[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

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"Your Majesty, you have not eaten for several days."

Outside the heavy nanmu door, Diana, the maid, was holding a tray in her hand, and the warm milk porridge was steaming and smoking, she could not hide her worry and reminded.

After a long time, the milk porridge was cold, and there was no sound from the room.

Diana left helplessly. His Majesty's health is not good. She doesn't eat or drink and doesn't leave the room like this, which is really worrying.

"Where is Her Majesty the Queen?" After Riddle came out of the Royal Library, he saw Diana in the distance.

Diana looked at him excitedly as if she had grasped a life-saving straw: "Mr. Riddle, go and persuade Your Majesty, she hasn't eaten for a long time."

He slowly frowned and asked, "What happened recently?"

Diana shook her head and said thoughtfully, "The queen found a diary when she was sorting things in the attic, and it was like this when she came back."

"Give me the porridge."

Aisha stood in front of the window and looked into the distance. The palace was built on the highest mountain in the capital, and she could easily see the whole city.

Click—this is the sound of the keyhole turning. She frowned deeply, and she was already angry without even looking at who it was: "Didn't you hear me! Get out!"

"it's me."

Aisha turned around, her brows were loosened, but she still didn't have a good face.

"I don't want to see anyone for now, let's go out." Her voice was flat, but it could be heard that she was trying her best not to sound unfeeling.

"Why don't you eat?" Riddle closed the door, his eyes darkened.

Aisha pursed her lips, her expression became more and more indifferent, she reminded: "Mr. Riddle, I am the master of this palace."

Riddle stared at her for a few seconds, as if he had seen through her masquerade, and coaxed him patiently: "Don't make me angry, come over and drink the porridge."

His eyes were like sharp knives, and her fear and hesitation were clearly exposed in front of him as if she had been stripped naked.

She blushed and shouted angrily, "Tom Riddle, didn't you listen to me!?"

Without even waiting for his reaction, she collapsed and smashed everything on the desk to the ground, and sat down on the ground, her shadow stretched, like a helpless child.

When Riddle raised her face, her eyes were already full of tears, and they were circling in the eye sockets, trying to add pity to them.

He sighed, and buried Aisha's head into his neck. Almost instantly, the hot liquid made his heart burn.I couldn't help but make my voice softer: "Tell me what happened?"

"The servant found an abandoned attic, and I found a diary in it...some things were recorded in it." Aisha pointed to a messy pile of books on the carpet with a yellowed and old cover, hesitantly Said.

Riddle followed her gaze, but tapped lightly with his wand, and the milk porridge steamed.Holding Aisha's waist and gently hugging her on the sofa: "Eat it."

Aisha glanced at him cautiously, and obediently picked up the spoon: "Oh."

Then Riddle picked up the diary and flipped through it at a glance.

Aisha is not the biological daughter of the king and queen, is she tossing herself like this because of this?Riddle ran her fingers through her brocade hair. What was she afraid of?Just get rid of those who know the secret.

Riddle bowed his head and kissed her delicate neck and shoulders, my proud queen.

Um--

Aisha took off the blindfold and looked into a pair of emerald green eyes like jewels. She was slightly choked for breath before slowly looking away.

He is really a beautiful gentleman, as if he came out of an oil painting, with loose curly hair, deep facial features, classical and elegant, and slender fingers that can't be seen to the end.

"The plane will land at Venice Marco Polo International Airport in half an hour. Passengers, please get ready and wish you a pleasant journey."

Aisha heard the radio and asked the stewardess for a glass of ice water. She rubbed her face and regained her spirits.

Venice, Florence, Rome, Milan, every city is a reason to choose Italy as the first stop.

Venice is a city on water and the only city in the world without cars.She left the airport and took the boat directly to the hotel she booked.

Because she had rested on the plane, Aisha is very energetic now. She changed into clean clothes and was lying on the balcony railing to watch the scenery.

The clear river surface, the rippling ripples, are as gentle as a lover's eyes, and she can't help but have a soft smile on her face.

"Beautiful lady, do you want a bouquet of flowers?" The flower seller was looking up at Aisha from the boat. The gondola was crowded with bright flowers of various colors, and there was only room for one person to stand.

"Then how do you deliver the flowers to my hand?" She asked with her head propped up.

"Every hotel balcony will put a hanging basket, you can just throw it down." He introduced enthusiastically.

Aisha looked around on the balcony, and sure enough, she saw a hanging basket in the corner, tied with a rope.She put the money in the basket and dropped it.The businessman chose a yellow lily with beautiful branches and leaves, and put an extra rose.

