Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

Well, the author of Mengxin has attached the article about Morgan, I want to see the Shura field of my king, Morgan, and Xiao Mo's family of three, I really want to write this!

Chapter [*]. The never-ending dream

Beautiful scenery.

Spring and autumn.

Walking with a cane and walking happily.

Watch the fish in the pond.

Phi Lin listens to the birds and drinks a glass of wine.

Play the piano for a count of engraving music.

The common people are always waiting for the end.

The gate made of unknown stone made a creaking sound, passing through the gate, Yuanliuyuan saw a very familiar figure.

"Husband, you are back."

On the other side of the door, Sister Zheng was looking at Yuanliuyuan with a small smile.

"Dance"

The surrounding environment changed, and Yuan Liuyuan seemed to return to the place where he and Zheng sister met for the first time.

It was still the... familiar living room, still the same... the sofa that the two of them were familiar with, Ying Ningwu in a plain white gown was sitting in the living room, and seemed to be waiting for his return.

"Husband, welcome back."

The moon-white gown was made by Yuanliuyuan for Ying Ningwu. It seemed that she had been waiting here for a long time, Ying Ningwu smiled.

"Why are you here"

After being stunned for a while, Yuan Liuyuan did not expect to see his wife after passing through the gate.

"Don't you want to see me husband?"

She smiled, but Ying Ningwu didn't speak, she silently stepped forward to help Yuanliuyuan take off her shirt, and then the Empress began to help the man pinches his shoulders.

"During this time, you have worked hard, husband."

The smile on her face was enough to melt the ice, but just standing there, Ying Ningwu's body exuded a very comfortable aura.

"Not hard."

Shaking his head with a smile, Yuan Liuyuan didn't say much, and sat quietly in the chair, enjoying the beauty of Sister Zheng in his memory.

On the other side, "Xiao Mo, it's time for Xiao Mo to get up."

"Ah stop shouting, I'm sleepy."

Lying on the soft bed, Mordred vaguely heard someone calling him.

"No, where am I"

Opening her eyes, she saw Morgan in a long blue dress and a phoenix crown.

"Mother and Mother"

For a while, Mordred didn't know anything.

"What's the matter, you stupid child, can't you fall asleep?"

The warm smile was the one he had always remembered, and he touched Maud's head with a smile, and Morgan pulled his daughter up from the bed.

"Okay, you girl, the bed is over, today is your blind date, don't hurry up and get ready, be careful your father spanks you."

Before he finished speaking, Morgan, who pretended to be stern, smiled to himself.

Picking up the princess dress beside the bed, she patiently helped her daughter put it on one by one.

"What's the matter with a blind date"

Memories in the mind are as complex as thoughts, rooted in

Ben couldn't tell what was going on, and Mordred felt his head hurt so much that he could only let Morgan help him get dressed.

"Well, my little princess, you are so beautiful.

It is time to see your father, and the envoys of Rome should arrive."

Looking at Mordred, who was in full bloom, Morgan laughed.

"Emissary of Rome"

A man seemed to suddenly appear in his mind, but Mordred couldn't remember who that man was.

Shaking her head vigorously, the more she thought about it, the more painful she realized that she had come to the palace at an unknown time.

"Mordred, my child."

On the throne, Artoria, who was dressed in a graceful dress, was looking at Mordred with a smile, that was the expression of a king she had never seen in her memory.

"king"

Eyes widened, Mordred didn't know what to say.

"I want to call you the emperor, you stupid child."

The body not much taller than Mordred gently touched the blonde hair on the girl's head, the expression on his face was compassion and tolerance, this was from the king in Mordred's fantasy, who was in Mordred. The image of the father in the mind.

"Father"

The words are a bit unaccustomed, but Mordred found that the corners of his eyes had long been shedding tears for no apparent reason.

Her voice was choked, and after a while, she threw herself into Artoria's arms.

If this is a dream, please let me keep doing it! The rebellious knight thought so.

"Okay, you kid is acting like a baby again.

Really, it's not that you won't come back, after marrying in Rome, remember to get along with your husband, and don't be a child again."

Not surprised by Mordred's reaction, Artoria just whispered in the girl's ear.

"Roman Married"

There was an inexplicable surprise and anticipation in my heart. Before Mordred could react, he found a man behind him.

"Don't worry, King Arthur, I will take good care of Mordred, I swear."

The plain voice was very familiar, and when he turned his head to look, what Mordred saw was the face of Genryuin.

"Husband"

"Silly girl, we haven't gotten married yet, so don't shout in the lobby like that."

Nodding to Mordred, Yuan Liuyuan said so, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed.

"This girl, she's so close before she even got through the door, it really makes my mother jealous."

Laughing likewise, Morgan and Artoria also gave their blessings beside Mordred.

All of this, all of this, is beautiful, not like a real scene, but a dream, a dream in Mordred's fantasy.

a dream that never stops

Chapter [*]. Broken Dream

"Marriage and Yuanliuyuan"

Turning her gaze, Mordred found that she was already standing in the center of the church wearing a white wedding dress, and beside her was Yuan Liuyuan dressed as a groom.

"Mordred, I love you."

Under the watchful eyes of all the people, Yuanliuyuan made a vow of love.

"I"

Confused by this situation, Mordred had no idea what was going on.

The hair on her head jumped, her mood was like the intricate lace pattern on the wedding dress.

"Promise, Mordred."

"What are you hesitating about, Mordred."

As the voices of the people around him sounded, Mordred saw his mother Morgan, and the king he admired so much, King Arthur Arturia.

In addition, the familiar knights of the round table are also there.

"What's the matter, Mordred, don't you want to marry me?"

The familiar voice is not the usual one... It sounds flat, and the voice with strong emotions is enough to make any woman's heart move.

Looking at Mordred with black eyes, Genryuin didn't understand what happened to his lover.

Once upon a time eachother, once upon a time your love I am strong "I"

Very, desperately wanted to promise Yuanryuin, but Mordred always felt that he had forgotten something.

As if everything in the dream is so unrealistic, it is as easy to be shattered as a bubble that bursts with a scratch.

Not knowing what to say, she could only stand there blankly, letting the people around her call her.

Like an out of place rag doll.

Suddenly, Mordred felt something fall from his body.

"this is"

The wreath made of various flowers has withered a bit, but it still can't hide the fact that its owner has woven it with heart. Looking at this wreath, a series of memories appeared in Mordred's mind.

"Well, then I'll beat her with chili water on the tiger bench, and if she can't, I'll put it in a sack, and I'll do it every day when she's alone.

Hitting her furtively for a month in a row made her realize how badly wrong she was!"

"Hee hee hee, I want this!"

"Silly girl, it was originally for you."