Chapter 754： The most unemployed prince

"Three emperors Yuri!"

The waiter’s long voice rang from the outside. A head with almost two normal-sized thin teenagers rushed in from the outside of the hall, and there was some sweat on his face. It seemed to be running all the way, while running. Also anxiously shouting: "Give the birthday gift to the father, I am not late?"

In the hall, everyone looked at Yuri and brushed his face.

"I didn't come to the palace feast before His Royal Highness the Three Emperors?"

"Yeah, I didn't even notice the slightest difference from beginning to end. It is worthy of being known as the most unemployed emperor."

"The key is that even the King’s Majesty does not seem to be aware of this."

The expressions on the faces of the ministers were a bit weird, and they also revealed sarcasm.

The Great Emperor and the Second Emperor, each with their own strengths and strengths, have been evenly matched for so many years, maintaining a delicate balance, and no one knows who will become the successor of the king.

The three emperors Yuri, who grew up, went further and further on the neglected road.

A prince who is fascinated by the ruthless manual work of carpentry, is not attached to any minister.

Except for his head, he did not show the weight of being a prince in this empire. Even Qiao Xiu and Sean were too lazy to pull him.

For them, to draw a prince who has no sense of existence, it is better to draw a waiter around the king.

"The mushroom head that ran up." Amy's eyes lit up and whispered.

McGonagall couldn't help but laugh, let alone, if you look at it, it really looks like a running mushroom, but where did this guy go before? Even the palace feast did not come to participate.

After hearing the whispers of the ministers, McGonagall couldn't help but feel a little bit... Hahaha, but, sorry, I couldn't help it.

However, as the ministers said, there is no Yuri, this twins are fierce and full of watch.

If you add Yuri... Is this mushroom head funny?

McGonagall was even a bit worried that the three emperors would step forward and give a love wood carving to the king as a birthday gift.

If this kind of thing happened to him, McGonagall was not surprised at all.

The king would be a little surprised, looking at Yuri, who was sweating, frowning: "Yuri, where have you been before? Why is it so rushed?"

"Back to the father's words, the children have just prepared gifts for the father, the fools' actions are too unprofitable, so it's late." Yuri stood and glanced at the crowd in the hall, relieved, grin A smile reveals two big tigers: "It seems that it is not too late, they have not yet given gifts to the father. Then I am not late."

The king looked at Yuri's heartless smile, and the disappointment in his heart disappeared. Instead, he had a distressed little son who had little attention from him. He nodded slightly: "Sit down."

"Thank you father." Yuri nodded with a smile, and looked around, but he did not find a place where he could sit down.

The imperial court of the three emperors, the hall did not even prepare him for the position, even the waiter ignored him.

The waiter on the side changed a lot and ran to move a chair and didn't know where to put the chair.

The identity of His Royal Highness of the Three Emperors is naturally noble, but it is a problem for them to be in front of them. It is an eager thing like a hot pot.

"Little mushroom head, sit here with me." Irina waved at Yuri and said with a smile.

"This..." Yuri’s face clearly showed a dilemma. His eyes slammed into McGonagall and Amy, and they wanted to slip.

"Well?" Irina's smile was cruel.

"Okay!"

Yuri was a spur of the moment, stepping on the small step and tweaking toward Irina, the smile on his face looked ugly than crying.

The waiter quickly took the chair to Irina's side, and he was relieved.

"It's really a smart woman. However, it looks like she is really good for Yuri?" McGonagall looked at Irina. There is probably no seat on the hall that is more suitable for Yuri than Irina. .

Irina's work is under Qiao Xiu, sitting here as the three emperors of Yuri, just right, not to be placed in an awkward position.

Yuri sat to Irina's side with some tweaking, and took the chair a little bit to the side, and with his legs, his expression was a little nervous, and he squeezed a stubborn smile.

"Little mushroom head, three years without seeing, your head is big again!" Irina took it to the front, looked up and down Yuri's head up and down, and looked curious: "Others grow tall and grow body, Are you tall and long?"

Yuri leaned back to avoid the evil hand that wanted to touch his head. Irina sister was his childhood shadow. He even had a feeling that his head was most likely because he was so much when he was a child. It will grow so big.

The princess and sister who had been in the palace for some time, showed great interest in his head when he was a child. If he was not in the face of General Alex, he would never have been allowed to do so. She licked her own head.

Of course, if he wants to resist, he can't do it.

At the time of his woodcarving, he had once had a dream of a knight, and his goal at that time was just like General Alex.

But without waiting for him to take the first step towards the dream, Alex's death came.

This is tantamount to a fatal blow to his dreams, and since then he has only been fascinated by wood carvings and some interesting craftsmanship.

Irina looked at the scene and took back her hand. Every time I saw this big head, I couldn’t help but want to smash two, and there was no such thing as a malicious one.

"The ceremony will continue, please give a gift to His Royal Highness!"

The waiter got the king's instructions and re-sounded.

A waiter held a long tray covered with a red cloth in both hands and walked into the hall, watching his forehead sweating, his hands shaking a little, and the things in the tray were not light.

Sean stood up and opened a red cloth. A golden red light shone from the red cloth, and people raised their eyes.

The top of the tray is a golden red sword. The domineering and noble carvings are like the flames. The golden red light is remarkable, and the sharp swordsman is to avoid it.

"this is?"

Everyone was curious to look at the sword, and at first glance it was not a product.

Shaun took the golden sword in both hands and watched the king respectfully said: "The father is a thousand years old. This sword is the sword of the red flame. It used to be the sword of the emperor. It has been sinking into the flame pool for nearly a thousand years. In the past three years, I finally let this sword see the sky again and re-enter the hand of the Emperor."