Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

When she completely unifies the entire Roman Empire, and then takes care of the surrounding countries, she will have the confidence and confidence to give "Well, then I look forward to the day when you complete your homework and become a real emperor."

Turning his head and looking at the world outside the window with Nero, Genryuyuan knew that Nero had grown up.

Even without his existence, this girl is also a qualified emperor, going further and further on the road of emperor

Another world, in the Lostbelt of the True Kingdom of Human Intelligence.

The warm sun sets in the west.

A distant figure is standing in the main hall of Epang Palace.

Standing silently, Ying Ningwu's eyes were so deep that she could not see the temperature, and beside her, Comrade Ying Yaoxue, the chief maid, was holding a memorial, telling the first emperor of domestic events.

"Your Majesty, these are all the ministers have played today.

Slightly lowered her eyes, Ying Yaoxue's willow eyebrows are very long and narrow, so long that you can't see that...

The glamorous face is like a Guishuang demon lotus, and now she can only reveal a trace of true feelings in front of Ying Ningwu.

Well, maybe some guy who's always mad at her can count.

"The widow knows."

Jun's heart is unpredictable, even though he has lived with Ying Ningwu for more than [*] years, even though he has lived with Ying Ningwu for more than [*] years and more than [*] months, Ying Yaoxue still can't figure out the heart of Sister Zheng.

After a long silence, she thought about it and asked tentatively, "Is Your Majesty thinking of His Majesty Yuanliuyuan?"

"I don't have it, it's not, don't talk nonsense."

""

Okay, even the self-proclaimed widow has changed, it seems that Sister Zheng is really not thinking about someone.

"Well, think about it a little bit."

Feeling a little embarrassed about the atmosphere in the hall, Ying Ningwu rarely looked out of the window, as if to make her face look better.

"Yao Xue."

"The minister is here."

"Tell me, is it a little bit widow who changed after meeting her husband."

After a pause, Sister Zheng closed the window.

With the dim light in the store, she always felt that she was less and less like herself now.

"Yes, there is a slight change."

I will always clearly remember that day, the day in Zhao Guo: when Ying Yaoxue saw Ying Ningwu, who was the daughter of a proton at that time.

Under the gloomy sky, Zulong's golden eyes are so ruthless, so cruel, so indifferent, just at a glance, Ying Yaoxue will understand, this is the master he wants to follow, this is what he wants to truly The "monster" that follows well.

The black black flag in the Epang Palace is raised high, and it represents not only the history of Da Qin, but also the testimony of Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of this long history.

After seeing the man, the never-changing female emperor began to become soft, maybe others couldn't find it, but as Ying Ningwu's personal maid, Ying Yaoxue was the first to find out about it.

Not just the handwriting on the memorial, no matter what

It's the tenderness of those foolish people, no matter what

It was a smile that had not been seen in a thousand years, Ying Yaoxue knew that the source of happiness for Ying Ningwu now lies in that man.

A lot has changed, Ying Yaoxue felt a burst of laughter when she remembered that Sister Zheng asked him to learn how to use the washing machine together half a month ago.

She had already decided everything in her heart, she swore that no matter who, no matter who wanted to destroy Ying Ningwu's happiness, no matter who wanted to harm Yuan Liuyuan, she would kill him.

Be sure, never be soft-hearted or unscrupulous!

Chapter [*]. Artoria's doubts

In the moon of Long Qian, the weather was already slightly cold, and the winter wind of Yuanxu melted into the frost, forming the first snowflake.

Under the sky that can be seen, is the black white Yue, and at the end of Daqin, the world tree seems to be submerged in the empress' amber eyes.

Years go by and the seasons flow.

In the solemn royal garden, under the pavilion, a woman leaning on the fence, dressed in imperial robes, sipped the tea in her hands.

Behind her is Ying Yaoxue, who is devoted to her duties.

"Changping, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you in the courtroom to advise the widow in person, what's the matter?"

Looking away from the snowflakes above Qingming, Ying Ningwu felt a little disappointed that she was not able to enjoy the first snow in Daqin with Yuanliuyuan.

The gentle expression was hidden in the depths of the heart by the first emperor, and turned to look at the right minister of the empire, who was already covered with a light snowflake outside the court. Sister Zheng wanted to know what this guy was going to do.

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen wants to ask, how to divide the power and responsibilities of His Royal Highness Yuanliuyuan"

Since the founding of the Qin Dynasty, there has always been only one voice in the entire empire, and that is the first emperor Ying Zheng and Ying Ningwu, the first emperor of the millennium.

Now suddenly announced the existence of Wang Yuanliuyuan, not only Changpingjun, but almost the entire court thinks that this is Ying Zheng's other plans.

