after the little prince got married

Many years ago, when he was maybe 11 or 12 years old, Ansai accidentally found a book without a cover in the library.He has always been proud of his photographic memory. At least from the time he can remember to the present, he remembers all the books he has read, and he is particularly impressed by this strange book.

Unlike other ordinary books, this one begins with an illustration full of people in fancy dress.

This is a book that specifically introduces the customs and customs of various countries. In order to find out whether he should spend the whole afternoon reading fantasy stories or studying the reality of the world, Ansai first turned the book to the Fredeka module. He still remembered that it was 120 pages of the book. Eight pages, entitled "Climate Extremes in Fredka: Frostbite".Very well, the book said that because Fredka was too cold, most of the people lived underground or in caves, and even the king didn't know how many people he had.The people live their own lives, do not like to communicate, and are extremely indifferent.

Oh, look, it said I was extremely cold.

Now Anse is almost certain that the author of this book is from either Matilda or Stewart—the former is stupid, the latter is crazy, and the only thing in common is that he hates Frederick. In fact, Frederick The people generally believe that there is no country in the entire Pulheli continent that is qualified to communicate with it.

Fredka is the strongest!Fredka is the best!Fredka is born with noble blood!Long live the lineage!

In short, Ansai decided with just one glance that the precious time this afternoon was destined to be used only for his own entertainment.He did not read any further on Fredka, but with his customary graceful carelessness turned the book back to the first page, to the painting of dancing demons.As the recognized strongest country on the Pulheli continent, Matilda is introduced at the very beginning of the book.Just like all the books about history and comedy that Ansai has read, this book strictly follows the order of environment-clothing-food-custom.Ansai tried his best to combine the paragraph "Matilda has a mild climate, abundant water sources, rich green plants, and fertile soil, which is very suitable for survival" with the chicken-leg-shaped big trees and The green and yellow ground match.

If this book had been written by His Royal Highness Ansair, the well-known Prince of Fredeka, he would have given this passage the title: "The Natural Environment of Matilda: Green Mountains, Green Waters, Birds and Flowers The lakes and mountains are colorful", or: "The soil of Matilda: plant a finger today and reap a child tomorrow".Absolutely eye-catching and eye-catching, it is guaranteed that the people of the entire Pulheli continent—except infants and illiterates—can't wait to hold this book in their hands as soon as they see it, and can't put it down for a long time.

He frowned at the plate full of burnt yellow meat behind the unkempt savages in sacks in the painting. He really didn't understand why there were only a few plates of roasted whole lamb and roast beef leg in such a rough picture. It is so clear, as if two painters who were obsessed with different schools of painting were arguing and abusing to complete this work together.

Until His Royal Highness, who is perceptive, noticed the small words under the painting: 333 years of Prey, [Madi] Pali Kamos, "Happy Harvest Sacrifice".

Oh, about two years ago, what an ancient painting!No wonder this painting focuses on the roasted lamb and the roasted ox. It has to be said that the painters of Matilda are especially good at grasping the key points, which is simply famous all over the world.

It can’t be said that this afternoon was fruitless. At least Ansai remembered the name of the painter Perry Kamos. This person, who barely shares a common language with his neighbors, will not be dragged into a torch dance, or stand on his head in a beer barrel-of course, this possibility is only one in a million.

Back to reality, the current situation is a bit complicated. The key words are vomiting, noise, and tearing. Take them apart, each of which can drive a Fredka people crazy.But what surprised His Royal Highness was that even though the situation was so bad, he could still clearly distinguish every word from everyone.

His future husband, the eldest prince of Matilda, Aldrich Mandel, asked him in a tone a hundred times happier than their country's famous painting "Happy Autumn Harvest Festival": "Would you like some brandy? "

······ Or "Happy Autumn Harvest Festival"?

Standing next to him, the guard who was specially sent to greet him held his soiled gown at a loss and said, "I'm sorry Your Highness, I think I need to change clothes..."

