Chapter 59: . Restless night

The salty night wind from the southern country is stuffy and hot, and every deep breath is like putting a heavy load on the nasal cavity, until you can't breathe, and then you bully the mouth that has no sense of smell.
However, this suffocating heat was not at all comparable to the irritability and depression in his heart. He looked at the rich landlord running in the courtyard wall with a happy face, and tried his best to resist the urge to draw a gun, but he was still subconscious. The corners of his mouth twitched.
He doesn't know why Shun brought him here. No matter what he thinks, the return to Beijing has nothing to do with this guy, right? Wait, shouldn't it be... he had a bad premonition in his heart. He approached Shun's back and whispered "Dian...Miss...", which was interrupted by the opponent's very quick backhand wave. Then the young kid stood in front of him, forcing him to swallow the unspoken question back into his stomach.
"Wen...Miss Wen, really, I didn't expect...whoop...you didn't, did you go to the dinner party at the Krono house? Why, why did you come to me?" Master Lonnie ran straight. There was a thin layer of sweat, and he clung to the edge of the door, breathing heavily, and asked repeatedly with excitement.
"...Something." The prince squinted at him coldly, stepped into the door, and beckoned like a master, "Go in and say."
"Yes, yes!" Lonnie wiped the sweat off his face hastily, and followed his footsteps, without looking at the gun guard from beginning to end, as if he did not exist.
Although Jin Yuan was very reluctant in his heart, he could only follow behind him with a stiff face, followed him through the arch, turned over the flowing bridge, and walked into the lobby of the main building. Different from the still elegant style outside, the interior decoration has completely moved towards the luxury style of the South Island. The colorful porcelain and bright bricks, gold and silver walls, without the slightest taste of the country, are obviously more in line with the owner's taste.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw that Shun was already standing in front of the giant projector hung on the wall opposite the door. Although there was no expression on his beautiful face, he knew that the real corners of his mouth hidden underneath must be hooked. With a certain deep interest.
He leaned at the door, watching Master Kuo jump and stand beside the prince a few steps with a smile on his face, rubbed his hands nervously, and asked softly like a quiet lake: "Miss Wen, I'll give it to you Get some cold fruit drinks first..."
"No need..." The prince categorically refused, turning his head and staring at Lonnie with a very strange gaze for a long time. He turned his head and stared at Lonnie for a long time. "I have to go back to the capital in an urgent matter. I want him to stay with you for a few days. Is it okay?"
"No problem, no problem!" Lonnie agreed without even thinking about it, but after waiting a few seconds to recollect, he was suddenly stunned. he? Doesn't it mean the poor boy who doesn't know his dignity at the door? This kid has never dealt with himself, what should I do? He doesn't want to be okay to add to himself!
Lonnie didn't have any distaste for the dedicated guard. Although they seemed to dislike each other, they didn't have any disputes. But since he was threatened to grab the neck collar last time, the relationship between the two has deteriorated rapidly, and it is not impossible to say that it is like water and fire. Now this enemy family must live in his own house...
He stood there for a moment without answering, with a strange expression and flickering eyes, as if weighing the pros and cons. On the other side, Jin Yuan was even more black and extremely unhappy. He just wanted to speak out and was sharply sharpened by Shun Fei. He could only hold his breath and turn to his side, staring at the Kuo Shao from the corner of his eye. , As long as the other party dared to promise, he would draw his gun and face each other.
"...There is a problem?" The prince deliberately stopped for a long time, so that both of them could think calmly, before pretending to be unhappy with a cold snort, so scared Master Lonnie hurriedly agreed: "No, no problem! No problem! Mr. Snooker and I have been getting along very well all the time, very happy, hahaha..." He laughed and said insincerely, helpless but had no choice at all. He could not refuse the request of His Royal Highness. Right!
"That's good..." Shun walked to the door quickly, shielding the companion who was full of anger and was about to explode, cast a soothing look of "Go back and talk about it" before turning around and saying goodbye, "Let's first... …"
"Miss Wen, please stay, please stay!" Kuo Shao rushed forward and rubbed his hands again with a smile, "Well, if you want to go back to the capital, it's better to take my Feder number. There will be a train tomorrow morning. If you don't mind..." He wiped his nose hopefully, as if he was a little shy, he didn't have the style of Master Huahua.
"...You don't want to go with it, do you?"
