Chapter 312 Listening to the government day

When the first rays of the sun climbed onto the window sill and sprinkled into the room, Taylors woke up.

Like countless times in the past six years, he took a deep breath, got up from the ground, stretched his sore back, and threw pillows and quilts back onto the bed.

In the courtyard outside the window, the old trees are still heavy—Tears learned from the servant’s chat that the tree might exist before Exeter’s founding—the stars of the stars yawned. The northern part of the surrounding people are changing jobs.

Still the same: one-third of the Dagong guards, two-thirds of the court guards.

Keep him rigorous.

After washing, Tyres sighed and looked up from the washbasin, rubbed his face and re-examine everything around him.

His eyes swept past the books on the desk, swept the sword shield on the weapon frame, swept everything in the room, and breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head in relief.

Tyres bundled his boots as usual and tied the belt.

His movements are slow and very thin, as if he is doing one of the most solemn things, even spending more time than usual to organize the collar and tighten the cuffs.

He rearranged some important personal belongings:

The back of the waist is as good as the JC dagger.

Always in your arms, a black cloth that can cover your breath.

Six years ago, the unlucky **** tooth bracelet from the Queen of the Night.

King Nunn handed him a court map with a light but hidden secret.

Also from the Judith Hall, a page of rough workmanship, but the author's unusual painting paper, painted a sketch of a girl.

Tyres silently folded the paper into the map, rolled it into a reel, and wrapped it with a bracelet in black cloth and stuffed it into his pocket.

Today is today.

The knock on the door came.

The prince took a deep breath: "Come in."

The door opened, and Putility bit his cigarette into the room and smiled and said: "It's so early."

The prince glanced at him, did not speak, just walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside the window.

"I believe you already know, the last direct count arrived in Longyan City last night," Putille snorted: "So, follow..."

Tyres nodded, and there was no tension in his tone: "I know that since the Longyan City vassals have gathered, it will be held today."

Yes, it is today.

He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in the courtyard, and mixed feelings: "How is the mission of the Qiyuan City?"

"Nothing."

"Where is the black sand collar?"

"They seem to want to listen to the political council, but they are stopped in front of the palace gate."

"In the Palace of the Spirit?"

"As always, it's just more frequent patrols."

Tyres nodded.

Before the storm, it was always calm.

Taylor's sight passed over the entire blood courtyard.

He has lived in a place where he has lived for more than two years - from a young girl, he was rushed to the forgotten place.

According to the child of the kitchen, Joseph said that this place was once the home of a great father of the city of Longyan. When the great public was ill and the medicine was ineffective, he decisively gave the seat to the heir. I walked into this remote courtyard and waited alone on the bed for the day, waiting for the ringing of the prison river.

Starting from the Dagong who didn't know who it was, the Blood Garden became an ominous place next to the Yingling Palace.

Tyres silently looked at the scene of the ruin in the courtyard, but never had a moment like this, and there was a sense of intimacy in this place.

The prince chuckled.

"What do you think of her?" Tells suddenly said: "Dragon City."

Behind the Pitlay eyebrows slightly raised, it seems a little surprised the prince's question.

"Dragon City?"

"A city," the thin old man spit out a cigarette, and his tone was not shocked: "No more and no less."

Not much more?

"She has stood here for thousands of years," said Teres, looking at the looming gates in the distance, and shook his head: "In the past millennium, countless people have come and gone, life and death."

King, Grand Duke, soldiers, nobles, civilians... even dragons.

Or prince.

"But she is still standing here, no matter who is living on it, no matter who is ruled, no matter who is buried here," Taylor sighed: "She witnessed everything, for thousands of years."

Six years ago, the prince of the stars set foot on this land and almost ignited the war between the two countries.

Six years ago, the scourge of blood followed the night, destroying the city in terrible sounds.

Six years ago, the Queen of the Sky descended from the sky, burning the night's embarrassment in the deafening dragon.

Still six years ago, the dragon's blood was everywhere, and the great king of nature died. The monarch stepped on his bones and put on a blood-stained crown.

But she, Long Yucheng is still here, and continues to witness countless history.

Like the past millennium.

The man behind him didn't answer, just spit out a perfect smoke circle.

"two thousand."

Tyres turned back and his face turned: "What?"

Putilai snorted and quite casual: "If you trace back to the city of Aaron, in the era of ancient empire, the history of the city of Longyan is two thousand years."

Tyres turned and looked at him unidentified.

"Three thousand years," the man with the pipe smirked a smile: "If you count the ruins of the northern kingdom in the kings,"

"And if it is from the ruin of the ignorant era, and even the beasts of the orcs, it is counted," Putile sighed at the smudged cloud in the cloud. "The four thousand years should not be a problem... Going up, I can give you tens of thousands of years."

