A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Zuo Sixiang was still very dissatisfied.

After all, what Heymos did just now and what he said to His Majesty was too presumptuous.

Zuo Sixiang, who is used to being upright and strict, is of course very contemptible.

He was about to tell Heymos to back down unceremoniously, but what Heymos said made his heart move.

【Maybe my beloved is in the courtyard? 】

Prime Minister Zuo suddenly remembered that not only King Garlan, but also His Excellency Heymos had never been married.

Moreover, this Your Excellency is four or five years older than His Majesty, not to mention not married, and he doesn't even have a concubine around him.

He suddenly had a headache.

Starting from the generation of King Kamos, why do these heirs to the throne have such an attitude of not caring about their descendants?

He thought about it and thought it was not bad.

It's rare that so many noble ladies came to tonight's Flower Festival celebration. In addition to His Majesty, it happened to be able to solve the problem of His Majesty Heymos by the way.

After all, in the eyes of these ministers, for the stability of the royal family, the more descendants the better.

Thinking of this, seeing that King Garlan asked Heymos to sit beside him, Prime Minister Zuo didn't raise any further objections, and sat back quietly.

……

The maid at the side came up and poured wine for Heymos. Heymos held the wine glass in one hand and let the bright red wine fall into it, while he lowered his eyes and kept playing with the golden fan in his hand .

Seeing that careless movement, Zuo Sixiang, who had already sat back, kept frowning.

But the matter has come to this point, King Garlan, who is the owner of the golden fan, didn't say anything, and he couldn't speak, so he turned his head to one side, and focused his attention on the noble ladies in the flower garden. Thinking about which one is more suitable to be a princess and which one is more suitable to marry Heymos.

Suo Jia, who was sitting next to Prime Minister Zuo, lowered his head and seemed to be drinking quietly, but if he looked closely, he would find that his fingers holding the wine glass were trembling.

Suo Jia felt that his heart might stop beating because of being overly frightened tonight.

Because of a certain evil dragon guarding their own treasures, most people dare not glance at King Garlan.

But Suo Jia kept peeking there from time to time because of worry, so he saw the scene just now.

Yes, the unfolded golden fan raised by Heymos blocked most of their faces.

Even if other people saw it, they just thought that the relationship between these two people was very good, and they talked in a low voice together, but Suo Jia guessed it at a glance.

Kiss.

Absolutely.

He even dared to swear by his belief in Nanna, Lord Heymos must have kissed His Majesty!

Right in front of a large crowd, and in front of so many people—

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Frightened to the point of collapse, it becomes complete numbness.

Although it was only half an hour, the tormented Suo Jia felt that his heart had been tempered and forged like iron and stone.

Hehe, the two big men who cheated on the top are not afraid of being found out, why is he so scared down there?

The jar was completely broken, and the priest of Nanna drank wine glass by glass with a dull expression, just hoping to get drunk tonight.

……

The celebration is still going on.

The moment has arrived, which is the most anticipated by everyone, and it is also the most important part of the Huayu Festival celebration.

According to the legend, in order to thank the flower god Avdomir for letting the flowers bloom for herself, the goddess of spring dances among the flowers, dancing gracefully and gracefully.

No one in the world can compare her graceful dancing posture, even the flowers in the world are reduced to a foil.

Avdomir was fascinated by it, and presented her beloved golden fan and crystal mirror to the goddess of spring who danced for her.

Therefore, in the celebration of the Flower Festival, the first half is for young boys and girls to meet freely and get to know each other.And in the second half, it was the moment for the flowery girls to show their beauty.

If they are interested in a man, they will dance in front of that man.

And if the boy is moved by the girl's dancing posture, he will give the girl the same accessory that he carries with him.

Similarly, at this moment, the Hua Yu Festival celebration in the palace has already progressed to the second half.

The people in the flower garden have receded to the side, revealing the circular open space in the center of the flower garden.

The circular high platform is surrounded by thin hollow stone pillars, and the hollow abdomen of the white jade stone pillars is full of blooming flowers, and green vines extend from the inside to wrap around it.

Standing in the circular high platform is like being surrounded by hundreds of flowers.

The servants and maids also specially came forward to hang twice as many hanging lamps on the surrounding flower posts, making that place as bright as day.

The noble girls who intended to become King Garlan's concubines had already dispatched their maids in the first half of the ceremony, and informed the chief attendant in charge of the ceremony of their wishes.

Now, according to the arrangement of the chief attendant, they will step forward one by one, dance among the flowers, and show their most beautiful posture in front of the king.

