[Comprehensive] Queen, can you swing your sword?

Chapter 8 Wedding

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the big wedding, and the people of Great Britain spontaneously walked out of their homes to cheer for their king.

Guinevere, who has been exercising for many days, is so beautiful that everyone loses her soul. The gentleness in her blue eyes makes countless young men unable to hold back. The flaxen-colored hair changed from the usual half-drapped and half-shattered look, and it was coiled up dignifiedly, revealing a graceful neck. The most beautiful wedding dress made of patterned lace and layered fabric was worn on Guinevere's body at this time. A three-meter-long white gauze was covered on her head, blocking her charming appearance.

According to the servants, this translucent and very breathable wedding dress was given by King Arthur together with Excalibur and its scabbard when he went to the palace of the fairy in the lake. It is a symbol of the queen. When it is made into a close-fitting object, it is worn on the queen.

The noble and graceful Guinevere sighed softly in every gesture, her azure blue eyes looked out the window at the sky with the same color as her pupils.

The maid on the side discussed in a low voice.

"Miss Smith must be reluctant to leave the Earl."

The dark-haired maid agreed.

"Of course, the Earl loves Miss so much!"

The brown-haired maid said helplessly.

"So what about pampering, Miss will still need her husband's pampering in the future."

The two maids on the side nodded in agreement.

"Wang is the best husband, the lady will be happy."

Pleasant excuse for brunette maid.

"If you want me to say, only a beautiful woman like Miss is the most worthy of being king."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the head maid who noticed their desertion stopped them, and they all went to do what they had to do in fear.

The head maid, who watched Guinevere grow up from a young age, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, madam, miss has grown up, and now she is going to marry, how wonderful!Reluctantly sighed inwardly.

Guinevere didn't pay attention to the sadness of the head maid, and stared at the sky, using the mental power in her mind to contact Davel. Wang Daxiong was just taking advantage of those people. Looking at the thick mess file of the dark side of Great Britain after marriage.

The big blue eyes flashed sharply, Guinevere raised the corners of her lips, more like a noble girl mourning the spring and autumn, lamenting the reluctance to leave home, actually in the mind one after another ruthless orders follow the spirit The spread of it has created countless bloody cases, staining the corners of the devil's lips with joy.

With a cold snort in his heart, Guinevere mocked.

This devil's thoughts are really not hidden at all. Even if I make a wrong decision, he will still carry it out to the end. After all, he can get more pleasure, right?

Guinevere stretched her right hand upwards, holding it silently.

TOEFL, finally in the devil's laissez-faire trend, I also learned what is restriction, what is to put on shackles, the desire for power, never can ignore the blood in the slogan of justice.

Guinevere pursed her lips, with a firm expression on her face. She can become Guinevere from a time traveler, and now she can also become the queen of Great Britain from Guinevere. No one can deny her, use her, or ignore her The presence.

Guinevere once again completed her own transformation, and only she knows how much painstaking effort she has spent, how many people she has killed, and how many dark fights she has arranged to make her grow up to this point in just a few days. .

Low sneer, Guinevere, after all, you are the dark side of power, you are the queen, for that noble king.I don't know what the inner whispers are foreshadowing, but there are complex changes in a pair of bright eyes.

Guinevere walked towards her husband step by step, who was also the king who offered sacrifices to Great Britain, with the reserved steps of a nobleman, supported by her father.

At this time, Arthur Pendragon was wearing a neat blue dress. The sapphire buttons set off his pair of green eyes, which were full of vigor and melancholy. Her long hair, simply brushed up, is so dazzling that no one can ignore it.

King Arthur saw his wife walking in front of him, and the gentleman stretched out his right hand. The whole set of movements revealed smooth demeanor and gentleness, and a pair of eyes looked deeply at Guinevere.

Guinevere was in a daze unconsciously for a moment, and the handsome king stretched out his hand towards him. This was like a fairy tale I read when I was a child, and I didn't expect that I could get my wish.

The heartbeat of nostalgia was interrupted by ridicule before it even appeared. Guinevere pursed her lips. It has been long enough for her to find out what kind of position the queen is. Thoughts, but now as long as he pulls that hand, he has no way out, he sneered, there is no way out, since he became Guinevere, he has no way out.

Guinevere thought about a lot of questions in her mind, but in reality it only took a minute. She raised her hand to hold those warm hands, feeling that her body temperature was really too cold, revealing her deepest Beautiful smile, watching the people cheer and bless them with King Arthur.

Guinevere somewhat understood why King Arthur was willing to bear the heavy title of king.

Looking around at the joyous weeping subjects, those children ran and jumped to rejoice for their king, the girl picking flowers sprinkled the petals on her and his heads one by one, and the false smiles were seeing When they were joyful, they unconsciously became truly gentle, and looked sideways at King Arthur who was also smiling.

Guinevere sighed silently, and offered her lips proactively. The louder joy of the subjects sounded in her ears, and a trace of relief flashed in her eyes.

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then wrapped his arms around his queen's waist, kissed back and quickly raised his head, announcing to all the people that Guinevere Smith would be known as Pendragon and become the Queen of Great Britain.

The noisy scene and the tears of joy were still echoing in my ears when Guinevere was pulled back to the dormitory. The beautiful face was completely exposed in King Arthur's eyes because of the pulling of the veil, and a pair of green and clear eyes reflected Guinevere raised her hand to caress the handsome Wang.

