The Complete Guide to the Marriage of the Father of the Beautiful Boy DreamWorks

Sivir rode the Sphinx and entered the royal court without being troubled.

The waiter stopped after sending Xi Weier outside Field's bedroom, and pushed the door to let Xi Weier go in alone.

Field's bedroom is not big, but it is empty, not even a waiter.In the room, there was only the whistling sound of the wind passing through the hall, which was too deserted.

Xi Weier looked around before slowly walking towards the corridor leading to the balcony of the dormitory.

Field always liked open spaces, and he liked it even more when it was windy.

As expected, Field was there.

The blond young man was sitting on the handrail of the corridor, leaning against the marble pillars and drowsy, his tired and gloomy face made Xi Weier a little embarrassed.

Maybe it's not the right time to come to the other party.

Xi Weier thought so, standing in place, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

After a stalemate for a while, it was Field who finally spoke first, as if he was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore, and he refused to even open his eyes.

"What are you doing standing there, come here." The tone was not enthusiastic, rather it was displeased to be disturbed.

Xi Weier could only approach and bowed his knees: "Xi Weier Ward, see Your Majesty."

Field rubbed his temples, and said slowly, "Okay...get up."

Seeing that the other party was really tired, Xi Weier took out a small metal wine jug from his pocket and shook it near Field's ear. The sound of the liquid colliding finally made Field open his eyes, and he smiled: "Why don't you?"

"...what do you say?"

Xi Weier threw the jug to Field, saw that the other party drank a few sips of wine, and the fatigue on his face eased, before asking: "What have you been up to recently, so busy?"

Field answered the question: "Is this made by Lailis? Elven wine is different, the fruity aroma is stronger than ordinary wine...Is there any more?"

"Yeah, this wine has been hidden in the wine cellar for several years. I just stole it out of the wine cellar yesterday. I will send you two altars the other day—no! I was asking what you have been up to lately! You always interrupt! "Xi Weier patted Field's shoulder, and with an unknown amount of force, Field's spine ached.

"Can you use a little more energy? I'm not a fighter..." Field rubbed his back and smiled wryly.

"Ahaha, I'm sorry, I accidentally..." Xi Weier apologized with a dry smile: "I usually pay more attention!"

Field threw the wine jug back into Xi Weier's arms: "Recently, the envoy of the Dragon Clan came to visit and said that it will be next spring, and the next Dragon King will set off from Dragon Island to visit."

"There is still one year left, what are you busy with now?"

"I'm not busy a year later, but now." Field said, stood up and walked to the bedroom: "Even if it's just an envoy from the Dragon Clan to visit, I can't neglect it at all... Besides, the Dragon Clan is always very picky."

"Then you don't need to be busy, why did the ceremony officer go?" Xi Weier followed behind the blond young man, and looked back at the place where the other party was sitting just now - facing the tall wall around the dormitory.

The wall is so high, it is not known whether it is to prevent people from outside from invading the royal court, or to prevent people from inside from escaping and ascending to heaven.

Xi Weier's heart moved, and he suddenly felt inexplicable regrets.

I remember that when I was young, a few people were wandering together, and the one who couldn’t be idle was Feld. He was exhausted from fighting during the day, and he had to go out to hunt for sex at night. Thinking about it now, he has been imprisoned in this broken royal court for more than 30 years up.

Simple calculation, Field is also middle-aged.

"The current ceremony officer is unreliable." Field didn't know how impolite thoughts were in Xi Weier's head, and he continued to talk about Xi Weier's topic. He seemed to feel a headache again while talking, and began to rub his temples: "And three days ago we and Xi Weier The laws of alien commerce have gone awry,"

"What, you don't care about that?" Xi Weier said unwillingly: "If this thing is customized by others, it will be over, and you are not studying this major."

"I don't need to be there, but I have to check the regulations discussed one by one-do you know how many regulations have been discussed so far?"

"...about a hundred?" Xi Weier felt that fifty was the most, but he chose to say as big as possible.

Field chuckled and said, "Too few, guess again."

"What? Not enough?" Xi Weier spit out another number: "...Three hundred, there will be no more?"

"Still too little."

"Not enough? Isn't it just a trade regulation! Do we need so many rules!"

Field sighed: "...you guy...fortunately, you didn't become a civil servant."

"...It's not because I'm poor in liberal arts that I focus on sword practice." Xi Weier was obviously ashamed of this.

"There are 230 regulations that I'm discussing now, and I've tentatively confirmed them," Field said as he entered his bedroom, throwing aside the expensive coat he was wearing. "It is estimated that there will be about [-] regulations in total."

