Lin Ze wants to catch up with the little princess. was gently pushed away by the latter and said, "I know, you are very busy now, and you have something very important to deal with." Go for it, I've been waiting for three years and don't care about waiting a few more days. ”

Lin Ze was speechless, nodded heavily, and said, "When the matter is over, I will accompany you to drink and enjoy the flowers." Accompany you to see Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. ”

"It's a deal."

"It's a deal."

Lin Ze is gone. But the little princess cried.

When Elizabeth saw her daughter crying again, her heart trembled, as if she had realized something.

"Mother, am I too cowardly?" The little princess came to Elizabeth's side and choked up. "I know the problems he faces. I know that after he leaves this time, he may not have the opportunity to meet me. But--I let him go. Am I too useless? ”

"It's not." Elizabeth shook her head lightly and said. "My daughter is strong."

"But—" The little princess said with tears in her eyes, biting her soft lips. "I really can't bear him."

"Who's to say he's going to be okay?" Elizabeth smiled and comforted softly. "Have you forgotten? When he was protecting you, he was able to survive so many times on the line of life and death. Don't you trust him anymore this time? ”

"yes. He was a stubborn and tenacious man. When the little princess heard this, her heart was relieved at first, and she rejoiced.

"Well, trust him. He has never let me down and will not let you down. Elizabeth nodded.

"Mother, would you like to hear me sing?" The little princess asked suddenly.

"Of course I do."

The little princess did not choose her best English song, but chose a Chinese song. The style of the song is a little sad and sad, and a little low and depressing. This is not a song for a little princess. But when a girl misses a boy, no matter how cheerful and bright she is, there will eventually be sentimental times.

There are special singing rooms in the palace, and the infrastructure is more advanced than the most upscale KTV. Needless to say, the sound quality is also superb.

The little princess clicked on the accompaniment and stood in front of the screen with the microphone in her hand and chanted.

"If you cut off the nerves that are too thin, will it be more sleepable?

There is a gray prison in my heart.

A black thought is roaring.

Draining the temper that is too hard will be more obvious than the one.

You can knock me down. But don't even think about me begging for mercy.

You are an angel among the devils, so send me heartbreak in the way.

It was I who laughed until the last second, only to realize that I had a knife stuck in my chest.

You are an angel among the devils, and hate is too cheesy.

The word thank you flowed from your eyes, and you may call me a madman, not a fool..."

"Angel Among the Devils".

A song that is not appropriate or particularly in line with the situation of the little princess, but who said that you must empathize physically and mentally to resonate?

When the little princess heard this song for the first time, she had a strong epiphany in her heart. In addition, she has learned the Chinese language very well. There is also a good understanding of the lyrics. While she liked it, she also learned the song.

When she's fine, she's always humming alone. To this day, she decided to sing it one last time. And then forget about it forever.

Smack!

The little princess slammed the microphone in her hand against the wall, making a rough ** work that was very inconsistent with her identity and character, and said to Elizabeth with a slightly ruddy face: "Mother, I am released." ”

"That's a good thing." Elizabeth looked at her daughter distressedly.

"I used to listen to this song and thought it could cause me to feel sad, so I flaunted myself and fell into it. Actually, I knew that this song didn't fit my situation. But think about it, even if it's me talking about comfort. Now he appeared and stood in front of me. I also realized that I didn't have to be him. Rather, it's how I'm going to be. What can I do? I like him, but I can't possess him for my own selfish desires. Because I know it's hard for him to be alone. So I gave up the song as I gave up the thought that I had when he came into my heart. Love can really be divided into many kinds. Possession is not the lowest, nor will it be the noblest. The little princess sat beside Elizabeth, let her mother hold her palm, and tilted her head with tears streaming down her face. Mother, is that so? ”

"Yes." Elizabeth sighed in her heart and said nothing.

She can use her supreme wisdom to enlighten and dissolve her daughter's heart knots and heal her spiritual scars. But so what? Can I take care of her for the rest of my life? No. And she doesn't need her own enlightenment. Just like Elizabeth had to go through a lot of mental trials back then. In the end, she also soothed and adjusted herself.

