A carriage drove into the White Rose Garden, and groups of servants were decorating the courtyard, leading the noble-born adults to the hall. They placed long tables in the Rose Garden and covered them with white cloth. Put silver plates and candlesticks and other tableware.
Her Majesty’s garden has long been crowded, and people who know or don’t know are greeting each other. A small royal banquet has begun to take shape. At least the scene is very lively and harmonious, without any tension at all.
The inner and outer cities of Rušta have always been two worlds, and the gentlemen living here have long been accustomed to this.
Earl Conrad jumped out of the wagon with brisk steps, greeted a certain Sir Sir head-on, or confronted a nobleman who came up with a flattering smile, and could not hide in the upper circles of the empire. Everyone knows the secrets, who has a prominent background, and who came to power through nepotism.
His family has the heritage, if there are commendable deeds from the ancestors, then the heritage and cultural heritage will be stronger. Therefore, thinking of such nouveau riche is disdainful, just like military aristocrats look down on jesters.
What's more, the strong breath of money in these people is often unpleasant. The nobles' lives are naturally supported by money, but in their eyes money is often not worth mentioning, which is almost the same as that of townspeople who look down on farmers in the countryside. There is a truth.
Conrad passed through the outer courtyard of the White Rose Garden with ease. Many gentlemen have gathered in the courtyard. This is the social circle of the upper class, and the nobles must gather together to talk. It's just that the topics of these circles are changeable, just like gentlemen's unpredictable minds. Therefore, many small circles are often formed under a large circle, and different people can always find the same common language.
As a traditional nobleman, he was naturally comfortable in communication, and soon found someone he knew well:
"Good evening, Henry, I thought you wouldn't come to this kind of banquet because of your temperament."
"You have to show your Majesty a little bit of face." The nobleman who was called by his name smiled and raised a toast to him. He was a rather open-minded young man. The smile on his face carried the calmness and calmness that is common in people with status. calm.
The banquet was organized by Her Majesty. In fact, the upper-class nobles in the imperial capital had been notified a week ago that the content of the banquet was to receive the wind for a certain mountain prince, but it was actually a meeting ceremony in private.
Of course, the more grand engagement ceremony will not be held until two weeks later. The banquet is for the public, and the work in private will be completed from now on.
This is also the usual method of the nobles.
Henriette took a sip of the wine and continued to smile: "But to be honest, I'm here for the countess. I heard she is very beautiful."
"It's your Royal Highness, Mr. Henriette." The butler of the royal family sternly corrected.
"You are right," Henriette apologized. "Beautiful ladies are princesses."
Everyone chuckled. Everyone knew what was going on with this princess, but some things were not beautiful to say. The gentlemen present as aristocrats all knew the truth.
Regarding this, even the royal housekeeper didn't care.
"But our Prince Augsig doesn't mind this. I heard that it took him only a week to get from Valach to Bankel. Two of his six-horse horse-drawn carriages broke down on the road. It was changed three rounds."
"No way, the mountain people always raise horses."
This witty remark made everyone present smile again. Just like other places in Warnd, the barbarians who were later civilized in other civilizations are always despised. Even among the farmers in the countryside, there are a lot of vulgarity about the mountain people. A joke, let alone among these noble gentlemen.
The prince of Shanmin showed off his carriage. Before he arrived in the imperial capital, this matter had long been a conversation and a joke in the upper-class society.
Although most of the gentlemen present may not be able to own a six-horse horse-drawn carriage, this does not prevent them from making fun of the latter, and they can pack their votes without any envy or envy.
"So this prince is called Ogoos?" Conrad asked after listening for a while.
"That's his nickname."
There was another deep laughter. The name Ogoos was obviously not the name of Cruz, nor the name of the Temple of Flame, but the name of the mountain people. Of course, the prince has the name of Cruz, but no matter what No matter how he put this title on his lips, people still "like" the native name Ogoos more.
Conrad laughed too.
The topics of the nobles are always changeable. When people can't find any fun in the prince, some people talk about the battles that took place in the imperial capital.
The movement of Hanlu Villa was too much, it was trying to conceal it and it could not be concealed, especially after Brando flattened half of the hill, Shire’s silver light that divided the sky, I am afraid that most of the residents of Rushita—as long as If you haven't fallen asleep yet, you should be aware of it.
