Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 539: Never Kneeling

When the King stepped into Mindith Hall, Taylor breathed hard.

His knees crouched on the carpet in Mindith Hall, feeling the chill.

Many footsteps came from the front, one steadily leading, and the others shadowing.

Taylor heard his breathing clearly, and for the first time found them so harsh.

"Get up, everyone." The familiar voice came as thick as ever.

"This is a banquet, not an imperial conference-those old men are annoying enough."

No one dares to answer.

For a moment, the Duke of Xinghu seemed to be back six years ago, when he first knew he had arrived in Mindice Hall.

At that time, King Kessel met him for the first time, and the solemn atmosphere seemed to fracture the floor tiles, forcing the little beggar at that time to feel uncomfortable and dumb.

Tyers stared closely at the style of the carpet—then there should be no iron spurs—and the Duke found bitterly that after six years of experience and polishing, when the same scene reappeared, the heaviness he experienced was not the least Minus, but still has it.

King Nunn, King Chaman, all the enemies that made him jealous, no one can give him such a feeling.

why?

Why is this happening.

Thiels still bowed his head.

No matter they were guests or attendants, guards or servants, people saluted in a low voice, and they heard a lot of words.

It did not relax Taylor's nerves at all.

Finally, the quaint but precious boots stopped in front of him.

The bottom of the star's staff is on the carpet, and it takes root.

About a century later, a palm appeared in front of Taylor.

On it, the bronze ring marking the royal power shone slightly.

Thales shook his head for a moment, as if he saw that the kingdom was a conference. When the Ironfist King stepped into the hall of stars, the vassals of the kingdom bowed their knees and kissed the ring on his hand to show loyalty.

The Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath. He took off his gloves and held the palm, ready to kiss the king's ring according to etiquette.

But to Taylor's surprise, the king held his hand back the next moment, stopping him.

Taylor raised his head in surprise, but only saw a pair of deep blue eyes, looking at him coldly.

"When you are in the north," King Kessel slowly spoke, with an unusual tone, but the content was as heavy as ever: "When facing King Nunn, facing the new king, facing the entire Exeter ..."

"Have you bowed your knees?"

Thiels was shocked inside.

He stared at those bottomless blue eyes for a second, feeling the perseverance and thickness hidden inside, and swallowed his throat:

"No."

The teenager added the title quite difficult:

"His Majesty."

The next second, Thiels felt only a heavy hand, and the whole person was pulled from the ground involuntarily!

"Then don't have bad habits."

Kessel coldly, the majestic air seemed to form ice water and flow down the wall.

Thiels didn't even have time to react and think.

"As a brilliant star," the king looked blankly at his heir, "even though his legs are wasteful."

"Never bow your knees."

The surrounding crowd issued a fleeting argument, and it immediately fell silent.

"Especially at……"

The Ironfist King slowly let go. He looked at the statue of the three kings above the spiral ladder, stopped for a second, and looked at the chandelier above the head and the decoration in the hall.

"Here."

Accustomed to the low air pressure that often accompanies the opponent's body, Taylor was a little surprised.

He didn't let me kneel or kiss me.

In the past, the supreme king with deep momentum and heavy steps.

Today is ...

People bowing their bows still bowed their heads, wondering what they thought.

Thiels stared inquisitively at his father, but replied obediently:

"Yes."

He felt the difference in the atmosphere, and added a sentence with ingenuity:

"father."

King Kessel stared at him tightly, undecided, just regaining his scepter.

The interaction between the king and the prince seemed to be a command, and the people around him stood up one after another, and each performed his own duties around the king's arrival.

Following the commander of the Royal Guard, who was accompanying King Kessel, Lord Adrian saluted Thales with a slight smile, and then whispered something to Mallos.

Taylor was still thinking about it, and King Kessel didn't stop and didn't hesitate, passing him directly forward.

As if just now, it is just an episode in the royal family.

Until the king stopped again, facing the only person in the hall who refused to kneel and salute, let alone pardon him.

