Pink marble floors, pink pavilions, pink walls.

The air with a hint of chill was mixed with a slightly rotten sweetness.

As far as the eye can see, there are tall blood orange trees. The leaves of the trees fell and turned yellow, and many blood oranges fell from under the trees. Looking at it, it was as if a thick layer of blood orange was spread on the ground. On the branches, there are occasional sparse blood oranges, but they are all beginning to show a faint wilt.

Winter had arrived in the year 301 of the Aegon calendar, and the arrival of winter had put an end to the harvest of blood oranges on the trees.

In the warm season, the blood orange tree bears so much fruit that it has begun to rot and turn white and grow white hairs when it falls to the ground.

The southernmost part of the continent of Dorne is the hottest and the desert occupies two-thirds of the land. Water is the most precious thing in the desert, but the most important thing in this flowing water garden is water.

Everywhere there are clear pools of sparkling water and various carved fountains, which are connected by a meandering river and many small waterways.

Grass and flowers adorn every pretty pool and fountain.

Led by the captain of the guards, the mountain and Alen came to a three-story marble building with an arched gate.

The floors are marble, the walls are inlaid with marble, and the arched doors are also decorated with marble, all in pink.

At the door, there stood two tall, dark-skinned soldiers with gloomy faces, looking at people with obvious hostility, like hooks.

The accompanying captain of the guard spoke a few words in the local language of Dorne that the Magic Mountain did not understand to the two soldiers inside the arched gate, and the two soldiers inside looked at the Magic Mountain and Arlene, with obvious vigilance and scrutiny in their eyes, as well as hostility towards Arlene, mixed with a bit of fear of the Magic Mountain.

They saw the Magic Mountain and should have been able to guess the identity of the Magic Mountain, but unlike the guardian soldiers sent by Alianen here, they saw His Majesty the King and did not kneel.

From the look in their eyes, the Magic Mountain could see that these soldiers had put life and death on the line.

At the moment when Dolphin Martell was captured, the guards guarding Dolphin were almost killed by Arlene's soldiers. This is the only house where there are two soldiers and a captain of Michiro's guard guarding Prince Michiro. They regarded Arlen as an unpardonable criminal of rebellion.

The soldiers of Arlene in the Garden of Flowing Water and Prince Dorou's personal guards were tall, their skin was the same purple-black, and their weapons were all long-handled heavy axes.

Footsteps sounded, and a bald samurai appeared on the balcony on the second floor, wearing armor, without a long heavy axe, and with a long sword and a short sword at his waist. He was taller than the other soldiers, and there was murder in his eyes.

He saw Arrene Martell's eyes as if he had seen an enemy.

Both Aliane and Moshan looked up at the tall warrior who appeared in the corridor on the second floor, and Arlene spoke, but unfortunately he also spoke the local language of the Dorn people, and Moshan couldn't understand it.

The man responded coldly to Arlene's words, with a high-minded rejection of indifference. He saw the Magic Mountain, and he must have known the identity of the Magic Mountain, but he, like his two soldiers guarding the door, did not kneel.

"Who is he?" asked Alene deliberately. He could naturally guess that the tall and mighty samurai on the second floor was Gerald, the captain of the guard who had served Michiro for decades.

Magic Mountain speaks, in a lingua franca. Passionate about e-books

"Sir Gerald, the captain of Prince Doro's guard. ”

Magic Mountain looked at Gerald and said, "Captain Gerald, I'm Gregor Clegane I, and I'm here to see Prince Doro." ”

"The prince is not in good health, he has just rested, please come back to your majesty. Gerald said coldly.

However, the sound of a wheelchair rolling sounded, and Doran Martell appeared in the balcony corridor on the third floor.

—A maid in a linen robe pushes a wheelchair in which a thin, calm-faced man with a soft gaze sits in the wheelchair. His knees were covered with light gauze silk and a dark yellow color.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being able to kneel down to see you. "Doran Martell's voice is clear and penetrating. His hair was meticulously groomed, his chin was shaved and he sat straight. The contours of the face reveal a touch of fortitude.

"Your Royal Highness, can we come up and talk to you?" said Moshan very politely.

"Your Majesty the King has been so humble and polite that I am sincerely afraid, please forgive me for my sin of inconvenient legs, and please wait a moment, Your Majesty, and I will come down to see Your Majesty at once. ”

"Good. ”

The maid pushed the wheelchair and disappeared on the balcony on the third floor, and on the ground, the two soldiers opened the arched door and knelt down on one knee together: "Meet Your Majesty." ”

Prince Michiro was respectful and sincere to His Majesty the King, and they were well trained by Prince Michiro, and immediately changed their attitude. However, they were still hostile to Arlene.

Demon Mountain and Alen entered, and without looking at the two guards kneeling on the ground, they walked into the hall with the captain and two personal guards.

The hall is clean and tidy, with various tapestries and reliefs piled up on the walls, and the floor is still paved with pink marble.

Gerald, the captain of the guard on the second floor, walked down quickly and knelt down on one knee in front of the Magic Mountain: "Gerald greets His Majesty, long live Your Majesty." ”

The Magic Mountain did not speak, his right hand was raised slightly, and Gerald, who had not heard the king's reply, looked up slightly and saw this gesture, he stood up, and invited the Magic Mountain and Prince Arrene to the high seat in the hall and took a seat.

For the first time, the captain of the Jeramid guard saw someone taller and more burly than himself, and he was shaken by the arms as thick as the walls of the magic mountain and the body as tall as a giant. The magic mountain's coercion on him was like substance, making it difficult for him to breathe.

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After a while, Prince Michiro's wheelchair was pushed by the maid into the hall on the first floor, and Prince Michiro pressed his right fist on his left chest, just on the wheelchair, bowed to the magic mountain, and called His Majesty the King.

Moshan knew that Prince Daolang's legs and knees were swollen and shiny, and even the rubbing of his pants against his skin would make him feel unbearable pain. In order to alleviate the friction and pain of his trousers, his trousers were cut from several inches above the knees, and in order to prevent people from seeing his swollen legs and knees, he covered his knees with a light gauze scarf.

Moshan didn't care about Daolang's leg disease, Daolang's leg disease was a piece of his heart disease, he hoped that no one would know about his leg disease, this is a long-standing psychological disease, and everyone in Yang Halberd City knows it.

Magic Mountain got straight to the point and said, "Your Royal Highness, I already have a common child with Prince Araine Martell, and I hope that Prince Daolang will accept me and the child as a member of the Martell family. ”

"Your Majesty, I am grateful that you could spare the lives of Arrene Martell and tens of thousands of her soldiers. Michiro smiled and was polite, his tone was calm, and his eyes were calm, just like the calm pool outside.