Cheng Qianxun looked at the elf king standing in front of the bed in a daze, and he really didn't know what to say for a while. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Seanhill didn't seem to be in a hurry, just stood there and waited, dreamlike beauty, making people feel like they were dreaming.

After a long time, she found a more suitable word: "May I ask Your Majesty, why did I move to your room?" Not only did she move into someone's bedroom, but she was also lying on someone's bed, and it was no wonder that Kay Marie had such a surprised and strange expression.

Seanhill seemed to have already prepared the answer to the question: "Because your friend asked me when he left, I must take good care of you, and I can't let you have any accidents, you have too many accidents here." ”

She had more accidents than the elves in a hundred years, and all the accidental injuries of her own people were all concentrated on her alone, and all of them were good things, arrows that broke demons, and swords comparable to heat tracking.

looked left and right: "So it's just put in your room to take care of?" ”

"That's nature, and what safer place to be? I think it's the only place besides the dungeon. Seinhill pursed her red lips, admiring her helpless look: "Look at you, it seems that you don't trust me." ”

"Hehe, hehe." The corners of her mouth were only cramps: "Okay, trouble Your Majesty, I'm injured now, who else can I trust if I don't trust Your Majesty?" ”

"It's good to think like this, I hope I won't feel constrained because I live here, I still have something to do, you can rest first." Seinhill held the hem of his robe slightly and turned around, wishing that a camera could capture it.

It wasn't until the proud Elf King walked out and watched the door close that she turned her head and leaned back on the pillow.

"I hope I don't feel constrained by living here." She followed the example of the Elven King, baring her teeth and muttering softly. It's strange if it's not restrained, and now the elves outside don't know how to talk about it.

Kammariet came in with a needlework basket, and did not dare to sit down on the chair, but spread the coarse cloth she had brought with her on the ground and sat down on it. Needless to say, Kay Mariette knew whose room it was, and it was really time to go get a needle and thread just now.

Lying on the bed, I can't sleep anyway, just use my brain for the current unexpected turn, what does the elf king mean, it is that she judges by human standards, as if she didn't have a good heart. But by the standards of elves, she is not an elf, how do you know what kind of elf it is.

Unable to think of anything, looking at Kay Marie who was sitting on the ground, embroidering on the cuffs of her clothes, she didn't want to waste the source of information in front of her: "Kay Marie." ”

Emily looked up: "Please command." ”

"It's okay, it's just chatting." She sighed slightly and said, "I'm thinking about Omrod. ”

After a "oh" sound, Kammaria lowered her head and continued to embroider: "Omrod is very good, he is the captain of the third patrol, and Prince Elleras values him and Aladelis the most, and often goes out on patrol with their team. ”

Omrod is really good, a water elf, a little ability, a little nobleman, and a warm man and an infatuation seed. But it's not about this, but about using him to make some words: "No matter how good it is, it's useless, I like him, but I don't love him, I have a fiancé, and now I'm afraid he won't be able to think about it." ”

Kai Marie glanced out of the corner of his eye, and temporarily stopped what he was doing, which was equivalent to saying, "You live in this room, why are you still thinking about these problems", and after a little hesitation, she said: "The king will persuade him, please rest assured." ”

Of course, there is no need to worry about this, Seinhill is very powerful, and the marriage of the elves must be approved by the king and the lord. Elves live a long life, and by the time they are about to get married, many of the elves' parents have passed away and reincarnated, and the king and lord are responsible for exercising their parental responsibilities.

She feigned curiosity: "Hey, you elves, what would a man do if he liked a woman very much, and the woman just didn't like him?" ”

"Then keep pursuing." Kaemaria thought sideways: "You can play the piano, write love letters, send flowers, care more often, and you can also help with matchmaking, if you can let the king and the lord help, it would be even better." ”

It's all the little boy's doing, and she looks more and more curious: "Will that be a tough one?" ”

Seeing that Kay Marie's eyes widened, she cautiously prompted, "For example... You know... ”

"Only beasts and humans do that." Kammarie's face turned red, and she hurriedly defended and denied it: "We are elves, how can we do such a barbaric thing." If you really like each other, you should let the other party accept yourself voluntarily, and the pursuit of the other party only requires patience and love, and there is no one who is not moved after a hundred years, unless it is not sincerely pursued. ”

"Also, even if it's a stone, it's hot to cover for a hundred years." She really obeyed these elves, and only the elves could afford to spend a hundred years of pursuit, and she also envied the life span of the elves. No wonder Seanhill said that Omrod's lovesickness would be fine if there were not five hundred, but at most a thousand years.

