The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

"hapiness?"

"Being your wife, I think this is something that many women dream of, I feel very honored."

Hearing these words from Vidya's mouth, Samar's heart was ecstatic, and his eyes sparkled.

"Vidya, about Mrs. Huizhen, I hope you can really let go." Samar lifted Vidya's beautiful chin and looked at himself: "Hatred is not suitable for you."

Samar still remembers how brave and strong he was to the traffickers and how warm and kind he was to the little boy when he saw Lin Nuanxi for the first time in Tibet five years ago.

But in the past five years, those bright eyes have lost most of their brilliance at that time, and have become more serene.

"Wait another week, and I will make you happy forever!"

A powerful word is no lower than an oath.

Samar ran his thumb lightly across Vidya's forehead, sliding up to her mid-parted hairline.

"It seems to paint red cinnabar on your forehead immediately. I think it must be beautiful."

The characteristic of beautiful brides in India, red cinnabar will be dotted on the forehead, which is the pride of every Indian bride, a real ruby.

Samar imagined Vidya when she was wearing red bridal makeup, the corners of her mouth slightly bent, and she bent down to kiss her forehead gradually.

Vidya didn't hide, but her beautiful eyes were faint, and the pure masculine breath that rushed over was a very strange feeling.

Vidya gently closed her eyes, her eyebrows slightly tightened.

"I'm so sorry to bother you two!"

A very respectful but extraordinarily loud male voice came, interrupting Samar's move to kiss.

Vidya turned her head and saw Beitang Yaori leaning on the marble pillar with his hands folded over his chest.

He was dressed in the uniform of a guard officer, and his strong and beautiful body was ironed. There was something different from that of a soldier, and he was very handsome!

"Major General Anand, the Prime Minister was just talking about you."

Mr. Prime Minister looking for him?

Samar paused, let go of Vidya, and smiled softly at her: "I'll go first."

"Um."

Samar turned around and walked outside, the moment he passed by Beitang Yaori, he saw the slight curve of Beitang Yaori's mouth.

"Shah Rukh, remember what your job is."

"Thank you, Major General Anand, for the reminder."

Two short sentences with the smell of gunpowder disappeared the moment they passed by.

Watching Samar leave, Vidya breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily Beitang Yaori interjected in time.

"Princess Vidya, this is still Agra Fort anyway, if you want to be intimate, you'd better not stay in the corridor."

After finishing speaking, Beitang Yaori turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by an unhappy voice behind him.

"Why did you refuse to marry Kai'Sa?"

Beitang Yaori turned his back to her, and smiled softly: "Why do I have to marry her?"

"She is the eldest princess of Agra Fort, if you marry her, even Samar will respect you, maybe..." Vidya raised his eyes: "You will be the one who takes over Agra Fort after my father. "

"I have my own castle called Black Swan Castle."

"what?"

While the wind was blowing, Vidya didn't hear Beitang Yaori's faint words clearly.

Thinking of Samar's affectionate behavior just now, Beitang Yaori's anger is false.So far, no one has dared to touch his woman in front of his young master.

Of course, except for Jiang Bo.