Chapter 309 Conspiracy

Yingling Palace, the dining room of the female grandfather.

"I need an explanation - about today's farce."

Selma looked ugly at the two people in front of him: one of them was quiet and the other was smiling.

"Or you can get out of the Palace of the Spirit now and solve your own accommodations - you two."

Female grand public cold channel.

"Wow," Ian Ronnie, the heir to the grandfather of the city, prayed on the backrest in the most comfortable position. He looked at the angry female grandfather with interest and turned to ask the stunned Taylors: This is what you told me 'she is very good at talking?'"

Tyres took a deep breath.

Well, maybe because that is coming.

But before he even had time to speak, Selma’s anger rose.

"You, distinguished Lord Ian Ronnie," said the female grandfather coldly: "I remember you came to ask for help?"

"Uh huh." Ian nodded lightly.

"On your rudeness, scorn, exaggeration, contrived, and rudeness?" Selma has no mercy: "And when I first met, I was humiliated and provoked the rare talent of the entire Longyan City?"

"And, the welcome banquet tonight has been cancelled - because no one is willing to attend, unless I agree that they will ask you for a duel at the banquet."

"They are still very enthusiastic, oh, fortunately, I brought Monty," the frivolous prince, who was guilty of the sin of the teacher, smiled and said: "The problem is solved."

Looking at each other's light-hearted attitude, Selma's face is even more ugly.

"Enthusiasm? You know how ugly the scene is after you left. How many nobles expressed their indignation to me?"

Tyres swears that with his sensitive hearing, he heard the grind of the female grandfather's lips: "You have to be thankful that they had weapons before they entered the palace."

"Ah," Ian looked at his indifferent look and shrugged at Tells: "The hypocritical old Northland."

"With this kind of energy, why not go to the black sand collar to kill the king?"

Selma was mad at it, and she took a sigh of relief and stared at Ian who didn't care.

"Oh, you know that the envoys of the black sand collar are in the city, and everything that happens today will be known and passed back to the Black Sand City and passed to the king?"

"And you know how many people in the vassal of Longyan City will change your attitude towards the city of Qiyuan and the leader of the black sand because of your actions today?"

I heard the name of the black sand collar, and Ian’s pupil suddenly condensed.

He slowly nodded on the backrest.

"That is a problem."

He turned to Tyres and his eyes focused: "But we will solve it, right?"

But Tyres just said nothing. He clasped his hands and reached the table. He pressed his knuckles from time to time—this is the habit he learned from the bald head of Leko six years ago.

Selma seems to have had enough of an argument with the heirs of the city.

"Tells, this meeting is arranged by you," the female grandfather helped his glasses, dissatisfied with a calm face, and seemed to be thinking about Taylors:

"Say something!"

Ian reveals a silent smile, learns Selma's angry expression, deliberately puts a look of resentment, turns his head and turns to Sils's head and makes a silent mouth shape: say - point - even - what.

This makes Selma's anger soar to the top:

"If you are asking for help from Qiyuan City, you can do it now..."

"Selma."

Tyres gently opened.

He raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side of the table from far away, because of the anger of the sergeant Miss Selma.

"Calm, you are a woman, you don't have to be angry."

Ah, this girl, who refused his impulsive proposal here a few days ago, proposed to stay in Longyan City and face all the unknown dangers.

That little slippery.

He will miss her.

Taylor slowly bends his mouth and unconsciously reveals a smile.

Selma, who was already angry, was stared at him with some embarrassment.

She remembered that Taylors had taught her how to drop and took a few deep breaths.

"I... I think," the girl unconsciously turned her eyes away and snorted, screaming at Ian, who was screaming at her, but her tone was milder: "Maybe we shouldn't waste any more time." ”

Ian raised his eyebrows, and he looked at the calm Taylor, and looked at the over-the-headed Selma, revealing a blank expression.

He yawned, as if he had spent all his life trying to struggle from the back of his chair, lazily picking up a piece of cheese from the table and muttering to himself: "I know I found the right person... ..."

At the reminder of Ian’s yin and yang, Taylors came back.

The prince coughed and asked calmly:

"The Count of Brisbane did not come?"

"Charles said he was going to appease the nobles," Selma shook his head and was still immersed in dissatisfaction: "He also said that he hopes that in the next hearing, facing a number of counts, you can still behave. It’s so easy.”

Tyres’ eyes were condensed.

Ian no longer chewed the cheese in his mouth.

"The next hearing will be..."

"So he understood," the prince whispered. "It is a dragon."

Selma showed a confused look: "What?"

"Maybe Monty told him something," Ian re-started to chew the cheese, but his brows had wrinkled: "The big mouth, on the road, he heard that I was coming to propose."

Hearing the word "marriage proposal", Selma spit out a heavy breath and his eyes became dangerous again:

"What are you two talking about?"

Tyres did not speak, but his thoughts turned faster and faster.

Only Ian swallowed the cheese in his mouth and licked his head. He smiled disapprovingly: "It seems that you are not as smart as you seem, madam."

"Sure enough, beauty and wisdom are both..."