"Fuck!" Xi Weier couldn't help but swear: "How long will this be discussed?"

"It's already a good thing that the foreign race is willing to discuss with us, and it doesn't matter if it takes more time." Field ignored Xi Weier, who seemed to be the same

Instead of speaking against the enemy, he asked, "Why did you come to me?"

It was only then that Xiver remembered that he came to Field for the potion, so he didn't beat around the bush: "Field, give me a few bottles of fatigue potion!"

"Oh? When you also used this potion?" Field was spread out on the bench in front of the desk as if he had no bones, and his smile was very lazy and lazy: "I think your biggest advantage is that you have Inexhaustible strength."

"Hey, my advantages haven't disappeared yet, so I don't want to use this thing." Xi Weier didn't care about Field's teasing, and said, "It's Aize, that kid has been very tired recently, I think he will get sick sooner or later, I came to you to ask for some medicine to relieve it..."

"Ai Ze—that little guy... is still working so hard."

"Ah, you know Aize very well?"

"It's not familiar..." Field yawned and continued to rub his temples: "He lived in the royal court for a few days, and I would occasionally go to play with him. That little guy is quite interesting."

Xi Wei scratched his chin, remembering the first time he met Aize: "No wonder I saw him for the first time in your garden... But why did he temporarily stay in the royal court?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Field smacked his lips and said, "Well... why don't you try to dig out the truth from Aize's mouth?"

"Ai Ze? That little guy doesn't get close to me..."

"But it's not sensational enough for me to say it." Field said, as if he had found something interesting, he finally regained some energy: "I'm still waiting to see how deep your father and son are, so don't let me down, Xi Weier. "

"You nasty taste...what the hell are you planning!"

Field narrowed his sea-blue eyes: "Do you know why I insist on choosing you as Aize's trainer?"

"Yeah! Why?" Xi Weier wondered about this for a long time.

"Ha ha."

"why?"

"Ha ha."

"...Why on earth!"

"Ha ha."

"...Oh shit! Field!"

Field, who was called by name, just waved his hand and pointed to the decorative frame on the wall: "This matter also involves Ai Ze's privacy, how can it be spread out at will? That's why I asked you to ask Ai Ze... over there On the shelf, in the wooden box on the third floor, you can take some away, it contains fatigue potion, the effect is better than before, but if you drink too much, you will get a headache, remember to control the dosage."

Seaver was easily transferred

He lost his attention and looked in the direction Field was pointing at. On the shelf, there were five medium-sized wooden boxes stacked together.

"You just kept rubbing your head because you drank too much of this thing?"

"I haven't slept in almost five days."

"... No matter how busy you are, you should pay attention to rest." Xi Weier had no choice but to persuade him dryly.

"I know." Field seemed to feel a headache again, rubbing his head and frowning: "Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"Then back off."

"...Uh, if you have nothing to do, you can come to my place to have fun, don't always be bored in the royal court." Xi Weier also felt that the possibility of his proposal being realized was too small, so he had to change the direction and told: "Don't be too old." Stay in the corridor, if you want to sleep, you should sleep in the room."

"You've become very verbose after becoming a father." Field weakly made a repelling gesture: "Go away, my warrior, if I don't sleep again, I will die from overwork."

"I... yes." Xi Weier wanted to say something more, but seeing Field's uncomfortable appearance, he still shut up.Obediently took the potion from the shelf, and hurriedly resigned and left.

Xiver urged the Sphinx all the way, and quickly returned home, gave the potion to Leiris who had been waiting for a long time, and told Leilis to watch Aize drink it before going to Magao to feed the Sphinx , and took a few apples for the Sphinx.

The Sphinx nibbled on the apple and neighed cheerfully, rubbing his head against Sylvia intimately.

Xiver sat next to the Sphinx, and didn't care about being rubbed all over his body. Thinking about what Field said just now, he sighed for a long time: "It's really not easy to be a king."

Thinking that his son might also become the king of the Three Realms in the future, Xi Weier became worried again—it would be too pitiful if Ai Ze also became a king who had to be supported by fatigue potion in the future.

But it's not his turn to take care of this matter.

He can't change his son's future goals without authorization just because he loves his son.

"Now that I think about it, that fellow Lampert really has a vision..."

How nice is the priest of the temple, there is nothing to do, at best, preside over the sacrifice or something, show up on important occasions, and usually communicate with the gods under the pretext of not wanting to work-what a damn leisure.