Tyres raised an eyebrow.

"But this land of Longyan City is still here," Putile shook his head, with a hint of disapproval in his words: "And you have to die for hundreds of millions of years from ancient times to the present. Are the ants in the soil praying once and lamenting the history of Longyan City?"

"Let's save it, because you are not at all in Longyan City."

The prince was in a hurry.

Tyres turned his eyes and reluctantly exhaled.

"Putley."

The prince shook his head in sarcasm: "Without disappointment, you really can't."

Tyres put down his feelings and turned to the door.

Putilie chuckled and looked at the prince's back, and he spit out a sigh of relief.

"Forty-three years ago, I first came to Longyan City."

Taylor's foot is next.

Putila's voice continued to come, with a hint of inexplicable length: "That was 635 years, King Kahn died, and the year before the reunion of King Nunn."

It’s been so long.

Putile stared at the floor under his feet and unconsciously rubbed the pipe in his hand.

All the past.

He smiled and shook his head. "I was fifteen years old. As a new prince attendant, I was a fool."

Tyres turned around and his brows wrinkled.

"Attendant?" the prince tempted and asked: "So you followed..."

"Yes."

"First eldest son, His Highness, Midi," Putilie did not look at him, snoring: "He was a little smaller than you are now, and he was also unlucky enough to get into trouble."

Taylor's heart moved.

Midi comet.

It is that story.

That six years ago, King Noon told his story after the duel.

About the young comet out of the kingdom of the dragon, resolutely facing the story of the king and the Grand Duke.

The thin man is rubbing his old pipe.

"With the mission of Adi, our young mission has stepped into the city of Longyan... excited, excited, curious, nervous, embarrassed, trembling - all the silly you can imagine."

"Glover is glaring and stunned. It seems that as long as the Northland people will respect him, the old smoker Alpent can never put down his pipe. In those few days, he did not touch it at all; Barney is the vice captain of the Royal Guard. He suspected that he might have hidden enemies in his ear canal; Sakuel was the rookie of the Guards, and for the first time he went with the expedition, he tried to pretend to be a serious look, even now Wyah. Not as good as it is."

Putilai no longer **** his pipe.

His eyes solidified in midair, and he turned to the distance that only existed in the memory.

"But Wang Zizi, the young Midier just smiles."

Tyres did not speak. He thought about the day he first arrived in Longyan City, and then depicted the day when another comet reached Longyan City forty-three years ago.

"He seems to be burying all his emotions in his smile, whether sad or painful, whether nervous or embarrassed."

The room was silent.

Puttier re-infused the pipe into his mouth and took a sip.

It’s like leaving behind memories.

"A few decades have passed, when I return to Longyan City," Ptoile’s face was blurred in the smoke, but his voice was heard, and the cloth was not read. Feelings of understanding: "I thought I would feel relieved, or emotionally, or as an experienced person, smiling at this original city?"

"Like you are now, I am saddened by the fall of this city."

The smoke dissipated and the thin old man looked up.

"But no." He was indifferent.

Tyres frowned.

Puttier looked straight at him, his eyes cold: "Nothing."

Taylors held his breath unconsciously.

"Because the only memory that comes back to my eyes is not a brick, a tile, or a brick."

Putile shook his head and he lifted his foot and walked toward the prince.

Tyres looked at him slyly and didn't know what to say.

"After many years, I figured it out," said Putty, standing in front of Tells, looking straight into his eyes: "What really makes me remember is not the Dragon City."

"And it was only the companions in Longyan City and the smile of His Highness Didier."

It was the old people who did not understand each other that year.

“It’s not this land that you should remember,” the old man whispered. “It’s the people on this land and the stories you experienced with them.”

silence.

For a long while, the complicated Thales was able to speak: "What about them?"

Putilai’s eyes moved.

"The mission of the year," the prince silently added: "Those who have experienced the story with you?"

But Puttier did not answer.

He did not hesitate to move forward, passing over the side of Tyres and getting out of the room.

"You should go."

Taylor looked up and fixedly looked at the window for a while.

"Yeah," said Tyres, sighing and tidying up the neat collar: "It's time to go."

The prince turned and took the room.

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"Although this is the command of the Grand Duke of the Grand Duke, I still recommend that you act in a low-key manner in the hearing of the political council," Lord Justin, who is in charge of the escort, from the **** courtyard to the corridor of the Yingling Palace: "In your capacity, It is unwise to appear too high-profile in front of several counts in Longyan City."

"Of course," Tyres did not change his face: "Thank you for your reminder, Lord."

He automatically ignored the Longyan City guards in his body, accompanied by Wyatt and Rolf, and made great progress.

