Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

From the limited ingredients, he selected basic ingredients such as honey, fruit, sugar, eggs, etc., and then looked at the very simple semolina on the side, and Yuanliuyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Although the quality is very poor, but it will be used."

His hands fluttered, and within a moment, a delicate pastry was freshly baked under the man's hands.

Golden pastries have no additives, just the most sincere gifts from nature.

"Try it."

Bowing his hands to Gilgamesh, Genryuin motioned the King of Heroes to taste it.

"This king wants to see, what you call delicious food..."

She smiled, her white jade fingers were too delicate, she broke off a small piece of cake, Gilgamesh wanted to say something while tasting it, but her expression froze instantly.

"This taste."

I have no resistance to sweets, just one bite, really just one bite, Niang Twinkle was captured by the sweet and moist taste.

The red eyes flashed with excitement, and the King of Heroes, who suddenly realized what he was in, was stunned, and then put on a arrogant look.

"this thing....."

"This is called cake."

"Well, it's this cake, this king will treat it as a tribute to you as a minister.

Well, this king is very happy. From now on, you are no longer the enemy of this king, but a subject recognized by this king. "

After leaving this sentence, Gilgamesh left with the cake in his hand.

And her smile made Yuanliuyuan stunned for a moment.

"That smile..."

There was a rare silence, and he did not do anything superfluous. When he returned to a side hall prepared for him by Yalandran, Yuanliuyuan remembered a question he had asked Ying Ningwu before.

"Dance."

"Ok?"

Having been married for two days, looking at his wife who is still reading, Yuan Liuyuan does not understand why his wife never smiles.

She has such a beautiful face, if she can smile, she must be very beautiful.

"Ning Wu, why do you never laugh?"

"Husband wants to see me laugh?"

Putting down the book in her hand, Sister Zheng looked at the man with a strange look.

"It's not that I want to, I'm just curious why you never smile."

"There's no need to laugh."

His eyes did not fluctuate, he lowered his head, Shi Huangdi did not want to talk about some topics.

"Husband, I used to like to laugh very much."

After a long silence, the Empress seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be talking to Yuanliuyuan.

"and then?"

Sitting down side by side with Ying Ningwu, Yuanliuyuan looked like he was listening.

"And then, maybe because I love to laugh, they don't care how they bully me.

So, I don't want to laugh anymore. "

As if remembering some bad memories, at this moment, Sister Zheng remembered herself as a proton, as well as the actions of her mother Zhao Ji when she ascended the throne, the betrayal of Prime Minister Lu Buwei, etc...

Sometimes, after wearing the mask for a long time, she herself has forgotten what she looked like when she smiled.

Wanting to be alone in peace, but the responsibility of man and intelligence to integrate the real country made Shi Huang feel breathless.

Outside the window, the summer rain stopped, the autumn wind dissipated, and the afterglow of the sunset was just like Ying Ningwu's mood at the moment, complicated and heavy.

"That's it."

Holding Miss Ying Zheng's wrist, Yuan Liuyuan's body temperature was so warm.

"After that, Ning Wu, you can just give me a smile."

"?"

He was stunned for a moment, looking at Yuan Liuyuan's face, until the last ray of sunshine fell on the man's face, Ying Zheng felt a bit bitter on his face.

That's... a complex face with a sudden understanding and warmth coexisting.

"I see, husband."

The lonely and boring time is no longer the only one alone, just like the flowers and leaves in the courtyard, Ying Ningwu seems to understand something.

Under the broken shadow of the setting sun, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and that was the first time she smiled in front of Yuanliuyuan.

It was also the first smile after [*] years.

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Ps; this book...is not fast to write.

It's not like it's written anymore.

Up to now, I still clearly remember that Chen Qingchen's book of 1.2 words per day persisted for a month, but as expected, I broke down.

This book will not be fast, 3-4 times a day, and occasionally ask for a day off to revise the manuscript, because I am not satisfied with the writing.

I just want to... write every chapter, write every person...

Chapter [*]. The King of Uruk

The next day was light dust, the clouds closed and the rain faded, and as the arrogant sunlight poured into the temple, Gilgamesh opened his crimson eyes.

"Well, my health is much better."

Taking off the bandage on his body, looking at Uruk outside the window, Gilgamesh's eyes flashed with desolation and memories.

That was, a long, long time ago...

"See, Jill?"

Standing on the highest platform in front of the square, looking at the magnificent Uruk, Lugarbanda said to his daughter behind him; "Here, the future will be your kingdom, and those people will be your people.

All this will belong to you! "

Speaking of this, a flush of excitement appeared on Lugarbanda's face, and his voice became excited.

"Is it mine...?"

The still young eyes did not understand everything in front of him, but Gilgamesh also showed a satisfied smile beside the great father and king.

"Yes, it belongs to your kingdom!"

Touching the child's head, Lugalbanda's eyes looked up to the sky.

There, is the seat of the gods.

The corners of his mouth burst into laughter, and gradually, Lugal Banda's laughter became louder and bolder.

"Jill, I have something to tell you!"

Taking a deep breath, even though she knew that Gilgamesh could not understand now, Lugalbanda had no time.

He understood that his lifespan was about to expire, and it was not his death, but the judgment of the gods on Uruk.

"What's the matter, Father?"

The voice was a little childish, but Gilgamesh was serious.

The pride and shadow of the King of Heroes had already flashed slightly on her body.

"Jill, you have to remember.

When you are crowned king, all this, the whole world will be yours!

However, while you own the world, you also have to bear the curse of a lifetime. Even so, do you want it? "

"Curse?" After a while, Gilgamesh was silent.

With her delicate face thinking, she showed maturity that did not match her age.

"Even so, I want to be king!"

Voice identification and full of confidence, Gilgamesh believes that he will be a perfect king, a king who fears nothing!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Great, if that's the case, then Gilgamesh..."

Satisfied with Gilgamesh's answer, Lugalbanda smiled, so bitterly.

Like the remnant leaves whirling in the autumn wind, he patted his daughter on the shoulder, then looked up to the sky.

"From today, Gilgamesh, remember that you are the king!

Carrying responsibility, carrying the world, carrying destiny.

So go ahead...go ahead and take your responsibilities.

This world will be yours to bear! "

Sections of memories that existed in deep memories drifted through my heart like phantoms of light, and my father's words seemed to still ring in my ears.

Shaking his head, Gilgamesh could even hear his own breathing.

"Curse? Ridiculous.

This king will not admit those things. This king is the oldest king, the owner of everything in this world. "

The eyes are firm, and the dark red eyes are like the big bang of the universe, and all the doubts are thrown away.Gilgamesh doesn't know now, in the future...her world, who will bear the burden.

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