All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Stayed in Baide for nearly half a year. I thought I would feel uncomfortable when I returned to Saint Enluth, but I didn't feel it at all.

Whether it's the blue and white promenade or the leaping fish, even the messy and very individual room is the same as before I left. Even drafts of my calculations can be found in the paper piled on the desk.

Time seemed to have stopped just moments before I left.

"Since you left, your room has been cleaned by your mother herself. She will even take out the quilt on the bed every day."

Rugang's female voice has a low male voice. The girl in a simple knight uniform was **** high with slightly curly blond hair, and her thick hair tails hung down like horsehair, slightly gathered on both sides of her cheeks.

Although half a year has passed, my sister is still the same as before. Don't laugh and don't wear skirts. According to the truth, the great emperor of Saint Enlus has reached the age of marriage, but there is never a man to propose marriage.

……Even if they come, they are also some men who are fancy, weak and prettier than girls.

I just went there on a whim. But the indelible psychological shadow left in the heart. Lilia, who also came to join in the fun, had a bad face and even shouted angrily, "It's too much!! This is not a man or a sissy!!!"

Ah goddess on top. Unexpectedly, my third sister Mary Su still has a normal aesthetic. Thank goodness.

A trace of comfort flashed through the desolate heart. To be honest, Arnold also looks good. But it never makes people feel feminine.

On the contrary, it will feel very reliable.

However, vomiting and voicing dislike is disgusting. Now pay attention to personality freedom, not to mention that the other party is also the royal relatives and nobles of other countries. The elder sister also condemned Lilia for a while and sincerely sent the person away.

after all. There is a better and more sincere man.

"Father and Queen Mother are preparing to welcome you back every day. But in order not to disturb you, they didn't take the initiative to contact you."

My sister said so. The hard voice rarely brought a little helplessness, "Talk to them more when you have time-at this time you think Lilia is useful, at least you can accompany them."

...Old sister. The meaning of dislike in your words is a bit heavy.

Although in her eyes. Lilia is the deteriorating version of the formerly ignorant me.

"The three of us are loved by our parents. Unbiased." I lowered my eyes slightly and looked at the untouched desk. "But if we stay in Saint Enluth, we will never move forward. It is necessary to leave home. ."

"Yes."

"... But. Then again." I looked at my sister, and asked in expectant tone, "Where is Lilia? Did she miss me when I was away?"

"No. Not at all." My sister replied with a stern face, "It should be said that since you left, she has been as happy as living in heaven every day. Only occasionally she sighed twice."

I was stunned, "What's wrong. I'm getting older. Do you have a boy you like."

Do not know why. My sister looked at me a little strange.

"I saw her alone in the garden." My sister paused. Then he frowned and said, "While grabbing the rose petals while talking to himself. ‘Arnold is back’, ‘Arnold is not coming back’."

"..."

I didn't say much. He just raised his head and sighed.

No wonder even Arnold would say "If she were not the royal family of Saint Enluth, I would have thrown her out". So many years have passed. Third sister, your infatuation is unabated.

It seems that training is still needed.

A wicked smile rose from the corner of my mouth. In this perverted world, only Lilia, who is harmless and alive, still has a bit of temperature. Although a little bit bullied, I really like to tease her.

Before you know it. I also think of her as my own sister.

Fragile and warm memories flooded into my mind without knowing it. And just when I couldn't help but want to be immersed in it. The sound of falling heavy objects suddenly drew my attention back.

Reflexively, I immediately looked at the desktop. I saw a pile of white calculation paper and design drawings. There was a stack of gilded and bordered letter paper with very different painting styles.

This stack was obviously just put on. And the weight is not light. I can see the golden dust that rises up and flashes in the sun.

"This is a letter from Wang during your visit to Baide."

... I slightly opened my godless eyes, looking at the pile of letters blankly and empty. And the elder sister's cold voice is like an executioner without emotion, "Old rules. I have written my letter back in the past three days."

...

The sunshine in autumn is not as strong as in summer. If it were in Baide, it might be as yellow as fallen leaves.

But in the summer of Saint Enluth on the coast, I always go so late in the summer. The bright sunlight is still dazzling, and from the high platform of the blue and white castle located by the sea, the obvious intersection of the sky and the sea can still be seen.

That is a scene I am very familiar with. I don’t know if you still remember you at Yinglan?

"..."

The last neat stroke on the ink-dipped glass brush. I firmly inserted the pen into the ink tank. Then took a deep breath.

The breath of the sea is permeated in the slightly humid air. It also smells of flowers.

After all, this period is the blooming period of white roses. Almost the entire coast was covered with petals. The scattered petals were washed on the beach by the waves, half hidden in the sand.

The chirping of seagulls and the flapping of waves are combined. In the laughter of young men and women, everything seemed so bright, whether it was the sea, the sky, or the flower field.

