swear to love heaven

During the dinner, Kalixi changed into a light dress. She said it was a dress, but it was actually just a long dress with a little decoration. She has always disliked overly flamboyant clothes. Such a simple and elegant dress always makes her feel comfortable and relaxed.

At this moment, Khaleesi felt that what she needed most was to relax.

The moment he entered the main hall, the flickering sights from the crowd immediately made the emotions that had been prepared for a long time become ups and downs again.

Those eyes that are always full of doubts and speculations convey an unfriendly message.

A slender figure walked towards him, and the bright lights slid down the black robe that was spreading in the dark night and fell to the ground, meandering, unpredictable, domineeringly erasing the golden light projected by the fire in people's eyes.

Because Lemomena got up and walked down the stone steps, everyone in the hall, including Ayufa, stood up in unison. The officials on both sides stood respectfully and bowed their heads. The banquet hall that was still whispering just now , instantly became extremely quiet.

At this time, this kind of silence that could even hear her breathing made Kalixi feel even more at a loss. Seeing Lemomena walking in front of her, she nodded and said softly: "The Regent."

"You don't look very well, didn't you ask Aziz to tell you not to come when you're tired?" Her concern was straightforward, with undisguised heat like a flame, which made everyone around listen with bated breath.

"I'm fine." Looking her up and down, he asked, "Why didn't you change your dress?"

"Isn't that good?" Holding her hand, they walked towards the soft couch on the tenth step, and when they passed by Aziz, they saw him smiling strangely, this guy was plotting against some unlucky guy again.

"Of course, the regent looks good in anything." Kalisi boasted as if she was coaxing a child as they walked up the steps and sat down together.

"My little Carlisle, what you say is called flattery, but..." I deliberately lengthened the ending, turning a blind eye to the people in the hall who were standing respectfully and waiting for orders, and there was only a delicate pair of smiling brown eyes. Side face, no one else.

With a casual wave of their hands, everyone sat down, and the subtle sounds of rubbing the corners of their clothes came one after another.

"But what?" Curious, he raised the wine glass and handed it to her, and asked.

"However, a compliment from a truly beautiful woman is always intoxicating." Taking the wine glass inlaid with sapphires, the shimmer in the tea-colored eyes, rippling the enchanting red of the wine, is more than The mellow liquid in the cup has an even more intoxicating and unspeakable color, red hotness, red magic charm.

"This dress is very beautiful." After drinking it in one sip and putting down the empty glass, Lemomena's smiling face flashed with misty and greedy admiration. a feeling of.

"Is it just that the dress is pretty?" With a trace of shyness, the corners of her eyes accidentally caught sight of countless pairs of eyes in the hall, and then began to focus on them again, deliberately ignoring those prying eyes, and smiled brightly like the sun.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped her waist lightly, stared at the blue eyes that melted into the firelight, and said in a low voice: "I think it is beautiful because you are wearing it, my little princess."

If one night had to be spent in such a sweet and cloying embarrassment, Khaleesi felt that she might run back to the dormitory.Wrinkling her nose, Jiao Shen said: "He will make me happy."

Laughing loudly, unscrupulous laughter, hidden in an infinitely bright mood, infected the people around him and felt the breath of happiness, and Kalixi laughed lightly.

The hands around the waist moved up and down restlessly, carefully stroking the rusty and exquisitely patterned belt, as if those fingers were attracted by the winding pattern, rubbing back and forth lingeringly, the alternating force of priority and intensity was just right.

No one noticed this inconspicuous little movement, but it made the sensitive Khaleesi feel the embarrassment and uneasiness of her shortness of breath.

She moved her body, raised her hand while others were not paying attention, and wanted to pull Lemomena's messy hand, but she grabbed her wrist, and those dexterous fingers slipped into Kalixi's stiff back, full of resistance. In between, the ten fingers intertwined, quietly tightening.

"Wait a while, there is an important announcement to be made." She lowered her head, leaning into Khaleesi's ear, and said softly.

"Important matter..." The breath blowing against her ear, hot and harassing with the smell of wine, made Kalixi unable to think normally for a while.

The red ear pinnae in the eyes reveals a seductive aroma, the brown pupils darken leisurely, and the eyebrows are raised. "What's wrong? Don't ask me what's the matter?"

They moved their bodies again, pulling away the too close distance between each other, and the ambiguous overlapping of skirts and robes was too eye-catching. "I'll know in a while, why bother to ask you."

