On the outskirts of the participating countries, on the border with Budo, the scenery is beautiful and beautiful, and the crystal clear rivers flow directly from the participating countries to Budo, tangibly linking the two countries.

King Brontë frowned, and let the guards guard at a distance, while he himself walked here alone.

Brontë was a young man with a very positive temperament, with eagle-like eyes, although sharp, but containing the softness of a pigeon, and the sharp shape of the lips, but full of tenderness.

He was not a good monarch in the past, because since he succeeded to the throne at the age of sixteen, for ten years, the country has been oppressed by the neighboring Budo for many years, and the people on the border have been miserable. The participating countries went from being a powerful country about the size of Budo to being a small country with an area of only one-sixth of Budo.

In fact, Brontë was not a monarch who was happy in time, and he was not a man who was easily contented. On the contrary, his ambitions were as great as those of the old king of Budo, and he was just as prepared for danger in times of peace. The reason why the country is not well governed is only because Budo is too powerful. Now, he is constantly thinking about how to regain the land he once had.

He had once married a queen, who was supposed to be a princess of a small country, but a moment before he became married, he learned that she was actually a civilian captive that the small country had snatched from a smaller country. The marriage was a scam from beginning to end, and the small country defrauded a large number of exchange gifts and the protection of the participating countries from the participating countries, but instead of marrying the real princess, they married a foreigner.

He was so angry with the small country that he put the marriage back on his way and fought a war with the small country and succeeded in annexing it to the country. As for the poor girl who had been married, Brontë did not embarrass her, but let her go back to her home country to find her family, and gave her a sum of money as an apology.

Although this incident passed, he left a haze in his heart, and he did not marry a wife until he was twenty-six years old.

In fact, although Brontë is ambitious, he still has a soft side to the weak in his heart, and is as stubborn as a child.

Just a month ago, his country had signed a peace agreement with Budo. At first, it was the Grand Duke who came to negotiate peace, and it was almost successful, but the Grand Duke was suddenly arrested and ordered to be executed by the old king of Budo. At the same time, the old king of Budo sent a new envoy to negotiate peace and marry the princess to Brontë.

Brontë sent a detailed investigation to find out the cause of the Grand Duke's death, but he was very puzzled, how could the Grand Duke, a person at the level of a senator, make such a low-level mistake. What puzzled him even more was that such a belligerent man as the old king of Budo should ask for peace.

Just before this month, the old king died and was succeeded by a new king, Lal.

After observing Ral's indifferent style for half a month, Brontë finally understood why the old king had to negotiate peace before he died, and married the little princess. All the arrangements of the old king were for the stability of the country, and he was worried that his son, who could not get the weapon, would lose the land of the country. If there is no peace, perhaps

Relying on Brontë's means, it is possible to regain half of the land of Budo.

However, this is not all bad, and Brontë has his true love, which is Princess Janet of Budo.

Princess Janet was sweet-looking, gentle and generous, and easily won the favor of Brontë, and the two of them lived a very sweet life. Although he had a good harvest in love, Brontë did not slack off in the war, and he kept his nerves on his nerves, thinking of a way to conquer Budo without breaking the peace treaty.

"Alas, now that the two have made peace, how can I send troops? I don't want to attack the small country next to me, as long as I take back the land I once had. I thought it was the conscience of the former king of Budo, but it turned out that he was pendulum

Come with me! ”

He looked up at the clear blue sky, his heart was melancholy, and the corners of his eyes showed melancholy.

There was a vast mist above the river, and King Brontë sighed as he slowly walked towards the river. Suddenly, he noticed that in the mist, on the bank of the river, there was a large white thing.

Looking up, in the distance of the river, in the direction of Budokoku, there seems to be a small waterfall. Brontë exclaimed in his heart, could it be the corpse of a beast or a human that rushed down from upstream?

He did not call the guards, but ran over to see it himself. Really! A woman in a white dress was lying there, her body soaked in water, her face was pale, her face was pretty and attractive, there were some wounds under the corners of her eyes, on her forehead, on her chin, and on her arms, and her clothes were expensive, but she had been cut several times by sharp stones.

Brontë knew that this kind of clothing was the latest in recent years, specially used to make dresses, worn in the summer, and only needed a thin layer, which was neither opaque nor stuffy. It was expensive and only a noble woman could afford it, and his queen Janet had two dresses of this material.

There were faint traces of blood in this thin material, and it seemed that there were some small injuries on the body. She looked like she was still breathing, just unconscious.

The silky water ran over her fabric, gently pounding against her scratched skin, and it looked really distressing.

Brontë hurriedly picked it up from the water and laid it flat on the grass.

"Hey, how are you?" Brontë whispered. The woman was still asleep.

"Come on, someone, there's a girl killed here!" He shouted loudly, attracting guards in the distance.