I saw Val Allende as a dazzling pillar firmly anchored on the floor of Mindice Hall. He looked at his old friend coldly and kept quiet.

Thiels smelled that slight tension.

King Kessel didn't say anything either, just staring silently at the Duke, his eyes turning back and forth in shackles.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

At that moment, there were too many things in their eyes.

The tacit silence between the two made the attendants around them anxious and embarrassed.

Until a gentle and pleasant female voice broke the silence.

"Unbelievable-is this little Taylor?"

Thiels turned slowly, facing another lady who was surrounded by many women and relatives following the king.

He couldn't help it.

The lady's dress was luxurious but elegant and lively. The eyes of Tyres were full of surprises:

"In a blink of an eye for so many years, look at your profile ... do you remember me?"

Thiels looked behind the lady: Ji Ni was dressed in a standard female official dress, with a calm expression, and nodded indiscriminately at him.

The boy smiled, held his stepmother's hand in a complicated and subtle mood, and leaned over to salute:

"Your Majesty the Queen, you still look."

Queen Keya's eyes brightened, while looking at Taylors, while turning back happily, to one of the female relatives:

"Look, Elise, he knew me at first sight, knowing that he was so small then ..."

The queen was radiant, her smile was sweet, her conversation was smooth, her nature was kind, and she made people feel good at first sight.

If Thales hadn't seen her six years ago.

"Of course." Among the female followers who followed the queen, another handsome lady looked to Taylor:

"Prince Taylor is known for his intelligence."

This lady, dressed in a dark dress and a velvet cape, was equally elegant, but a little more serene:

"Even in the north."

Taylor looked in silence at the velvet.

Keya grabbed Taylor's hand and looked up and down while sighing. She turned to Ji Ni, annoyed:

"Oh, Jenny, you should let me bring the children. Maybe Lydia is a little naughty, but at least you should bring Luther, let him learn his brother, and learn how to be a prince ... "

Hearing those two names, the smiles of the people around them stagnate.

Jenny's face was distressed. She made a wink at the velvet lady, her tone slightly urging:

"Keya ..."

The servants who followed in the Fuxing Palace had a tacit understanding, and the two maids came forward calmly.

But the queen still grasped Taylors to look at it, and refused to let go. It meant a bit to the stepson:

"You know, after all, they are children of the royal family, what can we do when they grow up ..."

Just then.

"Koya."

The thick voice sounded faintly, as if the city gate hinges were tightening.

The next moment, Queen Kea's cheerful words stopped.

She turned her head with a timid expression, looking at the king's back.

King Kessel extended his arms silently.

The queen gave Tyers an apologetic look, and stepped forward obediently, holding her husband.

"Var," Keya looked at the Duke of Val, who was standing opposite the king, and his eyes lighted up, as if he was asking a friend, as if he had not seen the shackles on his hands:

"Are you ok?"

The Duke of the North, who had been staring at King Kessel, moved slightly. He looked at the queen, his eyes frowning.

In the end, Vaal still spoke silently, disdainfully speaking:

"Can't be better."

The voice of the Duke of Arendt fell, and he turned to the banquet hall without looking back.

With a glance at Mallorse, Gray Patterson, who was in charge of the escort, followed closely with several members of the guard and remained vigilant.

"Let's go," King Kessel stared at the back of his childhood playmate, his voice slightly deeper:

"Someone has to wait."

The king stepped forward, without the need of the Adrian Guard commander, the royal guards who followed his servant faintly followed from the side, their looks remained the same, their posture was natural, and they were in place but not conspicuous.

In contrast, even if it comes from the same source, whether it is grace or style, it belongs to his Xinghu Guard ...

"It's my delusion," D.D carefully watched the royal scene behind Taylor, and whispered to Glover:

"Did the Mindice Hall really get cold?"

Glover took a glance at the faint sweat on his forehead and replied softly:

"Not an illusion."

Thiels sighed.

The next second, he suddenly felt his left hand tighten.

