The copy NPCs are all my homie [Original God + Unlimited]

"Respected His Majesty King Peters, the great Alexander I, I fell in love with Miss Gu Lang, the maid next to Peters Pearl, and hereby make a request to you to bring Miss Gu Lang back to China for the wedding ceremony."

Frank glanced at Ying and said with difficulty.

The king seemed at a loss for words: "Will your father allow you to marry a maid?"

"Gu Lang is not a maid!" Ying called out, "She is my god-sister, your god-daughter, the princess of the kingdom."

She winks wildly at the king.

The king seemed very reluctant, but since his beloved daughter made such a request, of course he agreed to her: "Okay, then do as you say."

"Father, you are so kind~" Ying hugged the king's arm coquettishly.

The king seems to be doing well.

"Then father, I want to go to the Kingdom of Darvo as an envoy! Is it possible to send a wedding to Sister Gu Lang?"

"Don't mess around! You are a princess, how can you go to other countries casually!" The king looked serious.

"But Sister Gu Lang and I grew up together, how could I not attend her wedding! Besides, Davos has even sent princes over, so we have to show our courtesy to each other! Please promise me, Father! Let me promise me~~" Ying couldn't help shaking the king's hand.

The king couldn't stand being pestered by her, and finally let go: "Okay, okay! Promise you, promise you!"

"Yeah!" Ying cheered.

"Let the military and political ministers accompany you." The king ordered casually.

Recalling the scene that happened in the main hall a few days ago, Di Luke felt a little puzzled. Why did he feel, maybe, it seemed, maybe, Ying’s purpose in the first place was to go to Darvaux?

This feeling was even stronger when he saw how several people got along.

It has been two days since I set foot on the journey to Darvao. During these two days, the nominally married couple, Prince Frank, who fell in love with each other at first sight, and the newly promoted Princess Gulang, did not have much tenderness between them. In most cases, it is necessary to add Ying and the military and political ministers in front, and the four of them get together to discuss something mysteriously.Diluque wanted to get involved, but whenever he approached, they would tacitly stop talking and lead the topic to the so-called wedding.

After repeating this several times, Di Luque finally couldn't help guessing: They couldn't be talking about me, could they?

But what can I talk about?

Di Luke thought hard all night, and finally remembered that he seemed to have an identity.

Oh, I seem to be the son of the former king of Darvaux.

He has been loyal to the identity of a knight for too long, and he has almost forgotten his past, or in his heart, he has already regarded himself as a Petersian.

But this identity can hardly even be remembered by himself, so how did they know it?

Although Diluque is taciturn, he has always been a person who believes in speaking directly, so he decided to confess directly to Ying.

He knocked on Ying's door.

"Come in." A voice called from inside.

Diluc pushed open the door with an indifferent expression on his face.

Sure enough, the four of them got together again, looking up at him together.

"Your Highness, I have something to talk to you alone." Di Luke looked directly at Ying.

"You guys keep talking." Ying stood up and patted her skirt, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"What's the matter?" Ying closed the door behind her back.

Diluc opened his mouth, but the words changed as soon as he exited: "I...you...would you like a drink?"

As soon as these words came out, Diluque almost wanted to slap himself.I don't drink, and it is even more impossible to let the princess drink. Isn't it strange to say this?

"You don't drink. You don't let me drink. Then why are you asking this?" Sure enough, Ying looked at him reproachfully.

"I...I mean, do you want to watch me mix drinks?" Diluc was silent and changed the words.

"Why did you let me watch you mix wine all of a sudden?" Ying asked in surprise.

Di Luke tried his best to use his brain, and finally found a reliable reason: "The tavern is a place where information is concentrated and circulated. Now that we are at the border between two countries, it is necessary to go to the tavern to inquire about news."

"Strange thing." Ying clicked her tongue in amazement, and turned around Di Luke, "Usually you wish I would not go to such dangerous things, why are you so active this time?"

Diluque was defeated.

"I have something to tell you." He lowered his head.

"I knew it." Ying suddenly showed a sly smile, "How about this, if you act coquettishly, I will accompany you."

Diluque suspected he had heard wrong.

Ying nodded at him, indicating that he was right.

"Stop messing around." Diluc frowned.

Ying sighed and waved her hand: "Forget it, I know you."

Di Luke felt unwilling for no reason. He cleared his throat and managed to utter three words: "Please."

Ying's whole body trembled.

"Let's go!" She pushed Di Luke towards the door of the post station, "Go to the tavern!"

The golden liquor fell into the silver tin cup.Diluc shakes the two glasses together, then pours out the wine, layers it, and garnishes a slice of lemon on the rim.

After spending some money, he successfully occupied the position of the bartender.

Ying reached out to take the glass of wine, but Di Luke separated her hand.