After all, Qin Wangzheng's domineering domineering and the stalwart that can be said to devour the world impressed everyone deeply. They didn't think Yuanliuyuan could really carve up the kingship of Daqin.

[Your Majesty may have already figured out a solution to the Lostbelt and World Tree.

] This belief is known and implemented by everyone.

Dare to come to the Epang Palace to meet Ying Ningwu, Changping Jun wanted to know what he should do.

"Are you looking for death, Changping?"

A faint smile, but this smile made Chang Ping-jun shudder.

Having served Ying Ningwu for thousands of years and serving as the right minister, he knew that His Majesty was angry, but he didn't know what he was angry about.

"Yao Xue."

Not bothering to pay attention to Changping-Jun at all, Sister Zheng gave an order to the head maid.

"Master Right Prime Minister, His Majesty Yuanliuyuan is now the king side by side, naturally the same position as His Majesty Ying Ningwu.

Not to mention that you used the word "His Royal Highness" to address His Majesty just now, just trying to figure out His Majesty's thoughts is a crime of great treason."

Leaning down slightly, Ying Yaoxue used a very "gentle" look

said in a tone of voice.

"This"

After being stunned for a while, Changping-Jun's heart set off a storm.

He didn't understand what was going on at all, he just felt that Ying Ningwu meant what he said, as if it wasn't a show, but was serious. Others share the power in their hands, let alone a first emperor like Ying Ningwu.

"Didn't you hear what Yaoxue said, Changping?"

Looking at Changping-Jun with golden eyes, Ying Ning exudes a strong coercion.

The feeling of being in the abyss made Chang Ping-jun come back to his senses, and he didn't dare to straighten sister, and then he remembered that the woman in front of him was Ying Ningwu, but an emperor through the ages.

"Wei Chen understands."

Not daring to speculate or hesitate, Chang hurriedly knelt down.

The sweat stains on his body have wet his inner shirt, which is extremely wet and uncomfortable, but at this time Changping-Jun did not dare to think about other things, he only knew that he had made a fatal mistake.

The "husband" on Ying Ningwu's mouth

These two words seem to be more than just shouting, the first emperor seems to have moved his true feelings.

It seems that the whole Daqin's attitude towards that Highness, no, it should be said that His Majesty's attitude will fundamentally change because of today's incident.

Maybe this is what is called love.

At least that's what Changping-kun understands.

"Ah Merlin, I want to ask you something."

After the torrential rain, the entire Camelot was shrouded in the rays of the sun.

Standing on the city wall, looking at the end of the horizon, the king of knights has green eyes under the golden hair, which are more dazzling than the finely carved emeralds.

The wind of the sound of nature in the distance blew up the girl's hair slightly, which seemed to be the greatest mystery of Xingyue, and Artoria's hair was said to be comparable to the root.

"Ah, if you have something to do with you, Wang, why do you climb so high?"

As the most ancient family squat, Nightmare Merlin's performance has always been okay in our eyes, but whenever you get to know him deeply, you will find that Merlin is not a good person, but that he is not a person. All remain in Camelot.

The silver hair was fluffy and messy. Big Brother Merlin, who had exhausted all his strength, finally climbed up the city wall with great difficulty, and gasped behind Artoria.

This Nima, lost half his life! "Merlin, what do you think about that child Mordred?"

Having long been accustomed to Merlin's unreliable appearance, Arturia, who had been fighting in Great Britain for several years, didn't have much time to breathe.

After the death of King Uther, she succeeded to the throne with the rebellion of the princes and countless rebels before her, and her uncle Vortigern afterward.

The white dragon transformed by Pendragon occupies most of the land. Under this premise, the girl inherited the throne, holding the sword in the stone high and pulling this devastated and terminally ill country from the line of life and death.

The knights of the round table under the shelter have already formed, thinking of that... Mordred who has been wearing a helmet, Artoria has been guessing the identity of the other party.

She also has a little understanding of what her sister Morgan has done, just like before, she will ask Merlin, the archmage, to ask her doubts.

"It's not a king. Even if I am the most powerful magician in the whole of Britain, I can't see through a person's past and future. Besides, isn't that kid Mordred looking forward to you? What's there to worry about?"

The tone is a bit condescending, but this is in line with Merlin's performance.

"Can't you see through it? Or you can see through it, but you don't want to say it?"

Knowing the personality of the most ancient family squatting well, Artoria turned around.

Standing upright, with a resolute expression, just standing there gives people a kind of "king"

attitude.

"I"

Puffing up his cheeks, Merlin looked elsewhere.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer Arturia's question directly, but there are some things that even he doesn't know how to answer.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it."