The Crystal Palace Of Heaven

This is an old man with a slight blessing. His neatly groomed hair behind his head looks a little yellow, but it is not so shriveled. His face was still healthy and ruddy, but his eyelids drooped weakly, and his spirit seemed a little tired.

Because it is summer, the old man is only wearing a simple white shirt, not even a robe, it seems low-key, but reveals the low-key luxury. The shirt was woven with the finest brocade, breathable and comfortable, and the white fabric was embroidered with the looming coat of arms of holy spring in silk.

He wore a sunhat, bent his head down, and held a small silver shovel in his hand, carefully weeding the flower garden.

A chubby figure did not know when he had stood silently behind the emperor. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, his face was still a smile of gentleness, waiting for the old man without a word.

Is after all old, the old man spent a lot of time to shovel out a small grass. He stood up and thumped his sore waist, only to notice the figure behind him.

"Varrus, how long have you been waiting."

"The villain's job is to wait, Your Majesty," Varus looked at the old man with a smile, and said slowly with a gentle tone like a spring breeze: "But Master Tyrion did wait in the pavilion early."

"You must not be able to stand his mouth, so I fled here." The old man smiled narrowly, "Forget it, if this kid is anxious, I don't know what kind of disaster will happen." . "

At the moment, two inner attendants ran over, one dressed the robe for the old man, and the other washed his face and cleaned his hands with a silver basin filled with water.

The old man, who ruled the world's largest population and the most powerful empire, wore a robe across the garden path and came to an elegant little pavilion. There was already a short figure waiting here. He was about the height of a normal young boy, with short legs, a disproportionately large head, a protruding forehead, dark green eyes, one large and one small, blond hair brightening white, and brown and golden messy beards on his chin.

In general, this is an ugly gnomes that make children look like they will have nightmares. It is not a race of halflings who are very happy, but a malformed human.

"The sea breeze falling into the star sea hasn't made you any stronger." The emperor looked at the visitors up and down. Although he was a dwarf with a low profile, he didn't seem to see it enough.

"If you need brute force, your majesty has hundreds of thousands of troops, you should not expect the little arms and legs of the minister." The visitor smiled, and his unremarkable features appeared even more terrible: "Moreover, although the minister is stunted, but it is not The weakest of the great ministers of the empire is so complacent. At this point, our head of the palace, Lord Varus, has the most say."

Varus chuckled and looked very honest: "Master Tyrion laughed, you are the greatest prince of the empire, the guardian of the falling star sea, the small is just a servant who is waiting for your majesty's living. Please be kind and let go Have a loyal and poor old Varus. Then, the little one will retire. "

Varrus didn't seem to see the obvious sneer on the gnome's face, paid a deep salute to both of them, and then stepped back, leaving the emperor and his strange visitor.

The court manager who claimed to be a servant retreated, and Tyrion watched his fat back disappear behind the flowerbed. Then he turned around and bowed to the emperor to salute: "Today's visit is to ask His Majesty for sin."

"Please guilt? People who are arrogant to the Lancaster family in their bones will also guilt? If your father knows, he will jump out of the coffin to clean the portal?" The emperor smiled narrowly and patted the table in the pavilion , Motioning to the other party to sit down. A variety of seasonal fresh fruits, as well as iced wine and honey wine have been placed on this table.

　　 "Unreasonable arrogance is at most a middle-aged brain disability. This is the biggest difference between my old lady and her father, who is not a typical Lancaster."

Tyrion shrugged and sat down recklessly, struggling to reach out to the crystal jug with his short right hand, but the emperor first picked it up and poured a full glass of red wine in front of the dwarf.

Tyrian watched the opponent's movements without saying a word.

The emperor filled himself with wine again, took a sip, and smiled back gradually: "In such a period, such a mistake is made. If it is not your son and his servants, I will definitely think that they have ulterior motives, and they will kill a lot. "

"Even if Your Majesty beheaded them all and nailed his head to the flagpole, the clerk had no doubt. Whether it was the servant's son or his servant, he should be punished for doing something wrong." Tyrion smiled as if talking about a stranger Life and death, "Of course, I want to remind your majesty that if you don't have the decision you deserve, this kind of thing will still happen, and it may not be the heads of a few hairy boys."

