"So you'll call me Your Majesty too. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info", Empress Pars laughed, her eyebrows fluttered a little proudly, whether the two of them communicated face-to-face or through communication instruments, Wren always called her by her name, and didn't even bother to shout an honorific, either Pars is long, or Pars is short, more often the word "you" is used to replace her honorific name. Seeing Wren shouting to himself in submission to His Majesty, Pars was happy after all.

In fact, she also understood that she originally wanted to idle Wren and prevent him from stirring up trouble in the imperial capital, but she didn't expect that in the end, she personally gave Wren more power, so that he had the capital to sit on the edge of the gambling table and wait for the opportunity to bet. On the one hand, she was really annoyed and angry with those bachelors and folk gossip, these bastards didn't want to do a good job all day long, make life better, and keep their eyes on the Orlando royal family every day.

Especially after her accession to the throne, there were always those who thought that a woman could not be a qualified and wise emperor, and that a good male royal family should be selected from among her brothers to take over the position. This statement is not unreasonable, compared to the rationality and brutality of men in their bones, it is obvious that women's indecision is not suitable for sitting in that position. On more than one occasion, the Empress of Pars lost her temper and threw things when she was alone.

So Wren cleverly stood on the same side as her, even though she knew that her doing so might allow Wren to find a chance to break the game, she was still willing to give Wren the power to rectify those who were full of spit.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why those people believe that women should not be in power, and that personal preferences and emotions always influence her judgment.

Secondly, there is one thing that Wren is very correct about in the process of narration, the interests of the gold aristocracy are aligned. They are all top-level rulers, and they must support each other, maintain their common position, and defend the firmness of their rule. Wren was given a certain amount of power, which he could not use against the royal family, nor against other golden nobles, but could only toss ordinary nobles. The ordinary aristocrats were either royalists, or members of the aristocratic group, and some useless wall grass.

She wants Wren to turn into a mad dog and bite them and make them show their flaws in their horror and anger. And she, all she has to do is hold on to the chain around the dog's neck.

Two considerations finally prompted Empress Pars's decision, allowing Wren to get what he needed, and Empress Pars also received certain benefits, at least she had an extra knife, and she could stab people for her if necessary.

Wren slowly got up, a confident smile gradually spread across his face, he pursed his lips, neither admitting nor denying, and tilted his head slightly and smiled, "Okay, I have to go, Pars." ”

"Can't you make me happy a little longer?", laughed Queen Pars, she was in a good mood now, and the thought of those annoying voices was about to disappear made her feel like the whole world was brightened by three points.

"With all due respect, no. Wren stretched out his hand and swept his body, his legs together, his very tall posture made his figure look very strong and slender, "Then I take my leave." ”

"Get out!"

Watching Wren disappear from the sight of Empress Pars with a reserved smile, the smile on Pars's face gradually cooled. She pressed one hand against the armrest, dragging her chin and her eyes out of focus. She was thinking about how she was brought into the situation of Wren, and how she used this capital to turn over the capital? Every golden nobleman is definitely not a person who is willing to lie dormant, and the divine blood gives them abilities and more and greater ambitions.

She shook her head after a moment, she couldn't quite guess what Wren would do, but she knew that Wren shouldn't be left untreated. She picked up a small golden hammer and tapped a decorative bell on the throne, but the slightly dull sound did not come far. A black shadow crept in through the crack in the door like a flowing liquid, and gradually moved to the foot of the steps in front of Empress Pars, and a man shrouded in a black cloak rose from the shadows.

He wears a hood and his face is completely invisible, revealing only a polished chin. He tucked one hand on his waist, bowed slightly, and called His Majesty. His voice is hoarse, with a distorted graininess when the gold and stone are rubbed.

The smile on Empress Pars's face was completely retracted, as calm as a lake without a trace of ripples, but it also exuded an incomparably noble and lofty momentum. Her eyes rolled slightly, and the afterglow of her black and white eyes swept towards the person who came out of the shadows, "Arrange for people to keep an eye on Wren, don't be discovered by him, don't alarm him, don't care about him, show me what he wants to do." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!", the man suddenly fell into the shadows as if he had stepped on a trap. The shadow exploded in an instant, and quickly disappeared. The whole palace is bright and magnificent.

