In this way, in the dim light, the two talked for a while, and everything that should be explained was clearly explained, and everything that should be planned was planned, and Zoro finally got up and said goodbye. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info somehow, his back looks a little lonely, a little bleak. He staggered to the black hole in the middle of the bookcase, and bent down to get into it, as if his whole person was about to be swallowed by the black hole.

However, at this moment, he heard the princess's voice: "Thank you, Zoro. It was a very simple five words, but it made him bend over and freeze in place like a fixing method, and it seemed that his body could still be seen trembling, and after a while, he took a step, and his figure disappeared into the black hole.

There was another "squeak", and the bookcase slowly closed, as if the black hole just now was an illusion.

The princess sat down on the bench for a while, and she reached for the bottle to pour another glass, only to find that before she knew it, she had drunk it all.

"You must have drunk too much. She said to the empty chair opposite, and in that case, there was nothing left to be nostalgic for in this study. The candle flame went out, and the study returned to darkness.

The wine is gone, the people are gone, and the house is empty.

The princess strolled down the corridor alone, and in the silence there was only the sound of her footsteps, and the servants who had been tired all day had long since fallen asleep in the room, and only the simple-minded could sleep so soundly at night. You won't be sleepless at night, and you'll not be disturbed by nightmares.

Strangely enough, the princess did not go to her bedroom, but to the downstairs where the people lived. There was a separate room at the top of a row of rooms, and as soon as she twisted the handle, the door was unlocked, and she pushed the door and walked in.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the room, which was spicy and pungent, which made people unpleasant. The bedside lamp was bright, and an old man was lying on the bed and still hadn't fallen asleep. His face was withered, his face was pale, and he looked like he had not recovered from a serious illness, and he was none other than the princess's butler, Mr. Sriel. He was looking intently at what he was holding in his hand, and when he heard the noise, he glanced up and put away what he was holding.

"Your Royal Highness?" he said, surprised, obviously not expecting Princess Sophia to visit late at night. He struggled to get up and salute, but was stopped by the princess.

"You're still recuperating from your injuries, so don't be polite. Besides, I've said it many times that it doesn't have to be that way in front of me. She bent down and said in a tone that had never been gentler than ever.

The old butler lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear such courtesy, "I'm just a subordinate, I don't deserve to be so valued by you, princess." ”

"Since when have you ever refused to have a good word with me?", the princess sighed, the corners of her mouth hooked, and her usual ridicule was revealed, but at this time she did not know who she was laughing at, the old butler in front of her, or herself.

However, in the face of the princess's questioning, the old butler still stubbornly lowered his head and did not say a word. Although he was terrified just now, he was as quiet as an old tree at this moment, and he refused to say a word again.

Perhaps knowing that her question was destined to be unanswered, the princess turned her gaze to the lamp at the bedside. The sparks of the leap reflected in her eyes, as if there was really a fire in the pupils. The princess looked at the lamp and couldn't help but think of what Sauron had said to herself in her study: "There is a scorching flame in your eyes, as if it were about to set people on fire from the inside out. But why can't you ignite the man in front of you who is as cold as ice?

She closed her eyes, feeling a little dizzy, "It seems that the bottle of wine is really too mellow and strong." She thought so, and then abruptly let herself fall on the old butler's bed, and slept beside the old butler. In fact, if the old butler was not still skilled, and with a sudden flash, the princess would have smashed directly on the old butler.

It wasn't like what a princess would do, but then again, what would Princess Sophia not dare to do?

She lay down and looked at the dark ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking. Silence returned to the room, and the two refused to speak again, as if they were in a game. In this way, the lanterns "crackled" softly I don't know how many times, and the princess finally spoke, "You were looking at that portrait just now, didn't you!", although it was a question, the tone was very determined.

Not surprisingly, there was another silence waiting for her.

As if suddenly erupted, the princess raised her voice: "Why do you always look at that painting, but you don't want to look at me even more, it's just a painting!"

Still a desperate silence.

"Sriel, you know, a guy just said to me that he would always walk with me. The princess's voice was low again, and the narrator was as flat as water: "He said that he was willing to give me his life and soul, and this is the first time I have ever heard anyone say that to me. ”

There was silence again, and just when the princess thought it was the same as just now, the old butler suddenly came to her mouth, and her voice was hoarse, "Congratulations, Your Highness." ”

"Congratulations? The princess's words returned to her usual coldness, "I told him on the spot that I didn't trust him. ”

After speaking, she sneered again: "In this world, sworn brothers can draw swords against each other, biological fathers and sons can kill each other, and the alliance can easily repent, in the end, who can really trust?"

Listening to her words, the old butler's unchanged face finally loosened, it was true sadness, there was no hypocrisy, and he persuaded with regret: "Your Highness, look at people, look at the world is too cold. ”

"Because this is fate, because my surname is Grievous, and the blood of this surname is not so cold and ruthless. ", cried the princess, who had lost her composure rarely, and her breasts rose and fell with excitement. It's just that she is not mortal in the end, and it only took a moment to regain her composure. She took a deep breath and asked, "Sriel, can you paint me a portrait too?"

"I'm just a subordinate, Her Royal Highness the princess is a nobleman, and I really don't dare to offend Tianyan. The old butler's eyelids shook violently a few times, and he gave the final answer.

The princess chuckled a few times, not knowing what she was laughing at. She got up from the side of the bed and straightened up. She turned to look down at the old butler, staring at him deadly. In an instant, that kind of contemptuous bearing returned to her, and she reverted to her former Highness Princess Violet, Sophia Grievous, "I've made up my mind, you'll help me, right?", she said with frost, her eyes full of frost, and her face stained with frost.

It's so cold that you don't get close.

The old butler's eyes flashed with struggle and pain, but at last he nodded.

The door was closed with a bang, and the princess disappeared from the room. The old butler took out a pendant and opened it, and inside was a miniature portrait of a woman.

Those eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Princess Sophia.