Justin nodded and he returned to his ranks.

Wye pouted, apparently dissatisfied with the attitude of the former White Blade Guard deputy commander.

The attendant officer was dull and his eyes were dignified. He clearly perceived the atmosphere of the wind and rain. On his side, Rolf's face was still hidden under the silver mask, and he did not distinguish his mood.

“Why don’t you bring Miss Eda?” Wyah worried about the truth: “In such a big day, your safety...”

"You heard the Lord's words," said Tyles, shaking his head and sighing. "In the hall of the serious hero, she probably only got into trouble - especially in the face of the North."

Rolf turned his head and glanced at Wyatt with a scorn, and compared him to a gesture that Wye could not understand.

"But as you said, Your Highness, the vassals of Longyan City are not the female grandfather, their attitude towards you," Wyatt forced to resist the dissatisfaction with her companions, moving forward two steps, whispered: "You know, This is a dispute between the Northland people, you can stay out of it."

Tyres raised his eyebrows.

"Wai Ya, would you miss the past?"

Wyatt sighed at the answer to this question: "His Royal Highness?"

Tyres shook his head, as if he had just reacted with a chuckle: "Sorry... you know, today Putil is particularly sentimental, feeling like the elders before the old man, mother-in-law - I was also influenced by him. ""

Wye looked suspiciously at the prince, and kept her feet in her eyes. The worry in her eyes was even worse: "I certainly miss the past, Your Highness, but I am more concerned about the future... Your future."

Tyres twitched his mouth.

On one side, Rolf made a taunting quirk, and Wyah was a bit uncomfortable.

"Rolf," the prince shifted his goal: "Do you miss the past?"

Tyres looked back at the ghosts in the wind, and remembered the distant past: "You know, those blood bottles help, the days of bloodshed on the streets."

Rolf's eyes are fascinating.

But after a few seconds, the ghost with the wind quickly raised his head, compared to a gesture.

【Do not. 】

“No?” Tyres sighed: “At least you were still free at the time.”

The eyes on the Rolf mask were slightly moved.

free?

Blood bottle help...

Catherine boss...Neva

Rolf clenched his fists and felt a faint pain in his throat and knees.

He raised his hands again and compared sign language to continue his private conversation with the prince.

It’s not a taste in the heart of Wye, who looks at one side.

[Body, freedom. 】

Rolf’s eyes were indifferent, and he patted his heart:

[But here, no. 】

Taylors laughed.

"So you would rather continue your life now?" The prince shook his head. "This is not a good way to go."

Rolf sighed with a heavy sigh of relief from his mouth, as if he was scornful of the employer's words.

The ghost of the wind shrugged and knocked on his knees.

The hum of the metal came out under the clothes.

[So I changed my legs. 】

Taylors chuckled and provoked the guards on both sides to turn back frequently.

“Very good,” the prince looked happy: “Today, you go with me to the hall, Midila.”

Rolf nodded.

But Wyah immediately realized that it was wrong:

"His Royal Highness?"

Taylor looked back at his attendant: "And you stay outside the hall, Wyah."

Wye's face has changed.

"but……"

Before he finished, Tyres turned back and grabbed Wye's shoulder and pulled him to himself.

"listen."

"I need you outside, I need to do something for me, it may sound ridiculous," Wyah, who is taller than the prince, is close to the latter by Tyres, listening to him whispering: "In fact, I I hope I can't use it..."

"His Royal Highness," Wyatt pulled her face down, anxious: "If you feel something wrong, please..."

But Tyres interrupted him.

"Remember what I said to you a few days ago," the prince looked like usual, but his eyes were extremely serious: "Wye, no matter what happened..."

Wyatt stunned, and he looked at the look of Tyres, and the scene where they first met.

prince……

you……

"I know, ‘don’t panic,’” the attendant’s voice was bitter, retelling the words of Tyres: “And ‘believe you’.”

Tyres nodded and smiled: "Do you believe me?"

Wye didn't talk, he tightened his face and pressed his fist to his heart, a slight glimpse.

Tyres patted him on the shoulder and smiled and nodded.

They continued to move forward, crossing the gradually increasing court guards and Dagong guards until they stood in front of the familiar hero hall.

Listen to the government day.

Tyres chewed the word in a dignified manner and walked into the hall.

When I took the name of the chapter, I was a little absent-minded. I kept chanting "listening to the political day", "listening to the political day" and "listening to the political day", and the result was subconsciously mistyped.

Fortunately, I was awakened when I was about to release, and changed "Jin Zhengri" back to "Listen to the government day."

The book buddies, the book almost disappeared!

There is a chapter in the early hours of the morning.

(End of this chapter)