swear to love heaven

Standing by the door, Night Breeze walked quietly between the fingers on the door frame, staring blankly at the figure by the window, feeling lost for a while.

The pure white moonlight flowed through Khaleesi's hair, and a halo of snow-like salt slid down, freezing the time that passed by in the crystal hourglass, and also frozen, and the brown beam beside the door. A dazed look at the bottom of his eyes.

The night in early spring is very quiet, the faint fragrance of flowers entangles the breathing, the blue gauze curtain beside the window shakes a light figure, like a gentle lover entangled with the girl by the window, unspeakably coquettish, extremely charming gentle.

I don't know what Kalixi is looking at, she is barefoot, standing on the carpet in front of the window, staring deeply at the window, with her face slightly raised, the gorgeous silver flowing in along the window frame gives her a quiet feeling. The side face was covered with a layer of soft but lonely light.

Like water and moonlight, but at this moment it seems... dazzling.

For a moment, not knowing whether such a delicate and beautiful moment should be interrupted, standing in the breeze passing by the door, Lemomena was silent.

Perhaps feeling something strange, Khaleesi looked towards the door, and after just a glance, she was stunned.

A gleam of light flashed in the blue eyes, and before he had time to hide his frustration, the people by the door could see it all.

I was in a hurry to cover up, only to realize that I didn't know how to cover up, annoyed. "Why are you here, don't you have to feast the officials in the Holy Light Hall?"

Laughing, while walking, the figure walked into the brightly lit room.

"As long as they have wine and songs, they don't need me. If it's you, why haven't you come?" Your fingertips brushed across a curtain of crystal beads hanging by the side of the column, causing the crystal-clear beads to shake wildly. Ye Xiang's slightly intoxicated air moved. "Is it the old habit of being in a daze again, huh?" She said it naturally, without the meaning of blame, but full of pampering that she didn't realize.

Dazed, then a cloud of red rushed over her face in an instant, and she looked down at the dress on the window sill for the dinner party. The exquisite long dress lay in the quiet moonlight, showing a soft light of lotus root pink.

Sigh, a kind of self-pity and helplessness. "Why don't you ask the maid to help you change your clothes, where are they?" Looking around, there was no one.

"Halulu hasn't come back so late, I asked Titi to take them to find it. It's just a change of skirt, and I don't need so many people's help." When she said this, she was actually a little guilty.

Shaking his head, he went to the window and picked up the skirt. The soft fabric in his hand was as light as a feather. When he twitched it with his fingertips, the colorful moonlight penetrated into his slightly drooping eyes, settled, melted, and disappeared.

"I'll help you put it on, come on." Wiping away the inexplicable uneasy thoughts in his heart, he said with a smile.

Originally bright and firm brown eyes, a sad blue flame emerged from the abyss-like eyes, filling the entire pupil in an instant, as unpredictable as the ocean, the moment she shook off her skirt with a smile.

The corners of her mouth moved, and Kalixi finally swallowed the words that rushed to her lips, let her put on a long skirt for herself in silence, watched her lower her head to tie a belt for herself, a few strands of slightly curly brown hair hung on her forehead , the evening wind by the window blew in with a hint of coolness, and the hair swayed slowly, inadvertently blocking the bright and gentle light in those tea eyes, charming and alluring.

What shone faintly was the magic charm of the blue armor on the side of her face rubbing against the moonlight, and the lights were also incomparably captivating, magnificent, treacherous, and strangely glamorous.

Put on the last belt wrapped with gold and silver double silk, and watch the ribbon hang in the wind, hot gold, cold silver, two completely different tones, against the pink and purple long skirt, just like the mountain fog after the rain Quiet and elegant... Just like the beauty of this little Syrian princess, she is unbelievably exquisite, pure and flawless.

After pondering for a while, the corners of his eyes curled up, a hint of banter appeared in his eyes, he touched the tip of his nose, and sighed: "Too thin."

He curled his lips with disdain. "You still said to me that you have lost a lot of weight yourself."

"Although I'm thin, I'm much stronger than you. Look at you, the lamp posts beside the bed are thicker than your waist." Looking at the bed, I suddenly felt that I didn't want to go to the Holy Light Hall.

"Why didn't I know, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent originally liked people with thick waists, so go hug the lamppost and avoid touching me in the future." Patting the hem of the skirt, straightening the neckline, he spoke proudly.

"Isn't it worth it for you to be jealous with a lamp post?" The raised eyebrows hooked on the bright light from the lamp, very much like the gorgeous mood at the moment.

"I like it, don't mind me. In my opinion, which fool would like you except Lamppost and me... Autocratic, arrogant, arrogant, rude, arrogant... You are a big problem!"

Raising eyebrows and raising eyes, a natural expression added a lot of coquettishness to this handsome face. "Are these shortcomings?"

"You..." A burst of laughter burst out, and I couldn't help it.

Shaking her head, she looked at Kalixi smiling brightly, that smiling face eclipsed everything around her, even the sound of the wind was lingering in her crisp laughter, immersed in herself, not flying far away .