"Miss, the red rose represents my admiration for you. I have never seen a more beautiful lady than you."

At this moment, Aisha finally believed that Italian men were the best at talking about love.

She was holding flowers and was about to return to the room when a man walked out from the balcony next to him—he was holding a cigarette in his hand, his eyes were unreasonably dangerous, his handsome face was sharp and indifferent, exuding the ruthlessness of a superior.

The two looked at each other, and Elsa took the lead to look away and entered the room.

She really met many beauties today, and this man's waist is really thin and powerful, and she noticed it at a glance.

Eric squinted his eyes halfway, his hands trembled, and the soot fell.After half a moment of relaxation, a beautiful image appeared in my mind unconsciously.

There are many beauties in the world, but what can be remembered forever is often an atmosphere, a picture.

She was holding a huge bouquet, the yellow flowers stuck to the side of her face, her skin was whiter than snow, and the wind blew through her platinum-blond hair, leaving only her sea-blue eyes and red, plump lips.

He took a deep drag on the cigarette and slowly closed his eyes.

Venice is the location of many movies, and its beauty moves the whole world.Aisha wakes up leisurely every day, and she doesn't rush to visit the scenic spots.

At this time, she was visiting St. Mark's Square with an ice cream cone.This square, built in the 9th century, is a typical Byzantine style and has always been a public venue for political, religious and traditional festivals.The buildings on both sides are majestic and splendid, and the white pigeons in the center of the square are flying around. Aisha is far away and dare not get close.She may have a phobia of animals. Apart from horses, furry cats and dogs are also cute, but she dare not touch them.

There was a slight pain in her stomach, and Aisha quickly threw the ice cream in her hand into the trash can. It was terrible, and she shouldn't be indulged. Fortunately, she only ate a few mouthfuls, because her body was too sensitive.

Huh—it was the man on the balcony next door. Aisha saw that he was holding a safe in his hand, and stuffed it into a trash can with a vigilant expression.He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and took a look, then sat on the bench next to him, reached out to find something and put it in his pocket.

She seems to have discovered something.

Italy is the birthplace of the mafia. Venice receives more than 2000 million tourists every year, and the exchanges of personnel are complicated. Many secret transactions will be held here.

She naturally turned around and entered a boutique selling porcelain next to her, but she didn't know that Eric's sharp eyes behind her had shot over, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.

This transaction was not a secret, it was just that the person who sold him the information was too cautious and chose to trade in Venice.

Recently, a secret organization has been hunting down mutants, but this organization is too secretive and cautious. Every time he arrives, he is one step late. Presumably, Charles already knows about this time.

Aisha played outside for a day, and it was already evening when she returned, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the sky, purple and pink, very strong.

The food delivery service staff said that there was a band playing in the downstairs bar tonight.After eating, Aisha thought for a while and changed her clothes.

"A glass of red wine." She was sitting by the bar counter, her forks crossed, her head tilted, the liquid in the glass flickered with her movements.

Before she knew it, she finished drinking a glass of wine, and was about to order another glass when someone approached her: "Give this lady another glass of red wine."

Eric looked down at her, with a slight application of makeup, only the lips were delicately painted, more delicate than roses.

"You can call me Eric."

Aisha raised her eyebrows: "Aisha."

He sat down beside him and asked casually, "Are you here for a tour?"

"I am, what about you?" A person who stays in one place for a long time will naturally acquire the style of the city. He is not like a Venetian.

Eric smiled meaningfully: "Piazza San Marco, I thought you saw it."

Elsa's heart trembled, did he come to test or silence?This glass of wine does not seem to be drinkable.

"I did go to Piazza San Marco, I just never saw you."

"I don't mean anything malicious, I just... want to know why you are the only one who noticed?" His tone was a bit oppressive, and his eyes were firmly fixed on her.

Aisha frowned displeasedly: "I don't understand what you mean, I'm sorry, I have to leave first."

Eric grabbed her wrist and pressed her to the bar. Aisha exclaimed in pain, but outsiders saw it as an extremely ambiguous and intimate gesture.

"If you answered well, I wouldn't doubt it, but avoiding it like this made me suspicious instead." He carefully observed her expression, trying to find a flaw in it.

"Say! What organization are you?"

Aisha's face was tense, and her heart was already furious, crazy!

"Do you really think of me as a cat?" Aisha said, pressing the ice pick on his neck, threatening, "Don't mess with me."

Mutant?Eric loosened his hand.

The author has something to say: There is a foreshadowing in this chapter, you can guess it.