One thing can rest assured, the elves are a very peaceful and benevolent people, and they will not use force. Like Omrod, who pursued for so many days, and as Kammariel said, he played the harp, gave flowers, and talked about his heart, without even holding her hand. Thinking about the human men who used to be both soft and hard, the elves were really innocent, cute and pitiful. A hundred years, it will take a hundred years to chase a wife, and the time for the call to estrus is added, no wonder the fertility of the elves is so low.

It seems that Seanhill put her in the bedroom to protect her, and her human thoughts are really blasphemous in comparison.

Night came again, and Kaymarier packed up her things, said she was going out to eat, and went out with a sewing basket. When Seinhill came in, she knew that this Kaymariel might have to wait until the Elven King had left before returning "after eating".

It seemed a little cold tonight, and Seinhill changed into a thicker embroidered dark red robe, the hem of which fell loosely to the ground, dragging with his pace. Unlike usual, his neckline was not buttoned high as usual, unbuttoned under his collarbone.

From the time the Elf King came in, her eyes were fixed on the open neckline, although she knew that it was not good to be greedy for sex, but she was reluctant to move the realization away.

"Judging by the letter thrown down above, they are going well at the moment." Seanhill walked over to the table next to him and poured his wine, bringing the good news: "They have found the first branch and will rest on it." The trees are huge, about the same size as this castle, so don't worry, even if they roll on the branches, there will still be plenty of space. ”

Seinhill took a sip of his glass, then poured another glass.

Watching the elf king drink cup by glass, she felt a little furious in her heart, would she be drunk and sexual? So he reminded softly: "Your Majesty, if you drink too hard, you will get drunk." ”

Seinhill turned around, with a lazy, holding a wine glass so that she almost didn't cry, so beautiful that she was dying, I really wanted to say "drink, keep drinking, drink more", such a beauty is really drunk and disorderly, anyone will forgive him.

"I'm curious, your age." Seanhill clenched his glass and drank it slowly, his blue eyes narrowing as he waited for an answer.

You can't say to this thousand-year-old elf that he doesn't live as well as his son's age, plus the last two digits, maybe even discounted. She had to pretend: "Forget, time has no concept for us." ”

"So how long do you Protoss live?" Seinhill finished drinking another glass of wine, poured another glass, and it was the first few glasses, the elves drank well, and they didn't drink like this.

Continuing to pretend, she replied: "It may die soon, it may live for a long, long time, it may be thousands of years, I can't say." ”

"It's like an elf." Seanhill smiled and drank again. But he didn't seem to be drunk, and after pouring a glass of wine, he said to her: "This is the last glass, drink some wine at night, you can fall asleep quickly." ”

This is the result of living too long, watching everything that should be watched, playing everything that should be played, and it is impossible to follow those young elves of three or four hundred years old to laugh and laugh, dance and play the piano. It's a long night, and I'm single, and I only have to drink a little.

When Seanhill finally finished drinking, when Seanhill put down the crystal wine glass, the question arose again, where was he going to sleep?

This bed is very large, because the owner is very tall, do you want to sleep on the bed, but there is her lying on the bed. Seeing Seanhill walking step by step, her heart jumped.

Seanhill walked to the side of the bed and looked at her, with an unforgettable smile on her beautiful face: "Can you give in a little?" ”

Ah~~~, I really want to lie down next to her, she stammered when she spoke: "That, that, it's not good, or I'd better go back to my room and sleep." ”

Seinhill tilted his head slightly, and his smile seemed to be thicker: "I just want to get a blanket." ”

"Blankets?" She sat up with her body propped up, and there was an extra blanket that was resting under her pillow, and she hurried to smoke it.

