"Your Majesty the Queen? Your Majesty!"

Yingqian held the knife and fork in her hand, and she didn't know how many mouthfuls of air she had already eaten, until she suddenly heard scattered calls in her ears. She suddenly raised her head and met the king's worried eyes.

"You...haven't you rested?"

"Ah?" Yingqian was stunned for a moment, rubbed his swollen forehead, and whispered: "It's nothing, I just don't adapt to the climate."

The king obviously didn't understand.

But he also saw Yingqian's discomfort and thought it was because he was not used to eating breakfast, so he asked someone to get another one.

Looking at her slightly haggard face.

The king's Adam's apple twitched.

Asked softly:

"Perhaps I can take the liberty of calling you by your first name?"

He stared at Yingqian too carefully.

So much so that he didn't notice the sudden cold look in Michael's eyes.

"Of course." Yingqian nodded slightly, took a bite of the buttered bread, half lowered his eyes, and said listlessly: "We are allies, of course you can call me by my name in private situations."

"Ying... Yingqian."

As if he was a little uncomfortable, the king chewed the name between his lips and teeth for a long time before slowly spitting it out.

Yingqian nodded, "It's me."

Perhaps she is not very energetic today.

He seems to have a much softer aura than usual, and he seems to be much easier to get along with.

The king stared at Yingqian's beautiful face, feeling a little distracted for a moment.

He couldn't help lowering his body and said with a warm invitation:

"If you are willing, maybe you can stay here for a few more days? I can take you to see everywhere. We still have a lot of good scenery here, and you will definitely like it very much."

Edward threw the broken fork aside with an expressionless expression.

Neither he nor Michael continued to have breakfast.

It's rare to be consistent.

Staring at the king.

The king shivered inexplicably.

I just feel the chill creeping up from the soles of my feet.

Finally it got into my heart.

But he didn't think much about it.

Still looking at Yingqian with a warm face, he continued:

"If you don't like to enjoy the scenery, our kingdom also has some very good food, I can..."

The king has not finished speaking yet.

Yingqian suddenly stood up and looked at Michael nervously.

"What's wrong?"

Michael covered his arms, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

It was as if he was enduring extremely terrible pain.

Hearing Yingqian's voice, he took a hard look and whispered:

"No...it's nothing, I just accidentally touched the wound."

How could it hurt like this if it's just a wound?

How could Yingqian have breakfast?

He walked to Michael, helped him up, and looked at the king again.

"Please call the doctor for me!"

The king was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and sent the maid to call the doctor.

Waiting for Yingqian to help Michael leave.

Only then did he vaguely feel that something was wrong.

Is Michael's injury that serious?

and.

Coincidentally, when he invited Yingqian, he suddenly felt pain.

The king hesitated.

He knew that now and in the past, he might have seemed too enthusiastic.

But when I think of Yingqian's charming face and her noble status as a queen.

If I could marry her...

That is equivalent to marrying a beautiful wife and an extremely powerful country.

His country, due to the corruption of those nobles, has become a strong country on the outside and a cadre on the inside.

But as long as you marry Yingqian, you can become strong again.

This is an extremely good deal.

He couldn't help but not be moved.

The king finally took a step forward.

He knocked on the door, and when Edward saw his face, a flash of displeasure suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

The king smiled slightly, deliberately raised his voice, and asked:

"Yingqian and Michael helped me a lot. I was really worried, so I came over to see him."

Edward frowned.

They were all men, how could he not hear the warm and affectionate tone when the king mentioned Yingqian.

There is already a deep-minded Michael.

Now, there is actually another His Majesty the King!

Why does his queen recruit people like this?

It goes on like this.

Edward's dream of becoming a "fighting concubine" is about to come to nothing.

Of course he didn't want to let the king in.

But out of etiquette, I still whispered.

"Please wait a moment, I will inform the Queen."

"good."

The king stood with his hands behind his hands, glanced at Edward up and down, and raised a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He's just a stupid youngster.

No one can compare to him, so mature and steady.

Edward walked to Yingqian, glanced at the pale Michael, and whispered:

"Queen, His Majesty the King is here."

"Him?" Yingqian was staring at Michael's arm and asked without looking back, "What is he here for?"

"Say yes, come and visit His Highness the Prince."

"I came to see you."

Ying smiled lightly, helped Michael button up his shirt, and joked:

"Does he have a little daughter who wants to marry you as his wife? Don't forget, your fiancée is still waiting for you in our castle."

Michael covered her hand and raised the corners of his lips.

"I am different from other men. The only person I want to marry is you."

Yingqian was stunned.

While thinking about the other men in Michael's mouth, he turned his head and glanced at Edward's gloomy face.

Talk about it.
To be continued...