Helping Khaleesi put on her soft boots, she brushed her long hair behind her shoulders, looked her up and down, nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

Holding her waist, she walked leisurely towards the door, with a smile in her eyes and brows, spreading like a breeze...

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Staying in the library all morning, Lemomena sent people to collect the scrolls from all directions and delivered them one after another. Looking at those scrolls piled up like a hill, Khaleesi was indescribably excited.

Holding a piece of parchment written in Assyrian, I couldn't put it down and read it.

"Princess, where do you put these?" the maid asked as she stood in front of the desk holding the scroll in her hand.

Glancing around, he pointed to a row of shelves in front of him and said, "There, put the third floor."

The maid nodded and turned around.

"Titi."

"Yes, princess." Titi walked over from the table, holding a few clay tablets with strange pictures in her hands.

The huge window is carved with exquisite patterns, and outside the window is the clear sky, the light blue sky, as clear as a pool of crystal clear water.

"Go and tell Lemomenna that I won't go to the Giant Stone Hall at noon, and I'll go find her when I get this place sorted out." It seemed that there was no time for the appointment to have dinner together at noon.

Just as Titi was about to speak out, she was suddenly interrupted by a voice behind her.

"If you let the regent know that you don't accompany her because of these books, will she burn all the things here?" Vanessa smiled crisply, looked around the library, and secretly admired this magnificent palace of quaint charm.

Frowning, he put down the scroll, motioned for Titi to deliver a message, and sat down by himself. "She's not that narrow-minded." After saying that, she smiled to herself, imagining what Lemomena heard Titi brought, maybe she would really compete with a room full of books.

Vanessa continued to look around, flipping through the sleeves piled up on the table from time to time, suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and asked, "Just now when I entered the palace, I found that carpets were being laid everywhere, even the corridors were covered with carpets. Now, is there any distinguished guest coming to the palace recently?"

"I haven't heard that anyone is going to be a guest. Is the whole palace laying carpets?" After thinking for a while, he shook his head.Lemomena didn't mention which distinguished guest would enter the palace, not to mention the scale of the palace's fully carpeted reception, this level of etiquette, except for the king of a country, Khaleesi really can't think of anyone else who can be worthy of it.

"It's all being laid. When I passed by the flower corridor of the front hall, I saw that the chief executive was instructing the servants to make carpets for the corridor there. I asked him, and he said that this was the order of the regent this morning. All the halls and halls and all the corridors of the palace are carpeted."

Feeling suspicious, he frowned, thought for a moment, and spoke softly. "Is there a major festival in Hittite recently?"

This time, it was Vanessa's turn to shake her head, and she said with certainty, "No, absolutely not."

With the scroll in his hand resting on his chin, he tilted his head, thinking about it, but still couldn't get an answer.

Simply don't think about it, it's just a carpet, it's nothing special.

"Okay, it's not a strange thing, don't think about it. I heard the news from Raschel. Since my brother took the throne, everything in Syria has been fine, and Raschel will be back soon."

"Really?" Surprised, the pretty face beamed with smiles.

Pick up the sweet tea brought by the maid and drink lightly. "You brothers and sisters haven't seen each other for a long time. When he comes back this time, you don't have to separate anymore."

Khaleesi is not very familiar with Kusina, the proud eldest son, and has only spent a few days together by the Orondo River.Lemomenna left him in Syria to help his brother stabilize the situation, which shows that Raschel must have a reason to rely on.

"My father has very high demands on my elder brother. He has been strictly disciplined since he was a child, and he must not make any mistakes. I really feel a little bit of sympathy for him." Thinking about it, it is really not good to be the eldest son of a family, as words and deeds are strictly controlled.

He smiled lightly and said nothing.

"Princess, please see the chief executive."

"Let him in."

The short and fat man walked into the room with a bent waist, bowed to Kalixi and Vanessa, and said with a respectful attitude and a smile on his face: "Your Highness, the villain brought the servants to lay the carpet for the library, disturbing the princess and Miss Vanessa, please forgive me."

An elegant smile is always on the corners of her lips, and her blue eyes are rippling with a gentle and soft light. Like the breeze, she is a girl who makes people lose their guard in an instant.

"You've worked hard. I heard that carpets are being laid in the palace. Is there any reason?" Now that he's here, she might as well ask.

Bowed, half-bent, staring at the ground under his feet, not daring to glance randomly, and replied seriously: "This morning, the regent ordered to lay carpets for the halls and corridors in the palace, and did not tell the villain why. But..." He raised his eyes, glanced at Kalixi, and immediately lowered his gaze, hesitating to speak.

The breeze blows, the white skirt ripples like water, and a wisp of fragrance seeps into the air of early spring, which is not easy to detect.

"What's the matter, did you hear something?"

"This... the villain did hear a little when he left the Great Stone Hall." Without sensitive ears and the ability to read words, how could he be able to secure the position of the chief of the palace.

"Let's talk, it's okay." Putting down the scroll, he picked up the cup, and blew on the hot air floating on the edge of the cup, his blue eyes drooping slightly.