In the empty palace, Pars was the only one left. She sat on the crazy throne of countless people, but at this time she seemed a little cold.

After leaving, Wren got into the carriage, and the carriage galloped quickly on the smooth road and quickly disappeared into the street.

A political storm triggered by "opening a window on a historic building" is slowly taking shape.

The sky over the imperial capital, which had just been sunny for a few days, was once again shrouded in clouds, and the increasingly cold autumn wind swept all life like a sickle, killing the warmth and blowing everything down.

Colin was a mafe, and like many maes, when he reached this status, it was only a means of knowledge for his own benefit. In fact, the bachelors are also very hard-working, and more than ten or even twenty or thirty years of research and study do not necessarily bring them superior status and dignity. The years have precipitated wisdom for them, and also taught them the cruel reality. Many bachelors choose to become tutors of the aristocracy, which is a decent job and at the same time brings enough income for themselves.

The other part continues to do research in an attempt to make a splash. However, this category is rare, not all research directions are correct, and not all efforts must be rewarded.

Others have become the mouthpieces of the aristocracy, using their intellectual authority to influence the direction of public opinion.

It can't be said who is right and who is wrong, everyone's purpose is to live a better and more chic life for themselves.

Colin took refuge with a nobleman who he believed had and must be behind him. But he didn't dig deeper, anyway, as long as the money was in place and he didn't do something that would ruin his reputation, then he never cared whether the matter itself was right or wrong.

Just like attacking the Orlando family's selection of an heir, it may seem dangerous, but it's actually not as scary as it seems. As the Emperor of the Orlando Empire, it was impossible for Empress Pars to come to trouble such a small person as him because of his nonsense. As for him, he not only gained an income, but also gained great prestige among certain groups of people.

There are two sides to everything, if someone likes it, someone will inevitably oppose it, and he is the vanguard of the opponent.

This is also the reason for the trouble with Wren this time. Commoners love to see "plebeian fighters" like him declare war on the golden nobles, and the nobles also want to see someone stomp on Wren's body. Although the thing was not done in the end, the result is not the most important thing, the important thing is the process, and it is the "commoner" like him who dares to stand up and tease the tiger whiskers of the golden noble, which is the most critical.

At this time, he smiled and chatted with several former colleagues and well-known councillors in the imperial capital, most of the neighborhood councilors in the imperial capital are composed of privileged classes, they are not nobles, they are more like nobles. The topic of conversation between these people is also inseparable from Rennes, after all, this is the only major event in the past few months.

"Wren has lost face this time, I'm afraid you'll be in trouble. With a smile on his face, the speaker shook his head slightly, took a sip of wine, and placed the glass on the table. Several glasses containing more or less wine were stacked together, and six people sat around the table, and Colin was among them.

Colin laughed loudly, looking like he was holding the Zhizhu in his hand, and he didn't look worried at all, "What trouble will I have?" He rudely picked up a piece of bacon from the table and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, his voice was a little muffled, "I attacked him in public opinion, but he didn't have the slightest solution, what does this mean? ”

"After so many years, the Arcanian family has always had to have a few opponents and a few enemies. And now, that I've removed the fig leaf of House Arcania, revealing my frail body before them, they'll pounce on them like vicious dogs, and tear off a few pieces of flesh from Wren. ”

"So ......," he continued, laughing with a lot of charm.

Several people chuckled and agreed, the truth is actually so simple. When the tiger dies, as long as it does not fall, people will still be afraid of the tiger and will not dare to offend. But if someone jumps out and tells everyone that the tiger is dead, and runs over and pats the tiger's buttocks, then no one will be afraid of the tiger's might.

As he spoke, several people complimented Colin, he would inevitably gain higher prestige and status if he did such a thing, and at this time, there was only right and no wrong to have a good conversation.

Suddenly there was a cacophony outside the room, this was a manor house in the Oak District. Although the Oak District is the outermost part of the imperial capital, the environment is also the most secluded at present. No sooner had he stood up than he saw a group of men dressed in a distinctly different way from the Imperial soldiers pushing and shoving their subordinates and rushing in.

The man at the front was very handsome, and he looked at the people gathered at the table with a very sweet smile.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Hugo, and you will remember this name and will never forget it until you die. ”

"Grab it!"