When she first stepped into the castle, Xuan Shiran was shocked by the scene in front of her. Compared with the last time she came here, the deserted place now brought her a different kind of warmth.
Exquisite flower bouquets are decorated on the surrounding walls, the steps and handrails of the corridor are decorated with purple and pink hydrangeas, and flowers with European classical temperament are used, similar violets and roses are arranged, and the arches are made of wrought yarn.
Curtains and luxurious silk furnishings create a graceful look
The gauze curtains fluttering in the wind make you feel like you have arrived at the luxurious palace of King Louis of France when you walk in here.
This is where every girl dreams of having a luxurious and happiest wedding with a handsome king.
"The king personally ordered people to decorate this place during your five days of rest." Lan Ziye walked beside Xuan Shiran, looking at the luxurious decorations around him, and explained
Xuan Shi was stunned for a moment, and felt an inexplicable depression in his heart. What the hell is that guy doing?
"Except for seeing such a festive feeling at Wang's birthday party when I was a kid, I haven't seen this place as lively as now for a long time," Feng Liexing said with a nostalgic smile.
"Have you known each other since childhood?" Xuan Shiran was surprised.
"When we were very young," Shui Lijin replied in a low voice while walking in front, "That's when the three of us met Wang here." He stopped and looked down the corridor, where the garden with red roses entered.
In Xuan Sheran's eyes
"I remember that at that time, we ignorantly had a fight with Wang Fengfeng." Feng Lie walked up and looked at the garden, his eyes full of nostalgia and beauty for the past, "Wang was still a prince at that time.
And the second king and the queen are both here.”
Xuan Shi paused for a moment, King Ayres II and his wife, those are Lian's parents.
"When the second king was alive, we often came to the castle to practice his homework with him." Looking at the garden, Lan Ziye's cold golden eyes became extremely soft under the sunlight, and then were touched by a touch of light.
"We have almost forgotten the king at that time"
When Xuan Shiran turned her head, she was stunned by a few eyes with various complex emotions in them. She looked carefully again. For the first time, she saw Lan Ziye and the three of them.
There is an extraordinarily quiet aura about him, that quietness seems to be talking about something, missing something, and seems to want to hold on to something.
She looked back at the garden shrouded in the dazzling sunshine again, as if the beautiful scenes that had happened here flashed before her eyes, and there had been real laughter here.
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"What's going on?" In the corridor near the north, Lian angrily pulled the curtain that he was extremely dissatisfied with and threw it on the ground.
The maids and craftsmen around them hurriedly put down what they were doing, and knelt on the ground trembling with fear, not daring to raise their heads.
"Who disobeyed this king's order and used this color?" Lian asked coldly, looking at the person in front of him.
After waiting for a while, no one answered him. Lian's face became even darker, "If no one admits it, I will kill everyone here."
The announcement of death made the people kneeling here tremble all over. Finally, a shorter maid stood up shivering, lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "It's me, the king. I thought the lady would like the color red."
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"It's you." Lian took two steps forward, looked at the servant who didn't know how to live or die, and said coldly: "Don't you know her better than I do?"
"No, don't you dare, please forgive me." The maid was so frightened that her whole body became weak, and she quickly knelt down and begged for mercy loudly. She knew that the king was very angry now, and she also knew that her life could be in danger at any time.