If this sentence has not been finished, it will once again provoke the female grandfather.

"And you are more annoying than your nickname." Selma is cold and cold.

Ian was slightly wrong, then he smiled and shrugged his face: "I am honored."

Tyres sighed and determined not to be silent.

"Selma," the prince was sitting in danger and looked at the two seriously: "This is Ian Ronnie, who represents the city of Pray."

Followed by his eyes, Selma and Ian looked at each other, one side was full of vigilance, one side did not agree.

"And he came to propose to you."

Tyres faintly said.

Selma didn't move.

But in the next second, the female singer sneered.

"Yes, thank you for your introduction." Selma looked at Taylors miserly, and the accusations and anger at the bottom of his eyes were overflowing.

She looked at Ian with a gaze, and did not hide the disgust in her eyes. Ironically: "At least he is quite old, right?"

Taylors did not speak.

The answer is Ian.

"Look, she still didn't understand," said the inherited man of Qiyuan City, who did not look at the cold-faced female grandfather. He smiled scornfully and shrugged his shoulders at Tels:

"My mother used to say that if a woman is the master, she will..."

"I don't know what your mother said, Ian." Thales turned his head and interrupted him coldly.

Ian was slightly stagnation, and his raised fingers stopped in the air.

"To tell the truth, I don't care," Prince Star was serious. "But if you still want to complete this mission, then let's respect it. She is the granddaughter of Longyan City, and it is the key to this game."

He watched Ian slowly put away the eyes of the playful color, Shen Sheng: "It is also my friend."

Ian stunned.

"And you, Selma," Taylors looked at the eyes of the female grandfather seriously. "Please believe me, we are standing on the same side of the board."

"This guy is like this, we have to get used to it..."

Selma snorted and seemed to be angry with Ian.

But she did not speak again.

Ian gently breathed and frowned, seemingly quite insightful: "Oh."

The next moment, Ian leaned back, close to the ear of Tyres, reaching out to block the view of the female grandfather, whispering: "Why, you haven't tame her yet?"

This time it was the turn of Taylors.

The color on his face has not disappeared, and he asked strangely: "What?"

tame?

Ian sighed with a sigh of hate and iron.

Selma showed a suspicious look and looked at the two people who bite their ears.

"You know, you are the one who put her on the seat," Ian suppressed his voice. His tone was full of anger and dissatisfaction: "And six years, my Highness! Even a princess in a country does not need to. Long time?"

Tyres blinked and seemed to understand some.

"Man more or less will be special to the first woman, but," Ian just listened to Ian's mouth and bitter face, a pair of people, and continued to grieve: "Unless you are in bed, don't let her climb You come up..."

Boom!

A muffled sound, accompanied by Ian's pain.

The successor of Qiyuan City twisted his face and sat back on his chair with his stomach, and his face was betrayed.

After Ian and Tyres, Selma also stunned.

She looked at this inexplicably and looked at the one again: "You..."

"He has some stomachaches, now it's alright," said Tyres, who didn't change his color, and took back his elbows. He didn't look at Ian, who was pale and sweaty. "Let's go back to business."

"Selma," the prince took a deep breath and stayed close to the table, earnestly saying: "You have to know, it is a marriage proposal - but first of all, he is impossible to propose a successful marriage."

Selma has a look.

"There is only one direct ruler left in Longyan City. In the absence of external force or pressure," Tyres's palms were slightly weak, and he gave up his suggestion that Nuen had given him: "Inside, You can't marry a foreigner with considerable power because of your feelings."

"For the vassals of Longyan City, this is tantamount to attracting terrible foreign enemies from the air, taking power from their hands. For the grandfathers of Exeter, this means Long Yucheng and Qiyuan. The next successor of the city is likely to combine the two into one, which is equal to the imbalance of the ten territories."

Thales sincerely looks at the female grandfather: "And the city of Pray is not strong enough to ignore or even suppress the power of these dissent - neither the vassals, the Grand Dukes, and even the Kings will allow you to marry. ”

Listening to the prince's words, Selma took a moment to go.

"So, a proposal from an outsider..."

Selma looked at Tyres fixedly: "They won't allow it, is it?"

"Is it?"

Tyres was very uncomfortable with her, so she quickly opened her eyes.

"So, he said that he came here to propose to me, is to..."

Lord Ian, who was sullenly stroking his stomach, snorted: "Of course, in order to lead us out to the simple and simple, in fact, the Star Prince who plays an important role in the politics of Longyan City: If you want to win over the female Grand Duke, you have to get from Tyre. Comet. Comet."

what?

Taylors made a slight meal.

The female grandfather’s face is rarely red.

After trying to understand, Tellston was black: "Is the rumor outside?"

"At least the black sand collar is doing this, yes," Ian sighed, and the jokes seemed to be authentic:

"What conditions did the king give you in order to win over you? Twenty virgins?"

Tyres automatically omitted the tone of Ian's joke, and his nerves tightened for a moment.

Gave me... what conditions?

In front of him, it seems that there is another victory in Chavale’s victory, and he is firmly pinched in the palm of his hand.