"I'll do it." Seanhill leaned down, she pulled out the blanket and didn't pay attention, trying to pass it over, but as soon as she turned her head, she slammed her face into the other's chest.

A unique taste, like an orchid-like musk and a faint aroma of wine, touches the face is delicate.

"Be careful." Afraid of her bumping into her, Seinhill stretched out his arm to support her.

She really couldn't bear to feel this way, and it took a lot of effort for her to take her face away from someone's creamy chest. He didn't dare to raise his head, so he lowered his head and avoided it. If you raise your head, you will definitely see that shocking and cold face, she has seven emotions and six desires, and she doesn't know if she can stand it.

Seanhill reached out and picked up the blanket from the bed: "Thank you." ”

Thank you for what, thank you in reverse, don't get any closer, the sweat is coming out. Beauty is unstoppable, no wonder heroes are sad to pass the beauty level, and ordinary people are going crazy. When Seinhill walked back with the blanket, she dared to look at it squarely, looking at the straight back, eager to pinch herself a few times and come to her senses.

Seanhill went to the couch by the window, shook it off, lay down on it, and covered it. Looking at him, lying in front of the window with a pillow, even if he can't write poetry, any artistic conception comes out.

"Good night." Seinhill said slowly, his eyes closed to his long, thick eyelashes.

She was stunned for a long time before responding: "Good night." ”

Slept like this? What is not sleeping, not sleeping? Well, just sleep. It seemed that she was indeed suspicious, and the elves were different from humans, so she lay down and closed her eyes.

How could she sleep well, there was such a beauty lying not far away, she really couldn't sleep, she simply turned her head sideways, looked at Seenhill who was sleeping on the couch, and admired his beautiful posture when he slept, until her eyes were sour, and when she was tired, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When it was daybreak, when she was awakened by the noise and opened her eyes in a daze, Seanhill was sitting at the table with breakfast. The king's breakfast was simple, a piece of wheat cake and cream, a little mixed vegetables, and a glass of wine that had been poured.

"Did you sleep well?" Seanhill took the cake and dipped it in the cream and ate it slowly.

She replied honestly, "Not good." ”

Seenhill laughed at once, but didn't say anything, and continued to eat: "If only the elves could be like the Protoss without eating, in this barren land, most of the time is on food. ”

"It's a lot less fun if you don't have to eat." She remembered something: "Maybe this doesn't feel like the elves, the elves are only vegetarians." ”

"I also eat meat, when I used to follow my father to destroy the demons and be besieged by the demons, the food was exhausted, and I ate it once." Seanhill scraped the last bit of cream on the plate with the cake.

There was a pause, as if to recall: "It's unpalatable." With that, he put the last bit of bread in his mouth, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

She said very realistically: "If you want to live, you have to." ”

Seinhill swallowed the bread in his mouth and drank the wine from the glass, then put down the glass, stood up, and slowly moved to a cupboard, and reached out to open the wooden door, in which was a sword.

She knew which one it was at a glance: "Is it the one I pulled out?" ”

"Yes." Seinhill took the sword off the shelf, turned around with it, and drew the sword: "Do you know the owner of this sword?" ”

"I don't know, but I'd love to know." She really wanted to know who would use this special sword, which was two feet five inches long, not long, not short.

"It's my dead wife." Seanhill's answer surprised her, but quickly calmed down.

With the Elven King's height, his wife should be slightly shorter or equal to Elleras's stature, but such a stature is already considered tall among female elves. As a queen with a high status, she naturally wears weapons that she thinks are suitable, so the sword is lengthened when it is built.

For a while, I didn't know what to say, whether to comfort this widower, or to express my condolences? The queen may have been dead for hundreds of years, most likely when Eleras was very young, and the elves don't know that humans often find partners with the shadow of their parents, and Alain certainly doesn't have any fucking shadow of the prince.

Seinhill looked at the mottled blade, "She's not the most beautiful, but she's special, noble, and decent, and left us when Elleras was still an infant. (To be continued.) )