy raised his hand and picked up a clove-smelling cup on the small table next to the washbasin, dipped the branches inside and mixed the salt with spices at the bottom of the cup and began to brush his teeth intently.

There are toothbrushes in this world, probably made of pig hair. However, Lanli felt that pig hair was a little dirty, so he just learned from ordinary people, and found a tender branch to chew it into pieces to brush his teeth.

Anyway, there is no toothpaste, and no matter how you brush it, it won’t be as clean as in your previous life.

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Young Master, it's time to eat."

"Come on!" After responding vaguely, Lan Li rinsed her mouth with another cup full of water on the small table, spit out some salt cleaning materials and slight plant chips into the basin, and turned around and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

It was probably a peaceful day.

Renly especially enjoyed this peace since returning in that "history" yesterday.

"I'm going to take a shower tonight."

After leaving the door, he ordered the servant who was guarding the door, and then stepped to the room where the food was dedicated to the lower floor.

All chaos and disputes ceased with the crushing of the denture. It didn't look different from the previous Lanli, but the situation around it is basically not changing at the moment, including siege, hunger, food shortage...

...

Before Fengxi Castle was surrounded, Renli basically had to eat with her current family.

But there were actually not many people. Shortly after his birth, his parents died in a boat accident. The elder brother Robert became an adopted son in the Duke of the Valley. The so-called family members were basically the second brother Stannis, the old scholar Krisson, the playmate Fatton Ellin, and the uncle Harbert who had died in the early stages of the siege.

Occasionally, there are some vassals, knights and family vassals, but not too many.

Now, because of the siege, Stannis basically lives by the city wall, and the old bachelors don’t serve the table very much. There are only three little guys who can get together.

Obviously, children eat very quickly, especially when food is scarce and monotonous, lunch usually ends in less than ten minutes, but today is a little different from usual.

In the dining room, on the long partition table, Renli sat on the left, and the other two black-haired boys with their heads down frowned at the food on the plate as before, but the silver dagger he held in his hand moved without hesitation.

The tip of the dagger was stabbed into the head of the pickled dried fish. Then, after a slight separation, the head of the fish that should have been hard and resilient was easily cut off by him.

Then the dagger in the boy's hand drew the whole fish into four in a few seconds, and each one looked almost the same in size.

Finally, with the slender fingers turning, the silver dagger turned from the backward grip with a surprising agility, and was used as a fork by the owner of his hand, and stabbed the salted fish a few times like a small thorn sword. A piece of boneless fish was separated.

Fatty Ellin looked at all this and looked down at the exact same dagger in his hand, only to feel that this thing was clumsy and heavy.

"Lanley, you seem to be a little different from before."

After the black-haired partner inserted the piece of fish with a dagger and put it into his mouth, he finally couldn't help but say something.

"Is there any?" Lan Li said vaguely, "I heard that eating too much pickled fish will cause bad breath."

"Not bad breath, I mean-"

"Berry, have you noticed that you have bad breath?" The black-haired boy looked at the thin bamboo pole next to Fatty. The other party was fighting against an onion with his head down - he seemed to like eating raw onions.

"Eating this can remove the smell." Berry, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, raised his hand and signaled the food in his hand: "It works very well."

"I mean dagger, yours-" Fatty man spoke unceasingly, but was interrupted immediately.

"Did you find Elling?"

These words made Fatten unable to help but look at his companions beside him.

"Who will pay attention to that?"

The other party replied blankly: "But I think he will definitely have it. Look at him so sloppy."

...

The rest of lunch became a little noisy, but basically nothing happened to Renli. After finishing his portion, he politely said goodbye, but did not attract the attention of two friends who were fighting. He stuck out his tongue and left the place quietly.

The old bachelor who heard the noise happened to arrive at this moment, nodded with him at the door, and broke into the room with great momentum. Then Ren Li heard a wave of scolding and arguments, but later he stopped paying attention to what happened.

A special smell that drifted in was attracting his attention, but before he could tell where the smell came from, he heard a strange news.

"The patch face is dead, Master."

The short servant Qiaomi whispered to him as he returned to the door of the bedroom: "He should have died long ago. Qiaomi said that when Qiaomi dragged him out of the sea that year, he was already dead."

In aristocratic families, gossiping servants may be scolded by their harsh masters, but Lan Li always likes to tell him some rumor. This is not to say that he can get any useful information from here, the main reason is boredom.

