~： One Hundred and Thirteen Blockade

Hyacinth Chamber of Commerce.

In that garden full of blood roses, Sith was staring at the fiery flowers in front of him in a daze.

A maid carefully stepped forward and asked, "My lord, do you need a meal?"

Sith waved impatiently.

The maid quickly stepped back gently.

Sith paced back and forth in the pavilion, and his expression became more and more anxious over time.

Just before the sun set, an attendant hurried into the garden and reported: "My lord, I see the green smoke in the palace!"

Sith stared, and said anxiously: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, my lord. I swear by my family name!"

"Okay!" Sith clapped his palms excitedly, and immediately ordered, "You immediately send someone to deliver the news to Wintertime! Move fast!"

"Yes!"

……

Half-elf palace.

All the half-elf aristocrats have left with a panic expression, and the queen also went back to take a bath and change clothes, changing all the **** clothes.

In the empty palace, only Prince William and the unconscious old king were left.

However, when Prince William waved back the attendants around him, the old king who had been in a coma suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed.

Prince William was crying, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Your Majesty, now...what shall we do now!"

The old king glared at his son and said calmly: "What is it? The more you face a crisis, the more you have to calm down!"

"Yes, yes!" Prince William nodded repeatedly, but the fear on his face could not be concealed.

A look of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the old king, but at this time, he didn't care about teaching this ineffective son.

He knows very well that the current half-elf kingdom, or more accurately, the Medivh family, has reached a critical moment of life and death!

Vera died in Silvermoon City, which was simply a disaster for the Modiwen family.

Regardless of the conspiracy behind this, who the messenger is, why did Prince Tupe go crazy suddenly?

These are no longer important.

The important thing is that there must be a target for the anger of the Duke of St. Hild.

As for this object, the old king didn't want it to be the Modiwen family.

Therefore, he must take measures as soon as possible to transfer this terrible disaster that could destroy the Modiwen family.

As for whom to throw this giant pot...

The sharpness in the eyes of the old king flashed, and he ordered Prince William:

"Listen carefully, now there are five things you have to do.

First, send someone to stare at the Miller family, all family members will be watched specially, no one can miss it! In addition, arrange for Duke Miller to come and see me tomorrow morning.

Second, you personally go to see the messenger of the Saint Pros family in the east, and ask them to see me tomorrow morning, but you must never tell them what happened in the queen's palace.

Third, send someone to seal the Hyacinth Chamber of Commerce immediately. Yes, that is the Chamber of Commerce I asked you to check before, and control the person in charge.

Fourth, send someone to watch Viscount Anglia and his party, forbid them to leave the palace, nor allow them to pass news to the outside world.

Fifth, ahem..."

The old king said a little anxiously, the next son choked himself.

Prince William quickly picked up the water glass and handed it over.

The old king drank a few sips of water, slowly, and continued: "Fifth, the whole city is under martial law! Without my order, no one can leave Silvermoon City!

Not only people, but also pigeons.

You go to your uncle and ask him to arrange the ranger on duty at the head of the city. As long as he finds the homing pigeons flying outside the city, he will shoot them all! "

"Yes!" Prince William nodded decisively.

The orders of the old king made him feel relieved.

While preparing to execute, Prince William suddenly thought of someone and asked: "Father, Queen Aisha is also a member of the Miller family, so, should I send someone to keep an eye on her..."

"Nonsense, of course!" When the old king heard this stupid question, he was about to scold him, but suddenly he thought of something, his eyes rolled, and he said, "You go and let her come to see me now."

"Yes." Prince William didn't dare to speak any more, and hurriedly left.

The hall was quiet, and only the old king's breathing was a little quick.

He just lay on the bed, looking at the crystal magic chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought.

After a while, I didn't know what was thinking, a flush of flush suddenly poured onto his cheeks, but it quickly subsided.

He coughed a few times and murmured: "The Duke of Saint Hild...you are so cruel..."

"Da da da……"

The crisp sound of footsteps sounded outside the palace.

After a while, Queen Aisha walked in.

She has just finished taking a shower and changed into a bright red dress, which contrasts sharply with the white and moist skin.

A light make-up was applied to her exquisitely beautiful cheeks, and her bright and brilliant eyes shone with moving brilliance.

Her expression is gentle and virtuous, but she also hides a charming charm that cannot be concealed.

However, in this tense atmosphere, the style that Queen Aisha showed was so out of place.

The old king looked at the beautiful queen in front of him, and his heart surged with unspeakable anger and tyranny.

However, he was forcibly suppressed.

"Aisha, ahem, I haven't seen you for a long time... so beautiful."

King Aisha later came to the bed and looked at the old king condescendingly, as if returning to the arms of the Lord of Radiance in the next second, with an undisguised mockery on her face:

"Your Majesty, have you seen a bird in a cage?"

The old king grunted a few times because of unknown.

Queen Aisha smiled more charmingly: "The happiest moment for the bird in the cage is the moment when the cage disappears."

"So...Do you hate me so..."

"Your Majesty, you laughed, how can I hate you."

"Then... can you tell me... what happened in your bedroom today?"

"What happened? Didn't I make it clear in public before?"

"Cough cough cough..." The old king coughed violently, his breathless appearance made people worried that he would hang up without catching it.

However, Queen Aisha looked at the old king with a calm face, and even had no intention of stepping forward to help take a picture of her back.

After a long while, the old king finally relieved his breath, and said in a mosquito-like weak tone: "Couldn't you...you can't...cough cough...let me be a dying person...do you understand?"

Queen Aisha was completely unmoved, giggled and said: "Your Majesty, you will live a hundred years, how come you are a dying person."

Seeing that it's useless to pretend to be dead, the old king didn't pretend to be dead.

"Aisha, do you know that if the Duke of St. Hilde is to blame, you must be the Miller family who bear the brunt!"

"so what?"

Queen Aisha's indifferent expression made the old king very hurt, as if she had punched in the air, making her feel so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit blood.

"If you have nothing else, I will retire first."

The old king's face became extremely gloomy, and he snarled unwillingly, "Aisha, no matter what that person promised you, you have to figure out what is your true foundation!

Don’t find that you have no use value at all in the end and be abandoned by others! "

Queen Aisha smiled charmingly, and deliberately shrugged her right shoulder, letting the slender shoulder strap slide down, revealing a looming whiteness: "How can I be useless?"

After speaking, he smiled and turned and left.

Only the old king who was stunned by the teasing but powerless was left behind.