Theoretically, as a supporter of the Firebird family, Moshi should support Dino in marrying more women and having more children.

Mo Shi tried to get closer to this theory.

"Do you have a favorite candidate?" Mo Shi asked in a calm tone. But his heart is not really without waves.

Dino shook his head, and continued, "Brother Diffindor now has two sons. My father sent me a letter asking if I hadn't married a wife. When in the court...... Some of my friends often talk about it, and they think, "I don't have a lover, which is neither reasonable nor incredible." ”

Love is not invested in the wife, but in the lover, which is the medieval view of marriage and love.

"You and Princess Jelota are still young, Master Dino, at least for now. You're going to have kids. Mo Shi tried to persuade, "Don't be disturbed by other people's words. ”

These are just words.

Presumably, Dino is not unaware of the truth, and most people's troubles in the world are like this.

"What about you, Mr. Mo Shi?" Dino turned to look at Mo Shi.

Mo Shi paused as he lifted his glass. He was very confused.

"Me?"

"As far as I know, Princess Xia has just returned to the center from the Eastern Realm. ”

"Princess Thea?"

Thea is the eldest daughter of the Manka Golden Lion. Mo Shi didn't know why the topic suddenly turned to the princess.

"Ah, you probably don't know. Princess Xiya married into the Oriental White Lizard family two years after you went south. Married to the second son of Duke White Lizard. Unfortunately, the princess was injured while hunting five years later, and then died, and Princess Thea recently returned to the central government, and people speculated that the king wanted to find another marriage for her. ”

"You...... Do you want to marry her?" Mo Shi was a little confused.

As far as Mo Shi knows, it is very common for women to remarry in snowwalker society, and there is no custom of "widowing" for their husbands. But invisible discrimination does exist. Generally speaking, women who have been married can no longer form a marriage contract with someone of the same family, and they are not traditionally supported to be a side chamber unless they "climb high". But the princess doesn't have to "climb high".

"Oh, of course it's not me!" Dino laughed and shook his head, "I'm not drunk that yet, okay?"

Jumping the conversation from himself to Mo Shi.

Apparently very drunk at all.

"Well......" Dino whispered, after a moment's hesitation, "Your Majesty once mentioned that he wanted to marry Thea to someone who served in the court, and he said, 'The newcomer is the best! ”

"That's kind words, of course. Mo Shi blurted out.

Dino snorted complainingly, but agreed with Mo Shi's words.

"Many have guessed that that person is you, Mr. Moshi," said Dino in a long voice, "for when Your Majesty said this, it happened to be the day after the flood season of the Mut River in the spring, when no one dared to say that you were an evil spirit. Didn't Your Majesty send a letter to the Scarlet Foot House inviting you to return to the center?"

"Your Majesty did send a messenger. ”

"Isn't that right?" said a drunken Dino, "maybe in a few days His Majesty will talk to you about it." ”

Completely different from Dino's drunken pleasure, Mo Shi had been completely awakened by the indefinite news, and there was no trace of drunkenness.

For about a week or so, Mo Shi lived in Dino's mansion.

There was no news in the court, and it would not be proper for anyone to visit him at the door of the firesparrow, unless the man was his friend.

And Mo Shi has only a handful of friends here, except for Dino, there is only Sheka, and maybe Diya. But Diya would not leave the palace, where Dino and Shekha had already lived, and they had to go to the palace during the day.

Most of the time he had nothing to do, his eyes staring freely at the courtyard, and from time to time he remembered the rumbling sound of the waves, as if he had not left the raging river that had accompanied him for ten days and nights.

He stood in the courtyard, his ears rippling, mingling with the silence itself.

“...... Wow, stranger. ”

A girl's voice broke through the waves and woke Mo Shi back to his senses.

"Ah, I see, you're Mr. Moshi, aren't you?" the little girl was followed by an even smaller girl. They looked up at Moshi.

Mo Shi immediately understood. These are the two daughters of Shekha Hawthorn.

One of them was in his teens, and the other looked like he had just learned to walk, and he was right next to his sister. They wore light blue dresses of a similar style, with large round ears and large round eyes. It can be seen that it is well looked after.

Mo Shi tried to smile.

"Hello. Yes, I'm Moshi. ”

“...... Is that real?" My sister asked, her eyes wide, "That, that, the one that can turn snow into angels flying around!"

Mo Shi was stunned.

It took him a long time to remember that it was a spell he had once performed in front of Deya.

"Yes. He laughed, "Shekha actually told you about me." ”

The girl nodded.

It was snowing heavily. The elder sister glanced outside, and then the younger sister stared blankly at the courtyard.

Mo Shi raised his hand, and the snowflakes suddenly became entangled and rotated, forming small spiral clusters of flowers. Floating slowly towards the corridor, snow flakes continue to scatter from under the flower pedicles, and continue to replenish the shape through the falling snow falling from the sky. They shake to some kind of stability, and it's beautiful.

The girls had wide eyes.

The older one, with surprise and joy on his face. The younger one was frightened and burst into tears.

But because the big one only grabbed the small one by the hand and held it tightly, she had to stop in the end.

"You're going to love this day in the future. My sister said solemnly to my sister, who didn't seem to be very sensible at all, "Miracles don't happen every day!"

Mo Shi suddenly remembered butterflies.

Butterflies are a beautiful and common insect in the world of Moshi, but they are almost non-existent on the continent of the Northernmost Country.

The snowflakes turn into butterflies and flutter between the columns.

The girl reached out to catch it. Although the younger sister was scared to cry just now, she quickly followed behind her sister and jumped up hard. Mo Shi raised his head, his gaze chasing the butterflies flying where his fingers pointed.

When his gaze fell, he saw Duna and Nagasoo standing at the end of the corridor.

They often stood somewhere beside Mo Shi and looked at Mo Shi.

But this time was different. This time they stood side by side.

This time they seemed to be waiting. Wait for a conversation.

They looked so gentle and patiently watching him, but like a knife put together, Mo Shi froze for a moment, and then rolled up his sleeves and laughed.

In any case, he is the only one in the world who is condensed, and the lives of other people are circulating, like snowflakes and butterflies.