My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 207: Weddings

PS: Thank you for the "Junior Trip in White" reward.

PS1: Thank you for the "Junior Trip in White.”

PS2: Egg ache, it's been a long time since I've had that high speed. This number hurts my hand. The keyboard is too big. It hurts so much to stick my finger out...

PS3: Today's two have been updated, and the next one is for the wise...

PS4: By the way, the recommendation has reached 29,000, 29,000 plus more on Wednesdays and Wednesdays, the man said to do it, so keep asking!

On August 8, the wedding of Sage and King Arthur suddenly plunged Camelot into a carnival.

But the sensible spectator, the clear ones, saw very clearly the excellence of a young man named Kerall, who, after designing the savages and completely annihilating these greedy plunderers, who gave all heads of State a headache, took full advantage of this victory to complete a grass-cutting eradication that gave the country a perfect stability, counting the prestige of five or six wars before and after.

At this time, the chemical reactions of the two people who announced the union as if they were in contact with chemicals brought tremendous progress and excitement to the country. The fanatical atmosphere of cannabis smoking by everyone may only last two or three months, but the spirit that unites the hearts and minds of all will remain in their hearts forever. That is the pride of a strong nation country, and this is what is missing in modern China!

Such things must depend on war, great victory, glory and tangible interests in order for the people to feel this mood spontaneously, because victory does not mean that they have the courage to go out fishing, because victory means that they do not have to fear that their land will be robbed of wheat during the fall harvest, because victory means that the knights have been awarded medals and manor estates, because the victorious country has attained stability.

Everyone is happy, everyone is benefited, and that is the perfect battle.

A chariot that binds everyone to a chariot is truly invincible enough to crush everything!

Now everyone is tied to this chariot, and perhaps the world is on fire, filled with snow and white silver, situated on the territory of now Norway, Sweden, Finland, fighting the ancient country of Uruk Gold, which has been handed down for at least 1,200 years.

Romania was busy exterminating the largest colonial insurgency, and Macedonia was busy watching the expansion of the field against Egyptian soldiers.

But a number of knowledgeable kings have gazed at this small, worthless country for the continent.

Camelot.

It's a perfect combination.

The wisdom of the wise, the King's force, like the union of strength and beauty, is a recognized official match, but in any case, when they combine, it is almost foreseeable that a great kingdom will be born, when they intimately and perfectly cooperate, when they jointly lead a nation forward...

The power of the explosion is immensely powerful!

The world's side.

Wang Cheng, August 8.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-dong...” The harp crisp sounded in everyone's ears, two horses carrying this pair of newcomers who had the most influence on Camelot gently walked, while the sound of the harp came from Kerall's hand.

Keiral gently pulled the strings, and as the people slowly knelt down, he opened his mouth and sang.

No serious songs, no national anthems, military songs, just open your mouth, a famous captain poet from the next generation: James Blunt's song "You are beautiful".

“My-life-is-brilliant. (My life is brilliant. ”

“My-life-is-brilliant. (My life is brilliant. ”

“My-love-is-pure. (My love is so innocent. ”

“I-saw-an-angel. ('Cause I've seen angels. ”

A gentle song, like a dream, brought them back ten years ago, a very young, young year, when the young man asked the young girl standing in front of him, "Are you my knight? ”

When the girl answered, "Yes."

This stumbles through a decade of silent glory between the two of them.

With a beautiful legend, she became king.

But even so, you, you're still so beautiful, you're so beautiful, that's absolutely true.

I met you once, and I was overwhelmed, and the feeling of first love still exists today, and I was overwhelmed, and my gaze was occupied by you, and we were stuck walking together for the rest of our lives, and even in our old future, we would still remember this time of first love forever.

You're so beautiful, you're still so beautiful, which is absolutely true, and I see angels, so we spend the rest of our lives together.

Artoria, my king, I will walk with you for the rest of my life, you are the angel of my life...

Keiral sang softly, it was no longer King's wedding, just two happy young people who fell in love.

They look at each other and see a smile on their faces, like a candy smile, like honey, they don't say sweet words, they don't flirt, they don't relax, but they can use their minds to communicate, their eyebrows to get true love from each other.

You're so beautiful, I'm willing to lock you up forever, and I'm willing to give you everything.

It's all true because you're so beautiful.

Keiral smiled, not knowing when the corners of his eyes appeared, slowly spreading from the closed corners of his eyes.

Altoria just looked at him happily and didn't speak, his love she understood, her love, he always understood.

Because it's too smart, I'm embarrassed to point it out or even say it.

By the time this poem was sung in front of this entire Camelot kingdom, Camelot Metropolitan City, his love had overflowed her heart and her heart was almost bursting.

She's happy now.

'Cause I'm too happy to even talk.

That's how they slowly rode the handsome manners to the upper steps of the Imperial Palace.

Here, four Dukes, eighteen Columnists, forty-four Marquises, seventy Earls, Sir Left and Right, etc. push down a total of 300 people, including the Knights of the Round Table, standing neatly on both sides in line with the high and low ranks of the Throne, just looking at the two newcomers in front of them, without anything, just silently blessing them to the throne.

“We have concluded this solemn wedding in the presence of the entire nation, vowing once again that we will never abandon, never betray.” Theoretically, the Catholic Kerall has not even heard of his name, and theoretically even the Grand Duke of Andrei is not qualified to host the wedding after King Joseph's death.

So they can only do it with the most retro self-coronation ceremonies.

Then Keiral kneels down to Artoria, which is a formality, a necessity, to ascertain who is in charge of this country's bloodline, and the other is that Keiral is officially the prince, and everyone will call him His Highness when they see him.

“Then again announce His Majesty's first order after the wedding.” Kerall took a roll of parchment paper out of his sleeve with a warm, jade smile on his face...