Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 290 Broken Dragon (on)

When Tyres ran his head over the heavy guards, his eyes were more fierce than the usual ones—especially the warning eyes from Nilailai, passing through the old thick arc-top door and entering his familiarity. At the time of the Nakaru Library, the prince of the stars was worried about the meeting that should have been casual and relaxed.

Does Selma know the political vortex he is in?

Unconsciously, the girl is already in an inescapable game. She is faced with the ruthless players such as Lombard, Ronnie and Longyan.

Taylors didn't know how much Lisban had told her, and she didn't know what the status of the woman was, and he didn't even know what kind of attitude and position he should use to face Selma.

In front of the girl who was once, now the lady.

The library is still the same, and the arc-shaped cloister, which is filled with rows of tall bookshelves, passes through his vision in the intertwining of light and shadow: the passage next to the bookshelf is bright and clear by the reflective gemstones of the brazier and ceiling, and is cut off. There is only darkness and embarrassment between the bookshelf and the bookshelf.

Tyres walked between the light and the shadows with anxiety and anxiety, walked through rows of bookshelves, and came to the place where he and the two girls met for the first time six years ago - the first between the two countries. The glass cabinet of the treaty.

"you are late."

Long Yucheng female grandmother quietly sat on a chair, lying on his knees with a thick book.

Tyres looked around suspiciously. Unsurprisingly, at the end of the cloister, he saw the female officer and two maids. The former was like a statue, with both hands, looking at the front gracefully and noblely.

The prince took a deep breath and walked over to Selma, lowering his voice.

"Selma, listen, I..."

The female grandfather who did not lift her head interrupted him and could not see the expression, but the voice was very calm: "This batch of books was newly collected by the merchants from the dragon kiss. I heard that many of them are ancient books and manuscripts. ”

Tyres raised his eyebrows and was surprised by the fact that Selma interrupted him.

He just hesitated for a while, then pulled a wooden seat, turned the seat back to Selma, sat down heavily, his arms on the back of the chair.

At that moment, the prince felt a bit dry.

"Hey," faced with more than six years old friends, he rarely said bluntly: "I... I heard about what happened on the political day."

The girl did not answer, but her hand did not turn the page again.

"I want to say, hey," after seeing Selma, Taylors only felt that he had become stupid. If he had a stomach, he couldn’t know where to start. He could only stiffly say: "Thank you - protection. I am."

The female grandfather still did not look up, but she snorted a little from her nose. If it wasn’t for Tyres’s hearing, she almost thought she was distracted.

"But," Taylors sighed. "I heard it too..."

"This new book, I just flipped through the catalog," however, the female tycoon interrupted him again: "There is a lot of content inside that you care about, such as the end of the battle."

"There are dragons..."

Selma's face is still hanging down, almost parallel to the book.

Tyres has a tight face.

Her mood is wrong.

"Selma."

"About listening to the government day," Taylors remembered two conversations between Putila and him, clenching his teeth: "You... I..."

"Well, marriage."

Taylors stunned: "Ah?"

Selma looked up slowly, revealing a smile with a touch of scent.

"This is when you train today, I want to talk to me," the female grandfather sneered and said: "Isn't it?"

Tyres couldn't help but notice that there were some red silk in the girl's eyes.

He nodded subconsciously:

"Ok."

Selma closed the book on his knee and sighed softly.

"So, what do you want to say?"

She put the book on the side of the table, straightforward: "Recommended a husband to me?"

When Selma said this, he raised his eyebrows and looked quite aggressive.

Tyres’s words were a bit sloppy, and his mouth was one and the other, but in the end he could only say a few words: "I..."

"I want to ask..."

Selma was slightly biased, and the blue eyes behind the nose-necked glasses stared at him motionlessly.

Tyres first discovered that the girl’s gaze was so difficult to parry.

After a few seconds, the prince who still couldn’t organize the language had to breathe out a sigh of relief, so it’s easy to say: “So, about your marriage... what they say.”

"What is the candidate?"

This time, Selma stared at him firmly and stared for ten seconds.

Let Taylor's heart linger.

In the end, Selma breathed a sigh of relief from his nose and shook his head to remove his gaze.

"It is those people who are directly under the vassals, such as the Earl of Hearst." She was faint.

