"Are you really going to complete the task assigned by the queen and organize the king's funeral?" The butler, Colin, opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Why not." Terrence went to the window and poured himself a glass of cool mint, "He's my brother, and—" With a sip of wine, first the pungency of the wine, and then a refreshing breath welling up in his mouthpiece, the Prince looked at the bottle in his hand with satisfaction, "It's a good wine—and it's an opportunity." ”

"What chance?" Colin asked, puzzled.

"An opportunity to get in the way." Terrence looked out the window, the washerwoman hammering clothes not far away, the baker in the opposite workshop, and the porcelain vendor, all of whom looked up at his window from time to time, which made the corners of the prince's mouth smile again, "Thank you, our dear queen has planted so many eyeliner around me, of course I have to find the best time to repay it." ”

"So you have your own plan," Colin breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were still under the Queen's magic." ”

"Her magic did work for a while, but it wasn't monolithic," the prince twisted a magic ring on the middle finger of his left hand, "Olops' magic has always restrained each other, just like where a poisonous snake appears, there must be an antidote within five steps." ”

"Speaking of the antidote," said Colin whispered in the Prince's ear, "do you think it is possible that His Majesty the King died an unnatural death?" ”

"Even if it is," Terrence smiled, "she'll have plenty of time to destroy the evidence, and we'll get the news too late." ”

"There's always going to be some clues, you know my magic ......"

"Your magic only works on the living." Terrence patted the butler on the shoulder in a friendly way, "I know you've been eager to serve me since your daughter ran away, but I don't blame you for that, what you need to do is help me find the kind of magic that changes people's gender, go ahead, use your magic where it should be, find your daughter, and bring back that magic." "As long as you get the transgender magic, you have the ability to make Queen Deanna make a fool of herself in front of everyone, and when the time comes, the throne will be within reach without a single soldier.

No sooner had Colin left than the guards escorted in a young man, dressed in a splendid silk nightgown, as if he had been pulled out of a sweet sleep, with a pair of dim eyes, gray hair hanging loosely from his sideburns, and a nose too long and straight, so that the gaze in his sockets was always gloomy and gloomy.

"You're Little Yesengren?" Terrence motioned for the guards to loosen the boy's leashes, "I'm sorry my men misinterpreted me," he reprimanded the guards harshly, "I said 'please,' not 'catch!'" Then he turned to the magician's son and said, "I deeply regret what happened to your father. ”

"You won't regret it," Little Yesengren replied with pity, "it was your mercenary group that killed him!" ”

"My mercenary group doesn't have such a powerful character to come close to your great magician father." The prince smiled and stretched out his hand to invite little Yesengren to sit down, "Believe me, I am also looking for his murderer." ”

"Hmph, there is no need for the prince to worry about this matter, Her Majesty the Queen is inquiring about this matter, and I believe that she will soon avenge my father."

"Oh yes," Terrence bowed gracefully, "if your majesty really thinks so highly of Lingzun, how can you allow my men to drag you away from the brothel?" ”

Little Yesengren's face turned pale, and it became more and more set off a clear lip mark on his neck, and he bit his lip tightly, unable to say a word.

"Don't be embarrassed, everyone has their own hobbies," the prince spread his hands nonchalantly, "Many dignitaries in Sleeping Dragon City like to go to that restaurant, and when my brother was alive, we often avoided servants and sneaked to that kind of place, what does it matter," he poured a glass of summer mint for Little Yesengren, "as long as it doesn't delay business." ”

"His Royal Highness's words are quite meaningful," Xiao Yesengren glanced at the prince, "Please feel free to say something, but if I want to betray Her Majesty, I will not obey my fate." ”

"You're misinterpreting me," Terrence laughed, patting the boy's thin shoulder, "how could I ask you to betray?" I ask you to teach me how to please our esteemed Majesty! ”

"Please?" Little Yesengren smacked at the word.

"Yes," said the Prince, looking around with satisfaction, "the Queen's beauty and intelligence are evident to all, and while I cannot replace her and Matthew's fond memories, I sincerely hope that she will be happy and that I may bring happiness to her—you know what I mean?" ”

"My Highness!" Little Yesengren's mouth opened wide in surprise, "You want to marry the queen?!" ”

"Why not?" Terrence spread his hands, "I am the king's younger brother and the rightful heir to the throne, and we are the same age, there is no more suitable marriage than this." He leaned forward so that Essengren Jr. could hear the point of his words, "Right now, we just have a good opportunity missing. ”

"W-What is the opportunity?"

"As I said, everyone has his own hobbies," said the Prince, handing the glass to Little Yesengren, "I have invited you to ask you about the Queen's usual hobbies, and I will surprise her, you know." He winked at the boy, making him think he was with him.

"I see." Xiao Ye Sengren nodded with relief, took the ivory cup and drank it all, "But I'm afraid you can't do anything, the queen lacks red the most, where to get red eyes." ”

"What?" Terrence really didn't get it.

"I mean red eyes." "The queen is painting a very peculiar tapestry, and she needs a lot of fresh paint. ”

"Living paint?" Terrence's heart trembled.

"Yes, she put a lot of effort into this tapestry, and was very dissatisfied with the paint of the Burning Country, and she found any paint to be spilled on the canvas very rigid." "But in the end she finally found a pigment that could bring life to the picture - the eyes." ”

"She used human eyes to animate her paintings?" It was truly the most heinous atrocity I've ever heard, "This is the smartest move I've ever seen!" ”

"Yes, I say the same," said Leafengren the Younger, cheerfully, "but the queen always complained that the brocade was not strong enough, because there was no red paint, and you know, no one's eyes were red......"

Terrence waved his hand to stop the boy from speaking, "Don't worry, my dear lad, I've got an idea, and the queen will get her way." Your words are so useful, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart on behalf of myself and the Queen. He rang the bell and called for his servants, "My servant will take you away, I beg your pardon, I must now go to attend to the king's funeral." ”

"Okay, yes, of course." Before going out, Little Yesenglen still did not forget to please the queen, "Please tell the queen that I made the idea for you, thank you." ”

Hmph, I don't have to wait for you to leave my room, the news of your betrayal of the queen will reach her ears, and I believe that your fate will be worse than that of those whose eyes were gouged out by her.

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