"If you are pleased, dear Your Majesty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Your wish is my will. Prince Ferdinand of Sven said thoughtfully, and then affectionately took the Empress's hand and kissed the back of her hand firmly.

Even Frederick dared to address only "Your Majesty Honorably", and only Prince Ferdinand dared to address him "Dear Your Majesty" with playful flattery and offensive compliments, quietly announcing to the world that he and Elena had a self-evident marital relationship.

Elena was afraid of her father and didn't dare to lose her temper with Ferdinand, so she lowered her head and withdrew her beautiful hand, in no mood, and turned around and muttered: "Go back to the palace." She didn't even bother with the rest of the nobles, and when she turned to walk away, she secretly wiped the back of her kissed hand with her sleeve.

Filia frowned at it. She asked herself if she was pecked by Ferdinand's hairy mouth, and if she was hypocritical, she would definitely get goosebumps.

But Ferdinand did all this blatantly, showing the nobles the weak side of the empress and Frederick the difference in status.

If Frederick and the prince were truly equal, there would be no need for the empress to emphasize equality. The more the word equality is used, the bigger the gap.

Clemsonson and the remaining nobles were caught off guard, and they were abandoned on the Place des Heroes, without even kissing the back of the Empress's hand.

Frederick had just guessed Elena's mind in ecstasy, and for a moment he was sure that Elena loved him, and for a moment he was not so sure, and when the scent of cherry blossoms had not yet dispersed, and the chorus of sunshine was still floating, and he was still in a state of anxiety, when he suddenly saw Ferdinand brazenly kissing Elena's hand, and the cry of "Dear Majesty" almost blew up Frederick's liver.

This fiery jealousy is like frying Frederick's liver in a frying pan until it is ripe and painful, so that he cannot survive for a second: either rush up and take away Elena's hand, or gouge out the painful liver with a knife, and if he does nothing, he will live like a year.

Then, Prince Ferdinand glanced back at the bewildered Sith. Sith and the prince looked at each other, thought for a moment, bent down to pick up the empress's handkerchief, looked at the empress's back, and said without any emotional fluctuations: "With all due respect, Your Majesty." If a knight is deprived of the right to a fair duel, there is no justice in the country. If you insist on taking sides with His Highness Frederick, if you are willing to be fooled, I can only accept it, and I have nothing to say. ”

Fillia suddenly caught a glimpse of Frederick's reins trembling. She turned her head to see Frederick's teeth pounding into her head, and her fists clenching the reins to the bone. Her heart tightened, and she wondered, "Why is he so easily angry? He can't beat the dreadnought knight, but don't mess around." ”

Prince Ferdinand scolded, "Sith, give me some interest!" and then said nothing else.

Sith bowed his head, walked up and handed over his handkerchief, and said helplessly: "Your handkerchief, your honorable majesty." ”

Elena's body shook. She couldn't take the handkerchief, which meant acquiescence and submission, and would ruin the prestige she had worked so hard to build. But Prince Ferdinand was careless in not stopping the reckless Sith, and even Clemson did not react, as if it was the daily life of the Sith to pick up the handkerchief and return it to its original owner.

But, according to the normal rhythm, the handkerchief symbolized the emperor's wrath, and the Sith should retreat in fear and trembling. He lectured the Emperor as if he had nothing to do, and ended with handing back the dirty handkerchief, and openly fought with Elena and began to fight against each other—so many nobles were watching! If a foreign knight could ignore the Empress's wrath, would Elena's decree be a dead letter?

So Elena had to hang the Sith. Otherwise, you can't stand up.

However, the Sith is the prince's favorite general, and if Elena makes a fuss and finally lets Sith survive, her prestige will be completely ruined...... No one would fear her anymore, and in these troubled times, fear represented royal power. A monarch who has no one to fear, a monarch who has been set aside.

Elena knows all too well the preciousness of fear. Her lips twitched in anger, and she clenched her fists as she glared at the Sith as she approached, but she could not frighten the fearless madman, and Elena felt that she had been forced onto the bridge, and she pleaded in vain: "Help me, Clemson, rebuke the knight, save me!"

The Prime Minister hadn't come to his senses yet - or he was willing to be confused.

The Sith, under the gaze of the magnates, in the hot breeze, in the sound of the roaring fountain, calmly walked up to the Empress, holding the dirty handkerchief.

Filia raised her eyebrows, and muttered in surprise and anger, "How dare he!" and was about to stop her horse, when she suddenly heard a long neighing of a prancing horse, and the horse's hooves "clicked" on the beautiful stone bricks, making everyone's ears stick!

The Sith looked back in astonishment, and saw the silent blue-haired boy like a furious god, prancing out of the ranks of knights, and as soon as the gale blew through the Sith's helmet, Frederick's horse's hooves were already "clicking!" landed in front of him, pulling the reins wildly, pulling the horse upright and neighing, and at the same time "Sho" drew his power sword!

As soon as the ideal messenger came out of the sheath, he reflected the luster of the imperial soldiers in the sun, and immediately caused one exclamation after another:

"Half-meter-long hilt...... That's the ideal messenger?Grand Duke's imperial soldier?"

"Isn't the imperial soldier missing!

"What's going on in Bafaria!"

Frederick raised his sword and leaped into the horse under the scorching sun, and the heroic silhouette of this moment frightened the fiery swords of the four fearless knights out of their sheaths, and they were waiting for the battle with great momentum, and the sword was tense!

However, when the front hooves of the angry horse fell back to the ground, Frederick's sword had already taken the Empress's handkerchief, shook it in his hand, and clenched it tightly. Then he angrily tore off his white glove and threw it at the feet of the Sith, and rebuked him angrily and disgustingly: "Pick up my white glove! Accept my dueling request! If you fall under my sword, Sith, I command you to prostrate yourself on the ground, humbly kiss the tip of the Empress's shoes, and beg her to forgive your ignorance!"

Ferdinand's mouth opened wide. It was his strategic goal to force Frederick to fight, but he didn't expect this young man to be so violent that he turned "fighting" into a "challenge"!

The Sith became passive: first, he had to humbly pick up the gloves on the ground, and the words that the Sith had just taught the Empress had all become "ignorant words" and that he had to "beg for the Empress's forgiveness", whether the Sith accepted the challenge or not, this definition was confirmed!

Honestly, now it's going to be a fight anyway. But in such a way of playing, it is all Frederick: because whether he wins or loses, whether he lives or dies, he will become the talking point of the Wiener maidens, and it is the Empress Elena who wins: because of Frederick's response, all the Sith's tirade is self-defeating-the empress does not kill the Sith, it is all respect for the duel, and the empress's sparing of the Sith is all connivance with Frederick. Elena is still the unattainable and arrogant empress.

And the masses generally feel that Frederick has come out and is clamoring to you, so don't anger the empress, pick up your gloves and fight to make everyone happy.

As a result, the Sith lost in momentum and public opinion, and lost in a mess. The only thing he could win was a duel, and a single chop of Frederick might make things better.