A person who has only experienced physical suffering, but has not refined it spiritually, will never grow up.

"Mother, you should go to work." The little princess wiped away her tears, and her beautiful eyes flashed with pure brilliance, and she smiled. "It's time for me to go back, too."

"Don't go back. I'm resting today, can I stay with you? Elizabeth said softly.

"But your job—" The little princess was a little worried, a little hesitant.

"Work can be done every day, but you don't want to come to the palace every day." Elizabeth laughed.

"Yes, sister."

Suddenly, a voice outside the door that was not domineering, but could even be called gentle and amiable, came into the ears of the two of them. But whether it is Elizabeth or the little princess, there is a trace of coolness from the heart.

This voice alone has a much higher psychological impact on the two than playing with a political opponent.

This person is not someone else, it is the eldest princess who even Lin Ze is a little afraid of.

He was still dressed in a simple long skirt and stood in the doorway with a strong aristocratic atmosphere. The corners of her mouth are smiling, like an amiable big sister.

Seeing that the person who came was her half-sister who had only met three times, the little princess stood up with a little restraint and lowered her head to say hello: "Sister, good morning." ”

"You're welcome, sister. That's where I came to visit my mother. It just so happens that you're here, so stay for a meal at noon. The eldest princess walked in two steps and said with a gentle and amiable expression.

"Okay." The little princess nodded obediently. I don't dare to look at this sister who is gentle and amiable on the outside, but iron-blooded and ruthless in her bones.

"Didn't you like the illustration in my study last time?" Elizabeth said with a smile. "Go to the study and get it, I'll give it to you."

The little princess nodded when she heard this, "Good mother." ”

Then he nodded to Princess Celestia and exited the room.

After the little princess left, the hypocritical smile on the eldest princess's face gradually retracted. In its place, it is breezy and indifferent.

"Sit down." Elizabeth gestured to the chair opposite.

Princess Celestia thanked her and sat down slowly.

She can strategically despise Elizabeth, but tactically, she never goes beyond the half-step.

After all, she is the empress and her own biological mother. Princess Celestia must ensure basic respect and reverence.

The two sat staring at each other, neither of them making a sound. The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing in an instant.

Elizabeth glanced softly at Princess Celestia, who looked back as usual. The two occasionally staggered, admiring the setting of the room, or contemplating with drooping eyes. Either way, no one spoke.

After a full quarter of an hour, the eldest princess slowly spoke: "I saw her this time, and I have grown up a little more. ”

"yes, it's grown up." Elizabeth said meaningfully.

"When you grow up, you should take responsibility." Princess Celestia said lightly.

"She's not like you." Elizabeth said lightly.

"Oh? What's the difference? Princess Celestia asked with a smile.

"She's her, you're you. Where will it be the same? What you like, she rejects. What she likes, you take as a joke. Elizabeth said inscrutablely. If you were the same, I'd be happy. That at least proves that you are all good daughters of mine. ”

"Everyone is different. Mother, don't you have the same personality as the aunt who died before I was born? Princess Celestia smiled.

Elizabeth suddenly closed her lips.

Her body trembled slightly when she heard these words, and there was a hint of gloom and anger on her peerless cheeks. But in the end, the negative emotions that suddenly surged in her heart were suppressed by her good cultivation and profound cultivation.

"Whew—" Gently exhaling a puff of incense, Elizabeth said calmly. "I've been missing her."

"I'm also looking forward to seeing my sister a few more times. After all, we are sisters of flesh and blood. Princess Celestia said suggestively.

"I hope you can get along. You're a sister after all. Elizabeth said.

"Yes, I'm a sister after all." Princess Celestia smiled meaningfully. "Mother, my aunt should have always called you sister back then, right?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything more, but slowly closed her beautiful eyes. The body trembled slightly from the mood swings.

