In the princess's house, Zhong Wen said with a look of disbelief, "Is this a rule set by your own father?"
"yes."
Illya's eyes were dull, as if she was staring at the ground, but her pupils were not focused, and she just answered indifferently.
"When was the news released?"
Seeing that she looked depressed and absent-minded, Zhong Wen simply turned around and asked the strong man Sparta, "Can people from the entire empire participate?"
"Not long after His Highness left the palace, His Majesty's orders had spread throughout the imperial capital."
Sparta answered truthfully, "But it should be limited to the golden clan. From princes and prime ministers to ordinary soldiers, as long as they have golden hair, they are all qualified to compete for this throne."
"Did my own father come up with this?"
Zhong Wen scratched his head and couldn't help but sigh, "Didn't he really pick this girl up from the trash?"
"I'm tired."
The conversation between the two did not arouse Illya's interest at all. The blond girl just said hello casually and hurried towards her room, "I'm going to rest first."
"Your Highness Reinhardt can be said to be the person closest to Your Highness Illya in this world."
Sparta said apologetically, "His Highness will inevitably be overly sad when he suddenly hears such bad news. I hope Mr. Zhong will forgive me."
"Reinhardt?"
Hearing this name mentioned several times, Zhong Wen unconsciously thought of a handsome face and dazzling blond hair, and finally thought of the unique young man who met Zizaitian by chance.
It was the centipede cordyceps obtained from the blond boy that gave him more confidence in the deal with the beast king Tianpeng, and he got a lot of benefits from it.
It turns out that your boy is Illya’s brother!
I have worked so hard to open up your meridians, and I originally expected to repay you when you came back and became famous.
I didn't expect you to die like this, leaving only a helpless sister?
Zhong Wen actually admired Reinhardt quite a lot, but now that he suddenly heard the news of his death, he couldn't help but secretly curse and feel regretful.
"Nowadays, the princess's residence is almost the enemy of the whole country, and His Highness is depressed because of the death of his brother."
With a heavy heart, Sparta forced a smile on his face and said, "I'm afraid this place won't last long. You might as well leave this place of trouble as soon as possible to avoid being implicated by us."
"Uncle Spartan, if we leave."
Zhong Wen looked at him with a half-smile but said, "How should Ilia deal with the murderous intent in this city?"
"My Mistress entrusted Your Highness to me before she died."
Sparta's eyes shone with firmness and determination, "Even if I risk my life, I will protect Your Highness!"
"Uncle Spartan, you are indeed loyal and courageous."
Zhong Wen retorted mercilessly, "But if you can't even deal with a baron family, how can you protect Illya from so many nobles?"
"this……"
Sparta's expression froze, and his voice suddenly became weaker, "This is my duty!"
"You are a smart man. Please don't say these tempting words again."
Zhong Wen laughed, walked up to the strong man, and patted his shoulder gently, "Don't worry, we won't leave just yet."
"Zhong Shaoxia, there is no deep friendship between you and His Highness."
Sparta's old face turned red, and finally he couldn't help but express his doubts, "Why do you want to wade into the muddy waters of the Golden Clan? Is it because of His Highness Illya...?"
"What? Are you worried that I have evil intentions towards Illya?"
Zhong Wen sneered, and then pointed at Shen Xiaowan and Zhuma beside him, his face full of sarcasm, "Don't worry, look at the girls around me who are not prettier than her. The little girl has less breasts in the movie." How can someone with a butt but no butt arouse my interest?"
Seeing that he had ignored her, Guoguo couldn't help but pout her mouth and waved her pink fist in dissatisfaction, wanting to protest.
However, as his eyes swept across the chests of Shen Xiaowan and Zhuma, and then looked down at her toes that could be seen at a glance, the little girl immediately walked to the corner and squatted down like a deflated ball. , silently reached out and drew circles on the ground.
"Zhong, Mr. Zhong is exaggerating a bit..."
Sparta was stunned by him and couldn't laugh or cry for a long time. "Although Your Highness's body has not fully grown, in terms of appearance alone, she can be regarded as a rare beauty in the world. How can you say so?" So unbearable?"
"There is nothing worthy of my coveting in Illya now."
Zhong Wen chuckled and then changed the topic, "As for why you want to help her, you can think of it as an investment."
"Investment?" Sparta showed confusion on his face.