"No, no, how could it happen, hahaha..." Lonnie, who was guessed at the center, kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. He really wanted to go with him, but it was a pity that Mrs. Lovina had just arrived in the outer port of Xicheng. As a fan among the fans, he had to hurry up to pay a visit before others, but he had to reluctantly give up this opportunity.
"...Well, since you are very kind..." The prince hasn't figured out how to get into the airship flight. Now that someone has sent him to the door, he hasn't asked for any additional conditions, so he readily agreed. He just wanted to take everything away, but was stopped by the other party: "Miss Wen! If you don't mind, in fact, you can also stay in the house for a night..."
What do you mean? Shun stopped abruptly, squinted his eyes and glanced back at him. The unpleasant gaze that seemed to hide the blade made Kuo Shao almost choked, and hurriedly remedied: "There is no other meaning, just because, because of the departure The time has not yet been set, so it will be more convenient for you..."
"No need." The prince coldly interrupted his explanation, and as soon as he flicked his shawl, he strode out, closely following his shadow as far as he could, without saying hello to the stubborn guy from beginning to end.
"Miss Wen, I will let the driver take you back to the hotel!" Lonnie did not dare to catch up, and shouted while holding the door, but did not receive any response. The backs of the two shook under the flashing street lights. , Disappeared into the deep night.
"Hey..." He sighed in frustration. His Royal Highness is still so inaccessible that he can hardly find a way to show his courtesy. But I don't know why, the more the other party doesn't care about him, the more excited he is, and the more he loves to his bones, it's really...hey, self-inflicted!
Fortunately, right now, His Royal Highness finally gave him a task, so it seems... In fact, in her heart, she still has such a place, right? He thought about it smugly, and then regained his spirit, and hurried into the room, intending to contact his airship crew. This voyage must be perfect, meticulous, and must not make Her Royal Highness dissatisfied!
The night is deeper.
When Shun returned to the hotel he was staying at, he felt a little tired, and he felt a little sticky on his body. He hurriedly took a cold shower, then turned back to the lobby, and saw the dull and silent companion sitting on the way. On the sofa, staring straight at me, as if I had something to say.
"You don't need to say more...I won't change my decision..." He took a cotton towel while wiping his long hair, and walked to the window with a small step, avoiding the faintly resentful look in his eyes. How can I leave without worrying about this arrangement?"
He quietly looked at the colorful and dazzling night lights outside the window. He waited for a long time without hearing half a word of answer. Knowing that the other party was really complaining, he finally couldn't hold back his breath and calmed down softly: "You don't have to feel too much. I'm awkward... I just thought, if something happens, I can find someone to help... I will stabilize the situation in the capital and rush back immediately. You should not go to the earl's mansion more these days. Be cautious and investigate secretly. The news is fine, everything will be discussed when I come back."
He opened his mouth subconsciously as far as he could, but he couldn't say anything to refute. Of course he understood that this arrangement was the most appropriate and necessary way, but he and the guy should get along peacefully under the same roof...huh, forget it! The decisive words of the other party made him know that reality cannot be changed. Tomorrow is about to be separated. He does not want to make more waves at this moment, so he can only stand silently, and strode out of the room with a stubborn, silent protest.
The prince was left in this silent hall. He stood by the window, rubbing his hair again and again, his eyes seemed indifferent, and he seemed to be mixed with countless emotions.
He wasn’t sure what happened in the capital, what was his younger sister’s current situation, whether there was anyone to guard him, and what kind of posture he should use to face this incident—but he knew that he definitely didn’t. Allow anyone, anyone! Go hurt your only sister!
In all his plans for the future, there has never been such a hasty situation, because as long as he waits until next year, he can ascend the throne and have the power to change everything. What's more, in his opinion, that mysterious bookstore is an absolute safe fortress, no one can enter without authorization, except...the high priest...
His hand wiping his hair suddenly paused, thinking of the name, his eyes suddenly sharpened, like a falcon, as if to find an invisible flaw in it. Could something be wrong with the high priest? No, it's impossible! He immediately denied this absurd inference. Back then, he was able to safely send Miyou out of the palace. Thanks to the help of the high priest, how could the other party do something stupid that made him sink into it at such a moment? Although, over the years, he seems to have been avoiding himself...