In this world where entertainment is scarce, gossip is one of his few interests left.

But this is not a simple gossip.

"How did you die?" Lan Li frowned and asked.

The patched face is the jester who saw him crying and running away that day. It was originally from the free trade city-state opposite the narrow sea. It is said to be very funny, but unfortunately Lan Li has never seen it before.

When the jester was bought opposite the sea and was about to arrive at Fengxi Castle, the storm and the reef sank the ship he was riding, and the sea swallowed it up. After spitting it out, the jester turned into an idiot.

"I'm sick, young master, he's sick. I heard that I've been sick for a while." Qiaomi replied: "But no one of us noticed that he was sick, but he died of illness in the room, as if he's dead for several days."

He shook his head as he spoke, and his words were filled with melancholy.

"When Qiaomi dragged him ashore, he swelled his mouth. Later, he kept talking and his mind became unaware. It was all Qiaomi's fault, alas. But we originally thought he was dead, and he was so icy that he felt so icy that he was dead..."

Lan Li didn't continue listening because he was already walking towards the stairs.

The strange smell still lingers around his nose, somewhat similar to the one he smelled before, but very different, and seems to have an extra corruption.

When his back was about to disappear at the stairs, the short-sized personal servant realized and ran over and followed the boy's butt-

Although the castle is very safe, the situation is tense at present, and the servant must pay close attention to the young son of Baratheon who has not grown up, so as not to make any mistakes.

...

Lanli finally found the source of the smell from a dilapidated courtyard in the castle, a burning fire. Five people stood quietly in front of the fire and watched, and the smell of corruption was floating out of it.

Unlike in the tower, the smell not only smells stronger when approaching, but also is mixed with a little grease and burnt smell...

"The Breaking Boat Bay swallowed the ship they were riding, but the sea returned the damn jester to us." As he approached, someone spoke to him.

That was one of the top five people in the fire, and the young leader guarded by the other four male servants. He was black-haired and blue-eyed, and was thin but tall in brown and black leather armor. When he looked down at Ren Li, he looked quite cold.

"He also became a mentally retarded. What do you think I want a mentally retarded jester to do?"

This is not so much a questioning but a muttering voice.

"At least you like him very much." Lanli replied.

"I don't like him, I've never liked him."

"Then why did you keep him?"

"I tried my best to keep him by my side," said the young man with hesitation: "I tried to find joy in him, yes, I tried. I think this way--this might be possible to fulfill my father's last wish?"

Lan Li looked at the other person silently and did not speak anymore because the other person was not asking him or anyone.

The shipwreck not only turned the jester into a mentally retarded person, but also swallowed all the Duke and Duchess Stephen Baratheon of Wind Snacks, his parents in this life.

At that time, Renly was a pink baby who was eating milk from a nurse in a cradle. He did not witness the disaster, but the second brother and elder brother Robert in front of him witnessed the disaster with his own eyes.

They were standing on the towering walls of Fengxi Castle, watching the ships in the bay ahead sink. The dark sky storm was raging, and Lan Li couldn't know what his two brothers were feeling at that time.

He just learned some of the details of this matter afterwards.

For example, the disaster shouldn't have happened, it was the captain's operational error at that time.

For example, the Duke and Duchess brought him many strange and interesting toys from the Free Trade City-State.

For example, Bachelor Kleisen once received a letter from Duke Stephen across the narrow sea. The letter mentioned the jester's tone was very respectful, claiming that the withdrawn second son could learn to laugh...

Obviously, the patch face is not a qualified jester.

Lan Li thought to herself.

Since he remembered, he had only seen the second brother named Stannis beside him laughing once, but he heard the smile he showed when his parents returned and were about to arrive at Fengxi Castle.

Then I haven't seen it once.

"I don't like him." The atmosphere was silent for a while. When the flames in front of me burned out and a pair of burnt corpses appeared, the young man beside me said the last sentence.

"But I should always send a bachelor's treatment when he is sick, rather than letting him die alive."

Stannis's voice did not feel guilty, but instead felt a sense of fatigue. It was obvious that the situation facing the castle made him feel a little overwhelmed, but the angular cheek expression was still stiff like a stone.

A thought flashed through Lan Li's mind.

Is it necessary to find a way to bring that Naga rib into handy?

He thought so, and then his face suddenly became stunned.
Chapter completed!