Isn't it beautiful to think about it?

Isn't it suitable to do things if you think about it?

I once again took up the letter paper that had spent my entire life, and carefully dried the ink. Then fold it up with a pious heart. Put some white rose petals together in the envelope.

Then after everything is done. Lie back abruptly.

Just like a dead fish nestled in a chair, motionless.

My room has huge floor-to-ceiling composite glass windows all over. This "glass" made of the combination of ordinary glass and magic core can be perfectly adjusted with the light, and the light in the room will always be controlled at the perfect brightness.

And under this almost built-in filter glass window. The royal garden below is still so beautiful.

Because the time has come. The garden of the castle is also full of white roses. From the pure white and green, one can still see the unscrupulous **** shuttled among the flowers——

I sat up abruptly. He stretched his upper body on the table. Looking at the figure below, holding his breath.

It turned out that it was not Adam. Just a gardener.

He sighed. I fell back in the chair. The chair with the magic guide caught me very well and stabilized my balance. No one fell with a chair and turned on their backs.

And smoothly, I picked up two tickets from the table.

Blue text on white. The carefully designed tickets even exude a touch of floral fragrance. At the ticket gate on the right, the white rose print is still pressed, and the beautiful swashes read "St. Enluth White Rose Garden" below.

Tickets during peak seasons are not easy to buy at all. Although there were no scalpers, the most recent tickets were emptied. The two in my hand were printed by the person in charge of the flower garden thanks to the blessing of the "princess".

That's right. Being powerful is really being able to do whatever you want.

However, it was only two years later that my sister knew about it. Regarding this kind of private use of "royal power", my sister naturally found me without saying a word. Asked me the reason with a serious expression.

After spending two seconds cursing for a certain moment and selling my second and fifth son. I chose to confess.

"...Gadrich."

The sister frowned. He said to me disapprovingly, "Did you care too much about that knight."

"I have always cared about him. After all, for me. He is already a friend who has almost become a relative."

In the first half of the sentence, my sister's face was very dark. Although it was still dark in the second half of the sentence, at least it was better than before.

I smiled soothingly at her, "Don't worry, I don't have **** with Arnold."

My sister's face finally eased, but she still choked on me, "How can there be pure friendship between men and women."

"...Of course there is." I grinned, ignoring my sight, "For example, you and Yinglan's Yuri knight-ahem!"

My sister who wears a full-length suit can't breathe. With a blushing face, he punched me in the stomach.

If it weren't for the clothes Arthur gave me, it would have a certain defensive ability. Now I guess I'm paralyzed on the bed and can't move.

My sister let me go after I got my promise. But it is required that I must be Arthur as the master, and I have to reply his letter before I can go out with Arnold.

And in order to take advantage of the blooming season of white roses. I forcibly shut myself in the room for three days.

Of course, my room comes with its own bathroom. And all the meals in these three days were brought up by the maid. When I first saw the maid with a decent smile, I was stunned. After all, I always feel that Arnold should do this kind of thing.

But thinking about it is ridiculous. They are knights and not servants.

During these three days, I forced myself to work hard to write letters. When you are tired, touch the two design drawings to change your mood. It's just like doing mathematics when tired after doing Chinese.

After all, I still owe Ahirain a magic device.

The time between the two of us is always so short. And in this short period of time, Ahirain also gently said that as long as I did it, he would cherish everything.

"As for the magical device...no use. For personal reasons, I am not suitable to use ordinary magical devices."

The platinum-haired boy thought for a moment. Then he looked at me and said softly to me, "Ordinary accessories will do."

"As long as you do it. I will cherish it."

For an instant. I want to cry.

On the one hand, it was moved. On the other hand, it is because--

I'm just a tech girl who is a magical device. I'm not good at things like accessories that require "beauty" at all! !

……but.

Everyone said so. I can't refuse.

"Hey……"

I looked at the vast sky outside the window. He sighed long.

Then he squeezed the ticket in his hand.

The future is very long. There is still a lot of time.

Things to do. Come one by one!

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You really deserve to be a woman who uses life synchronization strategy, Jiamei, are you really going to die from overwork? (cough)

Those who think that the second and third generations will attack the first generation of characters, don't think about it... the second generation is except for those few thousand years old monsters. The old and the dead. After all, the time interval is long.

But the second generation can attack the first generation of Mei Lin (cough cough), he is not Jiamei's harem, please rest assured.

The third sister Marie Su never thought of being a "bad guy" from the very beginning when she first set up her character. She just got a bit of a second.

Don’t be prejudiced against her because of her “charming” length. 233

This text is much more beautiful than Jiamei. Blind date, Fiona, the two in a tragic love triangle.

But everyone is still very good 233