"Do you mind lending me an arm?"

Tyers turned his head in surprise, and the lady in velvet shoulder smiled and put his arms in his arms.

"Iris ... aunt."

Thiels looked at the adoptive daughter of the prince who had a relationship six years ago in a complicated mood, his eyes stayed on her shoulder, only a scar on his chest was faintly painful.

He said against his will:

"The shawl is beautiful."

Iris smiled lightly and beautifully:

"Thank you, and you've grown up--a man."

With his aunt in his arm, Tyles couldn't help keeping up with the steps of the king and queen, and the people who were standing beside him followed.

"no need to worry."

Compared to Taylor's stiffness, Alice paced calmly and smiled decently:

"You will get used to it slowly."

Get used to it slowly.

What are you used to?

Sighing in his heart, was he accustomed to the killer attributes of his father's own atmosphere, or to the intricate aristocratic circle in Wangdu?

They were several times behind the king and headed for the banquet hall.

Alice's voice suddenly became cold:

"laugh."

Thales froze.

"If you want to fight, you are fully armed."

Elise still showed her affectionate smile around her, but her voice was abrupt:

"On this battlefield, a smile is the best armor."

Tyers frowned.

Some are familiar.

But before he could figure out the answer, Alice had turned her head and looked at the people who unknowingly followed them.

"Congratulations, Thormond," Elise looked at Mallorce gently:

"I'm glad you became a guard watchman and a guard captain of Taylors."

Lord Mallorce nodded softly, his face was undisturbed, his tone calm:

"His Highness Elise."

On the contrary, after looking at the watchman, Iris was quite moved.

"Your father will be proud," Her Royal Highness sighed:

"His biggest wish is to see your family return to Qishou ..."

Mallos suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Alice:

"Please go in with your Majesty, Lord Duke."

"This is your welcome banquet and you won't want to miss it."

Mallos nodded to Tyers and accelerated towards Adrian.

Thiers followed the princess's steps hurriedly and thoughtfully:

"You and my guard captain, are you old?"

Alice looked at Mallor's back and slowly nodded.

"Before the fall," Razor "Mallory played a pivotal role in the Seven Stars of the Central Leadership, with power in the wild. In the genealogy, there were only three baron titles titled by the royal family. "

Elise seemed to sigh:

"The Viscount Majorus had even asked Princess Constance to marry his eldest son while the King was here."

"Razor" Mallorce.

Her Majesty the Royal Family, the pivotal star of Seven Stars.

For the first time, Thiers knew the meaning of his guard captain's surname and frowned.

"From the crying to hanging to leaving the house, Constance made a big noise. In short, the scene was not good, the chicken flying dog jumped ... The relationship was not completed, the first king was ashamed, and he decided to retreat and ask if I would marry past."

Thiels moved slightly.

"You mean," Taylor looked at his aunt and looked at Mallorce's back, surprised:

"You and ... he?"

Elise showed a bland smile, and at that moment, she seemed a little shy.

Taylor managed to regain his surprise.

So to speak, Thomas Mullos, his favorite guard captain, almost turned into his aunt?

Thiels noticed in his mind that after going back secretly, he forced D.D to pour out his boss's gossip history.

"What happened later?" Taylor asked.

"Later, I promised," said the Princess lightly:

"But it is probably uneasy in heart, or it may be that a princess without royal blood did not meet their expectations. The old Viscount Majorus rejected the prince and turned to the Duke of Arendt in the north for a marriage."

Tyers blinked.

Okay.

Adopting a girl with a lower eyebrow, she replaced the willful parents and daughters, but was decisively rejected by the man.

Leaving aside the ancient sayings, the house fighting style ...

In the past, was the Mallorys celebrity?

Tyers carefully glanced at her aunt's face, but found that the latter still smiled and smiled, and nodded from the guests on both sides from time to time, without worrying about the humiliation and sorrow he once had.

The boy suddenly remembered that Alice's husband died on Red Square Street six years ago, and the culprit was precisely ...