"Hurst?" Tyres frowned. "The Count of the Iron County? The golden beard?"

"Yes."

Selma added with a blank expression: "In the direct vassal of Longyan City, his age is the same as mine."

The prince grabbed the back of the chair and straightened up.

"Age is it?"

Tyres widened his eyes and spit out a sigh of relief. After the initial surprise, he dismissed the truth: "Yes, it’s only twenty years older than you."

Selma looked at him intriguingly:

"Or the son of a nobleman, Count Nazaire has a son in his early twenties and is a family heir."

"Little Nazaire?" Taylors frowned again:

"Hah, I heard that his fame has been known from the maids in the city to the sows in the suburbs..."

The female grandmother raised her eyes in confusion: "How did you know that?"

Tyres snorted and shook his head: "After the kitchen's gossip: At the banquet, the maids have to... forget it, it doesn't matter."

Selma raised his mouth and seemed to be dissatisfied: "If it doesn't work, there is Charles..."

This time, Taylor interrupted her.

"Count of Brisbane? Regent?"

The prince seems to have seen the most incredible thing: "My God, the old man has even his grandson!"

"Tells."

Selma seems to have finally had enough of Tyre's tone, she said coldly:

"The person I said is the grandson of Charles."

Taylors: "..."

Selma stared at the ground with dissatisfaction, and the sly Tyres put his chin on his arm, and there was nothing to say at the moment.

Finally, the silence between the two was broken by the female grandfather: "Tells."

Just listening to her with a tired voice, whispered, "Do you want to see me getting married?"

Tyres did not speak immediately.

"Selma," A few seconds later, Thales was able to speak out, his voice was low: "Tell me the truth."

"Do you really want to get married?"

Selma raised his head sharply and his face was tight.

“Is this important?”

The girl’s words sounded like a sigh in the prince: “You know, I have to get married.”

Tyres frowned slightly, and he straightened up and moved the chair closer.

"We have known each other for six years, you know..."

The prince looked serious: "I don't want to see you being unhappy, I don't want to see you being forced to do something reluctant."

"because……"

Selma looked at him slyly.

Because I am killing you like this.

Tyles closed his mouth and said to himself in a blank mood.

His eyes appeared six years ago, the moment when the little slicker promised to help him, and the moment when the little slicker was declared the female grandfather of Longyan.

Tyres sighed and leaned his chin back on the back of the chair.

A few seconds later, the female grandmother turned her head and looked at the other side.

"Even if I don't want to, but what about it?" Selma's voice came suddenly:

"What can you do?"

"Can you forbid them to marry me?"

The female grandfather is still leaning her head, can't see her expression, but her shoulders are shaking slightly: "Can you still... don't let me marry them?"

Taylors raised his gaze and groaned in his heart.

She doesn't like it - he tells himself.

Tyres sighed: "If you don't want to, don't marry them."

Selma suddenly turned back and stared at him coldly.

"Oh." She snorted.

"If I don't marry them," the girl's gaze was strange at the moment: "Who should I marry?"

Taylors only felt a slap in the eye.

Before the female Dagong said something strange, he suddenly stood up from the chair.

"That, I mean to say..."

"You are a female grandfather," Taylors coughed, learning the look of a big policeman in his memory, scratching his head: "As long as you stick to your will, no one can force you to do what you don't want." Things - if you don't want a husband, you don't have to force yourself to marry."

After saying this, Tyres only felt uncomfortable, and he shrugged and smiled.

Selma looked at him deeply and said nothing.

For a long while, the female prince whispered: "You also saw today's black sand collar envoy... Shire told me that the Freedom League is not that simple..."

"Charles also said that Longyan City has no choice. If I want to win the support of the vassal, and maintain the authority of the female grandfather..."

"Then you can't even marry anyone!"

Tyres interrupted her words and quickly added: "You can't hope to use marriage to win support."

"Think about it, you only have one person," the prince took a deep breath and stared at Selma's eyes: "And Long Yaocheng has six counts, no matter who you marry..."

"Maybe you can calm down the storm and spend this crisis."

"But the price is: you will soon be involved in a deeper battle in the city of Longyan," Taylors sighed:

"Because your new husband is one of them, you will no longer be able to stay out of the relationship between the vassals. You can't be a supreme and fair arbitrator, and you can't rule this land as their squad..."

