Chapter 318 Romantic Story

"Is this another joke?"

For a long while, in the shocked group, Earl Kutson was the first opening in the haze:

"clown?"

Ian turned and suffered from the lack of good looks in the hall, and smiled at the female grandfather.

"Cautiously answer," Cotterson's tone was full of anger and malice, not waiting for the other party to answer:

"This will kill you."

Silence's Silence notes that although most of the vassals are surprised, there are still a few people who are special.

Knowing the innermost situation, the Regency of Regency was frowning, and Nazer, the old-fashioned dragon, looked stunned. The always-defining Kelkaiguer stared at the female grandfather, still motionless.

Taylor's thoughts moved: next to the woman's body, Nie Lai, who was chilly, glared at the star prince in the corner.

The murderous look is like saying: You.

I know it is you, the little prince.

In the face of the vigilance and hostility that the comet had never let go, Taylors had to show a weak smile with a friendly attitude.

"This is my most sincere heart," Ian’s words interrupted his thoughts: "I am coming here..."

Ian’s arrogant words are not finished.

"how dare you?"

This time, the Earl of Hearst, the golden beard, was obviously not more than his peers when he was thirty years old. He saw his body leaning forward, holding his knees tightly, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes were constantly overwhelmed. The female grandfather and the self-satisfied Ian back and forth:

"In front of us, so humiliating the Lord of the Dragon City?"

"I can't see where it is humiliating," Ian rolled his eyes to the ceiling, freely and freely spread his hands:

"More than 600 years ago, the "seeking truth" Curry Kun was the most powerful and trusted knight of Nakaru, and their blood descendants, the Ronnie family and the Walton family, is it strange? ”

“At least more qualified than you?”

Many nobles gave a disdainful and hateful coldness, and Taylor even heard the creaking of the fist joints.

Tyres glanced at the vassals in the hall and concluded:

Ian made a lot of anger.

The Earl of Nazer, who had led the topic before, coughed heavily, and the group of ministers was quiet.

"I believe that Grand Danny did not give us any reminders," the old count said slowly:

"So, I think this is just your personal impulse?"

In the face of Nazaire, Ian rarely converged a disrespectful look and nodded gently:

"Oh, about my father... I don't think he will object."

The Earl of Nazer turned his eyes and glanced at the female grandfather intentionally or unintentionally.

Selma just looked at the dialogue on the field, and it seemed that the thoughts were difficult to understand.

"Ms. I want to stop here today," the voice of Long Yucheng Regency came steadily:

"The visitor of the city of Qiyuan has too much to ask for."

Brisbane was rarely standing with the vassals. He looked coldly at Ian, who was relaxed. The words were unceremonious: "The negotiations between the city of Pray and the city of Longyan need to be replaced by a messenger. It is."

As soon as this was said, the missions of the city of Qiyuan were anxious like hot pot ants.

But Ian just laughed.

"Ask for?"

The viscount of the Zicheng of the city of Qiyuan seems to have heard the most boring joke: "Don't you see it, I propose to the female prince - this is a good deed of our mutual benefit?"

Immediately, the vassals sighed disdainfully, and some even cursed.

"Win-win? Good deeds? Loss you can tell." Consistently expressionless Earl Linna, the key to continuing to hit the spot:

"Dragon City doesn't need you to have a lot of charity, and it won't make you feel guilty!"

“Hey, what?”

Ian disdainfully sighed from the nostrils: "Who is just arguing for the soldiers, who is the forced marriage of the female grandfather?"

He shook his head and shook his head:

"The adults of Longyan City."

Count Linna looked at him quietly and did not speak.

It was the face of Earl Cotterson that was gradually distorted.

A few seconds later, the voice of Earl Cotson containing hate and anger sounded clearly:

"Listen, shameless clown."

Kateson stared at Ian: "You go back and tell your father: Longyan City is not a city of Qiyuan. We are not popular here with the Xitao people who are squatting."

As soon as this statement came out, the vassals of Longyan City issued low-pitched laughter.

Ian’s eyes twitched and his shoulders trembled.

Taylors narrowed his eyes: Wait, the Ronnie family is clearly the name of the North, but Kutson says so...

Marriage with Xixia’s bitter people...

Tyres scorned the ugly Ian, remembering what he had talked about, his mother was a "local man" who prayed for the city, and suddenly thought about it.

Brisbane coughed.

"Lord Ian, we are clear about your purpose."

"But you need to know that we are talking about not only marriage, not just war," Lisbo Regency stood in the middle of the hall, warning everyone with his eyes, and Ian said:

"This is politics."

