In the afternoon, the city of Sintra is clear and quiet, and occasionally you can hear a few cricket chirps that are not as distinct as in summer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe pebbles on the floor looked warm and shiny in the sunlight.

There are few cars and horses on the streets, and there are only three or two pedestrians on the road. Plants and lamp poles lined the streets, stretching out to row houses of varying heights, most of which were shops.

On such a quiet afternoon, the city of Sintra seems to be in a state of rest with its people.

A group of patrolling guards walked down the street, and although they walked in order, they were also leisurely walking and watching.

It was on this street that the silence was broken by the sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Da Da Da...!

It was a galloping carriage, and the patrolling guards didn't even have time to see the appearance of the carriage before it whizzed by.

The imperial capital's decree was not to allow horse-drawn carriages to move fast on the streets, and the guards hurriedly shouted when they saw this. They chased them for a long distance, but how could a man run faster than a horse.

The panting guards also comforted themselves in their hearts, those who dared to mess around like this must be either rich or expensive, and besides, the looseness in the city now should not cause any trouble.

The galloping carriage traveled unhindered, quickly through several streets, and finally came to a halt outside the large iron gate of a manor. In addition, it was an emergency stop, and the wheels rubbed some black marks on the ground.

The shape of the carriage is very luxurious, and the doors on the left and right sides are engraved with the royal crest of the Yurasno.

At this time, the door on the left side of the carriage was opened from the inside, and from above came an old man in a gray robe and white hair, who was none other than the "patriarch of the three dynasties" Gordo.

The manor where the carriage docked was also Gordo's mansion, and the person who sent him home was the new head of the Cabinet, the auxiliary prince Arino.

Gordo's face was very bad, and he got out of the car without saying a word, and walked into the manor with his simple cane.

After Gordo entered the manor and disappeared before Arena's eyes, the carriage did not stop. The groom was instructed to flick the reins of the horse a few times and quickly carried Arenor away.

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After Arino returned to the palace, he didn't bother to pay attention to the beautiful concubine and wife who went out to greet him, and hurriedly coped with a few words before rushing into the study.

In the study of the palace, there was only Vignier who was leaning on a wicker chair. She was wearing only a light coat, and her hair was a little withered, which made her look extremely lazy. Because she was half-lying, her slender and slender jade legs were white and shiny, undisguised for Arino to take in this beauty.

Vignier was reading a book in her hand, and next to the wicker chair was a small table with a beautiful tea set on it.

Arena admitted in his heart that the scene in front of him was picturesque, but he was in a terrible mood today, and he had no time to tease the delicate Vignier in front of him.

"It's been a hard time for you to leave early and return late today. Vignier's translucent eyes were always looking at the book, and her voice was languid.

"You're really laid-back, something happened!"

Vignier's reaction made Vignier stunned for a moment, and she gently put the book aside and straightened up to look at Arena.

"What's wrong?"

Arino paced back and forth in the study, and his whole body became anxious.

"This king regrets not listening to your advice, today the martial artist set aside Gordo, let this king go to the chief minister of the political cabinet!"

Vignier looked at Arena who looked anxious, and she said quietly, "So what?"

Arena stopped, turned to look at Vignier, and said angrily: "I thought that I would unite with Gordo to send Meliwitz out of the imperial capital, but now it is good that this king has become a sinner!"

"I think you're overthinking. Vignier stretched, not at all in the same hurry as Arena.

Arynor flicked his sleeves and said angrily: "Hmph! This king thinks too much? Is it still the king's turn to think more? Don't you know that the posture of Meliwitz today is like eating people!"

Vignier picked up the book from the side and asked softly, "Did he eat it?"

Arino rolled his eyes: "You! This king is a metaphor, a metaphor! Now this king can be regarded as offending Gordo, and he has been forced to be the chief minister of the Cabinet, this king is really..."

"What is it? You never thought about why Gordo would help you deal with Meliwicz, who didn't even come out of the disappearance of the Empress. Vignier deftly flipped the page of the book and blurted out the words.

Arena hesitated for a moment, and after analyzing it in his own mind, he said to Vignier: "This... This is well explained. Melwidz's coming to power will definitely support the people of their Ewing family, so that the current balance will be broken, and if Gordo does not come forward again, I am afraid that the future council will not need to exist. ”

Vignier chuckled and asked, "Do you think that's what you say?"

Arino frowned, "Isn't it? Gordo is eighty-five years old!"

Vignier shook her head: "I don't fight with you, if you say yes, it must be." ”

Arena was indeed stunned by Merwitz, and wanted to use Gordo to bite Melwitz, but he never thought that he would become a tool used by Merwiitz in the end.

"Then what do you say this king should do now? Help this king find a way to resign from this cabinet minister!"

Vignier tossed the book aside, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't think you need to bother anymore, there is no harm in this matter for you." ”

"What you said is really light, there is no harm? This king thinks it's all bad, do you think Gordo is willing to give up and go home to retire?"

"Is he really that capable that he will be checkmated by Melwidz? You yourself say he's eighty-five years old, what else can he do?"

"You mean to let this king take the council for his own use, and as for that old fellow, just treat it as an outcast?"

"Otherwise, Melwitz gave you a council, why not?"

"But, but..."

Vignier looked at Arian with a hesitant expression, and then she said, "It's nothing, you really plan to give it to someone else, don't forget, Gordo is eighty-five years old, and some people don't know what they've done in secret." ”

Arino sighed: "Forget about this king, think about it again, the council is not so easy to accept." ”

Vignier smiled, "So you're planning to take over the position of the retainer?"

"Of course!"