Shun also thought of the change eight years ago, but felt unsure of his mind, and his chest was agitated. The nightmare-like phantoms of divine power seen during the apocalypse ceremony brought an immeasurable impact on him when he was young. At that time, he was only a child of about 11 years old. He was talented and pretended to be a monk of the same age. There is no one who can be compared, and he is more confident in becoming heir to the throne.
However, this inborn pride was shattered to the ground during the apocalypse ceremony. His 8-year-old sister, right in front of him, successfully inspired God's Prosperity-it was indeed extremely majestic and vast. Shenwei, he was very sure of this, because even under the crown of the strongest high priest in the world, he couldn't resist that mighty power, and he was suppressed and unable to move.
After the initial shock, he quickly turned his attention to the horrible virtual image that appeared with hoarse chants and continuously rotated around the high platform. He doesn't know what that means. Although he is also a veteran of illusion, he always feels that the image that is hard to see clearly is not illusory, but more like a section of a crack in a different time and space. The picture is solemn and weird.
Motivated by this ridiculous atmosphere, he was uncontrollably indulged in it. It was not until the end of the ceremony that the high priest announced on the spot that he would inherit the throne in silence.
why? Didn't Miyou provoke God Pro? Isn't this an iron proof? Why would I inherit it? He was full of doubts in his mind, but he did not dare to ask questions in the public. The imperial dignity was beyond doubt and could not be destroyed. Although he has always been confident about the throne, he is not a small-minded person. Since he has a more suitable successor than himself, why should he accept this kind of charity?
After returning to the palace, facing his own continuous questioning, his deeply tired father didn't say a word. Until he pushed him into a hurry, he sighed helplessly: "When you become the emperor, you will understand this. Everything..."
"If you can't explain clearly, I would rather not be the emperor!" He remembered that he shouted like that, and rushed out of the palace. He had the pride of his own persistence, and he would never accept this inexplicable result.
However, the development of the next thing was beyond his expectation. Numerous accusations and groundless doubts about Miyou quickly spread. The rumors of "Ominous Daughter" spread like wildfire, and even the father of the emperor confined her and claimed to the public. Miyou suffering from illness requires rest. This made him disappointed with his father. In order to protect his sister from harm, he could only try his best to send her out, but he never expected to encounter such a disaster...
Arcadina... He gritted his teeth and clenched the towel in his hand, and a bit of water dropped onto the gold floor, making a few drum-like low noises. For eight years, he never mentioned everything about the Apocalypse incident, hid all his mind, quietly accumulated his own strength, and waited quietly for the upcoming coronation ceremony-because he knew that only relying on strength, only pure enough Only by subduing all forces can he protect everything he cherishes.
However, at this moment, at such an undecided juncture, it seems that his perfect plan finally has a loophole — perhaps, this is a punishment for always avoiding himself and unwilling to face this heir's position?
He laughed like self-deprecating, staring at the flickering neon lights on the street in the distance, and suddenly opened the window. The roaring hot wind blew his long hair away, and countless noisy and enthusiastic singing and dancing broke into him. The hollow ears constantly stimulated his tight nerves.
This unbearable chaotic voice of ordinary people actually calmed him down. He knew that he was in this unavoidable reality. He didn't have to panic at all, and there was no more worry, because those were all meaningless.
He looked down at the unique nightlife scenery on the streets of South Island, and there was only silence in the deep black pupils. No matter what the rugged ravines were in front of him, he had a decisive belief: this time, no one can hurt us! No one can anything from me!
The next day, at about noon, after several urgings, the golden-yellow luxury airship of West's house was finally filled with its floating air bag and slowly sailed eastward facing the sun.
When the prince left, he didn't leave a word or a word, there was no extra look in his eyes-except for a powerful, farewell hug before setting off and as far away as possible. He still wore that southern gold dress with a black cloak, and steadily stepped under the cover of the phantom, rushing to the battlefield he had to accept without hesitation.
I hope you have a safe journey and you will be successful...Looking at the flying shuttle-shaped boat as far as possible, I prayed silently in my heart, and then glanced at the corner of my eyes. Master Lonnie was waving the shiny dress ribbon in the wind. With tears in his eyes, that reluctant posture was even more true than his own personal guard.
The pretending guy... He twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously. He didn't want to deal with this idiot at all. He turned around and just wanted to leave, but suddenly heard a very low, pleasant whistle. He immediately looked at where the sound was coming from, without any hesitation, tapping his toes lightly, and leaping towards it like an arrow.