Jun'en Empire, the capital of the Empire.

In the court of the church, Bobilis, who was tightly locked by heavy iron balls and shackles, was a little listless, dragging the heavy iron balls to staggering step by step in the confessional corridor.

Every time he walked around, he would glance at the "observation deck" a few times, trying to see the beautiful woman from above.

But she was nowhere to be found every time.

That beautiful face had been carved into Bobilis's heart for some time.

Hoping and disappointed, Bobilis has made it a habit to look for that beautiful face.

Slowly moving this step, step by step towards the stone pillar area, Bobilis took a few deep breaths, and searched for the beautiful figure from the narrow stone gap again, his gaze quickly swept through the crowd, and suddenly! A wave of joy was transmitted from his heart to his whole body, it was her!

Bobilis's eyes brightened a little in an instant, and he looked at the beautiful figure through the crack in the stone, and after seeing her clearly, there was some joy and some distress, because the beautiful lady was looking at him step by step, and there were tears on her face.

The tears of the glittering light made Bobilis's heart ache for a while, and although he didn't know why this beautiful woman was crying, he only wanted to take off the heavy shackles and accompany her, and gently wipe away the tears for her.

Little by little, a poem popped up in his mind.

I want to accompany you, to be a belt for you, to wrap around your waist every day.

I would like to accompany you, become your falling ring, and accompany you to rise in the day and return in the night.

I want to accompany you and be the black shadow under your feet, appearing everywhere there is a light shining on you.

I want to accompany you and be your ring for his oath, and I will always be on your finger.

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On the fence in front of the penitential corridor, Maria of Bobilis was once again seen, and for some reason, unable to hold back her emotions, tears welled up, following him step by step until her face was no longer visible.

In just a few days, Bobilis had lost a lot of weight, and his haggard face made Maria's heart almost break.

She had never been so uncomfortable for a person's emaciation, so uncomfortable that her tears couldn't stop falling. Standing on the edge of the fence, Maria finally cried, she put her hands on her face, let her tears flow uncontrollably, and her lovesickness for many days was completely cathartic.

After crying for a while, Maria gently wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief and laughed slowly, the smile on her beautiful face was so thrilling. She slowly walked back into the crowd, quietly waiting for Bobilis to reappear behind the crack in the rock.

Deep in the palace bed.

The prince was lying on the lap of a beautiful young woman, who had only a thin gauze coat, and England buried his head in her lower abdomen, and lay motionless and lazily.

The woman gently cupped his head and said to him, "It's time for you to go to the halls of the Parliament, my Royal Highness." ”

England just twisted his head slightly, and said lazily: "There's Durrell in Congress, so I don't need to worry about anything." Recently, the quarrel in Congress has been on the table, and every day there is a constant noise at the long table, either slapping the table or slapping the table, and the table of Congress is about to be smashed apart by them. ”

The woman gently bowed her head and kissed England's handsome face, and whispered to him: "In any case, you are the prince of Jun'en, and the more you quarrel, the more you must listen quietly." ”

"You don't know, I can't be quiet at all, I've tried it several times, and the more I listened, the more angry I became, and finally I couldn't help it, and I quarreled with those councillors again. England said helplessly.

"Is the Empire ready to give up the Canna arrangement?" the woman asked softly.

England sat up with his eyelids drooping, and said weakly: "It's not that the empire wants to give up the Cana arrangement. It's just that Quinn's old thing has been cautious about the town of the Duchy of Zereva north of Canna City for all this time, and the town called Carroston City has come to a magician, and then this magician has cured the ruling viscount and saved a knight. ”

"There must have been something else that we didn't know about that that made Quinn's old thing so cautious, although now some members of Congress are slowly starting to lean towards Durrell, but Quinn's influence on that old thing can't be underestimated, and the things he wants to promote rarely fail. England Mu rubbed his eyes and said slowly.

The woman looked at him and asked him softly, "What about the knight of the House of Lot?"

"You're talking about Bobilis, the Lot family is so close to Quinn, and this is just a small warning to them. England said with a smile.

The woman gently touched Ingram's face and continued, "But didn't you say that the trial of that knight was initiated by Councilor Quinn himself?"

England gently took her soft and boneless hand and gently pulled her into his arms, and said to her slowly: "That old thing always likes to retreat and play some tricks from the bottom of the kettle, and in this case, he simply followed his wishes and let Bobilis suffer." How many of those who have been thrown into the court of the church can come out in peace?"

The woman gently reached into England's clothes and stroked the skin of his body.

"I can't go to the Congress, my dear little witch. England mum squinted, feeling the woman's fingers gliding over his body.

"Aren't you going to go?" asked the woman with a smirk.

"You brought it on yourself. England rolled over and pressed the woman under him, looked at her weak face, and kissed it slowly.

A hand stopped England's lips.

"My Royal Highness, you better hurry to the congress hall, or your teacher Durrell will be talking to you again and again. The woman's gentle words reached England's ears through her fingers.

"Anyway, even if it is now in the past, he will talk about it, so he just let him talk about it. As English Mu's voice fell, a big hand reached into the woman's gown, feeling the woman's watery tenderness.

"Hmm...... Don't touch there. The woman groaned.