A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The amazing little prince was packed back to the palace by the lion king with black face.

Because of Garlan's unintentional words, King Camos swallowed his mouth with wine several times after he went back, and then he was relieved. The Sharmash priest, who did not follow the pick-up and did not see this scene, was baffled. He did not know what was wrong with this wayward majesty. He actually regarded the precious wine as a mouthwash.

After all, what can be dedicated to Wang is top-notch wine, which ordinary people cannot see.

However, even after rinsing his mouth, the thought of King Garlan said, King Camos was still vomiting.

However, the person who said that was his favorite little brother. For the lion king who swore out of the palace one second before and rebuked the lion king who was embracing his own brother in the next second. Brother Wang is impossible, and this life is impossible.

Therefore, King Camos in a bad mood spread his anger on others.

Gore was flogged, and then with his parents was stripped of the title of nobility and demoted to pariah.

Although he didn't give up his life, for Gore, it was even more painful to become a pariah like a garbage bug in his eyes than to kill him.

The West City Guardian was demoted and lost his authority to command the City Guard. At the same time, a large number of officials dropped their horses, pulled out radishes to bring out the mud, and dug out a bunch of nobles who often carried secret things with King Carmos.

After all, King Camos spent at least half of the year expeditionary battles, so these nobles were usually as honest as the good babies when Camos was in the royal city. When Camos went out, he showed greed Nature.

In fact, this time the feast of the slums, they also planned to wait for King Camos to go out for a while before taking off their masks for a meal, taking away all the wealth of the untouchables and turning them into their own slaves. Over the years, some of the supervisors directly under the jurisdiction of King Camos have been drawn and corrupted by them.

For a time, there was a **** storm of cleansing in the Wangcheng, and every day, several colleagues were dragged out and severely punished. All the noble officials were terrified.

However, it was only them who were horrified. For the civilians, watching the big figures who had never lived in the past had fallen into disappointment, and they became all gossip after their tea and dinner, and the discussion was full of interest.

For the slums in the slums, it was even more joyful. All the money that was forced to borrow was not used to repay. Their great and just King Camos sent messengers to come here. The owed notes from the sealed money bank were all burned.

At that time, many people were crying and kowtowing, desperately thanking Wang's kindness.

When they heard that the newly built house would still be given to them as expected, everyone cheered. For a time, the slums were as joyous as the holiday season, and they were full of joy.

And shortly after that, a story about their young prince visiting the slum alone, and the wit and corrupt officials secretly began to spread among the untouchables... At first it seemed to be spread from the mouth of a tall boy from.

Later, this interesting rumor attracted the attention of a bard. After detailed listening, he compiled it into a poem and sang it out.

The minstrel did not expect that his sudden rise, but let his name be passed down for thousands of years because of this poem.

It's also a famous history.

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Although the cleansing made some people in Wang Ting tremble and sleep unsteadily, for others, they were very happy.

All the priests of Samash were among those people.

Integrity, selflessness, justice, integrity, and lightness are the teachings of the Sun God, also the **** of justice and the **** of judgment, and all the priests of Shamash strictly abide by such doctrine. Therefore, for them, corruption and bribery are serious sins, and it is even more unforgivable to intend to deceive the sacred and supreme king and distort the king’s order.

Their greatest hope is that all the places where the radiance of the sun shines are clear, all corrupt officials should be severely judged, and all should be killed cleanly.

As one of them, Xie Muer is naturally very satisfied with this big cleaning.

Um, prince Gallan was favored by the goddess of luck.

He thought with satisfaction.

Then, this time he sternly rebuked the prince who ran out of the palace.

Therefore, when Xie Muer saw Gallan, he only said a few words symbolically, and then it was fine.

This made Galan, who was already prepared to be reprimanded by Xermuer, be stunned. He didn't understand how Xiemuer suddenly turned his temper and talked so well.

Then he opened his mouth and stared at Xie Muer in a hurry.

"Huh? Probably because Lord Xermuer is busy tracking down the chief and other people's evidence, so I am busy now."

Regarding the little prince's daze, the chief lady Tapti replied with a smile.

As far as she knows, all the priests of Shamash are of the type that when they encounter corrupt officials, they immediately explode with the same fighting power as chicken blood.

At this moment, she was holding a green malachite comb, gently combing the little prince's hair.

The child's snow-white skin just after bathing is like milk, and there is still a little pink in the milk white that has been smoked by the heat. It is so tender that it can drip out of the water, so people can't help but want to poke .

The pale blonde hair was carefully dried, soft and supple, and felt like fine velvet, delicate and soft, and when it was scattered, it was like hearing the rustling sound when the hair fell.

It exudes a beautiful light golden luster under soft light.

The chief lady caressed the little prince's silky, pale blonde hair and couldn't put it down.

She thought that such beautiful blonde hair would be beautiful if she could stay long.

As soon as the thought moved, she couldn't help but make up the little prince's pale blonde hair on her snow-white shoulders.

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Ok, that's it.

Tapti, who had completed his brain, made the decision happily.

Even the princes should keep their hair long even if they cheat.

Tapti put down the malachite comb and then picked up a box of jade on the table.

Once opened, there was a translucent milky white liquid, and a medicinal fragrance came out. It was a good ointment for removing scars and scars. The effect was indeed very good. She had been worried that the little prince burned and left scars. It happened, the back and calf disappeared almost, only a little pink trace on the back neck.

