Female Knight and Male Princess

It was already July, the sun was blazing, and the blue sky was so clear that no clouds were visible. This was originally a very good weather, but in the midsummer temperature, it will only make people feel extremely hot.

In the carriages of Taylor and Lan Weiwei are small refrigeration instruments driven by magic. This is Vincent's modification. The effect is not comparable to the air conditioning, but it does make everyone more comfortable.

Lan Weiwei looked out through the window glass, and the flowers and trees beside the road all looked droopy. This is a trail leading to Fort Ferci, there is no shade of greenery, and it is not close to woods or rivers. The steaming heat rises from the road paved with loess, it seems that everything is going to melt in the scorching sunlight.

To drive in the wilderness at this time is nothing but death.

"When can we get to Fort Ferci?" Lan Weiwei asked listlessly.

"Um..." Taylor groaned, "probably soon."

"It will take another two or three hours, Your Highness." Orville answered outside the carriage.

The conscientious youth had been driving against the sun, and in another carriage with Lan Weiwei and the others, Matthew had already hid in the carriage to escape the heat. Orville tied the driving horse to their shaft so that they could control the two carriages together.

"Orville, let's come in and rest." Lan Weiwei couldn't help but worry.

This horse has been carefully trained, and the road they drive is very smooth, even if no one controls the horse, nothing will happen for a while.

Orville smiled: "No, I didn't feel any discomfort, besides, I'm going to Fort Ferci."

He didn't seem to be talking politely, Lan Weiwei looked through the glass on the wall. No sweat could be seen on the youth's white face, as if the cool sun hadn't affected him at all.

Taylor lifted up: "Let him go, Orville won't make fun of his body." As a ruler who has been with him for more than ten years, Taylor really knows Orville too well. With his character, he won't just abandon himself so easily. Responsibility is ignored. Moreover, Tyler did not need to worry about the physical quality of the first swordsman in the empire. The girl in front of him... he couldn't help frowning, "Does it still feel hot? I can use magic to cool it down."

"No need." Lan Weiwei shook her hand quickly, "The inside of the carriage is much better than the outside. I just want to see Fort Ferci quickly. It must be a very beautiful city."

Fort Ferci, a commercial city with the same name as Yalai City. Compared with the prosperous city of Yalai, Fort Ferci is a little less economically, but it has always been famous for its beautiful urban architecture and charming style. This city does not belong to any duchy, nor is it within the scope of the kingdom. It is an open, free and autonomous city.

What is even more desirable is the beautiful girl of Fort Firth. The blessing of the gods makes this city rich in beauties. Every year, countless single boys rush to Fort Ferci, eager to meet their destined partner.

Lan Weiwei couldn't help but glanced at Tyler secretly. When he went to a city full of beautiful women, Tyler would not empathize with him. No, no, the princess is not such a superficial man.

Although comforting herself so much in her heart, Lan Weiwei couldn't help but ask: "Taylor, you won't see the beauty of Fort Faith, just ignore me."

Taylor didn't raise his eyes: "No." Before Lan Weiwei was finished, he added, "If that's the case, I won't be with you."

"...Do you think I am ugly?!"

Tyler closed the book with a snap, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "In front of this princess's beauty, who else is not ugly?"

"Count you cruel..." Lan Weiwei retracted her fist under Tyler's eyes with an angrily. Damn, the princess hasn't had a poisonous tongue for a long time, so she forgot to have this additional attribute.

In fact, since Taylor was sure of his feelings for Lan Weiwei, he started to suppress his urge to poison his tongue as much as possible, because he wanted to be gentle. But Taylor's recent study of a love strategy book gave him a lot of inspiration. The book says that you need to maintain your true self in front of your lover without suppressing your own nature, because if the other person accepts you, he is ready to accept everything about you.

Taylor thought about it for a long time, didn't he? Although Lan Weiwei was stupid, it was nothing in her eyes. Besides, the stupid little squirrel is quite cute. The princess who had made up her mind decided that if she wanted her tongue, she would have a good time with her tongue.

Of course, it is not good to indulge yourself blindly. The book also said that the carrot and stick strategy is also applicable in love.

Therefore, Taylor made a calm look, and said: "I don't care about other people at all. In my eyes, you are the cutest, no matter what others think." After speaking, he bowed his head and said nothing. Look at the book in his hand the same.

Lan Weiwei couldn't be as calm as he was. The girl pressed her cheeks with the back of her hand, and it was hot enough to boil eggs! It is said that the sweet words of men are the floating clouds in the sky, but when this happens, she only feels that she is so happy that her heart will jump out of her chest.

Tyler, he will have a straightforward day. Lan Weiwei was ready to hear love words only when Princess Princess was talking in her sleep. She even thought out the marriage proposal. Taylor had never thought about showing her love or something on her own initiative. With Taylor's arrogance, I'm afraid I will have to wait until the earth is destroyed.

Heavenly mother, my life is complete, even if I can't wait for beep and beep, I will die without regrets!

