return to the throne

The carriage walked slowly, because it was in the city of Sardinia, the speed of the convoy was not fast, and it took a long time to leave the palace and drive towards the city center.

Adrian did not lift the curtain of the window to see the situation outside, but he could hear the voices of people outside. The world outside the carriage was a noisy and prosperous world. Lancaster when the city was broken.

About half an hour later, the carriage stopped with a creak, and Adrian realized that he had probably reached his destination. He stroked his hair nervously, and was about to get out of the car.

And at this moment, the car door was pulled open by a hand, and a familiar voice came, "Adrian."

It was Carlos, standing outside the carriage, smiling and holding out a hand to him.

Obviously it was only a few days since I saw him, but Adrian had a feeling that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

He watched Carlos show a shallow smile unconsciously, stretched out his hand, and put his palm in Carlos's hand. Carlos grasped his fingers and squeezed them gently.

The other party winked at him mischievously, "You look so good today."

Adrian looked a little hot, and he lowered his head, "Don't say such things."

Carlos put a hand on his waist and joked, "What kind of words are you saying? Am I wrong? You don't look good?" He laughed, "Baby, I don't want to lie to you, You're pretty damn good-looking, that's a fact."

Well, he accepted the first words, but the word 'baby' is too frivolous!They are not married yet!

Adrian couldn't help but glared at Carlos.

Normally, he would have taken Carlos's teasing as a deaf ear, and Carlos's mouth has been flabbergasted once or twice. Just ignore his words, but today he doesn't know what's wrong with him, and his heart is beating violently. Stop... probably because the weather was too hot, or the other party's attitude was too eager, which made his mood so ups and downs. He felt that he was not calm enough, so he simply shut up and didn't give Carlos a chance to continue talking.

Fortunately, Carlos didn't mind, and walked into the temple with his arms around him.

In fact, Carlos has been very out of shape these days. Sometimes he feels happy, sometimes he feels nervous, and sometimes he confides his thoughts to Rika in distress, and then Rika ridicules him as having a premarital phobia.

Of course, being single and getting married are two different concepts. Carlos is not a god. He would naturally feel panic when he gets married for the first time. For an unknown husband and unknown future, he must be more uncomfortable than him.With this in mind, Carlos decided to take on the responsibility of being a husband.

The Temple of Truth is magnificent and huge. Standing at the door, you can feel the solemn atmosphere of the entire temple. Adrian has never been to the Temple of Light. I don’t know if the buildings there are like the temples in Sardinia, but it has been passed down from the northern countries. From the legends and the descriptions of the traveling bards, he could vaguely guess that the two were similar.

The main hall in the center of the Temple of Truth enshrines the statue of the Goddess of Truth. She is a tall woman wearing a war robe and holding a golden sword. She has deep and wise eyes. She is a symbol of wisdom, representing death and new life.The people who serve her are the goddesses of the temple, they are the spokespersons of the goddess in the world, they can listen to the oracle and convey the will, and they come from the royal family every generation.

"This is my aunt Medea." Carlos took Adrian to meet the goddess Medea of ​​this generation.

Medea's appearance is astonishingly young, with no signs of age at all. She and Carlos stand together as if they are not his aunt but his sister.Adrian has always respected such people very much. He bowed his head and saluted Goddess respectfully, "Hello, Lady Goddess."

Medea smiled slightly, "Hello too, I'm glad you're here."

She gazed at this guest who came from afar with tender eyes, and there was no displeasure on her face, like an ordinary elder who was purely happy for the marriage of her relatives.Carlos suddenly remembered that a few days ago, after he returned to Sardinia, the first thing he did was to go to the temple to ask Medea if the Goddess of Truth approved of his choice, but Medea did not answer him directly that time.

"Carlos, why do you ask me this question?" Medea sat on a high throne, separated from Carlos by a thick curtain, her voice came from inside lightly, "Don't you take him Didn't you come back because you like him, love him, and want to spend the rest of your life with him?"

Carlos said, "I like Adrian very much. This feeling is not fake. I just want to know whether he is the one I need and whether he can be my wife."

Medea smiled softly, "Go back, there is no need to answer this question, you chose him, not he chose you, isn't it up to you to decide whether it is what you need?"

If Medea gave a negative answer, would Carlos immediately turn around and send Adrian back, and then bring back another black dragon bloodline?He didn't know the answer, but he had to say that Medea's attitude at the moment made him a little relieved. Seeing the other party's appearance, the Goddess of Truth had no objection to his marrying Adrian.

