Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 8: Awkward dinner

Thyls stared at a piece of sausage on his plate, held his breath, and slowly raised the knife in the posture of Professor Jini in his memory.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Finally, the prince sighed deeply.

He loosened his hand, put the knife and fork back on the sides of the plate, and gave up the plan to eat.

Tyles raised his eyes with a headache, looked at the blond **** the other side of the dining table with blue eyes, pouted, and stared at him dissatisfiedly, the food in front of him did not move.

Since they entered the grandfather’s dining room, Selma opposed Jinx and the two maids in unison, and drove them out with a cold face. Surprisingly, the Jinx woman was only symbolically After expressing his opposition, he obeyed the wish of the Grand Duke, which was very rare in the past.

"Okay," Thales had to bite the bullet and said: "Our respectable grandfather, do you have any comments on my dining posture?"

Selma snorted first, then stared at him for three full seconds before pouting:

"Here again."

Thyls was surprised: "What?"

"You talked to me like this again," the girl said with a solemn face, uncomfortable: "'Respected Grand Duke,' such a tone that makes people want to beat you."

Tyles opened his eyes wide, looked at her helplessly, and smiled: "But this is what we should call the Grand Duke, especially our cute and charming..."

A sudden sound of metal crashing:

"Hey!"

Thyls stared at Selma in a daze: The gloomy girl had just stabbed a plate of beef in front of her.

The incision is smooth.

Selma still frowned at him, her eyes full of unhappiness.

The young prince's throat rolled.

He took a deep breath, put away his smile, and pressed the heart of the girl with a playful tone to the deepest part of his stomach.

It seems that she is in a really bad mood.

So...

"Boom!" There was another crisp sound of metal colliding with the plate, and the beef on the Selma plate turned into three segments.

Thyls's heart shuddered.

Alert.

Alert!

More terrible than when she was two years ago...

Tyles immediately condensed the expression on his face and calmly looked at Selma, who was pouting.

"I'm sorry," the prince looked into Selma's eyes sincerely: "It's my fault... From just now to now, I have ignored your feelings."

Selma's eyes moved, her stern face loosened.

Tyles looked at her low look and couldn't help lowering her head and sighed.

The next second, the prince decisively left his seat and walked towards the girl.

Selma was slightly surprised.

Looking at Thales getting closer and closer, she seemed a little uncomfortable, shrinking slightly like a hedgehog.

The girl curled her mouth and whispered: "What are you doing?"

Thyls did not answer her.

The prince went straight to the suspicious-eyed Selma, pulled a chair by the side of the dining table, and sat down silently.

"Hey, remember, I'm your friend." The prince leaned forward, lowered his arms and leaned on the dining table, looking at Selma seriously, with a gentle smile: "You know, you can trust me. "

"You can tell me anything."

Selma's breathing was a little messy, but she still tried her best to maintain the dissatisfied expression, and snorted from her nose.

But Thales is still very patient, looking at her gently, without changing his eyes.

One second.

Two seconds.

Now, Selma, who had always been stern, was embarrassed by him.

The girl cleared her throat unnaturally and turned her head away.

But Thales still stared at her.

Finally, Selma, who couldn't stand his stare, took a deep breath and blew it up.

She raised her eyes and watched her forehead blow up.

"Forget it."

"It's nothing," Selma pouted, glanced at Thales, and lowered her head gloomily: "I have a bad temper."

"No." Thales shook his head.

"Selma," the prince let out a sigh, trying to slow down his speech: "Good girl."

"I know, today must be very difficult for you."

"Politics Day, those disobedient vassals..."

Selma turned her head back abruptly, her breathing accelerated.

"Huh." She looked at Thales angrily and asked sarcastically:

"It's difficult, how can it be?"

"I am the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, the only and only one in the past 700 years..."

"I control Exter's most powerful territory, how could it be difficult..." Selma's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the girl folded her arms, her face ugly:

Thyls looked at her quietly.

"...My vassals are among the best and most loyal," Selma grunted: "Strong strength, wise mind, and with them, Longxiao City is as stable as a mountain of sighs... "

"I don't have to worry about anything, including my own affairs. Everything in Longxiao City operates in an orderly manner. The Walton family is as prosperous as ever..."

Selma seemed to have opened the chatterbox, her mouth opened and closed more and more, and the girl's expression became more and more angry.

"So how can I be difficult, compared to a trembling, pitiful, and fearful hostage prince who will be eaten by me someday, I am the happiest woman in the world... …Um!"

The girl was stunned.

Her mouth is blocked.

Selma watched Thales in astonishment, feeling what was in her mouth.

At some point, the prince had already sat beside Selma.

Thyls looked directly at Selma's clear eyes.

The girl was a little at a loss, her face flushed.

Then.

The second prince exhaled, and, as if in a hurry, took the spoon in his hand out of the dazed Selma's mouth.

"If this spoonful of beans still doesn't calm you down," Thales smiled, turning around and spooning a spoonful of beans on the plate again, shaking in front of Selma: "Then I still have Next key."

Then Selma reacted, her reddish face tended to turn from anger into anger, with a mouthful of beans in her mouth, and she said a few times with extreme dissatisfaction.

