Female Knight and Male Princess

"Really don't plan to go with us?" Lan Weiwei frowned.

Lansley nodded: "The young master needs to rest. Someone else will take over the affairs of the caravan."

Lan Weiwei felt guilty, she hadn't seen Charles for several days. Lance said he was weak and needed a lot of sleep. It was because of that serious injury. Although the wound was quickly healed, the damage to Shire's body was enormous. Moreover, since their reunion, Charles's complexion has not been very good.

"What's wrong with Shire's body?" Lan Weiwei asked cautiously, "I don't think his face is very good, it was like that before he was injured..."

"Don't worry, the young master is just too tired. After all, he is in charge of all the affairs of the Thackertlev family." Although Lance looked cold, he still patiently comforted Lan Weiwei.

"Can I meet him? I want to be alone with him."

"Sorry, Miss Weiwei, Master has been sleeping."

"So..." Lan Weiwei sighed slightly, and it started to rain again. The patter of rain came from outside the door, against the hazy sky, making people's hearts heavy, "That generation of me and Charles said sorry." Lan Weiwei smiled, "Goodbye, Lance."

Lance nodded: "Goodbye, Miss Weiwei."

The clattering of horseshoes gradually disappeared, until the shadow of the train team was faintly invisible, Lan Weiwei retracted his gaze and sat back on the chair again.

"Humph." A soft snort came from the side.

It's a pity that Lan Weiwei was in a trance and didn't notice any changes around her.

"Humph!" The grunt became louder, and the content of it changed from the sour and arrogant to the red. bare. Naked dissatisfaction.

But Lan Weiwei is still in a trance...

"Huh!!" The piercing creak of the moving chair sounded, followed by the sound of moving the candlestick a few times.

Desperately, Lan Weiwei's thinking was still not pulled back.

"Weiwei." Matthew finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Huh? What's wrong? Matthew."

The gray-haired youth twitched his forehead: "If you don't return to your senses, our Highness will tear down the house."

"Huh? Tyler, you called me just now?"

The princess who was about to move the table froze, and he stiffened his back calmly: "Yes, this princess has something to order."

I go, how much face this guy loves. Matthew was unable to complain. He felt that if he continued to stay here, Taylor estimated that he would always turn on the cold princess mode. Just take it for the sake of Weiwei, I'll go.

Matthew grabbed Vincent who was sitting reading a book: "Let's go back to the room first, and we have to leave tomorrow, right? Remember to go to bed early."

"It's only morning..."

"Haha, you know what I mean, Weiwei." Matthew cast a wink at Lan Weiwei and dragged Vincent away.

Humph, thought this tone of voice. Can the drama stump me? Lan Weiwei spurned secretly in her heart, but her sister was a person who had surveyed the eleven countries.

"Now, Tyler..." She turned her head and suddenly found Tyler sitting on the spot with a flushed face.

Seeing Lan Weiwei looking over, the young man immediately shook his hand desperately: "I didn't think of anything strange, absolutely nothing!" As if to find that such a reaction was overwhelming, Taylor coughed, "What did Matthew say just now, this princess didn't Hear it clearly."

"..."

Mother of Heaven, why do I think that Tyler has a different impression in my mind? The style of painting is not right at all. It is possible to return the goods...

"What did you ask me to do before?" Lan Weiwei decided not to go deep into why Taylor blushed, and leaned slightly, letting herself get closer to Taylor.

The corner of Taylor's mouth raised an imperceptible arc, the arc rose to half, and stopped again. No, don't be happy because of this little action, this princess is not so easy to be bought.

"You seem to be very reluctant to Shire." Tyler kept his eyes open, with an expression of "This princess is just asking, not jealous".

Lan Weiwei decided to tease him: "Well, Charles is so good to me. If possible, I would really like to go to Constantine with him."

"Don't I treat you badly?!" The princess became angry immediately, and he glared at Lan Weiwei, like an angry cat.

"But you used to call me an idiot." Lan Weiwei shrugged.

"That's because, that's because..."

"Because I was stupid?"

A fool knows that he can't answer that way. The "Guide to Love" is right. Women just like to turn old accounts! There has never been a moment when Taylor hated his poisonous tongue so much.

"Because of what? You mean."

Tyler looked at Lan Weiwei bitterly, and Lan Weiwei stared at him without flinching. If Tyler didn't give a satisfactory answer today, the two would fall apart.

Taylor flicked and stood up: "You are right, because you are an idiot." He said loudly, "But, I just like idiots, what's the matter? Idiots are very cute too!" At that moment, he Like a grieved child, biting his lips tightly. I don't know why, the words that have been unspeakable have slipped out so easily. Even so, his face was still red as if he was about to bleed.

This guy is so cute... Lan Weiwei couldn't wait to pounce on his face and rub his face: "Didn't you say you don't like me?" The girl still couldn't restrain the thought of teasing him.

"Who said I like you? I like a stupid woman!" Taylor gritted his teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'm that stupid woman." Lan Weiwei held Taylor's face.

"What are you doing?" Taylor sneered.

Lan Weiwei smiled: "Someone ignored my wishes last night, and I must have revenge." She gently touched Taylor's tall nose with her nose, "Now, let's kiss."

The moment Lan Weiwei closed her eyes, she felt a warmer breath enveloping her. Tyler's eyelashes ran across her cheek, itchy, like the finger that plucked a string. Then Taylor's lips were printed. It was not the first time they kissed, but Lan Weiwei was still shaking with tension.

