Wu Xinjing is participating in a parliament that is useless but has to be present.
It was obviously a council that could end with a cutscene, but when everyone learned that the future queen was suspected to be pregnant with the little prince, it instantly turned into a Shura field.
The three forces have all received elite education, and they will not lose their demeanor even if they get angry. Everyone tacitly vented their firepower on the voting mechanism.
Several rounds of ballots were vetoed with zero votes under the intention of everyone. The king, who was about to abdicate at the end of the year, turned blue with anger.
After a while of dancing around, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
When Wu Xinjing left the council hall, he still vaguely felt the dry "zero votes" of the witnesses ringing in his ears.
He rubbed his forehead, remembering that today is the day Wuyou arrived in Country X. Just as I was about to make a phone call to my home to ask if I had received someone, someone posted it behind me. Patted his shoulder lightly, "Hi, Jing."
this voice...
Wu Xinjing's eyes turned cold.
When he turned around, he put on a gentle look.
He stepped forward to give the blond man a face-to-face gift, then took a step back indifferently, and opened the distance between the two, "Joan."
Qiong frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly, "Jing, shouldn't we greet each other in a more intimate way?"
Wu Xinjing looked at him, puzzled and said, "Didn't the face-to-face ceremony make you feel intimate? Why don't you change it to an Eastern handshake ceremony?"
Joan showed an impatient smile, raised her hands, and said in a compromise, "My dear, the kissing ceremony seems to have become a little more intimate."
"That's good."
The man named Joan has soft and slightly curly blond hair, which is as translucent as gold in the sun, and his eyes are blue-green, as clear and beautiful as the deep sea.
And the most outstanding thing on his face is the bright red lips. His lips are full, and the sides are slightly hooked, which is a natural smiling lip. It looks very soft and suitable for kissing.
And now, the red lips are opening and closing, "I went to find you some time ago."
Joan said and took a few steps forward. Apparently intending to talk while walking.
Wu Xinjing was sneering in his heart, but it didn't show on his face. "Going back to China to play for a while."
Joan looked at him with interest, "Is it your matriarchal country?" As she spoke, she frowned and looked yearning, "I really want to go too. It must be a good place to raise a beauty like you."
Wu Xinjing's hypocritical politeness, "There is a chance..."
Joan snatched the words in surprise, "Would you like to take me with you if you have a chance!"
Wu Xinjing chuckled and stood still.
As a country x that relies on bloodlines to choose its next king, every candidate for the king has advantages over ordinary people.
The three high-end private cars outside the conference hall are proof.
Wu Xinjing was already standing beside his car.
Joan looked at him, as if waiting for an invitation from Wu Xinjing.
He blinked his eyes, with a little animal-like joy and innocence.
Wu Xinjing stretched out his hand to open the car door and sat in.
The originally closed car window slid halfway down miserly, and his gentle voice floated out, "If you have a chance, you can go and see it alone." After that, the car window moved up faster than sliding down.
Even before the windows were fully closed, the car had already driven away from the Great Hall without any hesitation.
Looking at the back of the car, Joan sighed in embarrassment.
Such a beautiful Chinese man, why don't you want to be with him
Is he not good-looking
Joan took out the mirror from her pocket, admired her perfect profile, and said seriously, "She is obviously a rare beauty?"
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Wu Xinjing got in the car and had independent time to look at his phone.
The above has shown that there are eighteen missed calls.
The callers are all butlers.
To make the butler, who has always claimed to be elegant, do such an unsafe thing-calling the master frantically.
Had an accident at home
Just as he was thinking, the housekeeper called again.
As soon as Wu Xinjing pressed the answer button, the butler rushed out with a high-pitched voice, "Master! The little master beat the young master of the Gran family!"
Wu Xinjing frowned, "Did Wuyou hit someone? Was he not injured?"
The butler didn't seem to expect that the first thing the master asked was whether the little master was injured. After all, the Gran family is about to produce a queen.
And the young master who was beaten crazily by the young master was the younger brother of the new queen.
The butler said with difficulty, "Little master... very skilled. Chinese Kung Fu is great."
Wu Xinjing chuckled, but this time he wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart.
He was like a parent who trusted his child unconditionally. After laughing, he began to ask the reason, "Why did Wuyou beat that person?"
The butler has fully tasted the master's preference for the young master.