"Aha! You just talked to the emperor of the empire, your lord? You dare to say that you are guilty, you are clearly asking for sin! You dare to say that you are not a typical Lancaster? Why, your brother-in-law Are you here? They just can't wait so much? "

The emperor sneered. His voice is not loud, but for more than half a century, Jiwei naturally has a chilling sense of oppression. Ordinary people are forced by this momentum, and may have already collapsed to the ground, shaking and asking for sin, but this dwarf, which is only two-thirds of the height of ordinary people, shrugged and slowly said: "Well, if your majesty does not want to listen, then the minister Not to mention, let's talk about something else, such as history, stories about 'Scarlet October', 'Shuanglong Chaos', 'Red Year', etc. "

The **** October, the Shuanglong Rebellion, and the Scarlet Year are all well-known historical events in Auckland. Their common ground is the war that broke out between the royal family or the lord over the dispute over storage.

The emperor slapped the table violently, and just wanted to attack, but when he first saw the pair of large, small, and deep dark green pupils of the gnome, his full efforts only turned into a cold hum, after all:

"It's just a lazy egg pygmy hiding in a sea-view villa in Kaiyan City. How dare I say something."

At this moment, a trace of bleak gradually appeared on the emperor's old face: "I am old, too old to see blood again, and I don't know which day I will go to heaven to see Astir ... and you, Ya You are the most important student in the life of Erte. I also hope that you can bear the burden of national politics, but you have been on the beach for twelve years, and you will not come for several times. How come, the scenery of the starry sea is true So it makes you difficult to separate? "

Tyrion smiled slightly, his appearance was unremarkable, and even some ugly face became more difficult to see. The deep dark green eyeballs flashed sly light, saying: "The minister is for your majesty to keep the west."

The emperor smiled indifferently: "The western border is the coastline, and a guard group is enough to maintain law and order, so you don't need to guard it."

Tyrian's eyes rolled back, and he said, "Well, we must also fight against the pirates in the starry sea, deter those people, and maintain the security of the empire's West Sea."

"The empire has nine military ports along the coast of the Falling Star Sea, and three royal fleets of nearly 200 warships. Even the four islands of the Thousand Islands combined do not have a navy of this size, not to mention that the pirates have basically been killed by you. Worry. "The emperor disdain.

After thinking about it, Tyrion said, "Well, it also manages commercial routes and customs between the Empire and the four countries and the Far West ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The emperor shook his head and sneered:" Hey, just a few tax officers. Is it possible to handle a job that requires Wang Zuo to sit down? "

Terion couldn't help but reveal a distressed look, and asked tentatively: "Maybe we must also guard against the wild people in the Korner Hills of Northwest."

The emperor couldn't help laughing: "Those savages have already been conditioned by the dwarves, so I don't have to go to their troubles, they dare to cause trouble? The above are just excuses. The old guy who has fallen into the soil has to use his brain anyway. "

Tyrian shook his head helplessly, and said in a near-spoken tone: "Your Majesty, the prince is a strangely shaped deformed child, and it will hurt the country as a courtier."

The emperor snorted with a snort: "I invited you to be prime minister, but not for you to marry. You are Lord Kaiyan, Patriarch of the Lancaster family, and Duke of the Empire. Is it not yet qualified to serve? Is this prime minister? "

Tyrion was silent for a few minutes and still shook his head: "Teacher Yalter, and Elupaxi, the first generation of princes are ordinary second sons of the knight family, and one is a civilian scholar, neither of whom is a high door. The Great Valve was born. And it is because the minister is the Duke of Lancaster, the largest prince of the empire, and he is not even qualified to serve as the prince of the empire. "

The emperor couldn't help but laughed dumbly: "If your father is still alive, he will definitely **** you unfilial son."

Tyrion shrugged and said lukewarmly: "My father is definitely not a good father. Of course, as a member of the Lancaster family, I am not a good son. This is even. So I never remembered hating him. "

The guest of the emperor is one of the empire's largest princes, known as "little giant" Duke of Lyon, Lancaster.