Chapter 1850
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"Hello, father, two uncles."
Lancelot bowed down to salute, with a breath of unspeakable luxury.
With his noble lineage, excellent cultivation, plus his talent, intelligence and outstanding appearance, I don't know how many people think highly of this son of God.
It is because everyone's expectations are too high, once the son of a son has an accident, the whole imperial city will be in disorder.
Knowing that they had something to say between their father and son, and that they were inconvenient to disturb, Jane left with Gu Hanzhou.
Before they go out, they are stopped by Harley.
"Wait a minute. I'll talk to my son and you'll take them back."
"Harley, he's a son of a generation. What's it like to run to my house every day?"
"How can it be out of order? The son of the world and the future Princess should get along more and cultivate their feelings?"
"You don't even ask the child if he wants to?"
"Yes, certainly. Would you like to go to your daughter-in-law?"
He looked at Lancelot.
The son of the world hears speech, the corner of the mouth picks up a light smile, fleeting.
My father is right. Would you like to go to your daughter-in-law?
He nodded at once.
Harley raised his eyebrow and said, "look, my son will. What else do you want to say?"
Jian Wen Yan, gently shaking his head, but turned around.
Leaving the study, they walked in the garden, waiting for Lancelot.
"It seems that in the near future, I will be able to drink the wedding wine of your two families."
"Alice didn't want to, and I didn't want to force her. I don't think Lancelot's heart is in my daughter's body, but every time I go to my house, he is very diligent. It's strange that the black people won't leave until the next day
"It shows that the son of a generation is still affectionate, just because of his character. He may not be explicit enough."
"Perhaps. When are you going to go back?"
"I don't want to go back for the time being. The wind and cloud here will change. I'm worried about you. I once heard a saying that when I was born to pay my debts, it was time for me to pay back the debts I had
He slapped Jane on the shoulder with a smile, and soon Lancelot came and the party returned to Kettering.
Alice frowned at him, full of displeasure.
"Help yourself."
Jane said.
After waiting for someone to leave, Alice said unhappily, "Why are you here again?"
"It's hard to disobey your destiny."
"You know I don't like you. Why don't you tell your father? Come here in two or three days. You like hot face and cold butt! "
"I don't like younger brother than me. You should die."
"But I'm all here."
"I don't care. I'm going out to play. Whatever you like, it's none of my business."
Alice said impolitely and turned away.
Lancelot licked his lip, and his subconscious larynx rolled.
Your destiny is hard to disobey!
"Where is your young master?"
"The young master is in the bedroom and hasn't got up yet."
"He's too lazy. I'll call him."
The smile of the corner of the mouth, suddenly deeper.
He knocked on the door. Milo was in the room. He felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of a little wind blowing last night.
When he heard the knock on the door, he thought it was the servant who brought him hot water, so he didn't care.
"Come in."
The sound of footsteps was heard.
He had a headache, closed his eyes, and his nose didn't hurt.
"Leave the cup here and tell mother I don't have much appetite and don't ask me to get up for dinner at night."
"Sick?"
All of a sudden, a man sat down beside the bed, and his big hand, which was as cold as jade, fell down gently and put it on his forehead, which scared him.
He immediately opened his eyes and saw Lancelot in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
"You Why are you here? "
"Why can't I be here?" He asked.
Milo understood in an instant that he was looking for Alice.
He squinted, some embarrassed: "go out."
"You are sick and need to be cared for. How about hot water?" He knocked him on the head. He was obviously smaller than Milo, but he was mature and steady. He didn't look like a 19-year-old boy at all.
"Stick out your tongue to see if it's serious."
"You are not a doctor. What do you think of my tongue?"
"Let you stretch it out, good boy, or I'll call the doctor over and probably give you an injection in your ass
"You..."
Milo grew up afraid of injections.
He had no choice but to spit out his tongue, and the coating of his tongue turned white.
He thought Lancelot would see something, but he didn't want him to suddenly come close, and the tip of his nose was almost on his nose.He recoiled instinctively with fright, but Lancelot's big hand suddenly clasped on the back of his head.
Too close
It's so close
Close, the kiss will fall at any time.
His pupils contracted in an instant, and the clear blue inside suddenly overturned and muddled together.
The heart, also hanging in the throat, as if the next second will jump out of the same.
"What? Do you think I'm doing wrong to you? "
Lancelot burst out laughing, a little frivolous.