She has not used this ointment for a while, and this time, she took it out again.

She gently applied the ointment to the scar on Garlan's arm.

Although Gallan felt that this minor injury was really unnecessary, he knew that he was not the chief of the woman, so he happily let Taputa wipe it out.

Tupiti couldn't help talking while applying the medicine.

"His Royal Highness, you are still too risky."

She said, "You are a prince, how honorable can you do that kind of dangerous thing?"

"Even if you encounter such a thing, if you want to help the untouchables, you should prioritize your own safety. You are still small after all."

Holding the pillbox, Tapti looked at Gallan and said this.

"At that time, you should first come back to the palace and tell King Camos that he will send someone to investigate."

"But in that case, for a long time, if those people do something, they can't find out anything?"

Garland said, tilting his head to look at Tapti and laughing.

"Anyway, even if I was really caught, I would just be beaten."

auzw.com No matter what Gore is, there is no courage to actually kill another nobleman in the royal city. At most, they are beaten to warn them.

If both Huimos and Kehos are too late, he is ready to be beaten.

The child smiled brightly at his female officer.

He said: "I was beaten alone, but it can save a lot of people's lives, it is very worthwhile."

Tapti's breath paused.

Those people are just humble pariahs.

She wanted to say that.

Everyone thinks that even the lives of thousands of untouchables are not as good as the hair of a noble prince—even those untouchables themselves will think so.

Therefore, Tupiti could not understand the prince’s words or the prince’s approach.

She was confused.

this is not right.

The education she has been receiving tells her this way.

However, when she looked at Prince Gallan's eyes, she couldn't explain the sentence "Prince you did something wrong, you shouldn't do it" for some reason.

Suddenly, she suddenly remembered the words she heard when she went to the temple of the sun **** Shamash to listen to the teaching of the elderly high priest.

[The sun **** Shamash is just and selfless. 】

[Even if it is a humble pariah and a filthy slave, he is still willing to spill the light on them, giving them light and warmth. 】

The little prince looked up at her with golden eyes, as if a streamer was flowing, the sun was as bright as a cloudless clear sky.

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Just as Tapti was stunned, someone suddenly came in and reached for the pillbox in her hand.

The head of the female chief looked up, and the figure of the black-haired teenager reflected in her eyes.

She frowned subconsciously, but she still stood up calmly, bowing her head to the boy in an impeccable manner.

"Prince Huimus."

Heimus gave a sigh and responded.

"Let me do it."

He said, sitting down directly, applying the ointment to the bruise that was hit on Gallan's shoulder, and rubbing the milky ointment in the bruise with a fingertip.

"pain."

The bruise was rubbed in such a way, and Garland immediately shouted in pain, subconsciously trying to hide, but Huimus held it.

"It hurts longer without rubbing."

Heimus, who is very good at this kind of bruises, naturally knew that the pain would be hot when rubbing the silt with medicine, so he coaxed while pressing Gallan.

"Good boy, it won't hurt in a while."

Because he wanted to press the constantly struggling Gallan, Heimus forcibly embraced the child from the back with one hand, which seemed to force little Gallan in his arms.

Tupiti's concubine twitched her lips, not to be disrespectful, and reached out to take the ointment from Prince Huimus.

"Prince Huimus." She said a little bit darkly. "This is a scar-removing ointment, which is useless for loosening silt."

So please let go of Prince Garland.

right now--

Immediately

immediately--

However, Heimus didn't understand the hint in the female officer's words at all. When he heard it, he removed the scars, as if remembering something, his eyes fell on Gallan's neck.

There is a pale pink trace on the back of the neck connected to the shoulder.

At first glance, it looks like a small cherry blossom dotted on that tender skin, which is indescribably beautiful.

With a move in his heart, he couldn't tell why, and Heimos poked lightly on the pink mark.

The child in his arms immediately struggled.

"Don't touch itchy!"

Garlan struggled while mumbling. I didn't know why. The place on the back of the neck was not sensitive enough after the injury was fixed, and it was very itchy when touched.

Although he struggled hard, Heimus put his arms around him, he couldn't get away, but instead his small head dangled in Heimus's arms, his hair constantly sweeping Heimus' neck and chin.

The feeling of being scratched lightly by feathers, itchy neck and face made the teenager's lips linger.

He hugged the child in his arms, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his cheek against the soft blond hair.

"Well, it's tickling."

He smiled and said, looking sideways, his raised lips were almost as if kissing the blonde hair of the child in his arms.

Garland turned his head to look at him, his big eyes blinked slightly, his eyelashes growing as if he could touch his hair tips.

Heimus hugged Galland, and the dark lacquered dark hair like the night sky was scattered from the corner of his smiling eyes, entangled with Galland's bright pale blonde hair.

His dark brown hand held a small white hand.

Night and day.

black and white.

It should have been an extremely opposite color, but at this moment, the partial birth gave some kind of indescribable harmony, as if they should be intertwined by nature.

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Ah, she really still didn't like this Prince Huimus.

The above is the woman's chief's abdomen squeezing the pillbox in her hand with a blank expression on her side.

The author has something to say: 　　Well, the story of the little prince's childhood is only the last chapter of tomorrow, and it should be read and cherished.