sultan's crescent

Chapter 62 Where is the song coming from?
Selim felt a little embarrassed to say that the majestic Sultan would be urged to marry, and he didn't even have to think about who the proposer was.

"What did my mother say? Ishak."

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Mishu Delpa didn't tell me, she just asked you to go there."

With an indescribable feeling, Selim walked towards the depths of Topkapi Palace.

Generally speaking, the distance from the Baghdad Palace to the back courtyard is actually relatively long, but for some reason, Selim feels that this distance is extremely short at this time.

He turned to the servant behind him and exhorted.

"Paul, after I go in later, you remember to listen to the movement, and if you feel something is wrong, take me out immediately."

"Your Majesty, this. You mean to use Sipaxi."

Selim glanced at the other party approvingly, and added.

"Pay attention, Paul, and help in time."

The Sultan then walked into the main hall. The temperature in the palace was very comfortable, and the fireplace was burning, emitting bursts of warmth.

"Your Majesty, do you need me to help you?"

Sudan looked at the maid in front of him, she was okay, she was pretty.

His mother's aesthetics are pretty good, Selim slowly took off his coat, and casually handed it to the maid in front of him.

"Then trouble you, put it on the shelf over there, and I will pick it up later."

After explaining, Selim walked in slowly under the leadership of another court lady.

"Hey, the Sultan just spoke to you."

"Okay, okay, I know."

"Do you think we have a chance?"

"Don't even think about it, how could the Sudan like us."

"It's impossible for me, not necessarily for you."

One of the maids secretly reached out to the other's face, but was opened.

"As you go, as you go, don't talk poorly here."

While joking, the two of them fled away.

Selim was already numb at this time, and the maid in front of him had already led him around a few corners, but he hadn't arrived yet.

It has to be said that the pressure on people is the greatest when this guillotine is about to fall.

"So, sister, did mother change some new arrangements? This seems to have been around for a long time."

"Ah, no, Your Majesty, it's just that I seem to be a little lost."

The palace lady who was leading the way turned around immediately, and she was already crying a little bit. Coupled with that weak little face, I looked pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I'll find it myself."

Selim strode to the front. What a vulgar fan, he deserves to be compared with my Sophia and Anna.

Mother always used this kind of trick to seduce him, but she didn't know that Sudan was a very decent person, how could he be tempted by beauty.

After several attempts, Selim finally emerged from the front porch of the palace.

"Mother has to change this habit. What's wrong with changing the arrangement every other month?"

While complaining, Selim looked back, but the other party didn't seem to follow.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to worry about it, but it seems a bit difficult to get Paul to save me later.

Sudan thought with some worry, and let the maid in front of him lead him out of his mother's residence.

There was a burst of laughter, which made Selim a little puzzled, what kind of play is this singing?

Based on the principle that stretching out the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife, Selim walked in slowly.

As soon as he entered, Selim immediately saw his mother chatting with two young girls, and the two sides exchanged various business ideas, and the scene was extremely exciting.

Due to the seating capacity, one of the girls who was facing Selim immediately stood up and bowed.

"My daughter greets Your Majesty, I wish the supreme ruler of the great Ottoman family, Sultan of Sultans, Khan of Khans, loyal Caliph, protector of Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, well today."

The other girl also hurriedly stood up and repeated it in a dignified manner.

After a while of saluting, Mrs. Mishudelpa, who had her back to Selim, didn't even look at her son, and patted the chair beside her.

"You still know how to come, um, if it wasn't for sending Ishak, you can find a bunch of reasons to prevaricate.

After all, you have been taken by him since you were a child, so you won't lose face to him.

As for me, you don't pay much attention to me. "

Mrs. Mishudelpa said lazily.

"I won't come once a month. I remember you were very clingy to me when you were a child. Why, you have become a Sudan and don't recognize your mother anymore."

At this moment, Selim was already walking with his head buried, what kind of memory killing, doesn't this mother know that it would be embarrassing to death to say such a thing.

Mrs. Mishudelpa laughed when she saw her son like this.

"Sit down, they are all sultans, and they don't look like kings yet."

Selim immediately straightened his body. He couldn't help it. He was used to it since he was a child, and he was not very able to resist the suppression of blood.

"Where is Tazia, didn't come in with you?"

Sultan replied with some embarrassment.

"She seems to have lost her way. I didn't bother to wait for her, so I came here first."

"Don't you like this kind the most? When I was a child, I read your diary like this."

Mrs. Mishudelpa asked in surprise, not paying any attention to the fact that the girls next to her seemed to be unable to hold back their laughter.

"Mom, don't talk about the past, let's talk about something serious."

Sudan's whole person is already in a bad mood. He feels that his reputation will be ruined by his mother.

"We're chatting, don't worry. Come on, let me introduce you, this is from the Chapan family. Don't you and Suleiman have a good time working together?
I was thinking, you can't hide this time, after all, it was you who asked me to hold my grandson before the age of 30.

It's all Sudan, and it's not good to keep your promises. "

Seeing her son's unlovable expression, Mrs. Mishudelpa laughed.

The girl who was pointed at this time stood up and began to introduce herself.

Until then, Selim finally focused on the girl in front of him.

The girl is not wearing traditional Islamic clothing, but the British style that Selim likes. The sable fur coat with purple velvet trim sets off the girl's temperament, and the girl's delicate face, although Not as good as Anna and Sophia.

But after all, Selim hadn't seen the two of them for a long time, so he was fascinated by seeing them for a while.

The girl was a little shy. As the noble daughter of the Chapan family and the jewel in Suleiman's palm, no one dared to stare at her like that before.

However, the one in front of you is the Sultan, the Sultan who led the empire to win the war, wiped out the Mamluks, tamed a group of Greeks, made his father and brother full of praise, and was willing to die for it ah.

Akali Chapan adjusted her mentality immediately, and said with a pair of eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"Your Majesty, hello, my name is Akali, Akali-Chapan."

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