"Don't be afraid." She heard Taylor whisper, and the boy wrapped her around her waist and held her tightly in his arms.

I'm not afraid! At any rate, I am also a woman who surveys Beep V, whose theoretical experience is the best in Westland. Lan Weiwei grabbed Taylor's sleeve: "We, let's have a French kiss!"

"What is a French kiss?"

Lan Weiwei was startled by the words that came out of her suddenly, and then she was proud of Taylor's doubtful and curious eyes: "I don't know, let this girl teach you well. Open her mouth. "Ms. Lan guided him in an old manner.

"Ah~~" Taylor cooperated obediently.

"It doesn't need to be that big, and it's not for feeding."

"So?"

"Well, good, keep this position." Lan Weiwei stared attentively, "Next..."

Damn, what's next? Don’t you just stick your tongue into the other’s mouth? What should I say? "Taylor, stick your tongue out" or "Taylor, stick your tongue out of my mouth". Do not! What a shame! The third time kissing is such a big-scale real husband? !

Heavenly mother, why on earth did I want to say that kind of thing for a while...

"And then?" Taylor waited impatiently.

"Yes, then, yes! Then it's like this." Lan Weiwei dropped a kiss on Taylor's lips, "This is a French kiss."

"Is this different from the one just now?" Tyler felt like he was being tricked.

Lan Weiwei is stern: "You don't know, we have a country called France. They are used to kissing with their mouths open, so it's called French kiss."

"But..." The princess has doubts. The hot kiss in the book is not all about sticking your tongue into the other's mouth, and then beeping, is it the next beep? Forget it, if you really ask, maybe Weiwei will be considered a hooligan. As for the secret joy that flashed in her heart when she heard the two words "Kiss". How could this princess have that kind of mental activity.

Two people in love, even if they don't do anything, just sit together and be stupid, and the whole day feels passed quickly. Lan Weiwei and Taylor struggled with the serious proposition of "Who will let go first" for about ten minutes at the door.

"I'm done this time, I'll count one, two, three, and let go together."

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

"I said let go!"

Lan Weiwei deeply felt that she had already begun to transform into a kindergarten teacher, why didn't she find this guy so naive before she fell in love! The fairy tales are indeed deceptive!

Because I want to see you more, can't you? Not everyone wants to see this princess!

After yelling in angrily in his heart, Taylor finally let go of Lan Weiwei's hand reluctantly: "Okay, go to sleep."

Seeing Lan Weiwei closing the door, Taylor lay on the door again, listening carefully to the movement in the girl's room. Well, it should be changing shoes. With a bang, the necklace was taken off. Then she dusted the quilt again. The rustling voice... is it taking off your clothes? !

"His Royal Highness, what are you doing?"

"!" Taylor straightened his upper body quickly, "nothing."

Orville gave Tyler a suspicious look. "I have something to say to you."

Thinking about it, since returning with Weiwei yesterday, it seems that I haven't talked to Orville much: "What?" Taylor asked, pushing open the door of his room.

Orville waited for him to sit in the chair before hesitated and said, "It's about you and Vivi." Without waiting for Taylor's response, he continued, "Do you really love Vivi?"

Orville looked serious and serious, Taylor smiled, that smile proudly and surely: "Of course."

"That's right." Orville couldn't help but smile. "If you didn't really love him, how could you care so much. But, I don't want to say that." The youth's eyes were very solemn, "You and Weiwei Together, what about the future? Have you thought about it?"

"after?"

"Have you forgotten?" There was a strange sadness in Orville's voice. "You are a princess, not a prince."

Tyler was silent, after a long period of lag, he spoke: "It turns out to be like this. Matthew told me that you don't seem to agree with me and Weiwei. Is it because of this?"

Orville was noncommittal: "You haven't answered my question, Your Highness."

Taylor sighed long: "I'm tired, Orville. No matter what you think, when this event is over, I plan to leave Cayenne City."

"Your Highness!" Orville took a step forward.

Tyler raised his hand gently, motioning Orville not to get excited: "Even if there is no Vivi, I don't want to go back. Do you want me to stay there? Stay in the temple."

"What about the throne? You are the first heir to the empire."

"Don't be silly, Orville, even if I inherit the throne of my uncle, how can I continue the power as I am. I can't get married, let alone have children. I can only maintain the so-called holy body and die. Sooner or later the throne will fall into the hands of my cousin. Since he wants it so much, it is better to give it to him earlier."

"What about the saint?" Orville still didn't give up.

Taylor’s smile was subtle: “Saint? Don’t tell me you don’t know, Orville. Except for me and the first saint, every saint born in the Leon family is a fake, even me.” He sneered. "I don't know if it's a real saint."

"Your identity has been recognized by the Slate Oracle."

"We're not discussing this." Taylor whispered, "Since the saint is a fake, when I leave, my uncle will naturally choose another qualified saint. Anyway, they are already skilled in doing these activities, not bad. These one and two."

He looked up at his most trusted confidant, "Oville, I only told you this. I'm already very tired. From the moment I have memories, pretending and deceiving, I have never left me for a while. I want these, but I can't choose, and I can't throw them away. But now, the opportunity is here, right?"

Under the dim light, the outline of the young man was vague, "As long as the abyss altar is destroyed, the duty of the saint is over." He smiled relievedly, "I am free."

The author has something to say: Princess Princess seems to be getting more and more idiotic╮(￣▽￣“)╭ At the end of this chapter, there is a feeling of erecting a death flag ＿(：3」∠)＿