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"Other than that?"

"Failed to kill Vortigern for you."

"Except for this."

"Hmm... I failed to find the hidden heir for you."

"Isn't this all my regret?" Morgan suddenly came to his senses.

"Yes, because it is your regret, it is also my regret."

"..."

Morgan elbowed Ian lightly.

"Ian, people like you deserve to be used by me for the rest of your life."

"But I am willing, Princess."

"How stupid."

Although he said this, Morgan's hand touched Ian's hand.

"Without me, you would have been deceived by countless women and had your heart broken countless times."

[You two pulled the horse rope together.]

[This is a very intimate act. Just one look will tell you that your relationship is extraordinary. ]

[Of course, all of this only exists on the premise of seeing it. ]

[There is no one else around you now]

【This is some alone time for the two of you.】

[The princess's warhorse moved forward until it reached the end of the wheat field.]

"Stop, Ian," Morgan said.

"I want to go down and have a look."

"Okay, my lady."

Ian served Morgan skillfully.

She landed on the field path with great grace.

"Ian, take me to the wheat field that's growing the best."

"Understood, Princess."

As Morgan requested, Ian took her hand and led her to a wheat field where the wheat was growing most beautifully.

This is the one that occupies the most fertile land and the most nourishing water source among all wheat fields.

So compared to other wheat fields, anyone with a discerning eye can immediately see its difference.

Morgan walked over.

She broke off an ear of wheat, looked at it, selected it for a long time, and then pinched off a few seeds.

"Ian, come here."

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

"what--"

Morgan placed his spike-seed-stained finger on Ian's tongue.

"Ian, eat it."

Ian nodded and took Morgan's slender finger into his mouth.

And she, with a playful look on her face, gently stirred her fingers between his lips for a while before withdrawing them with a look of pleasure on her face.

"How does the wheat taste?"

"…seems a bit bitter."

"Any other feelings?"

“…dry.”

Morgan frowned slightly - this expression didn't look like a good sign.

"Ian, the situation is a little more troublesome than I thought."

"My magic seems unable to reverse the decline of the land."

"This is not your fault, Princess."

Ian took the ear of wheat from Morgan and tasted some more.

He smiled and said:

"And, Princess, there are still some sweet and plump ears of rice among them."

“It’s good that you can notice the flaws, but please don’t forget the beauty that comes from you.”

"Your magic is indeed of great benefit to us, so I hope you won't feel sad because of it."

Hearing these words, Morgan sneered.

"Hey, Ian, you said these things because you don't want to make me sad?"

"My Lady Princess, you asked me to marry you so that I wouldn't have to worry about bad women, right?" Ian replied respectfully, "We have the same idea."

"Ian, you really know how to put yourself in someone else's shoes."

Morgan turned around and hooked Ian's chin with his fingers that had just been stained with wheat ears.

"But aren't you worried that I'm also a bad woman?"

"I'm really not worried," Ian said calmly.

"If you were a bad woman, Princess, I would have been dead long ago."

"Even if you take a step back and say that you are really a bad woman, Princess, the fact that you have spent so much time on me may be enough to prove that you are a little lacking in this aspect."

"E.E." Morgan stared at the knight in front of him. "Are you trying to say that I am unattractive?"

"I'm sorry, Princess, that's not what I meant."

"No, you are." Morgan crossed his arms.

"I am angry."

"I'm going to punish you now."

"I'll punish you by making you ride my horse for a day."

Although we know that each of us may have more important things to do.

But Ian understood that this was an opportunity to relax that there was no reason to refuse - and he knew Morgan thought so too.

Although after that, it might be a little hard for the two to explain where the day went.

But what does it matter?

"As you command, Princess."

"Well, get on the horse."

[You and Morgan are back on the warhorse.]

[You don't have any destination, but you are tacitly avoiding this question.]

[You know that you will discuss many wonderful things during this day, whether it is the wedding or the future. ]

[But what you don’t know is: tonight, you will discover another secret. ]

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[It's been a while since I asked for tickets and props, so today I'm asking for them.]

Please please.

In addition, let me briefly mention the issues of caching and follow-up reading.

Some things written here will definitely make it easier to be ganked, so they will be changed later.

But I definitely know what my readers want to see.

Therefore, it is necessary not to refresh the cache and not to read the data later - you don’t want to see the Holy Light version, right?

[It's been a while since I asked for tickets and props, so today I'm asking for them.]

[It's been a while since I asked for tickets and props, so today I'm asking for them.]

Important things should be said three times.

36. Difficulties on Horseback

[You and Morgan start to play around nearby.]

[Perhaps knowing that no one will see you, Morgan's actions have become much bolder. ]

[To be more precise, the hints were much bolder.]

Morgan said nothing.

But the snow-white hand slowly touched the back of Ian's hand holding the horse reins.

She separated her index and middle fingers slightly, creating a small space, and then rubbed them back and forth on Ian's index finger.

Ian knew what this meant.

"Princess."

"Ok?"

“Your hands are very soft.”

Ian pulled the reins in his hand.

The good horses under the two men slowly stopped, appearing docile and steady.

"And I imagine this wouldn't be your softest spot."

"Ian." Morgan held Ian's finger. "Do you know what you are saying?"

"I'm stupid, so I wouldn't know." Ian smiled, "But you're smart, so you'll definitely know."

Hearing this, Morgan released Ian's fingers and whispered:

"Ian, hold me."

"Okay, my lady."

【You put your arms around Morgan's waist.】

[It is a delicate beauty that will make you linger no matter how many times you touch it. 】

[With your help, Morgan gracefully turned around on horseback.]

"Ian."

Morgan patted the knight's face.

"Did you forget something?"

"You are now a knight to be punished by me, not a lover to enjoy happiness."

"It's my bad memory, my lady."

"Yes." Morgan nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will punish you by asking you to answer another question."

The princess slowly fell back and lay on her warhorse.

Her beautiful hair was scattered in the pony's clean and smooth mane, interweaving into a two-color picture with clear boundaries yet beautiful charm.

"Ian."

"You know?" Morgan looked at Ian above him, "It's not easy to get this horse to sit on another person."