Tyers looked at his aunt, and knew in her heart that her subsequent marriage was not happy.

Thinking of this, Thales gave birth to a sympathy.

"But Mallorius is no longer in the Seven Guards today, so why did they ...?" Taylor cleared his throat and wanted to say something to make his aunt happy.

But Elise shook her head, but she did not like it:

"Year of Scarlet."

Thiels frowned.

Having said that, Alice was reluctant to say more, and left the topic:

"Speaking of this, Taylor, have you been in the North for many years. Have you noticed any good girl?"

Taylors meal.

For many years in the North ...

"Good girl?"

"Well," Elise nodded with a smile:

"You haven't talked a lot about it when you come back from the north."

Tyres suddenly remembered the silly little girl who was in the library and was dirty.

And a long time later, the ring holding King Nunn, roaring like a lion, roared at the heroine's heroine to drink soldiers.

But as soon as she thought that she was going out of a march at the moment, and her life and death were uncertain, Taylor's mood fell to the bottom.

That girl ... will she survive it?

He immediately cheered up.

"Of course," Taylor looked up, his face unchanged:

"Miss Jenny is beautiful, lively, cheerful, and very close to me. I like traveling with her best."

Princess Alice's footsteps froze.

The people around were also quiet.

"Jenny?"

Elise frowned, repeating the name.

Especially close ...

Traveling Together

Still a Northland Girl ...

Doyle cast a glare on Glover with a wicked look that was surprised, then clear.

Not surprisingly ignored by the latter.

Princess Alice gave the eavesdroppers around her ears a warning gaze.

"You shouldn't answer positively, it will have a lot of impact."

Servants, guards, and guests, the sound of murmurs sounded like a beep, and went further and further with the footsteps.

The seriousness of the news questioned the mother.

His aunt tightened Taylor's arm, still couldn't help leaning carefully and lowering his voice:

"So, which family in the North ... Jenny?"

At the same time, despite being firmly separated, the surrounding observers turned their ears together, regardless of the unpleasant orders of the royal guards.

But Thales raised the volume and didn't care, he didn't mean to hide his romantic history of the Northland:

"do not know."

He grinned, causing another whisper of talk around.

"But judging by her posture, coat color, pace, appetite, defecation, and her critical attitude towards refined feed, stables, and grooms," Taylor recalled Nicolai's riding lessons, and sincerely Reply:

"It should be noble."

His aunt stunned for a second.

"Coat, stables ..."

Iris narrowed her eyes and slowly reacted:

"Jenny ... is a horse?"

Thiels turned his head and smiled:

"A good horse."

At the next moment, the people who paid attention to them all sighed with disappointment and dispersed.

Taylor looked with satisfaction at Alice's weird gaze and the defeated expression of those around her.

Yes, Jenny is a good horse ...

No wonder.

Knowing that he broke off the rope at night, sneaked out to eat other manger's night materials, and made the whole Yingling Palace nervous and wanted thieves, and it was not until the accidental encounter by Eda who stole the chicken leg in the middle of the night that the truth became clear ...

Vicious and overbearing in front of Wyatt and Rolf, but innocent and innocent in front of Taylors and Nicolle, seeing the horse with a whip and horse is bad-tempered, and seeing the horse with a fur brush is kind and close ...

Miss Jenny's body is up and down, can there be anything related to the word "good"?

(In a stable in the north, a beautifully-shaped mare sneezes, she raises her head vigilantly, a light rear kick, and drives another unwilling war horse back to the corner And then continue to grab its night food)

A few seconds later, Alice smiled relievedly.

"Very good, even if it touches the pain, it's humorous."

She stared at her unrelated nephew:

"right now……"

"You're fully armed."

Touching the pain ...

Thiels's mind was tight.

Iris just smiled and didn't click, just holding his arm and moving on.

"I miss you so much," Alice regained affectionately from the three stars:

"Previously, your little aunt often took me here to play."