Milo's face flushed instantly.
"You You laugh at me
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the door.
Milo was so scared that she immediately got into the bed and only showed her head.
Jane opened the door and said, "Lancelot, are you here? Alice is out again? "
"Well, I'm here waiting for her to come back. Otherwise, if I go back to the palace now, I won't be able to communicate with my father. With his temper, he might even reprimand me."
"It's just that Milo is ill. I'll see him."
"Well, he doesn't like to see a doctor. You are his brother. His mother can't do anything about him."
"I'll take care of my brother."
Jane nodded and saw nothing wrong. He looked at his son carefully.
The cheek is so red, it seems that he is very ill.
After the man left, Lancelot laughed and said, "what a coward."
"Are you bold?"
"Of course, I dare to let them know, dare you?" He said meaningfully, a pair of blue eyes staring at him, which is like the dark tide turbulent sea in general.
Milo's words stopped in an instant, but he couldn't find the words for a long time. The house Into endless silence.
Suddenly, he broke the stalemate atmosphere and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to cook you some seafood porridge. I just heard you cough a few times. My throat should be dry. It's hard to eat some porridge to digest and moisten your throat."
"I'll make another cup of potion later, and I'll probably have a good sleep."
He got up and left.
Milo looked at his back and thought for a moment.
He knew that their feelings were not recognized by the world, but he could not restrain his own emotions.
If he goes on like this, he is sorry for his sister, his parents, uncle Harley, and all the subjects of state y.
He raised his forehead, feeling the feelings of what, the most troublesome!
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"Hello, father, two uncles."
Lancelot bowed down to salute, with a breath of unspeakable luxury.
With his noble lineage, excellent cultivation, plus his talent, intelligence and outstanding appearance, I don't know how many people think highly of this son of God.
It is because everyone's expectations are too high, once the son of a son has an accident, the whole imperial city will be in disorder.
Knowing that they had something to say between their father and son, and that they were inconvenient to disturb, Jane left with Gu Hanzhou.
Before they go out, they are stopped by Harley.
"Wait a minute. I'll talk to my son and you'll take them back."
"Harley, he's a son of a generation. What's it like to run to my house every day?"
"How can it be out of order? The son of the world and the future Princess should get along more and cultivate their feelings?"
"You don't even ask the child if he wants to?"
"Yes, certainly. Would you like to go to your daughter-in-law?"
He looked at Lancelot.
The son of the world hears speech, the corner of the mouth picks up a light smile, fleeting.
My father is right. Would you like to go to your daughter-in-law?
He nodded at once.
Harley raised his eyebrow and said, "look, my son will. What else do you want to say?"
Jian Wen Yan, gently shaking his head, but turned around.
Leaving the study, they walked in the garden, waiting for Lancelot.
"It seems that in the near future, I will be able to drink the wedding wine of your two families."
"Alice didn't want to, and I didn't want to force her. I don't think Lancelot's heart is in my daughter's body, but every time I go to my house, he is very diligent. It's strange that the black people won't leave until the next day
"It shows that the son of a generation is still affectionate, just because of his character. He may not be explicit enough."
"Perhaps. When are you going to go back?"
"I don't want to go back for the time being. The wind and cloud here will change. I'm worried about you. I once heard a saying that when I was born to pay my debts, it was time for me to pay back the debts I had
He slapped Jane on the shoulder with a smile, and soon Lancelot came and the party returned to Kettering.
Alice frowned at him, full of displeasure.
"Help yourself."
Jane said.
After waiting for someone to leave, Alice said unhappily, "Why are you here again?"
"It's hard to disobey your destiny."
"You know I don't like you. Why don't you tell your father? Come here in two or three days. You like hot face and cold butt! "
"I don't like younger brother than me. You should die."
"But I'm all here."
"I don't care. I'm going out to play. Whatever you like, it's none of my business."
Alice said impolitely and turned away.
Lancelot licked his lip, and his subconscious larynx rolled.
Your destiny is hard to disobey!
"Where is your young master?"
"The young master is in the bedroom and hasn't got up yet."
"He's too lazy. I'll call him."
The smile of the corner of the mouth, suddenly deeper.
He knocked on the door. Milo was in the room. He felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of a little wind blowing last night.
When he heard the knock on the door, he thought it was the servant who brought him hot water, so he didn't care.
"Come in."
The sound of footsteps was heard.
