Hai Lian didn't care what others called him. He stood up and adjusted his clothes, and changed the subject: "How long are you going to stay in Jiumeng this time?"
"It's almost gone around, I should come back for a while," O'Brien raised a finger, "I want to write a play."
"Aren't you writing all the time?"
"It's different, it's not the same. What I want to write this time is not the kind of cliche script that will be taken off the shelves after three months in the theater! It's about the story of the Eternal Terrace!"
Speaking of this legendary woman, the writer's eyes suddenly lit up, "Although the story of Queen Adulier is written in great detail in the fourth epic, I am going to stay in Taiyan's editing institute this time. It took me a month to listen to the wandering singers in Beimo for three months, and I realized that even if it is the same period of history, people in different places will have different effects when recording it! It’s like writing in our own poems. Adulier, it is about how the king loved her but had to execute her; but Dongzhou people read this story, but think that Adulier's real lover is the prince of Dongzhou... "
Hailian has long been accustomed to the other party's appearance of being excited when he mentions creation. He casually echoed "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to rub his face with water. What, Ake suddenly knocked on the door: "Brother Hailian, Faluko is here to pick you up."
"Oops, I almost forgot!" Hai Lian quickly flicked his wrist, interrupting the writer's chatter, "Long Rong has something to discuss with me, I may not be able to accompany you to lunch, let Ake Treat you first, and I will invite you tonight."
"Is it a national event again?" the writer joked.
"It's a major national event, and it's also her private matter." Hailian grabbed the coat beside him and put it on his shoulders without wearing it. "The prince over there wants to marry her."
After he finished speaking, he didn't care how much shock this sentence brought to the writer, he raised his foot and was about to go out the door, just after taking two steps, he turned back and pointed at the corner of his mouth to O'Brien who was still dumbfounded.
The baron smiled slightly: "The beard is shaved, it doesn't suit you."
2.
The Tisu Palace has been in urgent need of repairs since the explosion on the Poseidon Festival, and because the new king Berensu wanted to build a magnificent palace to show his "great achievements" in eradicating the tyrant and opening Taiping, the reconstruction work has been going on. Progress is slow. So four years later, Queen Longrong still lives in Chuizhi Court at the foot of the mountain.
The carriage was still the official car that looked like a prison cell. Before Hailian sat down, Faluko on the opposite side handed him a piece of letter paper: "After staring at it for two days, I still ran away."
Hai Lian glanced at the letter paper, and the light white marks at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "So powerful?"
Falluco sighed. He has sighed more and more in the past two years, and he doesn't know if it's because of his unsatisfactory career or something else: "The other party is very cautious, and looks like a Dongzhou cargo ship smuggling spices, if it wasn't for a month Their boat suddenly appeared in Kaqili Bay, and we would not notice these people at all. After a long time waiting for them to come to Jiumeng, the joints they chose were all in the shop of the United Chamber of Commerce, where Bo The alliance of the prodigal merchants, you also know-"
When he said this, he suddenly felt a slip of the tongue and stopped.
"I also know that 70% of Bolang merchants are from Chi Jinfang's family?" Hailian laughed.
The other party's expression was meaningless, and Faluco was also relieved. He nodded: "Fang Tinglan is too powerful. Even in Tisu's territory, it is inconvenient for us to confront them head-on." Thinking of this, Faluco, Sighed again, "I thought back then I hated the poisonous scorpion amber, felt that they belonged directly to the king and acted recklessly, and regarded the rules of the law as nothing, so I invited you to fight against them; but now... I wish I could There are such a group of people on hand."
Helian didn't answer the call.
For a while, the carriage fell silent, and they didn't know which words in the words just touched their minds. Faluko looked at the crowds outside the window. Today, the streets and alleys of Jiumeng City no longer posted those pictures humiliating Abal, but sang about how the new king Berenxu was young, handsome, and extraordinary, but separated by a river of reflection. On both sides of the urban area, there is still a huge gap between white birds and mud, fairyland and purgatory.
Nothing seems to have changed with the replacement of the throne.
After a long time, Faluco hesitated and said, "Speaking of which, you and Fang..."
"What do the sailors and thugs watching at the pier say?" Hai Lian interrupted him.
"Because it's a smuggling ship, it's not easy for me to send people from the customs to make a surprise attack. I'm afraid they will startle the snake," Faluco replied, "But some of their sailors drank too much in the tavern yesterday. Will set sail."
"Then let them keep watching, and tell me as soon as you leave." Hai Lian folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket, then smiled, "Anyway, there's never enough spies to catch, why don't you think about it now and see you later How does Long Rong talk about her marriage?"
Faluco frowned: "His Royal Highness has agreed?"
"She's still thinking about it," Hai Lian said, "the man on the other side was very patient, and even said that if she was worried about getting married, she could come to Taiyan as a mission to stay for a few months, and she would be received with the etiquette of the king. ;If it is true at that time... how do you say that word?... Ah yes, Goddess Wuxin, they are also willing to send a big gift to make amends, and then send her back properly."
"Sounds like what they Eastern State businessmen like to say, 'Business can't be friendship'." Faluco laughed.
"One meaning." Hai Lian curled her lips, "In short, the princess didn't express much when she heard these words, but the little boy's eyes lit up. I think he can't wait to marry him."
The "little kid" Hailian refers to is of course Belen Xu. In the past few years, he has been able to see the new king from time to time—but maybe because Abal’s sober madness that night gave him too much shock, when he looked at Belen Xu again, he always felt that something was wrong, It was as if a child sat on a throne in the finery of an adult.
"Belen Xu has been envious of Beihong's military strength for a long time." The security officer understood.
"So now he's only thinking about exchanging his sister for some gunpowder and cannons to come back, hoping that the princess won't come back after she goes to Taiyan."
"Speaking of it... If Her Royal Highness really married Beihong, what would happen to the covenant between Simona and Nanhong Fang Tinglan?"
Hearing this name, the baron paused slightly with his fingers resting on the window sill, and sneered after a while: "It's none of our business."
A scent of orange blossoms wafts from a distance, and Chuizhi Court has arrived.
3.
Probably because the imprisonment was completely released, Long Rong's complexion was much better than that of four years ago. When she saw the two of them coming in, she greeted them without waiting for them to salute: "It's just in time for you to come, come and help me see Is it okay to plan the gift list that you will bring when you see it?"
"Are you really planning to go to Dongzhou?" Hailian exclaimed.
"Since Beihong is invited, I don't think it's okay to go and have a look." Long Rong closed the book, and she turned her head slightly, as if thinking about something, with a wry smile on her lips, "I have been here for more than twenty years. The farthest place I come and go is just Jiumeng's Niutouyan, and sometimes I think about... what kind of world it will be on the other side of the sea."
Just as Faluko was about to say something, Hai Lian gestured to him to stop the other party from speaking. He looked at Long Rong and asked seriously, "Is this your truth?"
"Fake." Long Rong clasped his hands, and his eyes fell back on the half-drawn gift list on the table, "I don't have any ideas about getting married, but I will marry sooner or later, and the prince who is not Beihong will also be married." Is it the prince of Dragon's Rest Castle, or the lord of Tisu's surroundings? Instead of letting them squeeze into the Chuizhi Court, I might as well take the opportunity to go out for a walk—besides, I don't necessarily like Bei Hong Prince."
Although Long Rong has a soft personality, once he has made up his mind, he will not change it. The two knew they couldn't persuade her, so they helped her to read the list of gifts and the accompanying personnel of the mission. Halfway through the discussion, Long Rong suddenly looked at Hai Lian and said, "By the way, do you want to go to Taiyan with me?"