The surging Lan Weiwei decided to do something to express her feelings. She grabbed Taylor's hand and found that the palm of the boy's palm was full of sweat: "Why are you..." Before she finished speaking, only one piece was rubbed. The small pieces of paper fell from Taylor's palm and rolled slowly to Lan Weiwei's feet.

"Don't pick it up!" Taylor stretched out his hand nervously.

But it was too late, Lan Weiwei unfolded the paper ball: "What is this? Well, the top ten classic love words in love?"

The note had obviously been held in Taylor's hand for a long time, and the crumpled edges were soaked with sweat. On the paper are densely written ten so-called classic love words, familiar handwriting, which is Taylor's handwriting at first glance. The one highlighted in red is the sentence that Taylor said just now.

"I didn't write this!" The princess tried to quibble, with a look on his face, "Hehe, how could this princess do such an idiotic thing, don't you be kidding me", but this is all in vain. Taylor's cold image is already It's crumbling.

This guy doesn't know how to say sweet words, so he went to refer to some messy book. Lan Weiwei thought that Matthew had indeed mentioned that Taylor had found him a lot of books, including many romantic novels written by bards. Should he be stupid? Still cute? I finally have the time to surpass Taylor in IQ...

"But this is your handwriting." Lan Weiwei decided to tease him.

"Impossible." Tyler's expression was very serious, "Let me see."

"Here."

Lan Weiwei handed the note to Taylor's eyes. The boy suddenly stretched out his hand, quickly grabbed the note into his hand, tore it to pieces and threw it out the window. It only took him less than a minute to make this series of actions, and when Lan Weiwei reacted, all the pieces of paper had been scattered in the wind.

"What note?" Taylor looked at Lan Weiwei innocently.

"...No, it's nothing."

Heavenly mother, I really want to laugh, but I must hold back. If you don't want Taylor to blow up his hair and ignore me again, the more serious thing is to be killed. Yes, I must hold back!

It was dusk when the group arrived at Fort Ferci, and they found the hotel they were staying in. They were all too tired. After a hastily dinner, they all went back to their rooms to rest. Orville remembered that there seemed to be something wrong with the axle of the carriage. He was a man who never procrastinated, so he went out to look for someone from the repair shop.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded away, and Fort Ferci was still lively at night. This is the coolest time in midsummer. People take to the streets and put up a wicker chair or two in front of their homes, with moonlight and beer, and they can spend the whole night comfortably.

The guy at the inn directed Orville to go near the city gate, where there is an old car repair shop, and the owner is skilled. At this moment, a group of mercenaries entered the city. The young men were in the dust, carrying weapons and hats, their hair wet with sweat, and they were dirty on their necks.

Most passers-by deliberately avoid them. After all, the stinky and rude mercenaries still speak a foreign dialect that they don't understand. No well-placed local is willing to take the initiative to contact them. The mercenaries didn't care. For them who had been traveling all year round, such an attitude was commonplace.

After being exposed to the scorching sun for a whole day, Fort Phsyc, which was scented with wine, was simply the kingdom of gods to the mercenaries. Their tired footsteps speeded up, they hooked their shoulders in twos and threes, discussing where to have fun waiting.

"Les, go to the bar later." The brown-haired boy patted his friend on the shoulder affectionately.

"I'm not going anymore, you and Joseph will go." Rice didn't seem to be in a high mood.

"What's the matter, man, this is Fort Ferci, don't you want to have a good time?"

"I'm just a little disturbed." Les frowned. "Ed, do you remember the news you heard in Intercity?"

"Inte City, that's how long it has been." Rice's companion frowned.

Les looked terrified and eager: "It's just... the rumors about Lord Saint."

"You mean..." The brown-haired youth suddenly realized, "There are rumors that the Saintess is a fake."

"Hush!" Les hurriedly made a silent gesture, "How can you say such things casually, that is the Lord Saint, Moore is on the top, please forgive him for his rudeness."

"Of course I know." The young man was dissatisfied. "These are all nonsense. How could the Saintess be fake? It's you, why have you remembered so long, it's just some boring guys who said nonsense, what's the point? of."

Les was obviously troubled: "I understand, but I just can't forget. You said, how can anyone make up such a lie."

"Maybe it's those barbarians who have other useful people. If something happens to the Lord Saint, the empire won't be messed up."

"It makes sense." Rice nodded. "Will anyone really believe these nonsense? But many people in Inter City have heard those rumors."

"I don't know this, I don't believe it anyway."

The two of them moved away gradually, and the voice of their conversation became smaller and smaller. It wasn't until the mercenaries disappeared that Orville walked out of the shadow of the wall and walked toward the car repairing on the side of the street.

Such rumors actually appeared, this is the first time in 300 years. It didn't sound like there was any storm. The black-haired young man raised his head and looked at the faintly blue sky. Do you need to report to your Highness?

He pondered for a moment: "Forget it, let Daniel go and investigate."

A gust of night wind blew over, shaking the corners of Orville's clothes. The dark clouds are gathering together, and the rainstorm is coming.

The author has something to say: The stupid princess is so delicious ＿（：3」∠）＿