"It's not for you." He turned around and took a goblet from behind. The rim of the cup was dotted with white icing sugar, and it contained a crystal clear purple liquid. It looked like...

"Grape juice." Ying looked like she wanted to laugh, but she still reached out to take the drink and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look: "Familiar scene... It would be better if there was some ice slime on the rim of the glass."

"What ice slime?" Di Luke didn't understand.

"It's nothing." Ying moved to the side of the quilt and took a small sip of grape juice.

The wine was on her lips.

Di Luke turned his eyes away and pointed to his mouth: "Wipe it."

Ying froze for a few seconds, then took out her handkerchief, and slapped Diluque in the face.

Di Luke grabbed her wrist and said helplessly, "I mean you."

He took the handkerchief from her hand, looked at her tenderly, carefully wiped the juice from her mouth, then put away the handkerchief and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket.

Ying's face was a little red, she cleared her throat unnaturally: "You...what's the matter with you?"

"My father was the last king of Darvao, and the current king is my uncle." Diluque said bluntly.

Ying's eyes widened: "Ah...ah?"

"My uncle's method of obtaining the throne was not so righteous. My parents tried their best to send me to the neighboring country of Peters, hoping that I could grow up as an ordinary person. But the knight commander who raised me wanted me to take revenge. I have no idea of ​​revenge." Touching Ying's gaze, he quickly explained, "I think the princess... your knight is the most suitable position for me. I came to Peters before I could walk, I can almost be regarded as a Petersian, my most important identity, and the only identity, is your knight."

Ying didn't seem to listen to the second half of the sentence, she murmured and repeated that sentence: "I don't have any thoughts of revenge...that would be a bit difficult..."

"What did you say?" Diluc asked politely.

"I mean, it's fine if you don't want revenge." Ying came back to her senses and smiled, "I need you, my knight."

Diluc was taken aback by the smile.He has always been the least resistant to her smile.So he took the cup next to him and took a sip in a disguised way to cover up his embarrassment.

As soon as the liquid entered his mouth, he froze.

is wine.

He doesn't like wine. On the one hand, he doesn't like the taste of wine. On the other hand, the dizziness of wine will affect his work as a "night owl".Therefore, his alcohol capacity is not that good.

He stared at the cup in his hand without a word, which was the one he had just mixed.Originally, it was just intended as an experiment to show Ying the process of bartending, but he didn't intend to let people drink it, so he relaxed a little bit in controlling the alcohol content.

The feeling of dizziness had already come up, and her cheeks were hot as if being licked by a hot flame, and the girl beside her exclaimed: "Your face is so red!"

Di Luke still maintained a lot of rationality, but when he glanced at her, he couldn't help becoming a little confused.

"You're drinking." She leaned over, reached out and took away the wine glass that Di Luke had just placed on the table, and looked at it for a long time.

The wine in the glass was reduced by about a third by Diluque's uncontrolled sip just now.

"What kind of wine is so good that you can't help but drink it?" She looked at him with her chin resting.

No, that was actually an accident, Diluque suddenly had a premonition.

Ying raised her head and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, so fast that he had no time to stop it.She held the cup with both hands, looking extraordinarily well-behaved.After two seconds, she shook her head, hiccupped a little, and then raised her head and smiled at him.

"This wine...is really not bad."

Di Luke didn't know how to react for a moment.

Should I say, hello, I drank from that cup, or should I say, princess, you shouldn't drink?

"You're thinking about some useless things again." Ying narrowed her eyes and shook a finger in front of him, "This...is not good..."

"Then what should I think?" Di Luke asked hoarsely.

"Naturally...you only miss whoever is in front of you!" Ying tilted her head to look at him.

[-] crit hits.

The petite girl was sitting upright on the chair in front of her, tilting her head to look at him. For some reason, her blond hair was disheveled and scattered on her fair shoulders, but she wasn't that fair either. Spreading down, she looked extremely pink and tender, and people couldn't help but want to hold her up.

Diluque thought so, and he did the same.

He picked up the girl in front of him horizontally, lifted his legs and walked out the door.

He seemed to hear the soft laughter of the girl leaning on his shoulder.

I must be drunk.Diluc thought.

Or maybe it's just a dream.

It's just that this dream is too good, and he would rather continue to sink like this forever.

It was the sound of buttons falling to the ground.He didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the dream.

He reverently kissed the swan-like back of his neck that he had dreamed of for a long time, and gently stretched it down slowly, disturbing a pool of spring water.

Princess, my princess, only mine...princess...

"Diluc...Master Diluc..."

He heard her call his name tremblingly in his ear.But what she said the most was not his name, but this sentence.

"I will break it, I will protect you..."

Di Luke has no time to think, he just wants to continue to get drunk like this, to get drunk...

After all, tomorrow, the dream should wake up.

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