Ian took a breath and put away the look that was just unnatural, chuckling:

"What I am talking about is politics - the politics of marriage and war."

The Count of Brisbane did not speak, and he looked at Taylors unexpectedly.

With the gaze of Brisbane, the prince was jealous.

This old guy seems to know what they are thinking about?

"I am rude, Count of Brisbane, but..." Ian shrugged, and slowly opened:

"Why are you all rushing to speak for the female grandfather?"

In the hall, including the Brisbane, the vassers face a slight change.

Many eyes were transferred back to Selma, but the latter was only squinting and not saying a word.

The heir to the city of Qiyuan was so sullen, as if from the cynical Guigong, he replied to the cold Viscount Ian:

"Is it just that you who want to show the world the 'cruel side' to her?"

Ian looked up and seriously looked at the female grandfather on the stage:

"Selma, I am talking to you as a praying city."

"I only accept the answer from you."

The sound is cold.

Clean and neat.

Selma subconsciously clenched her lower lip.

The Earl of Cotterson, who was raging, was about to speak, but Brisbane and Nazer had raised their hands at the same time and stopped him.

Cotterson understood their eyes:

This is not their turn.

Brisbane and Nazer looked up tacitly and looked at Selma, waiting for her response.

The air in the hall seemed to stagnate and no longer flow.

On the steps, the pale face and the breathing accelerated Selma glanced at the people in the hall.

Until hitting the eyes of Tells.

Taylors understood her eyes.

The one he was familiar with, with a flustered and awkward look.

The Star Prince smiled slightly. He raised his fist and gently gripped it at his heart.

You can, Selma.

you can do it.

The vassals still stared at her tightly, and their eyes were full of scrutiny and attention to strangers.

In the chaotic field, Selma and Tyre's eyes touched.

Taylors bowed his head and sighed in his heart: Of course, Selma, if you can't...

He looked at his right palm, which had two scars that were drawn with a dagger when he was young.

He took a deep breath: nothing, and I am.

There is also the last card.

A few seconds later, the female grandfather loosened her lower lip, slightly curled her mouth and nodded slightly.

Her tight face finally loosened.

"My vassals, their meaning is already clear..." Selma spit out a sigh of relief, "The lord of the Viscount."

She spoke slowly, one word at a time: "The marriage between us is impossible."

Ian’s expression moved.

As if someone had opened the window, the air that had solidified in the hero hall finally flowed again.

Tyres felt that many vassals were relieved with a sigh of relief.

The six counts were especially special: Nazaire once again looked at Brisbane opposite, but the Regents just avoided his gaze.

This made Nazer also pondering.

Selma bowed his head and took a deep breath: "I am very grateful for your pursuit, but you are the heir to the city of Qiyuan, and I am the daughter of Longyan City, even if I am shallow, I know that this is never There have been precedents."

In the eyes of the vassals who were much more friendly than before, the female prince cleared his throat and took out the spirit of answering questions in the Hicks class, slowly speaking:

"The consequences of our marriage will lead to unpredictable consequences, making the entire Exeter unbalanced, causing unnecessary trouble..."

But she was interrupted by Ian’s eating and laughing.

"And you just let the vassals pinch you? Selma?"

Tells saw: Earl of Nazaire and Earl of Brisbane frowned again.

Ian shook his head and his voice rose.

"Oh no, no, dear Selma," said the Viscount, raising his index finger and sighing, "Don't think about your concerns first, think about the problems at hand - if you even sit with the female grandfather Unstable, it is meaningless to worry about the imbalance of the kingdom."

Selma glimpsed, and the faces of the vassals were only more and more ugly.

Ian’s eyes swept through the six counts and smirked: “The ‘girl grand prince’ is very clear: your status is not stable, and the free alliance is a rare opportunity for you in six years.”

Ian’s smile became a bit horrible, and his words were sharp: “But today, if you are in the political meeting of the nobles, under the coercion of the vassals, you are forced to waste this rare opportunity... ..."

"From that moment on, the whole Exeter will know: You are just a ruleless ruler, and after today, your vassals will only intensify, and they will be more self-respecting than the past."

Taylors saw that the faces of the six counts had changed.

The female grandfather did not speak.

"Selma, avoid becoming a woman who is unconceited and manipulated by people," said the successor of the city, "I don't want what you want?"

"Then, good girl," Ian said faintly:

"And then think about my proposal: As long as we are praying for the victory by the city of Qiyuan, the silence of the female prince of Longyan City becomes a shameful shack, you have not humiliated the family, Walton's Nothing is damaged."