At the same time, the commoners around the palace, while admiring his hair, his eyes, the buttons of his coat, his carriage, the curtains on his carriage, the ribbons on his roof, were eager to invite him to dance around the bonfire.

Ansai swore in his heart that he would never do something as rude as "dancing around the bonfire" in his life.

"Would you like some whiskey? I heard that the nobles in Fredka like whiskey!"

Oh my God!

If it wasn't for reminding himself that he was newly married over and over in his heart, Ansai really wished he could use any kind of magic, as long as he could make the other party shut up!

Prince Aldrich walked towards him, his legs were long and his steps were powerful, every step seemed to be stepping on Prince Ansair's heart.If everyone else walked like this, Ansai would only think of all the words like "barbaric" and "wild". His Royal Highness was very confused, so he had to attribute everything to this way of walking. He called this gait the "Matilda gait."

He announced that "Matilda" was now a professional adjective, a term so broad that it was, in general, the sum total of all derogatory terms in the world.

Aldrich stopped at a distance of about 47 inches from Ansai, his eyes were as blue as Ansai imagined in his heart, and after just one glance, His Royal Highness' ears turned red for no reason.

Tsk, he is so hot.

"His Royal Highness came from a long distance, and the boats and cars are exhausting. It's really hard..."

Ansai was afraid that he would hear the name of some kind of nonsense liquor spit out by this sexy mouth, so he hurriedly interrupted him: "Your Highness, do you know... Parker Corolla?"

"Huh?" Aldrich was a little confused, but he quickly concealed the panic in his eyes, and asked in a warm voice, hesitantly, "Is this person His Highness's servant?"

"No, it's a painter." Ansai struggled for a while between "Pike" and "Pauli", and decided to trust his proud memory, so he continued, "I am in a book... It is a coincidence that I have seen this name in a history book."

He emphasized the word "accidentally", but he didn't realize that the more this happened, the more suspicious it would be. His Royal Highness Aldrich interpreted this as: the bride-to-be secretly checked the hometown of her future husband, which quickly surfaced in his mind. A vivid picture, including a blushing little prince, and an old book with a dark yellow cover.

Needless to say, he was really looking forward to tonight.

"Maybe I know this painter, he might..." In the blink of an eye, a familiar name appeared in Aldrich's mind, he swallowed the polite words that were on the verge of his mouth, and said, "He will Here, P... Pike Corolla, at our wedding. If you're interested in his work, I assure you he could have painted our first family portrait."

Prince Ansair waved his hand, neither saying yes nor no.

Surrounded by the crowd, the couple walked towards the church. Countless petals fell on Ansai's only thirteen-layer veil along the way, and then slowly slid down, becoming a bit of colored mud under the princes' boots.

Thirteen!Numbers brought by this devil!Maybe the kid next to him is the devil himself, he almost wasted a basket of petals on Ansai's veil, as if he couldn't understand that he was attending a wedding, not some snowball fight, so no Need to knock any one of the grooms over with that basket of petals and laugh on the loser's head.

In order to let him understand this truth, His Royal Highness Prince Ansair ticked his precious little finger and kept filling the basket of the little boy who was only five years and three months and two days old with flower petals.

A person who devotes himself to helping others can't tolerate others in his eyes, so Ansai didn't notice that the future husband who was walking beside him was holding the small note in his palm tightly.If he was willing to waste an iota of magic power and sneak a peek at the contents of the note, he would find that those handwritten words as big as the tip of a needle were just a few polite words spoken by the other party when they first met .

The two arrived at the church and walked in side by side.Along the way, he did not meet a shepherd playing the flute, a flax bush that could speak human words, or a bird reading poetry. This made Prince Ansair initially believe that his husband had not done any dirty tricks. It's all written like this.He was satisfied, and he didn't even show much curiosity or displeasure when he found that the middle part of the priest's hairstyle was missing.

The pastor motioned for Aldrich to raise his left hand and place it on the left chest of his future husband, Ansair.