He had a headache, closed his eyes, and his nose didn't hurt.
"Leave the cup here and tell mother I don't have much appetite and don't ask me to get up for dinner at night."
"Sick?"
All of a sudden, a man sat down beside the bed, and his big hand, which was as cold as jade, fell down gently and put it on his forehead, which scared him.
He immediately opened his eyes and saw Lancelot in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
"You Why are you here? "
"Why can't I be here?" He asked.
Milo understood in an instant that he was looking for Alice.
He squinted, some embarrassed: "go out."
"You are sick and need to be cared for. How about hot water?" He knocked him on the head. He was obviously smaller than Milo, but he was mature and steady. He didn't look like a 19-year-old boy at all.
"Stick out your tongue to see if it's serious."
"You are not a doctor. What do you think of my tongue?"
"Let you stretch it out, good boy, or I'll call the doctor over and probably give you an injection in your ass
"You..."
Milo grew up afraid of injections.
He had no choice but to spit out his tongue, and the coating of his tongue turned white.
He thought Lancelot would see something, but he didn't want him to suddenly come close, and the tip of his nose was almost on his nose.He recoiled instinctively with fright, but Lancelot's big hand suddenly clasped on the back of his head.
Too close
It's so close
Close, the kiss will fall at any time.
His pupils contracted in an instant, and the clear blue inside suddenly overturned and muddled together.
The heart, also hanging in the throat, as if the next second will jump out of the same.
"What? Do you think I'm doing wrong to you? "
Lancelot burst out laughing, a little frivolous.
Milo's face flushed instantly.
"You You laugh at me
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the door.
Milo was so scared that she immediately got into the bed and only showed her head.
Jane opened the door and said, "Lancelot, are you here? Alice is out again? "
"Well, I'm here waiting for her to come back. Otherwise, if I go back to the palace now, I won't be able to communicate with my father. With his temper, he might even reprimand me."
"It's just that Milo is ill. I'll see him."
"Well, he doesn't like to see a doctor. You are his brother. His mother can't do anything about him."
"I'll take care of my brother."
Jane nodded and saw nothing wrong. He looked at his son carefully.
The cheek is so red, it seems that he is very ill.
After the man left, Lancelot laughed and said, "what a coward."
"Are you bold?"
"Of course, I dare to let them know, dare you?" He said meaningfully, a pair of blue eyes staring at him, which is like the dark tide turbulent sea in general.
Milo's words stopped in an instant, but he couldn't find the words for a long time. The house Into endless silence.
Suddenly, he broke the stalemate atmosphere and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to cook you some seafood porridge. I just heard you cough a few times. My throat should be dry. It's hard to eat some porridge to digest and moisten your throat."
"I'll make another cup of potion later, and I'll probably have a good sleep."
He got up and left.
Milo looked at his back and thought for a moment.
He knew that their feelings were not recognized by the world, but he could not restrain his own emotions.
If he goes on like this, he is sorry for his sister, his parents, uncle Harley, and all the subjects of state y.
He raised his forehead, feeling the feelings of what, the most troublesome!
"Hello, father, two uncles." Lancelot bowed down to salute, with a breath of unspeakable luxury. With his noble lineage, excellent cultivation, plus his talent, intelligence and outstanding appearance, I don't know how many people think highly of this son of God. It is because everyone's expectations are too high, once the son of a son has an accident, the whole imperial city will be in disorder. Knowing that they had something to say between their father and son, and that they were inconvenient to disturb, Jane left with Gu Hanzhou. Before they go out, they are stopped by Harley. "Wait a minute. I'll talk to my son and you'll take them back." "Harley, he's a son of a generation. What's it like to run to my house every day?" "How can it be out of order? The son of the world and the future Princess should get along more and cultivate their feelings?" "You don't even ask the child if he wants to?" "Yes, certainly. Would you like to go to your daughter-in-law?" He looked at Lancelot. The son of the world hears speech, the corner of the mouth picks up a light smile, fleeting. My father is right. Would you like to go to your daughter-in-law? He nodded at once. Harley raised his eyebrow and said, "look, my son will. What else do you want to say?" Jian Wen Yan, gently shaking his head, but turned around. Leaving the study, they walked in the garden, waiting for Lancelot. "It seems that in the near future, I will be able to drink the wedding wine of your two families." "Alice didn't want to, and I didn't want to force her. I don't think Lancelot's heart is in my daughter's body, but every time I go to my house, he is