However, apart from a few people, the nobles did not know what Her Majesty was preparing. Some people talked about the riots that were taking place in the outer city and brought the two things together.
"The situation outside is not so good."
"It's a mess."
In the heated discussion, it is inevitable that some people will disagree, so a middle-aged nobleman said with a little disdain: "You call this situation a bad situation? Ha, young is really good."
"what happened?"
"Is not it?"
The middle-aged nobleman shook his head: "It's nothing more than a small wind and a small wave. It can't be compared with the riot 23 years ago and the year of change."
The younger generation of nobles had no way of understanding what happened decades ago, and the faces of the older nobles present showed memories of memories.
There were even nobles behind the great riots in the years of change. Even the city guards had infighting. The rebels came to the inner city for a time. The current situation is comparable to that at that time, but it is only a start. What can the grassroots become? thing? How can it be compared with the rebellion of the nobles.
In the end, it was not settled peacefully. As long as the temple and the top powerhouses did not turn to each other, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Hearing the description of the middle-aged nobleman, the young man's face eased a lot. It seemed that it was a little more troublesome than it was in the past.
And the worries of these noble gentlemen always came and went quickly, especially when they found that they were not closely related to their vital interests, Conrad quickly noticed that Henry opposite him became a little impatient.
But at this time, the crowd commotion appropriately, Earl Conrad raised his head subconsciously, the crowd near the hall separated, and a luxurious carriage appeared outside the gate.
A six-horse horse-drawn carriage.
Sitting in the carriage, Ogoos frowned impatiently. Contrary to the rumors outside, he was not in a hurry to come to the imperial capital, but was driven by the father of the hero of his mountain people. Coming.
Just like Her Majesty the Queen needs the support of the mountain people, the hero of the mountain people also needs the support of the empire. In the throne dispute of the king of the previous generation of mountain people, the latter won as a hero, but as a conqueror. The foundation of the heir to the throne is not as solid as expected.
Fortunately, the mountain people are not an empire, and their origin is not as serious as expected. As long as they are recognized by the empire and the temple, they can still rule the vast mountains of Varach smoothly.
Sometimes things are so weird. The mountain people regard the empire as a feud and enemy, but privately they believe in the illusory praise given by this most powerful enemy.
It seems that it is a great honor to be recognized by the enemy.
However, all of this has nothing to do with Ogoos. Perhaps the only thing that makes him feel a little more comfortable is that he is the only son of the King of the Mountain People. Father and son are both prosperous. It is a pity that the competition for the throne of Mountain People is not only above the throne. It is different from a civilized empire. The eldest sons and heirs from the surrounding tribes also have such qualifications.
"You are going to tame this mare for me, she is good for you and me."
This was the only thing the man had said to him before he left.
The dark-skinned prince felt quite disapproving in his heart. Although it is true that he likes beautiful women, it does not mean that he wants to go to the imperial capital without hesitation for a woman, just like those gentlemen in the imperial capital are not used to him. Just as he appeared, he didn't catch a cold at all of these self-proclaimed civilized gentlemen.
A woman is like a mare. According to the tradition of the mountain people, the mare in the horse herd is regarded as the most precious property. Only the healthiest mare can give birth to the best offspring.
But no matter how good a mare is, it is not worth embarrassing him.
He has made up his mind to give the countess a good look. Although the empire cannot do it blatantly, her Majesty cannot control Varach. He will let the other party know how the men of the Norka family disciplined him. Of his own wife.
At this time, the servant opened the door of the carriage, and Ogoos adjusted his appearance before getting out of the carriage.
He thought that he was ready to attract many dismissive or hostile gazes from outside the carriage, but he didn't expect to get out of the carriage to find that no one was looking at him at all.
He raised his head.
Only then discovered that the supreme emperor of the empire had appeared outside the hall, everyone bowed their heads and saluted, and the entire courtyard was quiet for a while.
When people raised their heads again, they noticed the girl next to the Silver Queen.
This is the first time the newly-appointed countess has appeared in front of the noble circle of the upper empire.