The butler's voice was no longer high, and he said calmly, "The young master of the Gran family invited the young master to be a guest. Not long after, there was news that the young master was injured by the young master. The future queen is very angry and has already prepared the car. Go to the palace, and let the king do justice."
"Oh?" Wu Xinjing raised his spirits, "The young master and queen who were beaten are siblings?"
"Yes Master."
Wu Xinjing squinted his eyes and said to the driver, "Go to Gran's house."
Driver, "Okay, master."
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At this time, Zhan Wuyou was standing beside Yan Qing holding a cup.
As soon as Yan Qing finished her prestige, she suffered from hypoglycemia. This will lose combat effectiveness, and he is sitting on the only chair in the room with his eyes closed.
Zhan Wuyou asked someone to make a cup of hot chocolate. Seeing that the corners of his lips were still pale, he moved the cup over and coaxed, "Drink more?"
The aroma of hot chocolate spread along the cup to the side of the nose, Yan Qing obediently took a sip.
The mellow and sweet taste overbearingly fills the mouth.
He doesn't like drinking hot chocolate very much, even two sips is the limit.
Shaking his head, that's enough.
Zhan Wuyou regretfully put it aside. He turned his head to look at the man who uttered wild words that he wanted to take care of the two of them.
There was already a line of followers standing in front of Berg.
He stood cowardly behind the entourage, covering his eyes for a while, and his stomach for a while. After covering his stomach, he couldn't help rubbing his painful waist. When he felt the Chinese boy looking over, he took a step back in fear.
After retreating, I felt that this was too useless, and couldn't help calling Qi, "You, if you have the guts, just wait!"
This kind of elementary school student's declaration like "Don't run after school", provoked Zhan Wuyou to sneer.
That ridicule should be rested on a bloody man, it is rare to rush forward and fight again.
But Berg was really scared of being beaten... What's more, Zhan Wuyou's voice was clear and pleasant, and even the mocking sound that came out of his throat made his heart itch.
Damn, I have a feeling, I want to sleep with him!
Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the Chinese man who didn't seem to be in particularly good health.
This one is also good-looking, just now I was really energetic when I started to work, and I also wanted to sleep.
The three of them together seem to be very interesting...
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. After taking a sneak peek at Zhan Wuyou, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at Yan Qing.
He couldn't help shouting, "Wait for me, wait."
When my sister goes to sue the king, she will sleep with you two!
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"So lively?" A gentle voice came from outside the door. Wu Xinjing, surrounded by stars like the moon, stood at the door and sighed.
Zhan Wuyou jumped over the crowd and obediently called out, "Uncle."
"Good boy." Wu Xinjing responded, and looked back at the old man with white hair and chicken skin, without any change in tone, "My child was invited to the Gran's house on the first day he arrived, and now this is...?"
The remaining words are left to the old man.
The old man is also very kind.
After all, a queen who has not yet confirmed her name cannot challenge the candidates for the next king.
He raised his crutch lightly and knocked it to the ground.
Just listen to the crisp sound of 'beep'.
Berg, who was still hiding behind his entourage, came out with a bitter face, and whispered respectfully, "Grandpa."
The old man with a cane looked to be in his eighties, his skin was very loose, like a statue half-melted by wax. Even the eyelids drooped to cover half of the eyes.
When I looked over at this moment, I could only see the lower half of my eye.
It was obviously a funny look, but Berg shrank his neck.
Looks terrified of him.
"What's going on?" Although the old man asked slowly, his voice was full and powerful.
Berg didn't dare to say that he coveted the beauty of the two and wanted to kidnap them to do something shameful, but he didn't expect to be beaten when he opened his mouth.
So he said in a low voice, "Let's just exchange ideas."
"Discussion?" the old man repeated, looking at the little grandson as if looking at a bear.
Berg complied under his grandfather's gaze, "Chinese Kung Fu, I've always yearned for it."
Wu Xinjing said softly, "Wuyou has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't dare to do it on weekdays. He is afraid of hurting innocent people's lives. Today, he is willing to discuss with Xiao Berg. It seems that he likes you very much."
Berg's face froze, recalling the kick that swept across his waist, he felt that the organs under the skin began to ache.
[The author has something to say]: On the first day of coming to Country X, Xiao Wuyou became famous in battle (*?︶?*)