Artoria wants to read people's hearts

"I like such a straightforward Al very much."

".......Uh?"

The gentle words of his wife made Arturia look up, and her confused eyes looked at Guinevere who was smiling like autumn water.

The black-haired girl's clear and white face was wearing a playful smile at this moment, and the sun shone in her clear blue eyes, like two bright and gorgeous stars.

"I said." Guinevere's cheeks were flushed, and she squinted at her with watery eyes. "I like Al very much."

!!!

Artoria looked at Guinevere in disbelief, her heart seemed to be tightened by something suddenly, as if she was drunk and stepped on the clouds, the layers of warmth painted her eyes with dreamlike colors.

Artoria's fiery gaze made Guinevere suddenly blush, and she glared at her husband reproachfully.

"Gui Ni." The smile on the corners of Wang's lips could not help but expand quietly. She stepped forward and wrapped her wife's slender waist, and then gently hugged her in her arms.

"It's always a relief to be with you. I understand your goodness day by day and love you more and more every day. If I could really show you my heart, if you could see it, Then you must be able to know how I love you..."

That clear and gentle voice rang close to my ears, as if speaking some truth, those embarrassing love words made Guinevere's cheeks blush as if they could burn the setting sun.

How could there be such a person in this world?Guinevere felt moved again.

Always let her not know what to do, doesn't this person know how to restrain himself?

Nivier snuggled into Artoria's arms, her moist eyes were full of tenderness, her smile was shy and helpless.

'Like an idiot. '

Chapter 28 Mordred is a good boy

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Artoria sat upright in her armchair, her blond hair was dazzling, her green eyes were clear and transparent, and against the backdrop of the holy sword at hand, she was even more refined and heroic.

Recently, government affairs are not very cumbersome, which makes Artoria's rare leisure time these few days.

She was thinking about some boring little things in her mind, such as yesterday's dinner and the roses in the garden, but what was more in her mind was her lovely wife.

The image of a black-haired girl with a faded smile appeared in her mind, and Artoria's eyes became softer and softer.

Maybe she didn't even realize that since Guinevere married to Britain and became the wife of King Arthur, she has become more and more smiling.

"I don't know what Guinevere is doing now?" Arturia couldn't help muttering to herself.

Today's work has been done, and there is no point in staying in the office any longer.

What's more, it's better to go to Guinevere to play happily than to be in a daze here with nothing to do.

Just do what she said, Arturia got up and tidied up her attire, and left the office in a happy mood to find her wife.

However, the good mood didn't last long.....

"Master Mordred, please be careful."

Guinevere, who was under the tree, was raising her head at this moment, and asked the knight on the tree in a worried tone.

Hearing the Queen's instructions, the fully armed Silver Knight paused on the tree. He seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, but finally slowed down his movements without saying a word, and slowly reached out to reach the Handkerchiefs on branches.

How did these two people meet together?

Artoria frowned, and stopped walking towards Guinevere, and under the cover of the pillar beside her, she hid behind the pillar and looked over there.

Mordred is a newly joined Knight of the Round Table in the recent period. He is petite, with an awkward and violent temper.

No one knows whether Mordred is a man or a woman. After all, he always uses that tight helmet to hide his true face. Sometimes Artoria suspects that he hides his face so tightly. Can you see the road ahead?

Because the other party has been unwilling to show his true colors, most of the knights of the round table have a lot of opinions on him.

They thought that this person was very suspicious in secret, after all, he didn't even want to show his face. Could such a person really dedicate his loyalty to King Arthur?

Regarding this matter, Lancelot and Gawain have also spoken to her many times, hoping that the king will be wary of this Mordred.

she knows...

He knew why this heavily armored knight did not show his true face to her, but instead covered himself with a solid armor.

If the memory of the previous life is correct, there is a high probability that Mordred is her child.

This is so weird....

Artoria looked back on the details of her life, and couldn't think of when and how she used to let the famous witch Morgan get her genes.

She also wanted to find her sister before, after all, she still had a good impression of this witch Arturia in her previous life.

However, Morgan was really good at hiding, and since she didn't want to see Artoria herself, she couldn't catch that demon goddess haunting her at all.

The messy things are like a tangled ball of wool, which can't be sorted out.

While Artoria was still thinking about things, the silver knight jumped down from the tree holding a handkerchief.

"I'm really sorry for wasting your time, please."

The queen stretched out her hand to take the handkerchief that Mordred handed over to her. She stared at the knight who was as slender as her husband, with a light smile in her bright eyes.

After receiving the queen's thanks, Mordred was stunned for a moment, and then said belatedly, "No...you're welcome."

The knight's tone was awkward, and the voice seemed muffled through a layer of helmet.

Guinevere smiled even more. For some reason, among all the knights in the round table, she was the only one who felt kindness towards Mordred that was different from others. An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Why is this woman named Guinevere smiling so brightly? !

Mordred felt a little displeased with this smile in his heart. This person was always like this, gentle and bright, treating everyone equally, even Mordred together, which made her inexplicably agitated.

Why do you treat me like this?

Don't you think I'm suspicious?

Every day she hides her face and hides in the dark without saying a word, even the knights of the round table will cast suspicious eyes on her.

