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Pillowing on Lemomena's shoulder, being embraced by her stubbornly, it seems that she is worried that she will become a gust of wind and walk away. Lemomena always hugs her tightly, making the bond between the two The tight fit that the sun can't get through... This distance without gaps is so close that there is no place to hide the sound of the heartbeat, and it always reveals the shame of not being able to live up to it.

However, it is also the gazing from this distance that you can see some messages from Lemomena's calm and indifferent face, such as the fatigue that is as light as the night breeze, lingering lightly between the eyebrows, forcing that thin and handsome face, More or less, there is a trace of imperceptible... helplessness.

The great responsibility borne by the young Prince Regent made her fall into an annoyed situation that she wanted to get rid of but was unable to do so.

Khaleesi can feel that feeling... wanting to let go, but there's nothing you can do except acquiesce in your own powerlessness.

It has to be said that as a person of royal blood, while possessing honorable status and supreme power, he also lost many things that ordinary people have.

"Right now, the House of Commons is simply unable to compete with the House of Lords, who come from a famous family. Even with your backing, it will be difficult for the House of Commons to become the opponent of Dom's henchmen in a short time." This is a fact. Take a look at the House of Lords The ministers came from a wealthy family, and counting the days when they managed the Hittite Dynasty, how can the House of Commons, which has just been established for less than a month, and is all civilians, can handle it.

Lemomena wants to cultivate a force that supports her unconditionally. Right now, it seems that what is needed is not only time and training, but also a reason to weaken the power of the House of Lords.

The curvature of the corners of the lips is gentle but cold, even more condensed than the flirtatious Qingjia on the side of the face. "This contest is destined to be paid by someone. The party members gathered by Dom must..." Suddenly, her smile became wider, and the light in her eyes flickered with an indescribable meaning, whether it was cruelty, chilling, or It is the bloodthirsty arrogance of the blade licking blood.

The blue eyes sunk, flickering on and off, understanding the message brought by that smile, unable to ignore the murderous poke hidden in the brown eyes, not to mention being afraid, but simply unable to accept such a Lemomena, like a blood-stained His soul drove away the sunshine, penetrated into this tall and strong body, and replaced that gentle and bright smiling face with cold and gloomy.

Suddenly, I remembered what Muhari said...

"Looking at the entire Hittite Empire, besides the regent, who else is more suitable to sit on the Iron Throne."

"His Royal Highness the Regent has the royal blood of the Timotu Dynasty. Not only that, but His Highness is outstanding. Whether it is the strategy of governing the country or the courage and courage, she is far superior to those noble children of the royal family."

"I believe that the princess must have seen this a long time ago..."

Such a radiant Lemomena, such a capable Lemomena, and such a distinctive Lemomena, how could people ignore her, who would dare to say that she is not the best candidate for the Hittite throne.

However, the day they sit on the Iron Throne is the day their fate will be completely changed...

A crown closely links their expected future with the future of an empire, which can never be separated again.

Kalisi knew that the undisciplined life she was longing for did not leave a place for the Hittite Empire. She really didn't know how to live in the eyes of the public, let alone what kind of identity she wanted to be in the Hittite Empire. Lemomenna the King of the Tiles.

I feel that the person in my arms is too quiet, this kind of quiet, accompanied by the faint sunlight streaming in from the window, is bright and lonely.

Lifting a strand of Khaleesi's black hair and wrapping it between her fingers, the left hand wrapped in linen played with the black hair, one white and one black, bright colors.

In the palace, apart from not wearing a mask, she still used to hide her left hand in layers of linen strips, so that those timid people who dare not look directly at her face would always stare at her hand instead, a picture The frightened appearance of seeing a ghost during the day.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" After a long while, she asked softly, with a light and calm voice, and her brown eyes curved into a crescent moon were shining brightly, overflowing with warm messages that did not belong to early winter.

Slightly stunned, then nodded.

Holding the corners of his mouth, smiling silently, he helped Kalixi stand up together, took the thick cloak brought by the maid, shook it off and put it on for Kalixi, his lowered brown eyes showed natural carefulness, and seriously helped her Fasten the strap at the neckline.

Let her take care of herself like this, the sweetness in my heart overflowed, bit by bit dispelled the hesitation accumulated in the chest, it seemed that the ruthless and sullen woman just now was just an illusory piece left when the breeze missed the sunshine. The shadow is not the extreme coldness that really exists.