He was obviously not happy with her avoidance, but he didn't make it difficult for her, knowing that this little princess cared about the eyes of others.Lemomena raised his chin, picked up the wine glass, looked at the brightly lit hall through the golden rim, and spoke in a calm tone. "You already guessed it."

"Ninety-nine is not far from ten." Nodding, he picked up the glass on the table, found that it was also wine, and put it down again.

The maid who was waiting by her side quickly noticed that Kalixi was not drinking, so she immediately removed the wine glass and replaced it with a cup of black tea.

"Tell me what you guessed, and let me judge how smart my little princess is." Using a knife, cut a piece of lamb from the leg of the roasted whole lamb on the table, and finely divided it into small pieces on the plate , pushing the plate of mutton in front of Khaleesi.

Suddenly, I felt no appetite at all, and continued to drink the fragrant black tea in the cup, making an understatement. "Syria is going to... change ownership, isn't it?"

There was a flash of light in the bottom of the eyes, the gorgeous brown color reflected the blade of the dagger in his hand, the condensed coquettishness revealed overflowing praise. "Smart little princess, you should be an official in the court, that is the country's luck."

Turning the cup in his hand, the clear tea color ripples with a small firelight, the dazzled light and shadow, faint and unpredictable.

"Is this called smart? Anyone else can guess right. You asked me what I knew about the princes in the afternoon, and in the evening, when I talked with my father alone for nearly an hourglass, you were looking at my father's face now. Isn't all of this obvious?"

Not far away, Aziz was drinking with Raschel, and the flirtatious maid in scantily dressed kneels beside them, filling up the empty wine glasses with a charming smile, and a group of men joining in the fun, loudly booing.

Pulling a cushion and putting it on the elbow, lying on the couch comfortably, supporting the head with one hand, a ray of wanton indulgence expanded to the fundus of the eyes along with the corners of the lips. "Then you must know who took over?"

His blue eyes were dark, and his brows moved slightly. "Brother Four, Zishik."

The moment he raised his eyebrows, Lemomena's eyes fell on Kalixi again, with a clear smile. "You're so sure it's him, what if it's the eldest prince Baisili?"

"Father must strongly recommend Basil to succeed to the throne, but you will definitely not agree." Shaking his head, he smiled resolutely, with a firm tone of voice.

"Why? Isn't Basil bad? He is the eldest prince of Syria, and it is a royal tradition for the eldest son to succeed to the throne. He has learned how to manage the country from Ayufa since he was a child, and he has rich experience and experience. It stands to reason that he is the king of Syria. Two candidates. Why are you so sure that I will oppose him becoming king?" After speaking, she waved back, and a maid took half a step forward, bowing her head and kneeling beside the couch, waiting for orders.

Turning his face away, he whispered a few words to the maid, who nodded in response, picked up the small black wine jar placed by the low table, got up and walked towards the hall.

Khaleesi followed the maid's slender back, and saw that she walked to Aziz's table, put down the wine jar, and said something to the people around the table, causing them to look at Lemomon in unison. Na, those astonished expressions are mixed with the narrowness of watching a good show.

Looking sideways, he found that Khaleesi was looking at Aziz and the others with curiosity, and smiled.He raised his hand, pinched her chin lightly, and led her face and gaze to him. A piece of delicate and soft skin became slightly hot under the rubbing of his thumb. He retracted his hand and reminded: "Continue."

Putting aside his curiosity for now, he picked up the date on the plate, held it in his hand and looked around, then put it back on the table, and spoke eloquently. "There are three reasons. First, even though he is the eldest son, he does not necessarily have to inherit the throne. Since the tradition is made by man, it can be broken. Second, he was raised as a prince and has received various respects. Exercise, but after all, he has never been a king for a day, who knows if he can be competent. The third--"

"The third one, let me talk about it... I don't want him to be the king of Syria. He can't do it without a reason." Smiling eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, and indulgent tone can't hide the exuberance around her. And the condescending strength that came out. "You meant to say that, didn't you?"

"But, I know you must have your own reasons." Sometimes, this Lemomena, who is as willful as a child, really makes people feel at a loss.

He moved his legs, adjusted a more comfortable posture, bent one leg, put his right hand on his leg, and tapped to the slow rhythm of the music. With his careless movements, his eyes became serious.