Arthur's voice is not as magnetic and rough as other men, but like clear water, fierce when angry, heavy when serious, suffocating when murderous, but at this time the voice is gentle and inclusive, belonging to Guinevere Is it a special case?

Guinevere thought about it subconsciously, and didn't notice that King Arthur had already held her hand, and sat sideways with her on the side of the bed, lowering his head to ask.

"Are you tired, Gurney?"

Guinevere returned to her senses with a smile, and said with some hesitation.

"Should I call you Husband or Arthur, or King?"

King Arthur glanced at Guinevere lightly, and affirmed.

"Call me Arthur, and call me King when meeting ministers in formal occasions."

It seems that two identities have been entrusted, and it seems that three aspects have been mixed. Guinevere's husband, the sword of the people, and Arthur, can also be explained in this way. Guinevere's husband is the king It's also Arthur, Arthur is Guinevere's husband and even the king, and the king's queen is Guinevere, what a complicated relationship, no matter which one it is, the relationship between them will not be pure.

Guinevere glanced at Arthur, then lowered her head, denying her husband's identity?Only the king and Arthur existed. After hearing the hidden meaning of King Arthur, they understood, and then began to think about what to do in the first night of the night.

The two didn't respond, one watched quietly, the other lowered his head and didn't know what to think, until an oil lamp was burned out, he seemed to wake up, the atmosphere of silence around him didn't seem to exist, Guinevere frowned and turned her head, said in a low voice .

"Arthur, it's time for bed."

Hearing Guinevere's voice, King Arthur seemed to come back to his senses, got up in a hurry, and said hastily.

"That Gurney...I still have some documents to deal with, so go to bed first!"

After he finished talking in a hurry, King Arthur forced himself to walk out of the new house calmly. Guinevere, who stayed behind, looked at the back, as if he had fled in despair.

Guinevere, who twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, curled her lips when she heard the sound of the door closing before she could say anything.

"Those who don't know think I'm going to do something to you!"

Guinevere, who complained in a low voice, heard a snort from outside the window, a familiar call.

"Davier, what are you still eavesdropping on? Come in quickly?"

The devil's magnetic and charming voice replied hoarsely.

"Yes, my lord."

Pieces of black feathers slowly gathered in front of Guinevere's eyes to form the image of a handsome man. His magical appearance revealed a curve that would make countless girls lose their souls, and he half-kneeled and lowered his eyes respectfully.

"My lord, your servants have brought the latest news. Although there are still some losses, a few noble surnames who can control the darkness have been roughly established. I believe they will take good care of them."

Davill silently handed over the information of the various nobles, the candles in the new house flickered dimly, and the hazy atmosphere between the two was heavy and gloomy.

Guinevere took the document and examined it carefully. Greenpans, Malfoy, Javier, and Rhine are all very secretive but talented family heirs. It is this devil who wins over without a trace until allegiance. What I did, it seems that the human feelings that were still young at the beginning are now proficient in manipulating people's hearts and playing with desires. Should it be said that this is the instinct of the devil?

Guinevere, who was concentrating on thinking, subconsciously rubbed the thin page with her fingertips.

She doesn't believe in demons, but she can only trust him. His oath is the best guarantee. She squints her eyes, and at the right time, she should let those nobles know who is their KING.

Guinevere's decision did not disappoint the demon at all.I saw the devil squinting his eyes happily, his small movements were exactly the same as Guinevere's but still had essential differences, the devil's movements were cold and ruthless with playfulness, and Guinevere was mostly confused and indifferent.

The devil's unique charming voice makes him invincible in interpersonal relationships, but unfortunately, when he meets his lord, Davier is destined to be deflated.

Guinevere raised her black eyebrows, looked at the devil with contempt in her blue eyes, and ordered with a sneer.

"As a subordinate, even the lord didn't know the power he developed. Is this trying to usurp power?"

It is already a very serious word in the human world, but it is just a joke of mutual irony in front of the two. One doesn't care about power, power is just a tool to achieve the goal, and has no attraction in itself, and the other is a devil. He could muster more power at any moment, so the idea of ​​usurpation was nothing more than a mockery.

The devil bowed his head playfully, and replied in a respectful manner.

"The subject believes that the lord needs to go in person to make the subordinates worship. After all, it is the main force in the future. Even if the subject is passed on, their minds are enough to regard the person they recognize as the king in front of them."

Sleek couldn't say any sharp words, so she simply answered Guinevere's sarcasm. Happened, already used to it.

Davier saw that the lord did not have any orders, so he bowed his head and bowed respectfully, leaving respectfully.

"Since the lord did not order, the subject will leave."

Guinevere's face remained motionless, she rested her chin and watched the body of the demon in front of her gradually turn into black feathers, but her eyes, which had been unknown until now, flickered because of the demon's last words, and then darkened.

"Master, as a man, why would he not touch his wife on the wedding night?"

The demon's voice echoed in the room, making Guinevere's face even more gloomy, gritting her teeth, and chanting the demon's name.

"Davier..."

The author has something to say:

I’m afraid I’ve been unable to blow up the word count recently, =-=, I’m planning not to update today in vain, because I’m too tired, but if I don’t update, I’m sorry for my conscience, so I barely write [-] words and it’s over, my head hurts, I want to here I don't know if I can hit the monthly list, but I guess I will have to work hard QAQ, please give me some support!Before the newly opened author account, I didn’t know about the newcomer list at all, and now I want to write it.

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