Silent Crown Chapter 633: Can you hug me?

Lola did what she said.

After entering the venue, he kicked Ye Qingxuan away and ignored it. I didn't bother to pay attention to the others, and went straight to the old scholars in the corner. Quandang's party was an academic exchange meeting, and I had a good chat with those historians.

Leaving Ye Qingxuan alone, surrounded by the ‘mad bee wave butterfly’, he branched from the left to the right, and was almost submerged. Fortunately, at the last moment, I caught a life-saving straw.

Tristan.

The former deputy commander of the Knights of the Round Table, after Lancelot's death, he understood that he was being used, and was frustrated. After giving all the rights to Ye Qingxuan and Christine, he stepped down.

Since then, I have lived in a simple way and rarely communicate with the outside world.

His appearance is simply a life-saving gospel to Ye Qingxuan.

Tristan is now over fifty years old, and although his beard and hair are mottled, he is still as strong as middle-aged. In the Knights of the Round Table, he himself is known for his stern, unsmiling and stern image.

This is a fairly standard knight, abiding by his creed, and dedicated his life to the kingdom, and he is also quite unflattering and old-fashioned among the nobles.

With him by his side, there is no need to worry about being disturbed by others.

A casual glance of the blind left eye was enough to disperse the group of soft-footed shrimp that hadn't even killed a chicken.

And embarrassingly, Ye Qingxuan had nothing to say to him.

Tristan has always talked less, and cherishes the words like gold, and his personality is the square and dignified Ye Qingxuan can't help it. It would be inappropriate to even make a joke when you meet this kind of person.

Talk about women? Do not make jokes.

Talk about national affairs...

Ye Qingxuan doesn't care about national affairs at all. He directly dumped his work to Gavin, the court affairs to Shi Dong, and the schedule to Laura, and he ran outside every day and didn't go home.

On the contrary, it is quite rare for Tristan to persuade Ye Qingxuan in a tactful tone, and he spends more time on national affairs. After all, he is the Queen's Minister of the Seal, and all major government orders require him to stamp. What's more, he also works part-time as Prince Avalon and Deputy Prince Angelu.

After repeatedly talking about the weather for dozens of times, Tristan also noticed his embarrassment, shook his head slightly, raised his glass and said, "If your Royal Highness doesn't find me dull here, then condescend and waste a little time with this old man like me. .

There is nothing good here, it's just quiet. "

Ye Qingxuan also breathed a sigh of relief, Rumeng amnesty: "Then please."

The rest of the time, he and Tristan sat on the sofa in the corner of the banquet hall, watching people coming and going in silence, as if they were petrified without saying a word.

For a long time, Ye Qingxuan thought of the report received a few days ago, and couldn’t help asking: “Mr. Tristan, are you really not considering returning to the Knights? The Tristan family has always been the backbone of the Knights of the Round Table. Spine, without you, the knights of the Round Table will lose more than half of its heritage."

"Gerante took over the things I left. He is a competent knight. If he is in charge, the Knights will not be a problem." Tristan's iron hand touched his false eyes, "His Royal Highness. , I’m old, and it’s time to die in the hospital bed. I shouldn’t fall in love with it."

Ye Qingxuan heard this and suddenly felt sad: "The knight held a sword and died."

"I know."

Tristan sighed, "This is the case for the ancestors of all ages, so let me be the dishonest one. After so many years of fatigue, there is always a time to rest.

Next month, when the affairs of the royal capital are finished, I plan to leave Avalon. "

"Where to go? Go back to the fief?"

"Well, my daughter built a house for me by the lake. I can go fishing when I have time. The freshwater fish there are pretty good, and the soup is good.

Don’t worry, your Majesty, for half a year, my second son will be able to be a qualified heir, wearing the armor inherited by Tristan. Let him replace me to assist Christine and be loyal to your Majesty. "

Tristan has decided to leave, and even the heir has been found. Ye Qingxuan heard this and couldn't keep it, so he nodded and sighed: "Then I wish you a happy retirement."

Tristan smiled rarely, picked up the glass and drank the champagne.

The sound of the music sounded.

It has finally officially started.

Above the white stone steps, Mary finally stepped into the banquet hall in the announcement of the ceremony official.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t dress up as serious as in the past. I just wore a simple evening gown with long golden hair curled up. The skirt of white silk followed the steps and flicked from the steps. Over. In the fluttering, the color of the ankle was faintly revealed.

According to the usual practice, after a few succinct preaching, Mary had no intention of maintaining majesty and dignity, but just raised a wine glass: "Mother loved the most unfettered dance party when she was alive. All the officials don’t have to be cautious, cherish the good time and have fun. Good."

Following Mary's actions, everyone raised the wine glasses served by the waiter.

Then everyone looked at Ye Qingxuan.

According to the usual practice, the person with the highest status here will make a toast to the Queen, and there is nothing to be concerned about. It's just that when everyone's eyes swayed between Ye Qingxuan and Mary, they became ambiguous.

The dress is surprisingly commensurate.

It's like being negotiated.

Ye Qingxuan did not let this somewhat complicated atmosphere last too long, stretched out his hand, raised the wine glass from the waiter's tray, and said in a deep voice: "May God bless me Angelu, my king bless me."