"And, to compromise with the nobility with their own marriage, the female grandfather who does this is not loyal."

This time, Selma stared at him for a long time.

Staring at Taylors is a bit embarrassing.

"You know," the voice of the girl is a little floating:

"The same is true of Charles."

"Lisban?" Taylors is a singer: "He also opposed you getting married?"

Selma did not answer him directly. She laughed and said: "But the vassals will be very upset."

She is languid: "What do I do? What should I do in Longyan?"

"They were very dissatisfied with me. I said that I was not stable, I was not good, and my dress and talk were not mature..."

"If I still refuse to marry them, there are no children..."

The female Dagong sighed slightly, and she was a bit stunned and tired: "I know: in the future, no matter whether they send troops or laws, they will not cooperate."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know why, after knowing that Brisbane also opposed the lord's marriage, he inexplicably felt relieved.

But he turned his head and saw the expression of the female grandfather's depression and bitterness.

Tyres gently pinched his fist.

He sat back in the chair again.

"No, Selma," the prince said earnestly: "This has nothing to do with your manners and style, and it has nothing to do with your dress and talk."

"Even if you are married or not, there is nothing to do with whether you have a child or not."

"Your vassals, they will have this attitude..."

Selma looked up and looked at him.

Tyres’ fists tightened and he took a deep breath.

"Because, because..."

But when he had not finished, he was interrupted again by the female grandfather.

"Because I am a female grandfather," Selma laughed. She tilted her head back and leaned back on the chair, leaning obliquely to look at a row of bookshelves in the distance: "It's a woman."

"A woman who makes them look down."

Taylors stunned.

"Yes, I know," Selma's voice was very low, and there was no emotion at all: "I always knew it."

"They are not used to it, and they don't like the rule of a woman. Whether they are enemies or not, they feel that such a dragon city is not safe. They feel that I am weak and ignorant..."

"So they urged me to marry: the female grandfather married the local Longyan City aristocrat, leaving a seed in my stomach, in the name of Walton, one day to give him the power. Then, Longyan City It’s settled down.”

Tyres didn't talk, but he held his hand on the back of the chair more hard.

"Listen to the political day, no matter what I said, everyone's eyes will only look to Charles," Selma's words are like unconsciously dreaming: "Yes, they will vote for Charlie." If he is wrong, he will blame him."

"More than this time, it used to be the same."

"It will be in the future."

Selma shook his shoulders gently, and he numbly smiled.

"My so-called vassals, no one cares about me," the voice of the female grandfather is very weak. She leans her weight on the back of the chair and seems to have lost all her strength: "They care only the title of female grandfather." And the blood of Walton."

"And myself, it doesn't matter at all - except my belly, because there is a species of Walton."

Tyres slightly bites his teeth.

Selma took a deep breath and looked at Taylors with red eyes.

She suddenly smiled.

"Maybe they are right, Tyres."

Selma bit her lower lip and her face was blank: "What about a woman, maybe I can't do it at all."

"Maybe I am born to be weak, I should rely on others."

The female voice is getting more and more embarrassed.

In the thick and quaint library, she leaned back against the seat like this, faintly said: "When I was young, I leaned against Alex and became an unknown little maid."

"Growing up a bit, I rely on you and Nunn, and rely on your strength to become a woman."

"Now, I rely on Charles, who rules the city of Longyan for me and handles things that I can't think of."

"In the future, I must rely on my husband to rely on the blood in my stomach to stabilize Long Yucheng and live for the rest of my life."

"Not to mention, I don't even have the blood of Walton..."

"boom!"

The prince slaps on the back of the chair.

"Selma!" Taylors sternly screamed, screaming at the awesome girl.

"Selma, little slick," the prince took a deep breath and put on the most serious expression he could think of: "Do you know why I am pulling you to skip class?"

“Especially Ms. Kinsie’s etiquette class.”

Not waiting for the other party to answer, Taylors spoke up.

"Because you are a female grandfather," the teenager clenched his fist: "But they teach textile, sewing, embroidery, playing, singing, dancing, and holding a house."

"They regard you as the Grand Duke."

"Mrs. Dagong and Grand Duke, they are the same word," Tyres clenched his teeth: "There is a world of difference, not the same!"

(End of this chapter)