Tyles still squinted and smiled, shaking a spoonful of beans in his hand at her.

"Yes!"

"Crush them hard!"

"This will calm down!"

Selma muttered her mouth stuffed with beans and stared at him dissatisfiedly for three seconds.

Tyles responded with a smile.

Finally, the unswerving girl "hummed" heavily.

She rolled her head and stared at Thales squintingly, chewing the beans in her mouth vigorously like angrily.

The kind of chewing seems like she is not chewing beans, but Thales' meat.

The prince blinked at her with a smile.

Really, she used to have a very good attitude towards herself...

The poor and cute little slippery head who likes to hide behind him, whispers softly...Where did he go?

Thyls looked at Selma with a smile.

The girl who stared at him like a demonstration.

Looking at her cheeks being bulged on both sides, she flicked as she chewed harder and harder.

"I have shrunk... well, I said it," the girl finally chewed down her mouthful of beans and swallowed angrily to the prince; "I'm not unhappy at all...Um!"

Thyls gave out a second spoonful of beans expressionlessly, blocking Selma's mouth.

The prince held back the smile in his heart, and with a pull, he found that he could not retrieve the spoon: Selma bit the spoon severely, and her eyes were ready to kill.

"Hey, boy, being a human being, the most important thing is to be happy..." Thales resisted the twitching of her shoulders, and finally took the spoon out of her lips and watched Selma start angrily. Chew harder than the first spoonful.

Although the grandma's eyes were still terrifying, the prince suddenly felt that the life in front of him was not so bad at that moment.

Fortunately, she is very cute like this.

Thyls gradually lost his mind.

When did she change from that cautious girl to what she is now.

Ah, maybe someday.

Two years ago, the day she went to look for her sleepy-eyed self in a panic and surreptitiously holding a **** bed sheet with red eyes before dawn?

And after that day, the female officer Jinx, who was heard by herself, rushed from the room on the sixth floor to the courtyard of blood.

A year ago, when she blushed and put on a corset, she was mocked with her eyes in the library?

Thanks to the lady Jinx, who tirelessly taught her lady to abide by the dogma of being a noble woman.

Or was it the first time she wore ceremonial attire, combed a lady's head, stood in front of her nervously and excitedly, but was so angry that she turned around and left by the prince who was smiling so close?

I don't remember.

Anyway, it became like this unconsciously.

The girl who was once immature and cowering.

It has slowly grown in the high walls and ice and snow of the Palace of Valor and Dragon City.

In the end, it will definitely become something they are not familiar with.

Grand Duke Selma Walton.

But...

Thyls couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the past they had met.

Is this really what she wants? Will she really be happy?

Become a... Walton?

Thyls, who was worried, took a bite of beans with a sigh.

Just now.

"Hey!"

Selma's anxious voice interrupted him.

The girl's voice sounded a little surprised and a little hurried.

Tyles returned to her senses and looked at Selma's expression in surprise: The grandfather's face was a little abnormally red, and she hesitated and stretched out her right hand to herself as if to remind something.

"Huh?" The prince chewed the beans in his mouth in twos and then raised his brows for unknown reasons: "What?"

Thyls found something wrong: Selma's face was already red at this time, and even the roots of her ears were full of blood, which was particularly conspicuous against the blonde.

Why blush?

The last time I saw her like this, it seemed like the time she came to solicit her own opinions in the banquet costumes?

What's the matter?

"That..." Selma stared at him blankly, and stopped talking, her flushed cheek twitching slightly, as if embarrassed.

The hesitation and cowering look reminded Thales of her childhood.

Finally, under Thales’s suspicious gaze~IndoMTL.com~ Selma lowered her head slightly, blocking her face with her forehead, and whispered like a mosquito:

"Nothing."

The grandfather stopped talking, just stared at the desk blankly.

The inexplicable Thales shrugged, still not sure why Selma blushed.

The prince shook his head, lamenting that women are strange.

Just when he lowered his head, ready to scoop the stew into his mouth...

Thyls glanced over the spoon in his hand.

"Dang Cang!"

The prince's heart trembled suddenly, and the spoon in his hand fell on the dinner plate, making noises back and forth.

Thyls sat in the same position blankly, looking at the familiar spoon, and then at Selma, who was blushing to the bottom of his ears, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Uh, that..."

"I just wanted to remind you," Selma's voice was sharp and thin, almost inaudible: "It's just that you were too fast."

Tyles' head is as big as a fight. While rejoicing that no one has seen this scene, he swallowed the phrase "It's okay, I don't mind" that came to his lips with the last trace of reason.

The atmosphere on the table suddenly became embarrassing.

However, Selma, who had just bowed her head, looked at Thales' reaction and seemed dissatisfied.

She lifted her eyes slightly.

"Hmph, you did it on purpose," the girl snorted slightly: "Jinx said..."

"Ah, that's right!" Thales patted his head hard, and changed the subject abruptly: "I remember!"

Under the "unreasonable" gaze of the Grand Duke, the second prince took out a small but delicate wooden rectangular box from the pocket of his chest, with a simple pattern carving on it.

"Here," Thales said nonchalantly, only wanting to use this thing to dilute the embarrassment now:

"Your birthday present...even though there are still two months left."