Taylors resisted the urge to see Selma.

Damn it.

Don't take this seemingly contemptible son lightly.

“Why,” the second priest asked quietly: “You have to come lavishly, ‘I give double’?”

Ian showed an incomprehensible smile.

"I am very happy," Ian swayed his head as usual, and then slowly added the following sentence:

"If they give you a slap."

The Star Prince did not respond with a cold voice.

But he remembered the words of Rumba, but his heart was cold.

Although not a slap.

But it is almost the same.

Selma sighed softly: "We are still going back to the topic... so the marriage proposal is just an excuse?"

"It's not just an excuse - it can tell a lot of things," Ian said with a smile on his face. He said to Tyres, his hands were exaggerated: "Look, when it comes to the marriage of a woman, 嘭The live Prince of Princes appeared."

Thales licked his forehead and exhaled painfully.

"How old are you, Ian?"

"Nineteen." Ian smiled still: "It is just one year older than the female university."

No, it’s four years old.

Tyres silently added, and looked at Selma with a tacit understanding.

"Yes," the prince said faintly: "I feel that you are just nine years old."

"Ah, given the glorious story of your seven or eight years old," Ian knocked on the table and picked up a piece of buttered bread and bit it into his mouth, ambiguously saying: "The amount is praised."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

He gradually grasped the way to talk to the Honorable Lord of the Winds.

Taylors turned his mind and thought about the conversation.

From the time he saw Selma, Ian deliberately showed disdain for the female grandfather, but unknowingly asked the relationship between the female Dagong and the Longyan City vassal, and asked her about the control of the territory.

He deliberately let the scene out of control, but in reality he looked at himself many times, perhaps to observe when he was persuaded to persuade him, so as to know his influence on the female grandfather, and to slap the actual relationship between himself and the female grandfather.

Twice, he twice sneaked into the black sand collar's attitude towards himself and his attitude towards the black sand collar.

Tyres secretly warned in his heart.

Ian Ronnie.

Seemingly arrogant, arrogant aristocratic son.

In fact, the most thoughtful blade is hidden in the seemingly joke.

This "hate".

But for now, this is not a bad thing.

"Get down to business," Tyres cleared his throat: "Ian specifically sent me a message, saying that I want to propose to you."

Selma's expression is still ugly, but she has begun to listen to Tyres.

"But as I said, marriage proposal is simply impossible to accomplish - I guess he has something else to discuss with me, with you, in a reliable and credible private situation outside the normal diplomatic path. ”

"So I went to the Yingling Palace in advance."

Selma looked suspicious and looked at Ian.

Ian blinked and swallowed the butter bread.

“After meeting, he told me that Qiyuan City is different from other North Dagongs. Their position is special and their politics is special. Any assistance from the mainland of Exeter is of great significance to them.”

Not only that, he constantly hints that he, as the future heir to the city of Qiyuan, like the Prince of Stars, is a native of other people who are forced to live among the northern people.

Tyres sighed: "And he also reminded me: He knows that it is not the other that the Dragon and the City sent troops to help the city, but the conflict between the vassal and the female prince - from your marriage. ”

At that moment, Selma's eyes were locked in Ian.

"Trust me," the visor of the Viscount snorted, quite disapprovingly: "On the struggle between the Grand Duke and the vassal of the lord..."

He looked at him: "The whole Exeter, I am afraid there is nowhere, more deeply than the Ronnie family in the city."

Selma looked at Taylors thoughtfully and looked at Ian again.

"So... what do you want?" The female grandmother calmed down, she asked faintly.

Ian smiled.

"He has a proposal," said Taylor, looking at Selma with both eyes:

"An unusual way to solve the crisis."

The female tycoon bites her lower lip and seems to be more interested in the food on the table.

But Tells knows that she is thinking.

"That's why, we don't have time to waste on the boring and redundant ceremonies and banquets," Ian's face lacked the cynical look. He was solemn and no longer pays attention to the food on the table: " This matter requires us to negotiate secretly, jointly decide, plan ahead - and time is tight."

"I apologize to you for my utter innocence, and the Lord Dagong, everything from the afternoon to the genius, is a superficial temptation," Ian gnawed like iron:

"Please believe that Qiyuan City is not just a requester for begging assistance. In fact, I come with sincerity and know your current difficulties and bail-outs, and Qiyuan City will solve it with our methods. Your troubles to exchange your promises and assistance."

"And what I need is just a little trust from you."

His eyes were like water, and he looked at the opposite woman.

No one is talking.

The lights in the dining room swayed slightly, and the shadows of the three people floated.

It seems like a small boat drifting in the waves.

Selma looked at Tyres seriously.

At that moment, somehow, Taylors remembered that they had run away in Longyan City six years ago.

The prince of the stars nodded to her.

Finally, the female grandfather turned his head and was serious and calm.

"And how do you help me to solve the problem?"

Ian Ronnie, from the city of Pray, opened his mouth and he bowed slightly to Thales.

The next second, he gently looked at Selma, whispered, and spit out the familiar words again:

"propose."

(End of this chapter)