"Little aunt?" Taylor said slightly.

"Constance, what kind of girl is she?"

They were silent for a moment.

Alice's eyes were fascinated, and she looked back at the old days:

"Constance, she is not a girl who is safe and secure. Every time she comes here, she either jumps off the building or tears down the house. I can only pretend to avoid her enthusiasm--so that the understanding Emperor Mediel also prepared for me An exclusive 'ward'. "

Constance, jumped off the building, demolished the house ...

Thiers frowned at the ashes in the canopy of Canxing's tomb.

"When she refused to marry," Elise grinned:

"I left home four times, and wanted to take me with me. As a result, I was caught by Lord Sackel twice, once by Ginny, and the last time was even Lord Midil himself. Departure ... and Her Majesty the King did not have the heart to beat her, nor did she dare to beat Ms. Ada, who had helped her secretly, so that Lord Sacquere could only whipped Kaiser, who had colluded with her ... "

Iris said she paused here, she looked at the king in front, and then sighed, and continued:

"Now think about running away from home with her and starving in the streets together, hey, it's actually not that bad."

Taylor sounded a little crazy.

"Constance sounds," Taylor said quietly:

"A very lively and lovely girl."

"Live and cute?" Elise laughed silently. "Have you ever experienced her prank ..."

"Including painting the cute cat on the back of Horace's armor, the entire barracks was seen. Was nobody dare to speak, or a captive reminded him ..."

"Because I was afraid that my third brother could not find his wife, I used Bancroft's name to send her love letters to all prospective sister-in-law and arrange dates ..."

"I think Hyman is so smelly, she stole his perfume for dog urine when he didn't smell the cold ..."

"Interested with adult bed things, I followed Kessel secretly to Hongfang Street, listening to his corner, and came out from under the bed halfway to ask him how he felt ..."

He couldn't help laughing and smiling.

"The only person who can discipline her is Brother Midil," Elise shook her head helplessly:

"But even so, Constance once managed to treacherously, and successfully coated Midir's wheelchair with delayed-onset chili water. As a result, he actually attended the full day of the imperial conference just like everyone else ... "

Thiels was still laughing, but he realized what he was about and immediately hesitated.

"Aunt Elise, you just said ..."

Taylor frowned, and said softly, "Middir's ... wheelchair?"

The atmosphere in the two rooms sank slightly.

A few seconds later, Alice frowned:

"do not you know?"

Tyers narrowed his eyes.

"Also," Elise sighed slowly:

"This is the old thing and the person who died. It's normal that you don't know."

The Duke of Xinghu turned his head subconsciously, and he realized afterwards that all the stairs in Mindice Hall had made a large proportion of landslides.

It seems ... isn't just decoration?

"and……"

Elise opened her mouth quietly, her eyes condensed in the void. At this moment, she seemed to cut off the outside noise and immerse herself in the past.

"Although his smile is always the gentlest, he cares, tolerates, and cares for everyone, although his shoulders are always the toughest, supporting, supporting, and blessing everyone."

"But even though he is so empathetic and gentle, no one can really ..."

"Understand his pain."

Taylor looked back and looked at her in amazement.

"Yes."

"Brother Midirle traveled in one accident when he was young," Ilis said quietly:

"Since then, he has had problems with his legs, which is bad for him."

"Lifelong with a wheelchair."

what?

Thiels froze.

Midil Canstar.

Former owner of Mindis Hall.

Once the heir to the High Throne, everyone is a wise prince.

Actually ...

The crown prince in a wheelchair?

Tyres suddenly remembered the moment when Kaiser pulled himself from the ground.

And his cold words.

[As a shining star, even though her legs are waste ...]

[Never bend your knees. 】

【Especially at……】

【Here. 】

The next second, without any pause, they followed the king and queen and stepped into the banquet hall.

Welcoming crowds, mountains and seas to drink.

Originally, I was not confident that I could code a satisfactory manuscript today. The result was coded. Overnight, the code came out!

(End of this chapter)