"Since he has been with Ayufa for many years, he must have been influenced by him and learned his style of conduct. If Syria is handed over to him, I believe that within five years, the Egyptians will have to aggressively find him. I negotiate."

"Since you have made up your mind, let's do it this way. It doesn't really matter who is the king of Syria. This small and inconspicuous country is still in the hands of Hittite. You are the real master of Syria." The country is so incompetent, Kalixi has nothing to say... If you are not strong, you are weak, and if you are weak, you will be bullied. The country and life are the same.

"Are you angry? Otherwise, let you be the queen of Syria, so as not to save these men from fighting for the throne. Anyway, Syria belongs to Hittite, you belong to me, and you are all mine. "Laughing, full of ridicule, with a latent supercilious arrogance.

Gazing at her, the sleeves trembled slightly. The exquisite golden embroidery patterns on the cuffs were dotted with the disdain in Kalixi's eyes, and the stars twinkled. "Arrogance, it's really hopeless. Is there any herbal medicine to cure arrogance in the world, I will search for it carefully, and I will give it to you if I find it, so as to cure your bad problem."

"Aren't you the best medicine? Now is not the time, we will go back later, let's study... the method of taking the medicine to ensure that my disease can be cured." When she said this, she had a natural expression, There was no shame at all, which really made Khaleesi angry.

"You!" Muran, this thick-skinned guy actually said such blatant words in full view, like a fire burning his face, he lowered his head hastily, trying not to let anyone see that he was so red at this moment. Bloody face.

"Eat something, I haven't seen what you eat all night." When the conversation turned, she sat up and took a few small snacks and put them on the pure gold plate in front of Kalixi. It might not feel enough, so she added more Into a few pieces.

He was already half full from her anger, so he didn't have any appetite to eat, so he thought it's better to leave with his hands and go back to the palace to sleep with his head covered.In order not to be taken advantage of by this thick-skinned guy, he gave up this idea after thinking about it.

Because, the person beside him is carefully removing the thorns one by one from the snow-white fish, and putting the thornless fish into the small dish in front of Kalixi... The focused profile, the meticulous eyes, The light movements, as if what she was doing, was so important, so important that she could concentrate on it.

As a result, I didn't find such a charming gleam in a pair of gently undulating blue eyes...

Happiness is a smell that cannot be hidden. Once it touches it, those smells will occupy everything in you...breath, eyes, heartbeat, thoughts...all will not be let go.

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At the end of the dinner, Ayufa announced his abdication, and the fourth prince Zishik succeeded to the throne.

This was a fire without warning, and in an instant, the brightly lit hall boiled.The turbulent air waves are enough to overturn the huge dome with exquisite paintings.

At the same time, people's astonishment and shock are like gunpowder buried in this turbulent airflow. It only takes a little bit of flame to ignite the tense and depressed air.

It seems that the ministers in Syria are waiting for someone in the crowd to stand up, report the determination to die, and loudly question the behavior of the Syrian royal palace changing hands.

However, the warrior did not appear.

What came out more and more was the black figure that never changed from day to night. The evening wind flowed tirelessly into the hall, shaking off the corners of the robes standing on the edge of the stone steps, and a strong and invisible sense of oppression flowed along the slightly raised robes and skirts. , spreading to every corner of the huge hall like waves.

At the moment when Lemomena's sharp gaze swept over the crowd, Khaleesi heard the sound of cowering and discouraged, which came from the movement of people lowering their heads and closing their eyes.

Lemomenna's official accent was very beautiful. He first praised Ayufa's great achievements, and then affirmed the wisdom and kindness of the new king Zishik.In the end, she showed Hittite's attitude ... supporting the new king's ascension to the throne.

In a rather straightforward way, she expressed Hittite's sincere heart to support the new king... 30 Hittite soldiers, led by Raschel, will not leave until the political situation in Syria is stable.

This is a blatant threat and a merciless military intervention.

The existence of these Hittite warriors is undoubtedly to suppress the civil strife in the country in the early days of the new king's accession to the throne, and to control possible riots.

The point of view that Lemomena wants to express is too clear... If you are honest and excessive, these Hittite troops are the guests of Syria; if you have objections, the swords in the hands of these Hittite warriors are you The last thing I saw.

This kind of wanton and arrogant method is completely the iron-blooded style of military domination of the Anatolian Plateau, and it is the iron-fisted style that the strong and arrogant Lemomenna will show...