"Your Majesty, this girl?"

"Don't be stunned, save her!"

One of the guards looked up and said, "Could it be that this girl is from the country of Budo?" ”

Brontë was a little angry: "No matter what country she is from, now she is a weak woman who needs help." Just save her. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. But artificial respiration is needed, so I'll go and call the maids over there. ”

"Then hurry up!"

The lady's skillful technique soon revived the girl, and Brontë was very satisfied.

The girl was sent to the palace to recuperate.

She looked at the layout and decoration of the place, which was magnificent, with beautiful tiles on the floor and the smell of perfume on the gold gauze curtains. It's all so familiar. I seem to have lived in a place like this before.

In the haze, I saw a figure walking over, it was a woman, wearing a pale yellow dress, graceful, every step of the lotus, walking up, even the wind was fragrant.

After she saw this noble woman, she felt even more headache: "It's so familiar, your outfit is so familiar." She covered her head with the lower part of her palm and bit her lip.

The aristocratic woman gently walked to the side of the bed and held her wrist with a soft and cold hand: "Girl, don't be afraid. It was His Majesty Brontë, the king of the merchant kingdom, who discovered you, and his maid saved you. I'll leave it to me and my maid to take care of you. ”

The woman raised her head slightly, nodded, and the voice coming out of her mouth was very weak: "Hmm." ”

The aristocratic woman smiled softly and said, "I forgot to introduce myself to you." I am Janet, the princess of Budo, the princess of Budo, and the biological sister of King Lal of Budo. A month ago, the former king of Budo, who was also my father, was betrothed to Brontë, the king of the merchant countries. What about you? ”

And the frail woman in front of her, her expression gradually became frightened, she covered her head again, and kept muttering: "Budo, the king of Budo, the former king, Lal, Lal."

Your Highness...... Who the hell am I? These people are so familiar, what do they have to do with me? ”

"What's wrong with you, girl?" Jennifer was a little nervous, "Are you really from Budo?" Have you lost your memory? Doctor! Go and call Your Majesty and the Imperial Doctor! ”

Soon, both the Imperial Physician and Brontë arrived.

Brontë asked Janet, "What's wrong with her?" ”

"She seems to have lost her memory."

"That's going to be a problem."

The Imperial Physician examined the girl and sighed.

"How?" Brontë asked.

"This girl has lost her memory because of the blow to her head. ”

"Is there any cure for it?"

"Now our medical skills can't treat amnesia, we can only see if she can remember the past."

The woman was still frightened, and curled herself up in the corner of the bed.

Janet looked heartbroken. She hugged the girl gently: "Don't be afraid, since you can't remember, then I'll give you a new name, why don't you call her Lianni, how about it?" ”

"Lenny...... "The woman reads, "it's so nice." ”

Janet calmed down for a while, then went out with Brontë, leaving Renny alone to recuperate.

Lenny now lives in a small side hall belonging to Janet, and Janet can only live with Brontë.

The two returned to Brontë's room and sat opposite each other. The maid served green tea.

"Sure enough, drinking green tea in summer is more relieving of the heat, so we must let the fleet go to the East to find some more."

"Your Majesty, don't drink too much, think about it, your people can't afford to drink these things at all. It's better to collect the green tea that you find every time, and give it to every person a cup when it comes to the festival. ”

"Well, Janet is right, you're such a good queen." Brontë was overjoyed and touched his wife's hair, with doting in his eyes.

"By the way, what are you going to do with Lenny?" Janet asked.

"This ...... I haven't thought about it, why don't you let her be a palace maid? ”

However, when she came, Lianni was clearly dressed in the garments of the nobles of Budo, and her hands were quite delicate, and she did not appear to have done the work of a servant. If she is really made to be a maid, I'm afraid she won't be able to do it. ”

"That doesn't make her eat and drink in our country for nothing. Well, it's better to give her a piece of land and let her live on her own. ”

"That's not right, she is a girl with no relatives and no reason, her personality is so soft, and she has lost her memory, how can she live well in a strange environment?"

"Hmm...... So what do you want to do? ”

"When I listen to her words, I always feel that he seems to know my royal brother, and he has a good relationship." Janet guessed.

"What?" Brontë's eyes widened in surprise.

"What's wrong with you, Your Majesty? Why such an expression? Janet was puzzled.

"I won't tell you about this yet, and when I confirm it, I'll know where Lianni is."

Brontë called the guards and whispered to him: "Do you know the portrait of Bi Sheng, the prospective queen of Budo, and find me a copy." ”

The guard replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." Then he stepped back.

Janet frowned, pursed her red lips, and asked, "What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?" Bronte! ”

"It is better that you do not know about this, my dear Queen." Brontë's eyes were resolute, looking into the distance, flashing with unfathomable light and burning with ambition.

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