Female Knight and Male Princess

As chanted by the bard population, the Duchy of Transy is a very beautiful country. The capital city of Lien is located on the vast plain not far from the border. This city has no high walls. It surrounds the ring of the moat and is full of fresh flowers. Walking along the long street into the city, all you can see are lush green trees and blooming flowers. The stray cat lay lazily on the side of the road, even if a stranger approached it, it would not be frightened to jump up and run away.

No wonder such a city would raise a prince like Matthew. Romance is a factor engraved in the soul of the city of Lien, and Greer, who led his people to build this city, can be said to be the most famous bard in Westerland since ancient times. Lien means freedom in the ancient Elvish language. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Matthew fits Lien City from the bottom of his heart.

The moment the carriage drove into the city gate, Matthew immediately became energetic in a daunting manner. He poked his head out of the window and looked around excitedly: "Oh, that tavern is still open, Vivi, come and see, it's my favorite tavern before."

"Isn't that old John? Good fellow, he looks stronger."

"James? That guy is fat again."

A young girl passed by the carriage in a group, and when she saw the handsome gray-haired youth, she threw a series of winking eyes. Matthew whistled with a smirk, and the girls burst into laughter, then blushed and ran away.

"This is really an unrestrained city." Lan Weiwei sighed, she asked curiously, "Matthew, do people in the city know that you are a prince?"

"Of course I know." Matthew was proud. "Everyone said I was the most romantic prince in the entire Ambrecht Empire, with the soul of a bard."

Taylor sneered: "Why don't you tell the residents that you are the prince who likes whips and candles the most in the entire Ambrecht Empire."

"Damn Bert, if it weren't for him to talk nonsense, no one would have known it." Matthew was annoyed. "The old man was furious when he found out and shouted to beat me, so I ran to Old Walker's house and hid."

"Old Walker?" Someone dared to defy the king's order blatantly. Lan Weiwei expressed his admiration for the warrior.

"It's the owner of the tavern just now." Matthew began to recall his past feats. "The old man sent the city tour team to Old Walker's house to arrest me. Old Walker has no choice but to let me escape to Old John's house."

At that time, the young prince was chased by the angry king and ran around the city. The residents tried every means to help the prince conceal his whereabouts. They hid the prince in the wine cellar, in the rice storehouse, and waved their hands pretendingly when the patrol team came to the door. The patrol team was exhausted, and the whole city fell into a funny kind of jump. Those who have experienced that incident now think of it as a big carnival in Lien City.

The smile on Matthew's face is nostalgic and warm. Since his youth, he has often slipped out of the palace to hang out in the market. The plants and trees in this city, each household, and even each cat are so vivid in his memory. He was like an ordinary bastard, drinking in the tavern, whistling at the passing girl, and struck his sleeves to fight if he didn't agree with him.

Matthew still remembers that time when he was pressed to the ground by a group of people and beaten severely. He got up from the ground with difficulty, and the blood was constantly pouring out of his nose. The boy didn't bother to take care of it.

"Hey." A handkerchief was gently thrown on Matthew's face. The beard-faced man put his hands around his chest, "wipe the blood."

The young man stood still on the spot.

"Have you been beaten stupid?" The big man picked up the handkerchief and wiped the boy's face roughly, "Smelly boy, didn't you just lose a game? Just fight back next time."

He couldn't help crying when the handkerchief was pressed on Matthew's face.

Dahan was at a loss for a moment: "Hey, hey, why are you crying." He wiped a few more indiscriminately, "Now boy, really, forget it, you come back with me."

The big man led Matthew back to his tavern. The boy lay on the bar and cried loudly, then raised his head: "I want to be an apprentice with you."

The big man, the old Walker helplessly scratched his head: "Well, I really can't help you."

Matthew started as an apprentice in a tavern, from clumsy to skilled. Not only the guests in the tavern, he is acquainted with his neighbours and all kinds of people in the city. Those guys who had beaten him, after he beat them back fiercely, turned out to be very close friends.

He runs freely in this city, Lien, so he deserves to be called Lien City. The palace that stands in the city is nothing more than a shackle tied to him.

Later, Matthew left Lien City, not because of Phyllis, nor because of boredom. Probably a factor of restlessness is flowing in his blood.

Now, he is back, and here is the same as before.

Lan Weiwei listened to Matthew talking about the absurd things she did when she was a teenager. No matter what Matthew said, he couldn't deny that she loved Lien City deeply.

The wheels rolled across the stone road, and the afternoon sun poured into the carriage, shining on the gray-haired young man, coating him with a layer of dazzling brilliance. Speaking of the rising point, he gently plucked the lyre, and the music flowed softly and warmly.