The other party did as he did. His hands were big and hot. For Ansair, who lived in the ice and snow all year round, it was not too hot.

The priest said, "His Royal Highness Anseir Brenda Bradrick takes the oath."

Ansai seemed to be calm, but his heart had already roared angrily—damn, no one told him to swear an oath to get married!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ansai and Auden looked at each other, at a loss.When the four eyes met, both sides could clearly see the confusion that could not be concealed in the other's eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this." Auden began to try to think calmly, "Who can teach me why I am the one who made the moves, but let the other party swear? It was obviously not like this during the rehearsal!"

Aldridge has never thought about it calmly since he was born.

The church was extremely quiet, and it was the first time for the people of Matilda to be so quiet. If the father and queen mother were not still sitting there, Aldrich almost thought that this place was occupied by other countries.

The cold young voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"I, Anseir Brenda Braderick, Fourteenth Prince of Fredka, declare Aldrich Mandel, Grand Prince of Matilda, to be my first husband. "

He thought for a while, and then added: "Ahem, the first and last husband... Even the flames of war can't separate you and me, and we will live and die together from now on."

The people in the hall screamed, and the little boy who had been with them all the way just now raised the flower basket and poured all the petals on his head.Unavoidably, the entire church fell into a crisis of petals, Ansai hurriedly withdrew the magic he cast.

The priest waved his hand to silence the crowd.But he forgot that this was a task that Mandel I, II, and III continued to work hard but failed to complete. With his mere 56 years of life, how could he do it?When he finally decided to give up doing this and turned his eyes back to the newcomer, he was horrified to find that Prince Aldrich had pressed Prince Ansair's left hand to his left chest, and at the same time tenderly swore: "I declare To accept Anseir Brenda Braderick, Fourteenth Prince of Fredka, as my lawful husband, to live with him in sacred marriage, and to love and respect him hereafter He, always faithful to him, forever."

Check it out!One wedding, two styles, this is fantastic!

At this time, according to the procedure, it is finally time for the couple to kiss.Anser has been to too many weddings—although the party of the protagonists is fixed, he knows every detail of the wedding program like the back of his hand, if Matilda's wedding is like Fredeka's.

Aldridge couldn't wait to remove Ansair's veil, his hands trembled slightly, not only because of excitement but also because of disgust.Ansai stared helplessly at that hand, the hot hand that had been pressing on his left chest suddenly changed its trajectory for some reason, and gently hooked his veil——

The mighty Lord Aldrich ripped off his fragile, poor veil whole.

Awesome, isn't it?The devil was cast out by the bridegroom's husband.

The torn veils fell on the marble floor and slid a few feet behind the couple, tangling with the petals without distinction.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of Aldrich's nose got closer and closer to him. Finally, the two unlucky noses were pointed against each other fiercely. , Stupid look with a flat nose bridge.

But Ansai couldn't control that much.

This was the first time in 18 years that his lips felt heat that didn't belong to him.It was also the first time his ears were so hot, it was almost comparable to his own husband's hands.

The sound of people screaming could almost knock down the roof of the church, and the newlyweds standing at the front of the church were almost drowned by the petals from all directions.But this might not be considered a bad thing for the pastor, because the top of his head was covered by flower petals, making him look a few years younger.Many years later, Ansai can still accurately describe the chaos at that time with at least five adjectives.

The difference is: flying chickens and dogs jumping, miasma, people turned on their backs, a mess, and being at a loss.

The author has something to say:

Organize information:

1 Attack's full name is Aldrich Mandel, referred to as Oden.

The country with 2 attacks is called Matilda.

3 The subject country, Fredka, is severely cold all year round, covered with snow, almost impossible to cultivate, the people are not very closely connected, live in underground caves, and hate all other countries except the royal family who insist on building castles on the ground.

The good afternoon time of His Royal Highness slipped away quietly in the wild imagination.

The first night passed directly...