Ian smiled a little: "And after my victory, this will be the whole of Exeter's beautiful talks - from a grand and an anti-purpose allusion to a romantic story for love."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

The female grandfather still looks at Ian intricately, as if thinking about his proposal.

Earl Linna looked at the Earl of Cotterson and felt uncomfortable with each other.

It seems that after a century, Selma raised his head slowly, and his tone was a bit sloppy: "At that time, I had to marry you when I was in love."

"Because you are the most sincere pursuer who has maintained the honor of his father for me, right?"

At that moment, the vassals of the entire hall breathed together.

"Ms!"

The young and ardent Earl of Hearst couldn't stand it anymore, his golden beard was shaking: "I swear, as long as the Hearst family is still there, no one can force you!"

Selma smiled at him with a stubborn smile.

"Then you can count on these people?" Ian jerked his head up:

"If you can use marriage to save your status, then why is it not a better choice for Qiyuan City?"

"Even, because of the support of the city," Ronnie, who looks like a winner, smiled and shook his head: "In the future, no matter who you want, if you want to despise your authority in Longyan City, you must first consider it." The price of doing this."

The voice just fell, and the atmosphere in the hall became different.

The voices of the vassals on both sides are smaller, but they are even shorter.

It was the regency of Brisbane and the silence of Count Nazaire.

Tyres took a deep breath, regained his observations and drove unnecessary thoughts out of his brain.

So far, everything is going well.

As long as there is no accident...

No, not too optimistic.

He clenched his roots.

Think about what might happen unexpectedly.

For example, the relationship between Brisbane and the vassals is worse than our imagination.

Another example: Beidi people's views on women are deep-rooted, far beyond their loyalty to the mission, the importance of honor, and the obligations to Longyan City and Dagong.

For another example, what he was most worried about - Teres thought of it, squinting at Ian - the midnight of the princess.

Perhaps, it is more profitable to win the marriage of Longyan City than to directly help Longyan City to help?

Taylors is thinking about every possibility.

I hope not to go to that step, I hope...

Don't have an accident.

if not……

Taylor looked back at the door.

Rolf noticed his eyes and returned with a questioning look:

【just now? 】

Tyres shook his head and gestured:

[No, nothing. 】

Nothing is going on.

"In addition," Ian sighed and shook his head toward Selma with great grace: "I hope you understand that at least compared to your vassals, I have no intention of persecution."

"What we need is just a symbol that Long Yucheng is standing with Qiyuan City and the sign that the Ronnie family is fighting for Walton."

He nodded very kindly: "I am not in a hurry - I can propose to you after I come back with your banner."

Selma, who looked very dignified, heard this and couldn’t help but glimpse.

She hesitated to speak: "His Excellency, you are... very confident."

Ian laughed: "Because I believe that no one is more qualified than a person who personally defends the family's honor."

He looked around the audience and laughed at the vigilant eyes of the Longyan City vassals:

"And which of the suitors, than in the moment of crisis, did not hesitate to stand up and stand in front of you, to resist all the damage for you, for the sake of your safety and glory ..."

“What better?”

In times of crisis...

Come forward...

Resist the damage...

Fighting...

Selma took a moment to go, she raised her head subconsciously and looked in the direction of Ian.

Ian frowned, thoughtful.

Tyres lowered his head and was very uncomfortable to avoid the eyes of someone who subconsciously cast.

He opened his fists and tried to get rid of all the extra thoughts and press the unnatural feeling.

But when he bowed his head, he saw Ian’s boots: it was not the same as the usual aristocratic boots of the North.

But at this moment, Taylors only felt that the boots were ugly.

“This is an easy choice.”

Ian finished the whole collar, so it was all right.

In the hall, the vassals saw the women's public complex eyes watching the visitors to the city of Qiyuan, and they all changed.

The disgust in the eyes of Earl Cotson has escalated into hatred, and Earl of Hearst even squeaks his teeth, and his life suppresses anger.

"No, ma'am," Earl of Hearst's gasp is getting louder and louder:

"Please take the test carefully..."

"Count, sorry." But the female grandfather just reached out and shook his head and interrupted Hearst.

I saw her put away a thoughtful expression, cleared her throat, and turned to Ian again.

Selma Road:

"So, you finished this battle in the name of proposing to me, defending my reputation and authority, and then we are married?"

Ian’s eyes lit up and nodded.

"Exactly, for this reason, I will bring the Dragon Gun Flag to the Free Fort in the cloud. You can spread your prestige in Exeter without the need for a soldier, and save your family's reputation." Grace continues to be slow and authentic:

"Even even the most powerful reinforcement: the vast and magnificent territory of Qiyuan City will be your backing, you don't have to be restrained... if you know what I mean."