If the king can give him the golden fan himself, he can become the king's concubine, and from then on, he will be the existence of one person under one person and above ten thousand people in Aaron Landis.

Not to mention how attractive the position of the princess is, just the young and beautiful king is enough to make their hearts flutter.

At the most critical moment, the noble ladies were gearing up, all vowing from the bottom of their hearts that they would make King Garlan's heart beat for them.

With this kind of ambition, they played one after another.

The strings of the harp plucked in the light, making beautiful notes.

Accompanied by the sound of the lute surrounding it, and the sound of the flute spread in the night.

In the moving music, or three, or five, those beautiful girls dance lightly among the flowers.

The long hair fluttered in the night, and the long skirt spread out softly under the light.

Slender wrists, soft eyebrows and eyes.

The dance is charming and moving, and the dance is full of grace.

For a time, beauties of all colors, each with their own merits, competed for beauty, making people dizzy to see.

The only thing in common is that when dancing lightly, everyone cast their eyes on the audience as much as possible, and they all looked affectionately.

There were shy and timid ones, some delicate and lively ones, and some enthusiastic and bold ones cast fiery gazes, looking at Garlan burningly.

Well, the hardest thing to bear is beauty.

At this moment, Garlan who was sitting in the upper seat could only think of one sentence.

To be honest, these girls are indeed beautiful and moving.

That guy Schloss would be happy if he was here now.

If you just enjoy dancing, then you will be very happy watching it.

but……

There was a lot of excitement below, but the atmosphere where he was located was extremely depressing.

Heymos sat aside, playing with the golden fan, with his eyes downcast without saying a word.

But there was obviously an invisible coldness emanating from Heymos. It was obviously a slightly hot night, but it gave people a chilly feeling.

Although there was no expression on his face, Garlan knew it without guessing.

This guy is jealous.

And also eat a lot.

The present quiet appearance is probably the calm before the storm.

... This guy is like a ticking time bomb, it's uncertain when it will explode.

Garlan glanced at the man beside him, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

I just hope that this person can hold back until the celebration ends smoothly.

After all, not only city lords and high-ranking nobles from all over the country came to this Huayu Festival celebration, but also nobles from other countries. In any case, he didn't want it to cause trouble in the middle.

Just when Garlan was thinking this way, he casually took a look, and suddenly saw a pair of familiar eyes.

It's like a little milk dog who recognizes its master, black and shiny.

It turned out that it was the turn of the flaxen curly-haired girl.

Although the girl was dancing as hard as she could, she accidentally fell down because her eyes were fixed on him.

Seeing the girl standing up in a panic, Garlan couldn't help but think of how she was picked up by Heymos not long ago.

So, he couldn't help laughing.

He had just finished laughing when a shiny golden object stood in front of his eyes.

Take a closer look, it is the golden fan.

Heymos suddenly raised the golden fan, blocking his eyes and blocking his view of the girl.

The corner of Garlan's mouth twitched, he angrily pressed down the golden fan that was blocking his eyes, and looked sideways at Heymos.

"Heymos, you..."

"You laughed twice."

"what?"

The golden red eyes stared deeply at Garlan, the corners of the raised eyes were as sharp as knives, and there seemed to be a dark mist churning in the bottom of the eyes.

"You smiled at her twice."

Heymos said, word for word.

He tightly clenched the golden fan in his hand.

Although I knew in my heart that this Huayu Festival was forcibly held by a group of ministers, as long as I thought of the feeling that my heart felt like a heavy stone when I received the news from Suo Jia... Also, when he came back in a hurry, The first thing I saw was Garlan's slight smile at the girl who was running towards him...

He hadn't intended to make such an astonishing move.

However, when he saw Garlan smiling at the girl, Heymos felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake on his chest, and the venom called jealousy soaked his entire body almost instantly along with the blood. Body.

At that moment, the venom called jealousy completely corroded his sanity.

Not thinking about anything, not wanting to think about anything, he drew his sword and threw it fiercely.

A sword split the road between Garlan and the girl, making the entire flower garden silent for an instant.

But now, he watched as Garlan who was beside him smiled at the girl again.

When the group of noble girls tried their best to suppress the flames of jealousy deep in their hearts when they danced to Gallan, they tore the cage that locked it up in an instant, and swelled wildly like fuel on the fire.

Heymos looked at the people around him.

The long pale golden hair was scattered behind the shoulders, revealing half of the smooth side neck, and the fair skin reflected the light with a light luster, like the curvature of a swan's neck, extremely alluring.

He suddenly had the urge to bite down on that alluring side neck in front of everyone.