very diligent. It's strange that the black people won't leave until the next day "It shows that the son of a generation is still affectionate, just because of his character. He may not be explicit enough." "Perhaps. When are you going to go back?" "I don't want to go back for the time being. The wind and cloud here will change. I'm worried about you. I once heard a saying that when I was born to pay my debts, it was time for me to pay back the debts I had He slapped Jane on the shoulder with a smile, and soon Lancelot came and the party returned to Kettering. Alice frowned at him, full of displeasure. "Help yourself." Jane said. After waiting for someone to leave, Alice said unhappily, "Why are you here again?" "It's hard to disobey your destiny." "You know I don't like you. Why don't you tell your father? Come here in two or three days. You like hot face and cold butt! " "I don't like younger brother than me. You should die." "But I'm all here." "I don't care. I'm going out to play. Whatever you like, it's none of my business." Alice said impolitely and turned away. Lancelot licked his lip, and his subconscious larynx rolled. Your destiny is hard to disobey! "Where is your young master?" "The young master is in the bedroom and hasn't got up yet." "He's too lazy. I'll call him." The smile of the corner of the mouth, suddenly deeper. He knocked on the door. Milo was in the room. He felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of a little wind blowing last night. When he heard the knock on the door, he thought it was the servant who brought him hot water, so he didn't care. "Come in." The sound of footsteps was heard. He had a headache, closed his eyes, and his nose didn't hurt. "Leave the cup here and tell mother I don't have much appetite and don't ask me to get up for dinner at night." "Sick?" All of a sudden, a man sat down beside the bed, and his big hand, which was as cold as jade, fell down gently and put it on his forehead, which scared him. He immediately opened his eyes and saw Lancelot in front of him as if he had seen a ghost. "You Why are you here? " "Why can't I be here?" He asked. Milo understood in an instant that he was looking for Alice. He squinted, some embarrassed: "go out." "You are sick and need to be cared for. How about hot water?" He knocked him on the head. He was obviously smaller than Milo, but he was mature and steady. He didn't look like a 19-year-old boy at all. "Stick out your tongue to see if it's serious." "You are not a doctor. What do you think of my tongue?" "Let you stretch it out, good boy, or I'll call the doctor over and probably give you an injection in your ass "You..." Milo grew up afraid of injections. He had no choice but to spit out his tongue, and the coating of his tongue turned white. He thought Lancelot would see something, but he didn't want him to suddenly come close, and the tip of his nose was almost on his nose.He recoiled instinctively with fright, but Lancelot's big hand suddenly clasped on the back of his head. Too close It's so close Close, the kiss will fall at any time. His pupils contracted in an instant, and the clear blue inside suddenly overturned and muddled together. The heart, also hanging in the throat, as if the next second will jump out of the same. "What? Do you think I'm doing wrong to you? " Lancelot burst out laughing, a little frivolous. Milo's face flushed instantly. "You You laugh at me Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the door. Milo was so scared that she immediately got into the bed and only showed her head. Jane opened the door and said, "Lancelot, are you here? Alice is out again? " "Well, I'm here waiting for her to come back. Otherwise, if I go back to the palace now, I won't be able to communicate with my father. With his temper, he might even reprimand me." "It's just that Milo is ill. I'll see him." "Well, he doesn't like to see a doctor. You are his brother. His mother can't do anything about him." "I'll take care of my brother." Jane nodded and saw nothing wrong. He looked at his son carefully. The cheek is so red, it seems that he is very ill. After the man left, Lancelot laughed and said, "what a coward." "Are you bold?" "Of course, I dare to let them know, dare you?" He said meaningfully, a pair of blue eyes staring at him, which is like the dark tide turbulent sea in general. Milo's words stopped in an instant, but he couldn't find the words for a long time. The house Into endless silence. Suddenly, he broke the stalemate atmosphere and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to cook you some seafood porridge. I just heard you cough a few times. My throat should be dry. It's hard to eat some porridge to digest and moisten your throat." "I'll make another cup of potion later, and I'll probably have a good sleep." He got up and left. Milo looked at his back and thought for a moment. He knew that their feelings were not recognized by the world, but he could not restrain his own emotions. If he goes on like this, he is sorry for his sister, his parents, uncle Harley, and all the subjects of state y. He raised his forehead, feeling the feelings of what, the most troublesome!