"If we followed her earlier out of friendship, then now that this girl is the first heir to the throne, she has investment value."
Zhong Wen smiled and said bluntly, "If we can help her successfully ascend to the throne, wouldn't it be equivalent to winning the friendship of the emperor of a country? Isn't such a good opportunity worth taking a gamble?"
"Young Master Zhong is really...frank."
Sparta's mood was extremely complicated. For the moment, he couldn't tell how sincere Zhong Wen's words were, and he was even less sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for Ilia that these four people staying in the princess's mansion.
"Actually, you don't have to care about my intentions."
Zhong Wen patted his shoulder again and comforted him softly, "Because your top priority is to survive, and you have no choice but to rely on me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly in the direction Ilia left.
"Zhong, Mr. Zhong."
Sparta asked hurriedly, "Where are you going?"
"With a formidable enemy in front of us, we can't let this girl stay listless."
Zhong Wen replied without looking back, "I'll enlighten her!"
Sparta opened his mouth, as if he wanted to stop him, but in the end he failed to make a sound. He just watched him drift away and slowly disappeared out of sight.
…
An alluring aroma wafted from outside the house and poured into her nose, wildly teasing Illya's appetite and instantly awakening her from endless sadness.
Is this...the smell of meat?
After being shut up alone in the room for too long, she was already hungry. She couldn't help but sniff, and instinctively wanted to go out and take a look.
However, when Kankan stood up, Reinhardt's voice and smile appeared in her mind. She felt a pain in her heart. She immediately lost her mind and sat down again, hugging her knees with her hands and burying her pink face deeply in her hands.
Between the legs, he didn't want to raise his head for a long time.
But the smell outside the house had no intention of dissipating. Instead, it became stronger and more fragrant. It was extremely tempting, constantly teasing the girl's fragile nerves.
Who is so wicked?
Go to the door of someone's house to eat?
After repeating this cycle of standing up, sitting down, and standing up again several times, Ilya finally couldn't hold it in any longer, got up angrily, pushed open the door, and rushed out, planning to scold the person who was spreading the smell.
people.
What caught his eye was Zhong Wen's smiling face.
There was a shelf that came from nowhere in front of him, with a spiritual fire burning at the bottom, and a slender pole running across a whole leg of lamb. His left hand slowly rotated to make it evenly heated, and his right hand kept heating the unknown leg.
Sprinkle the famous powder on the meat with gentle and patient movements.
That’s right, Zhong Wen is grilling meat again!
Using barbecue to soothe a girl's emotions has become his usual tactic, and he has always tried and failed.
"Hey, girl, do you want a bite?"
Seeing Illya walking out of the room, Zhong Wen waved the leg of lamb in his hand at her, with a bright smile on his face, "It's so delicious."
"No, I'm not in the mood!"
Seeing him smiling so happily, Illya felt inexplicably unhappy. She couldn't help frowning and complained loudly, "Can't you go somewhere else to eat? Why do you have to stay in front of my room?"
"That won't work."
Zhong Wen's head shook like a rattle, "I have to watch you."
"What are you looking at me for?" Ilia was stunned when she heard this.
"Didn't you just die, brother?"
Zhong Wen took a bite of the roasted leg of lamb and chewed it with gusto. After swallowing it, he said slowly, "I'm afraid that if you get carried away and commit suicide, the money in the house will become ownerless.
As the saying goes, everyone who sees you has a share, first come, first served, but you can't let others get ahead..."
"you……"
At first, Illya thought he was worried about her, but the more she heard, the more something was wrong. She felt that even before she was dead, she was worried about her inheritance. She immediately turned red with anger and replied without hesitation, "I'm afraid I'm going to let you
I am disappointed and have no plans to commit suicide!"
"What?"
Zhong Wen shouted in astonishment, "This is your best brother!"
"So what?" Illya glared at him fiercely and said.
"Reinhard is so kind to you. It can be said that he is the closest person to you in this world."
Zhong Wen looked serious and said plausibly, "Now that he is dead, you don't want to go down to accompany him at all. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
"you……"
Illya was speechless for a while, and then she finally managed to say, "Crazy!"
Immediately afterwards, she turned back to the house angrily, threw it with her backhand, closed the door with a bang, and closed herself again.
"Hey, the world is really hot and cold, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."
Zhong Wen sighed loudly, then put the roasted leg of lamb on the fire again and patiently turned it.
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