Like a beautiful painting, Lan Weiwei smiled and listened. She turned her head inadvertently, but saw the fleeting loneliness on Taylor's face.

At Matthew's desperate request, the carriage did not drive into the palace in the end. Orville looked for a good hotel and took care of everything as usual. Everyone was sleeping out in the wild for several days, and they were all tired. After saying goodnight to everyone, Lan Weiwei closed the door and lay down on the bed.

She couldn't help but think of Tyler's lonely expression. Did he think of something? It was Matthew's words that touched him.

Lan Weiwei, what are you so crazy about? The girl slandered herself, the princess did not have your turn to care about, no matter how good, there is Orville.

But she kept recalling Renee's words: "Taylor, he is very lonely."

In everyone's memory of Taylor's past, he was raised as a girl since he was a child, his father died at the age of three, his mother died at the age of ten, and then moved into the temple. Only Orville can accompany him. He read countless books, almost understood all the knowledge on this continent, and these, when I think about it, are just his only pastime in countless lonely days.

The deep feeling between Matthew and Lean, for Taylor, is just an extravagant hope.

Although he was born in that magnificent imperial capital, he never left Cayenne City until Lan Weiwei was summoned. But that city was just a strange place to Taylor.

He couldn't get out of the palace and temple, in order to hide the truth about the saint, he could only stay behind the deep wall day after day.

People praise him, worship him, and regard him as the supreme being who protects the mainland. At the same time, they stayed away from him, looked at him in the distance, and never approached the real him.

Therefore, when he heard Matthew's memories, he showed such a lonely expression. Because of those, Taylor didn't have any.

With such a past, Lan Weiwei wouldn't feel the slightest weird if Taylor had become a mean and indifferent person. But this is not the case for him. Under the proud shell of the teenager, his unique tenderness is hidden.

He asked Lan Weiwei to escape first when the two were being chased, and took the initiative to carry the **** his back when Lan Weiwei wrestled. They were walking on the road together, Lan Weiwei was behind, and Taylor always stopped and waited. He will also hold Lan Weiwei's hand to block the noon light for Lan Weiwei. When the two of them were together, Taylor had never really disliked Lan Weiwei's clumsiness. And the hug in the sunset...

Damn, I'm almost moved to cry by this Tsundere.

Lan Weiwei got up from the bed, rushed to Taylor's room in three steps and two steps. When she knocked on Taylor's door, she immediately regretted it again.

What should i say? "Taylor, let me care about your psychological condition"?

No, it should be "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, let's come out to enjoy the moon".

It's not about sister paper! Do you say "Taylor, I can't sleep, come and chat with me"?

He will definitely be kicked out!

Lan Weiwei's legs trembled at the thought of Taylor's poisonous tongue attack. Tyler hasn't spoken to me for a long time, will he be overwhelmed?

Before Lan Weiwei thought about how to deal with this situation, the door opened with a creak. Tyler was wearing white silk pajamas and frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

The teenager's blond hair was scattered, hanging loosely on his shoulders. Lined with naked. The collarbone exposed outside the neckline reveals a hazy sex. feel. Lan Weiwei couldn't help swallowing, now is not the time to become a nympho, Lan Weiwei!

She smiled dryly: "Well, the moonlight is so good tonight."

It's rough! I said it's rough! Lan Weiwei couldn't wait to slap herself twice, she would definitely be madly poisoned, she was ready to die.

Taylor glanced at the sky lightly: "Indeed."

Huh? Lan Weiwei was dumbfounded.

"What the **** are you doing?" Taylor squinted at Lan Weiwei, "It's so late, go to bed if you have nothing to do."

"That, that..." Lan Weiwei pointed her finger, she really didn't know how to speak, so she could only ask directly, "Are you upset this afternoon?"

Lan Weiwei, you silly X! Shut up if you can't speak, soul light! It will definitely annoy Taylor like that time on the mountain!

But Taylor didn't say anything, the faint sweetness dispelled his frustration, she was caring about me. The girl blinked her black eyes, her lips slightly pursed, delicate and cute.

He tried to restrain the corners of his mouth from raising up: "Go and sit in the yard."

"Eh? Wait, wait..." Lan Weiwei pulled Taylor's sleeve, "You just go out with a little dress like this? It's very cold at night outside."

"It's troublesome." Tyler turned and entered the room. "I'll go put on a cloak."

At that moment, the corners of the lips were still curved, and under the moonlight, it looked like an iris flower in a dream.