Why can you still smile so gently at me like this?

What a strange woman, she exists completely differently from 'mother'.

"Sir Mordred, you really are a good boy who is willing to help others~"

"!!!"

This woman is really strange!It's annoying! !

You are the child, and your whole family is a child! ! !

Mordred turned around and left. She was afraid that she would blow herself up if she stayed any longer. Could she hide if she couldn't provoke me?Stinky woman! !

After Mordred left angrily, Arturia came out from behind the pillar and came to Guinevere's side.

"I saw Lord Mordred leaving here just now, did something happen?"

Artoria pretended to have just arrived, and asked his wife casually.

"Just now my handkerchief was blown onto a tree by the wind. Mordred happened to pass by and helped me get the handkerchief off the tree."

Guinevere raised her eyebrows, and a gentle smile climbed onto her beautiful face, making it look bright and inconspicuous, bursting out with bright brilliance.

"He's a good boy."

'Good boy? Artoria couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard her wife commenting on Mordred, and the figure of Mordred leaving angrily just now appeared in her mind again.

Fortunately, she had already left, otherwise she would definitely be blown up again when she heard this.

Arturia laughed softly, and she gently took Guinevere's hand, her eyes shone brightly, like the grand sun burning in the sky.

Her expression is tolerant and pampering, and her voice, like a lingering stream, is full of emotional emotions, making people unpredictable:

"It is very kind of you to like my knight."

Chapter 29 Always Shy

"It is very kind of you to like my knight."

What did the king's words mean?Guinevere always felt a little concerned about this.

However, when she asked Artoria, she would always be slapped by the king and then changed the subject. Guinevere, who had been struggling for two full days, finally gave up on getting the answer from Artoria.

After all, it is not a big deal, after all, even between husband and wife, they still need to have their own little secrets. Regarding the way of husband and wife, Her Royal Highness Princess of Scotland, who has taken one-on-one tutoring lessons, is a professional.

Guinevere shrugged optimistically, then put the incident behind her.

She is now happily turning around the house like a bird.

He hummed a Scottish folk song that Artoria had never heard before, and gestured the clothes one by one to his body, his excitement was like that of a primary school student who went on an outing for the first time in the previous life.

"Al, what do you think of this dress? Does it look good?"

"Good-looking, good-looking."

"What about this one? Doesn't this purple one suit my skin tone better?"

"Yes Yes."

"Oh, I really like the tassels on this red dress. Which one do you think looks better?"

"...I think they all look good."

Arturia, who had been reduced to a mechanical nodding toolman, was dazzled long ago. Those colorful clothes were piled up on the bed, and finally piled up into the shape of hills one after another.

"Really, Al, you're not even looking at me seriously."

Guinevere blamed her husband with some unhappiness, her cheeks puffed up like a little bun.

This is really embarrassing for her, Arturia sighed and thought that no matter what era, women's enthusiasm for clothes is so daunting.

"Gui Ni, we're just going for a horseback ride nearby tomorrow, just wear some light and easy-to-move clothes."

She stood up and walked to the pile of clothes, and pulled out a lady's riding jacket with difficulty.

"Give up those cute little skirts, my dear Queen, this is the most suitable dress for tomorrow."

Arturia took the riding jacket and gestured at his wife twice, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

Of course Guinevere knew that the one in her husband's hand was the best choice, but......

"But I don't think it's very pretty."

Guinevere frowned in embarrassment, she looked up and down the dress for a few times, and then quickly slid her eyes away.

"........"

Isn't it good looking?

Arturia lowered her head and carefully looked at the clothes in her hands, but no matter how she looked at them, she couldn't see what was wrong with the clothes.

Artoria sighed, no matter what, she wanted Guinevere's big dress-changing show to end as soon as possible. You know, she has never been so tired of reviewing government affairs.

Arturia raised her smiling face, her tone was gentle and serious: "Gui Ni, you have fair skin, I think this blue dress is perfect for you, it can make you look elegant, with a kind of Don't be as heroic as before."

".....Really?"

"It's true." The blond king answered her so firmly, "What's more, in my eyes, my lovely wife looks the best no matter what she wears."

The sun fell on the tip of Artoria's hair, the golden light was scattered, and her smile was like the scorching sun in the snow, melting Guinevere's doubts.

"Okay, then listen to you."

Well, probably, it seems, in short, basically this is the end of Artoria's mentally and mentally exhausted change.

Seeing that with her 'help', Guinevere, who had already decided what clothes to wear tomorrow, finally calmed down, Arturia breathed a sigh of relief.

Instructing the maid waiting at the side to tidy up the scattered clothes, she turned to look at Guinevere who was still happy.

As expected, my husband is still incompetent, because of his busy government affairs, since Guinevere got married, he hasn't been with her well.

The black-haired girl expected to be happy just by asking her whether she would go for a horseback ride tomorrow.

Artoria couldn't help but feel a little guilty for such an easy-to-satisfy wife.

Can't enjoy life like an ordinary girl, and can only support her husband silently by the king's side. This is what makes Arturia feel distressed the most.

'Hope she can have fun tomorrow. 'Looking at his wife's smiling face, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and thought this way.

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the next day.