"My king protects me!"

The nobles greeted in unison, drinking.

Ye Qingxuan sipped the champagne, leaning on the people around him, ready to step back to the side, but he stretched out a hand behind his back and gently pushed it on his back.

He took a step forward, staggering a little, almost making a fool of himself.

The fingers flicked imperceptibly, and the spilled wine instantly returned to the wine glass, as if taking a step forward casually, drank all the champagne in the glass, transferred his hand to the tray, and stared at it by the way. Laura, who is not too busy, gave a glance.

Lola didn't care about the irritation in her eyes, and her smile became happier.

Mary also noticed his embarrassment, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan's actions, everyone's eyes fell, and he became the focus again. Combining with the steps he stepped forward, there was a hint of understanding when they exchanged sights.

Ye Qingxuan coughed lightly, without showing any embarrassment, and continued to move forward, walking straight towards Mary, in full view, bending over to salute, and stretched out his palm:

"The first dance tonight, can your majesty appreciate it?"

Mary looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was forced to drive the ducks off the shelf, with a smile. Only when he was slightly embarrassed did he stretch out his wrist and put it in Ye Qingxuan's hand:

"There is nothing you can do for yourself."

Soon, the crowd moved to both sides, letting out the center of the dance floor.

Ye Qingxuan stood still with the smiling Mary, and the conductor not far away raised the baton, and the gentle melody floated in the air.

Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan had chewed on two textbooks of court dance before he came. Although the movements were a bit stiff, there was no ugliness. It's just that when dancing, the distance is sometimes too close.

Close to the queen in his arms, the material of white silk rubs against the palm, smooth and ambiguous, making him a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

Fortunately, the embarrassment did not last long. In the soft dance steps, Mary asked softly:

"How about this dress? The tailor came out in a hurry. Does it look suitable?"

"The style is charming, I will fall for it."

Ye Qingxuan kept smiling and praised. This dress is really good with Mary's figure. What is rare is that it fits her temperament and maintains a sense of majestic distance.

And when matched with Ye Qingxuan's dress that looks more like a uniform, it doesn't look abrupt.

The tailor is careful.

It's not easy.

He swallowed his saliva, his throat hurt.

"Really?"

Mary raised her eyes slightly, with a joking expression: "Very nervous?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, couldn't help sighing, and answered honestly: "Your Majesty is favored, I am flattered."

Mary looked at his complex expression, distinguished his embarrassment and nervousness, and smiled slyly.

"No way, Your Royal Highness, you have to think about it for me."

During the dance steps, she moved forward slightly, as if sticking to Ye Qingxuan's body, her lips opened close to Ye Qingxuan's ears, and her voice was soft: "I will be wronged by you today.

At least...Don't make them feel embarrassed by the queen who unilaterally shows her love without getting a response. "

"Sorry, my fault."

Mary smiled and shook her head: "Don't say anything that is boring, take me to dance."

"Good."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and followed Mary's movements intently.

Following the changes in dance music, holding the slender waist in his arms and turning gently, I felt the rigid five fingers in the other hand stretched out slightly, and there was a thin layer of sweat.

The perfume lingers on the tip of the nose with the smell of flowers and plants, if there is nothing.

In the soft melody, the quiet breathing sound lingers in his ears, which makes him sometimes feel that the queen in his arms is like mist. At least let go of her hand, and she can break free from the **** of the earth and fly in the sky. .

But Mary held his hand from start to finish~IndoMTL.com~ looked at him quietly, with a smile, her eyes focused and serious, as if she was looking at some miracle.

It wasn't until the dance music ended slowly and Ye Qingxuan stopped dancing that time was so fast, and everything just now was brief and like an instant.

"Mr. Ye."

In the applause around him, he heard Mary's voice.

"Can you hug me?"

She looked at Ye Qingxuan and whispered softly: "Just one click."

Ye Qingxuan did not remain silent, just stretched out his hand and hugged her into her arms, as if she was in the shadow kingdom in the past, feeling her breathing and slightly trembling heart.

"It can take as long as you want." He whispered.

Mary smiled, pressed to his chest, listening to the familiar rhythm: "Thank you."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes drooped.

I was about to say something, but I heard Mary's voice: "In this way, the prom is not completely useless. It's better to organize it once a day."

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, with an urge to vomit blood.

For a dance, your Majesty, are you? Now is the time when Anglo is waiting to be happy. You take the lead in engaging in luxurious dance parties. When will you sing songs every night!

"Ahem, your Majesty, if you have anything in the future, you can just call me directly. There is no need to spend a lot of time and money." Ye Qingxuan hurriedly stopped, but saw a happy smile on the corner of Mary's raised mouth.

"This is an active rendezvous? The prince is so eager, I am so relieved."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan has a mouthful of old blood, and always feels that he has been caught in Mary's trap, but it is unexpected...not annoying.

"Don't worry, I won't bother you, as long as you don't hide from me in the future."

Mary let go of her hand contentedly, straightened his cocked collar, then stood on tiptoe, whispered softly in his ear: "I have time on Saturday afternoon."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes are black.