After a long time, she said, "I'm tired. ”

"Don't disturb your rest." Princess Celestia slowly got up and paced away. It's just that when she walked to the door, she suddenly turned around and said with a leisurely expression. "Mother, after all these years, do you regret what you did back then? Even a hint of regret? ”

Seeing that Elizabeth closed her beautiful eyes and stopped responding, Princess Celestia asked herself: "I am your daughter, and my personality is always like yours." Then he left.

Elizabeth sat in her chair for a long time before she could release the pent-up emotion in her chest. Slowly opened his eyes, and those extremely beautiful eyes were full of contradictions and self-blame. It's more about worry.

Oh, yes. She is her own daughter after all, not like herself, who else can she be like?

But like yourself, is it really good? Is it good for the little daughter who has lived in the shadows all her life?

This is a daughter-to-mother conversation. It is also an enemy-to-enemy conversation. Elizabeth did not see her as an enemy, and she already regarded her as an enemy. This is a very contradictory statement, but it is also the most apt description.

When a man sees you as an enemy, he is already your enemy. Whether you want to or not, accept such a reality. It's all irrevocable. It also needs to be faced in person.

When Elizabeth returned to the study, the little princess was holding the illustration and admiring it, and her little face was full of seriousness and dignification. Like Elizabeth before the age of sixteen.

She's a lot like herself.

The other daughter was similar.

They all have their own blood in their veins, how can they not be like that?

It's just that the younger daughter inherited her gentle and gentle side, but the eldest daughter inherited her iron-blooded and cold side. Her own two personalities have been tormenting herself, and now when they spread to the next generation, it seems that one will also torment the other.

Is this fate?

Elizabeth, who never believed in fate, stood in the doorway and stared at the gentle and well-behaved little girl, her vision a little blurred. It's like looking at your childhood self.

At that time, like her, she never imagined that in the near future, her hands would be stained with blood, she would carry countless lives, and she would strangle another group of people for the sake of the lives of one group-"Mother." ”

The little princess found Elizabeth at the door, closed the book and got up and said, "Have you finished talking to your sister?" ”

"Hmm." Elizabeth put on a gentle face and said softly. "After lunch, shall we go for a walk in the back garden?"

"Okay." The little princess nodded obediently.

"Tonight, will you stay here for the night?" Elizabeth asked.

"This—" the little princess hesitated. "Isn't that right?"

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth chuckled. "This is the palace, I am the queen, who do I want to stay here, who can say anything?"

"But—"

"Including you, you are my daughter, the little princess. Who dares to do anything to you? This sentence was said magnificently, and the queen's breath was fully revealed. Even with the little princess's chest, there is a trace of pride that has never appeared.

He nodded and said, "I listen to you." ”

"I'll show you around the palace. I've been here a few times, but I haven't taken a good look at it, have I? Elizabeth took her little hand.

"Yes." The little princess smiled. "I've wanted to visit it for a long time."

Elizabeth smiled, and her heart was resolute.

If God really made her make a choice, then she wouldn't choose an heir who she hated after all.

――――The appearance of the little princess swept Lin Ze's predicament, and he just wanted to go back quickly to solve the problem. On the way, they got in touch with the young agents. Thankfully, these guys weren't targeted by the Assassins. So out of the remaining thirty agents, they were lucky enough to occupy five places.

It seems to be to show his strength. The Assassins were targeting experienced and highly skilled agents. In one night, more than 30 world-class agents died. And most of the remaining agents are not the main force of various countries.

This investigation showed that Lin Ze was even more angry.

Shark - it's so arrogant!

After Lin Ze gathered with the five agents with an angry heart, he went to MI6 as soon as possible. When the clinker was out of place, he received a call from Ruth.

"James wants to see you." Said on the other side of the phone.

"James?" Lin Ze, who was sitting in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows. "He's—"

"He was the only one alive among the assassinated agents." Ruth said in an awe-inspiring tone. "He's just woken up, but he probably won't last long."

"I'll be there shortly."

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