"Prepare the horse." Ling said, she took her cloak and put it on.

Confused, he asked, "Do you want to leave the palace?"

The sly smile and twinkling eyes are like the dazzling sunshine by the door, bright and mischievous. "You'll find out soon."

She still wanted to keep it a secret, and her curiosity was aroused. Khalixi smiled and took her hand, and led Lemomenna towards the door, walking in a hurry.

The smiling face beside him shattered the icy firmness of the green armor on the side face, facing the golden light that suddenly appeared by the door, a faint and soft green awn glowed, causing the curvature of Lemomena's lips to add a touch of A high-spirited sassy charm.

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The deep and winding corridor is like an endless river. You never know what kind of scenery will be hidden behind the next bend.

Outside the corridor, there are mountains and mountains shrouded in white mist in early winter. Although it is winter, the overwhelming green is still dazzling.However, what people can't look at the most is always the arrogant golden sun blooming on the top of the mountain...

The horseshoes stepped on the blue-gray marble floor, emitting a fierce rhythm that resounded through the eardrums. The quiet and secluded corridor, because of these hurried and compact horseshoes, has become the most dangerous place right now.

Inadvertently appreciating the fleeting scenery of mountains outside the corridor, Kalixi's heart turned into an uneasy exclamation as early as the moment Lemomena whipped his horse...

If she had known that "going for a walk" that Lemomena said was this kind of "walking", Khaleesi would rather stay in the house and enjoy the dull and boring afternoon.

It's better than what it is like now, the two of them turned the originally quiet corridor into a horrible chaotic scene... There was a lot of screams, accompanied by the sound of cups and plates smashing to the ground, and people avoiding it The terrified state of life was frozen in the corridor of the majestic Hittite Palace at the moment when Lemomena galloped his horse.

Turning a corner without any risk, the heart that mentioned the throat was just about to let go, but it picked up again.

A team of more than a dozen maids and servants slowly appeared from the front of the corridor, holding or carrying various exquisite utensils in their hands. The blue pupils shrank suddenly, panicked and dumb.

"If you're afraid, close your eyes." Over the top of her head, her voice came from the headwind, and Kalixi actually heard a smile and frowned.

Following the reminder of Lemomena's low-pitched smile, Kalixi felt the arms on her waist tighten slightly, making the distance between them, which was close to each other, directly become a closeness that made her feel a little suffocating. , the breath is frozen in the moment...

With a sudden force from the left hand, the tight rein led the horse's head slightly to the left, and the direction of the horse's running also shifted to the left... The huge body of the horse brushed against the wall, and those who had been stunned for a long time The maids and servants, who didn't know what to do, seemed to be standing in place like a row of stone statues. Before they could even utter an exclamation, the tall white horses had already flashed by like lightning, rolling around the roaring cold mountain outside the corridor. The wind disappeared from their terrified eyes.

He didn't close his eyes because of fear. On the contrary, his blue eyes stared straight ahead without blinking, for fear that the horse would inadvertently rush out of the railing while galloping close to the wind speed, and take them to the boundless cliff together. .

This magnificent and huge Hittite palace climbs up the steep mountain ridge, and the tallest palaces are built on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the place they are in is one of the taller palaces... Yuelin Hall.

The winding corridor at the foot is the only way to other palaces.

She believed in Lemomena's riding skills. She remembered that when she was chased by Sharma, she finally drove into a narrow mountain road with a cliff on one side, and the horse was still blindfolded at that time. Only Lemomena's superb riding skills can successfully shake off Sharma's pressing.

However, that was an uninhabited mountain road, but now it is a palace corridor where maids and guards come and go...

It was one thing to believe in her riding skills, but quite another in the current situation.

Looking at the faces of all kinds passing by, the only thing that does not change is their panicked eyes. These people have probably never seen in their entire life. Someone is so bold and presumptuous, dare to ride horses and fly in the corridor of the palace. Ben scene.

That's all, this is the real her, the Lemomenna who is not bound by any etiquette and rules, a willful and wicked Hittite regent.

Thinking of this, the brows that were tightly frowned were relaxed, and the slightly curled lines of the lips concealed an imperceptible indulgence... Fascinating, or charming, I can't speak.