He wants to announce to everyone that this person is his.

He didn't allow anyone to spy on him anymore, and he didn't want to see him smile at anyone other than him.

This person's eyes, red lips, his skin, voice, even a strand of hair - all belong to him!

Belongs to him alone!

…………

Um?I smiled at that girl twice?

Have it?

when?

Having said that, Garlan was still thinking blankly, and suddenly felt a dangerous aura.

Taking a closer look, his eyes met those of the man beside him.

That was an extremely dangerous look.

Heymos stared at him, and suddenly said, "Tell me, what would happen if I kissed you right here in front of everyone?"

Garlan's heart beat heavily.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a voice from below suddenly planned a conversation between them.

"Your Majesty, the dance dedicated to the God of Flowers by all the noble ladies is over."

The chief attendant standing below said.

In this kind of concubine selection ceremony, in order to avoid the embarrassment of the noble ladies who are not selected, they will use cover-ups to declare that their dance is dedicated to the flower god Avdomir at the ceremony.

The chief attendant said: "Please give the golden fan to the one who you think dances the most and is praised by the Flower God."

Following the chief attendant's words, everyone's eyes focused on Garlan, curious, excited, and expectant, whispering in low voices.

There was no time to talk to Heymos, so Garlan stood up.

Heymos also stood up, staring at Garlan with anxiety in his eyes.

Garlan turned sideways, and he stretched out his hand to Heymos, motioning for Heymos to return the golden fan he was still holding in his hand.

Heymos' eyes darkened a little bit, and the restless flame burned his chest.

His right hand holding the golden fan is clenched tightly.

The delicate but extremely fragile golden fan has been slightly bent by him.

With a little force, the golden fan would twist and deform at Heymos' fingertips, breaking into pieces of gold.

At this moment, Garlan sighed inaudibly. He raised his hand, and under the gaze of everyone, patted Heymos on the head.

No matter how you look at that action, it looks like you are patting a restless and disobedient pet.

The entire flower garden was silent again in an instant.

It was like the moment Heymos threw a sword over not long ago.

The female knight Fataya, who was in charge of the safety of the celebration and patrolling aside, silently looked away when she saw this scene.

Ah, there is a feeling of déjà vu...

Heymos, who was still full of anxiety a moment ago, froze.

He saw Garlan smile at him, and then the hand that patted his head dropped and stretched out in front of him again.

Garlan didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled at him with clear eyes.

The slightly curved eyes are like the arc of the crescent moon in the night sky at this moment.

The big black wolf pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, a little aggrieved, but obediently handed the golden fan that he almost crushed to Garlan's hand.

Garlan patted Heymos on the head lightly as if rewarding him.

Then, he turned around and walked down the low steps, and walked in front of everyone who was still looking at him in surprise.

The people who were startled by the scene just now came back to their senses, stared at Garlan closely, whispered to each other, and quietly guessed who would be chosen.

Then came the moment when King Garlan handed over the golden fan to the concubine he had chosen, the moment when Aaron Landis's mistress was decided.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and dignified, especially those noble ladies, who stared eagerly at King Garlan and the gleaming golden fan in his hand.

Their eyes were so hot that they could melt a golden fan.

"Everyone who dances for the God of Flowers is like the flowers blooming here at this moment, each with its own rose color, bright and moving."

said Garlan, and he stepped forward, holding the golden fan.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked onto the high stage where the noble ladies danced just now.

"Because everyone is excellent, it is really difficult for me to choose."

"The reason for holding this Huayu Festival is because I have been unable to decide on the candidate for the princess."

"I know that this matter makes all the ministers very worried."

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to marry the princess, but because I have already decided what kind of princess I want to marry, so I have delayed until now."

"I have only one request for the princess I want to marry."

The bright golden eyes slowly swept across the people who were listening to his words intently, and the young Wang Hu smiled slightly.

The moonlight poured down like water, covering Garlan's whole body with fine silver light.

Among the hundreds of flowers, that light smile actually made the gorgeous flowers lose their color in an instant.

"I hope to marry a princess who is more beautiful than me," he said.

King Garlan's words caused the entire garden to fall into dead silence in an instant.

Everyone opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at each other, speechless.

The night was eerily quiet, only King Garlan's voice continued to resound clearly in the flower garden.

He said: "Now, there is a noble lady who thinks that her beauty is better than mine, please come to me, I will give you a golden fan, and marry you as my princess."

Ladies and gentlemen: "........."

No.

[Everyone in the world says that the beauty of King Garlan's appearance is unmatched by anyone in the world. 】

[No one can compare. 】