The Golden Age: Colotia I

It's been three months.

Margaret I has been on the throne for three months, and her transformation has surprised everyone.The taciturn and shy teenage girl was gone, replaced by a bold and unrestrained woman.

She seems to want to pick up the youth once lost in silence.

She always dresses brightly, laughs and laughs in various occasions, is lively and lively, and becomes the center of every dance and banquet.

She held many parties, games and gambling, and she threw her youthful beauty into wine, sex and fortune. She even quickly learned all kinds of flirting skills of aristocratic women without a teacher, such as covering half of her face with a fan Smiling slightly, flicking eyelashes desperately, conveying love to others with moving dimples, lowering eyelids to express shyness, etc., this Her Majesty the Queen is already very proficient.

Of course, her political affairs were not handled badly. Compared with Ludwika's high-pressure policy, Margaret I's strategy of recuperation is obviously more popular, so Erebonia was able to breathe, and the people's goodwill towards the queen quickly accumulated. stand up.They don't care who is on the throne, as long as they don't live in the shadow of losing their heads and starving and freezing all day, that is their good emperor.

However, there is one point, the queen does not care much about the military.

"What does that have to do with me? Wouldn't it be good to leave it to you?" Facing Milo's respectful report, she said with a presumptuous smile.She cupped his drooping face with one hand and forced him to look up, "Aren't you amazing?" she said sarcastically.

...Of course, this will only trouble Milo, not the common people.

So, it looks like everything is on track.

For others, though, it's not a good idea at all.

People in the aristocratic faction don’t necessarily support Ludwika much, but Margaret I is obviously worse (for them). After she came to power, the power of the prime minister’s faction and the military increased greatly. , was re-ignited.

The internal friction of the empire is already huge, but there are still people who want to destroy the foundation of this country time and time again.

Now, the prime minister of the empire is facing such a situation.

"Do you want to kill me?" Behind him was the killer who was pressing the dagger tightly against the aorta of his neck, but Gillias Osborn asked him leisurely as if nothing happened.

"..." The killer didn't answer, his face was covered by a mask, and he couldn't see his expression. The reason why he hasn't moved yet is because behind him, he was also held firmly by a guided gun. .

Rector stood behind him, his expression was no longer the usual hippie smile, but he was not flustered, and his voice was steady: "For some people who are eager to jump over the wall, I advise you, don't take them too seriously. If you are obedient, the unlucky one will be you, not them."

The killer was silent. Although Recter seemed calm, he was extremely anxious. He couldn't even call the guards, because as long as the killer's hand moved slightly, Osborn would die immediately, even if he shot that guy at the same time. Kill, Osborne is also hopeless.

This stalemate will soon be broken, once the killer makes up his mind...

Rector's eyes were fixed on the killer's arm, and he saw that the muscles in his upper arm shrank slightly.

"Crack!" With a sound, a bullet flew out from nowhere, and accurately knocked the dagger in the killer's hand into the air. A slight red mark was drawn on the prime minister's neck.

Rector didn't have time to think about other things. He seized the opportunity and didn't stop even if he had a chance to breathe. The gun in his hand instantly pressed the trigger, and the killer's arms were hit by the bullets, and he hung down limply. .

The guards who heard the gunshots rushed in, and the overall situation was settled.

Osborn waved his hand and asked the guards to take the killer down. He wanted to save his life so that he could track down the forces behind him.

After the whole room returned to calm, Osborne spoke.

"Your marksmanship seems to be worse than before."

He said.

Outside the window, a blond figure flashed, Olivier rolled in with a smile, he patted the dust on his body, and said indifferently: "It's not fair, you have to think about my hand being injured so badly. "

"I didn't expect you to save me." Osborne said calmly, "But any action of yours can easily overturn the evaluation we made of you a moment ago."

"I have to say, Mr. Prime Minister, you can be said to be one of the only people in the world who understand me." Olivier sat down familiarly, poured a cup of tea from the prime minister's carved silver teapot, He drank for fun.

"Haha," Osborn laughed, and he let Recter step back, "It seems that suffering hasn't damaged you at all."

"You call it a tribulation? But I prefer to call it a trial."

"Test?" Osborne repeated the word slowly, "Then it seems that I really have to have a good talk with you... But before that, you have to show some sincerity, I can't take myself I'm joking about my safety, don't you?"

Olivier smiled knowingly: "Of course, a very reasonable request."

He opened his arms, let Rector come forward, and removed the gun and dagger from his body one by one, then Osborn slightly leaned towards Rector: "Okay, let me have a good talk with His Royal Highness. "

"We should have talked long ago."

"Yes, I should have a good talk with you." Olivier met his gaze and smiled frankly and meaningfully.

"Recter, you go out." Osborn saw that Recter was still standing there with some hesitation, "Don't worry," he looked at Recter hesitantly, "Prince and I, neither Enemy, right?"

Rector looked at Olivier, nodded silently, went out and closed the door, and the moment he closed the door, he heard the prime minister say to the prince: "Do you still remember our meeting in Libel?" ?”

"Of course, but I must tell you that my views have not changed."

Rector didn't go in halfway.

The prime minister talked with Olivier all night, and it wasn't until dawn that Rector heard Osborne call him in: "Rector, my child, come in."

When he came in, he saw the thin figure of the handsome prince reflected by the window, and the early morning mist made his blond hair a little damp, but he looked radiant, as if he had just successfully held his own concert.Seeing him coming in, Olivier raised the corners of his lips and smiled at him, then he looked at Osborne: "Thank you, I have gained a lot from talking with you today."

"Do you always like to appear from the window?" Rector suddenly smiled, and his ridicule brought this heavy night to a relaxed end.

"Look, how romantic it is to appear and disappear from the window. Isn't this in line with my aesthetics?" Olivier said with a smile while climbing the window sill.

Just when he was about to jump down, "Wait!" Osborne stopped him suddenly, "May I ask you two more questions?"

"Please." Oliver nodded.

"The first question, why did you save me?" Osborne smiled heavily. "I didn't want to ask this question at first, but now, I suddenly think it's better to ask."

"Do you know? I have been waiting for you to ask," Olivier smiled. "It's actually very simple. After the war, Erebonia is just waiting to be rebuilt. At that time, I will still need your strength." ’” He already saw himself as the future master of Erebonia.

"Then...the second question, when the time comes, are you confident in controlling me?" The smile on Osborne's face deepened.

"Would you like to take a look at that time?" Olivier jumped out of the window and smiled back, "You will know when the time comes."

Osborne stared at the place where Olivier left, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Interesting! Really interesting! I am looking forward to what kind of surprises you will bring me in the future!"

The author has something to say: Today is the prince's birthday!Climb up for another chapter to brush up the fashionable value of the prince!I wish the prince a happy birthday! !