He shrugged.

At that moment, the entire hall was like the eternal oil flowing in the snow and ice. At the moment of ignition, the flame of anger and the chill of hatred rose at the same time.

"Fucking thinks who he is."

Kirtson gloomy face, biting the teeth of Earl, the same expression.

The expressions of the martial arts of the Longyan City fell to the freezing point, and Taylor could even hear the fists of some people creaking.

The messengers of the city of Qiyuan were brought to the cloud by the young master who did not follow the common sense from the beginning of the journey, but this time they fell into deep thought.

Tyres frowned, and he suddenly knew why Ian deliberately sat near him - Lord Justin had ample manpower in this corner to protect the safety of the prince, and most of the seals were separated. minister.

Otherwise, Exeter will probably have the tragedy of the ‘Ronnie family’s dying dragons’ city tomorrow.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief:

At this moment, the Star Prince is probably no longer the most unpopular person in Longyan City.

But will they succeed?

Nazaire, who had not heard for a long time, looked at the female grandfather deeply and then turned to Ian.

"Curi Kun Ronnie actually has such a son," the old count coughed:

"He married a wife, he really earned."

Ian’s face was stiff, but he smiled reluctantly.

"enough!"

On the one side, Earl of Linna has a cold opening:

"If it is to prove the position of Long Yucheng and Qiyuan City, I believe that we can find suitable candidates for marriage in the bloodline of the Walton family."

"But the female grandfather is the heavy responsibility of Longyan City, she can't marry you."

Ian snorted.

"It’s coming again, you are talking to the female grandfather again, as if you are already her husband," said the viscount, who stunned his hand and looked sharp:

"But can you really protect her?"

Boom!

Earl of Hearst slammed into the seat with a smudged, golden beard:

“Why are we still wasting time?”

Earl Cotson agreed with the voice: "Guards! Go out to the West and go out!"

Just at this time.

"You!"

The clear voice of the female tyrant interrupted the upcoming conflict in the field:

"As a master, keep your manners."

Taylors looked up and, with the vassals, turned his eyes to Selma.

coming.

final hit.

I hope there are no surprises.

"His Excellency."

"I have to say that you gave me an interesting proposal." Selma sighed.

“It’s quite tempting.”

The faces of the vassals suddenly became ugly.

"Without one soldier, you can solve the Freedom League, restore my prestige and the dignity of the family, and even get the support of the city." Selma squeezed a smile and the voice was full of fatigue. ,

“Just pay only one, the so-called romantic story.”

Ian said with respect:

"exactly."

Selma looked at him quietly and nodded.

The vassals can no longer sit still.

Hurst couldn’t help but exclaimed: "Ms.!"

Earl Linna narrowed her eyes and looked at the Regent:

"Lisbane, as the head... As a regent, you have an obligation to discourage women from blind behavior."

But the Count of Brisbane just ignored it and continued to look at Selma, and there was a stranger in his eyes.

"Fuck," Cotterson was furious:

"Lisban, we all know that the lady listens to you, don't pretend to die, say something!"

Nazer also frowned, but his eyes looked at Brisbane.

Only the always silent Kierkegael still said nothing, quietly watching the situation in the field.

The rest of the size of the vassals responded differently, or worried, or eager, or gnashing their teeth.

Tyres looked at the expressions of these vassals and clenched his fists.

Selma smiled and still looked at Ian.

"So, dear Selma," Ian cheerfully raised his hand:

"Are we reaching a consensus?"

"Warton and Ronnie's great marriage?"

Selma's smile became more and more embarrassing, and even more relieved.

Taylor closed his eyes.

Under the attention of the entire hero hall, the female grandfather of Longyan City gently leaned back on the back of the seat and looked at the dragon stone in the cloud at the top of the head.

"His Excellency," only listened to the voice of the female prince, as if from the horizon:

"Do not."

At that moment, the whole hall first heard the sound of different rhythms, and then immediately quieted down.

Ian stunned: "Selma, what?"

In the next second, Selma straightened up from the seat and was sitting in danger and becoming serious again.

Earl of Nazaire narrowed his eyes, and the Count of Brisbane frowned.

"I said, Lord Viscount: 'No.'"

"As the female grandfather of Longyan City," the female grandfather looked coldly at the heirs of the city of Qiyuan. One word: "I refuse your proposal."

"More will not marry you."

"The dragon has to take back his dignity and never have to fake others."

Ian frowned.

"Also, please call me "Female Grand Duke" or "Ms."," Selma said quietly:

"We are not familiar enough to be able to name each other."

(End of this chapter)