In Sardinia, every member of the royal family needs to be blessed by the temple when they get married. The nobles threw flower petals and fresh eucalyptus branches to them, and the whole process was very simple.But even if it is very simple, Adrian has always been very nervous. He knows that people in Castile worship the goddess extremely, and they are afraid that they will make mistakes and make the nobles around them unhappy. Slightly relieved.

Next, after the evening wedding, he and Carlos will be officially married, and he can immediately ask the other party to fulfill his promise and send troops to Lancaster occupied by Pallister.

At this time, Medea walked up to Adrian, and she held a small crystal cup in both hands and handed it to him.

"You have to drink him," Carlos told him.

Adrian didn't know what was in the crystal glass. He took the glass suspiciously and took a breath. The liquid in the glass was clear and transparent, exuding this attractive fragrance, but he still couldn't tell the difference. What is it.

"Drink." Carlos's eyes were shining, and his face was full of expectation.

Adrian glanced at him, and with his encouragement, he drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, among which Rika laughed the loudest. He kept applauding, making his hands red. His wife Anne was also very happy, throwing flowers at the two couples.

"What is this?" Adrian pursed his lips, feeling that the residual taste in his mouth was not annoying, but unexpectedly delicious.

"You'll know later, let's go." Carlos took his hand again.

After the ceremony, Adrian returned to the palace. He will spend the rest of his time preparing for the wedding tonight. The housekeeper of the palace, Jonson, also came to hand over the internal affairs. From now on, Adrian can treat anyone in the palace. He ordered that his status here is only lower than that of Carlos, and no one can regard him as a foreign visitor.

However, Adrian did not accept Johnson's kindness. He still remembered his identity, knowing that he was just the husband who came to marry him, and he was not qualified to manage the entire palace. When he solemnly asked Jones to continue to manage the palace, he You can feel Jonson's kind eyes, and the other party is obviously very satisfied with his behavior of knowing the current affairs.

"Your Highness, Aragon is a country that doesn't care about status. Here, everyone can get the most basic respect." Johnson told him kindly, "I know that your country has always been respected by nobles, but in Aragon , especially in Sardinia, there is not much difference between people, and our king has always been an approachable and good king, please don't let him down."

"Thank you." Adrian thanked him, "I'll do it."

"Then I won't bother you." Jonson bowed slightly to Ed, "Please continue preparing for the wedding tonight. There are still five hours left. This is a difficult battle to fight."

Five hours passed by in a hurry, and when Adrian was unconscious, the pointer of time had already pointed to the night quickly.The reaction was more emotional than the groom-to-be.He was still combing his hair, when he heard dozens of loud noises outside, and then Mei rushed in from the door like a lively bird, "Salute!" She shouted, "A lot of salutes were fired outside the city. Colorful and beautiful!"

This is the salute fired by the Tower of Truth to celebrate the king's marriage. There are 25 guns in total, just around the Sardinian city wall. They are fired by the bachelors every 15 minutes to remind everyone that the wedding is coming.

"No time, change clothes!" Ivanka was a little more sensible than her, and hurriedly took the wedding gown and ran towards Adrian.

The wedding dress was heavy and luxurious, and it was completed after several days of rush work by dozens of tailors. Adrian struggled to put on this dress, feeling that he could not lift his hands, and he was pressed against the dressing table Before leaving, May carefully combed his hair with a horn comb.

The hurried scene in the morning began to repeat itself. The two maids kept looking at Adrian's face, trying to make him reach the most perfect state. He was so tired that he was almost tortured to the point of death, but his two maids were still fastidious and full of energy, not letting go of any flaws.

"Your Highness." Ciri sneaked in from the door and brought him something to eat, "Are you hungry? I seem to hear your stomach growling..."

Adrian blushed a little. "Thank you." After an afternoon of tossing around, he was indeed very hungry. Fortunately, Ciri came to give charcoal in a timely manner. Adrian quickly reached out to get the bread he brought, but Ivanka stopped him with a reproachful face.

"Please don't eat, Your Highness," Ivanka said. "You don't want to taste bread when the king kisses you later?"

"Can't I eat at the dinner later?" Adrian asked depressed.

"Yes, if you really can't bear it, you can just drink water."

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It's still the old rule, and then a red envelope will be dropped, and it will be distributed next Wednesday.