The simple and bright eyes attracted everyone's attention in an instant, followed by the flame-like long hair, and there was a sigh of murmur from the crowd. The most rare thing in Rušta is the beautiful appearance. Aristocratic girl, but the swagger that prevailed in the empire was swept away by the clean and neat beauty in front of her.
It was as if there was a hint of fresh mountain breeze mixed in the turbid and flashy urban air, and it was so refreshing. Most of the men present couldn't help but slightly burst their hearts, and even the ladies were bright.
What a clean girl.
It's a pity that he is a mountain man.
"Beauty is privileged." Henriette in the crowd didn't care. He raised his glass to greet Akane, his eyes full of appreciation.
"What?" someone deliberately asked: "Henry, do you plan to compete with our prince?"
"Why not?" Henry smiled without saying a word. What he meant was that he looked down on the mountain prince at all-he was a mountain person, but where could he be a nobleman
This is also the thought of most people present.
In full view, Qian frowned slightly, facing all the gentlemen and ladies present, there was tension and anxiety in her eyes, but she also burned with unyielding flames.
If it had been a day ago, she might have looked like a puppet, still at the mercy of people, but now she already knows that Lord Lord is here.
Just such a news, even without a word of explanation, is enough to make the unknown flame in her heart burn.
The Silver Queen Constance stood beside Akane, a little shorter than the former, but the aura of her innate superior and the calmness to control everything naturally distinguished the two.
In the entire empire, I am afraid that no one has dared to face this girl who seems to be only fourteen or five years old.
Of course, except for some guys who don't know where they came from and do not live or die-like a certain Count Tonigel.
She glanced lightly at the people present, as if she no longer cared about her previous defeat, turned her head, and said to the girl beside her: "What? It seems that you are not satisfied with my arrangement with you?"
Qian didn't reply, she knew in her heart why she appeared here.
"You are a mountain citizen, so it is best to be in the arms of the mountain, but that is the son of the hero of the mountain people, don't you deserve you?"
The Silver Queen smiled: "Do you still think of your lord to save you? I hope he can have the courage, do you know where this is?"
"Lord Lord, he won't be fooled, you don't want to take advantage of this."
Facts have proved that what kind of lord, there will be what kind of subordinates, the dialogue between the two women listened to the side of the waiter panicked-when in the empire anyone dare to speak to His Majesty the emperor
But the Silver Queen didn't seem to care, and asked, "Is that right, he doesn't even care about his beloved woman?"
"It's me who silently admires Lord Lord, and I am just an unknown person by Lord Lord's side. By Lord Lord's side, there are many girls who are better than me."
"So he looks down on you?"
Akane did not answer, but her bright eyes tacitly acknowledged this.
"That's not good, you are the countess of the empire, or even the princess, no one can look down on you—" the silver queen said, "but just hand the azure gun to an unremarkable person next to you, yours Lord Lord is really rich in the world."
Qian froze for a moment, and then she trembled slightly. She had never thought about it. She was so inconspicuous for such a simple reason, but why the Lord always gave such important things to her carelessly.
She suddenly became a little scared.
Fearing that Brando would really come here to rescue her, this so-called banquet is just a well-arranged trap. She hopes to be later, even one day later, instead of now.
She had hoped so much that she wanted to see the face that was so familiar in the dream that she could no longer be familiar, but at this moment she became more afraid, and her face was so scared that the blood faded.
The Silver Queen watched the change of expression on the mountain girl’s face in time, and she said: "You must be hoping that your lord will not come to the banquet I held tonight."
Qian looked at the latter with hatred.
The queen smiled slightly: "But I think he will come."
While Akane was wondering where the queen’s confidence came from, the latter continued to say lightly, “If he doesn’t come, I will send you to the bed of the mountain prince tonight, you know. This is the custom of the mountain people, and you have no jokes."
"But you should feel honored. This is a genuine prince. The crown of the lord of Valach is recognized by the empire and the temple. Maybe you can become the queen of the mountain people in the future."
Qian's teeth rattled, she looked at the Queen as if she was looking at a devil. She closed her eyes and her thoughts were ashamed.
Faced with such a desperate situation, she has no choice at all.
"The countess looks like she has a bad face, is she ill?"
Standing under the steps, Conrad suddenly had such an idea.
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