That day, screams from the windows of the Duke's Mansion were rumbling around three feet and never dispersed for a long time.
On that day, all the Maid Guards and the Black Knights were dispatched, and they were busy for forty precious manuscripts.
The initiator was looking at Yiwen Ian with an innocent face, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."
At this moment, the window in the room had been closed. Yiwen Ian looked at the manuscripts all over the ground and frowned: "No, this is the fault that I forgot to put away the manuscript..."
If he had put the original manuscript in the first place and he would have put it up immediately, there would have been no such thing as today. And to be honest, if he had seen a pile of original manuscripts on the bedside that seemed to have been forgotten (actually forgotten) for more than a week, he would have been able to take apart while there was no one around - because he had a reading habit.
"But even so..." Ye Wen Ian still felt anger rising, "You put the original manuscript all over the floor with the window open... Isn't this too careless?!"
"Sorry..." Adeshel immediately apologized again, "I didn't expect... my original bedroom was much bigger than it is now..."
"..." Yiwen Ian covered her forehead, so she blamed me?
In fact, as the son of the Duke of Nanling, Yiwen Ian is the smallest bedroom among the four members of the Silver Rose family. The Duke's Mansion is not unable to provide a spacious bedroom, but with Yiwen Ian's own habit of hanging silk, it is really a bit insane to the size of a super-large bedroom that is more than ten meters from the head of the bed to the desk...
However, since the incident has happened, it will be useless to be upset and regretful. After notifying Aofeta to search for the lost manuscripts in the city, Yiwen Ian, who came back, sighed and walked back to the room. Looking at Adeshill, who was still wearing glasses and kneeling on the ground, his tone was still a little unwilling: "But I actually sat on the ground and read it... Do you think you are Detective Gott Victoria? You... When you were in New Dragon Greeting City, did you read books like this?"
Although Ian knew that she had done something wrong, Edishil did not realize the real value of the manuscripts on the head of her bed that had been put on for more than a week. She was still sitting on the ground, tidying up the paper that was blown by the wind. When Ian asked her, she couldn't help but push the small gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose: "When I was studying, I liked to sit on the bed, spread the booklets on the quilt to read...that would make me feel at ease..."
"And, my eyes are not very good, and if I get too close, I won't see clearly."
"Doess far-sighted..." Yiwen Ian nodded subconsciously. Far-sightedness is not rare among the immortal species. Many races that are good at bowing, shooting or flying will have this natural disease. The Dragon Ge clan belongs to the latter.
But he suddenly realized: "That pair of glasses..."
Faced with Ivan Ian's hesitation, Edishil nodded first: "That's right, it was one of the two pairs you gave to your father five years ago."
"Yewen Ian nodded. The little princess of the Long Ge clan's eyes were a little uncomfortable. This was not a secret in Nanling. Back then, he sent envoys to negotiate with the old royal family of Nanling. In order to meet his preferences, he presented two handmade correction glasses to Ulysses, one for him, and the other for his little daughter, the Princess Adeshill in front of him.
But Yiwen Ian didn't expect that she actually brought the glasses back to Nanling, and it can be seen that the owner of the glasses also maintained it well, as if it was brand new.
"The glasses have just slightly corrected your vision. Since you have arrived in Nanling, you should take the time to get a more suitable one next time." Yiwen Ian explained lightly.
"Yes." Adesh also nodded gently, then lowered his head and continued to sort out the scattered manuscripts.
Aofeta went out with the maid guard, but he couldn't come back in a short time. Seeing Adeshire leaning over and busy, Yiwen Ian was not very embarrassed to be idle by himself, so he squatted down and sorted out the manuscript together. However, he picked up a piece of manuscript paper and looked at it, and suddenly realized a problem.
"...This time... I can't even figure out a few pictures I lost in total." He muttered subconsciously.
Each volume of original manuscript was simply clamped with a book clip. I've never counted the exact number of volumes in each volume in the past nine years. However, it's okay for the first twenty volumes. Although he hasn't counted them, he has read them all a few times. According to the context of the previous and next pages, he can still estimate the missing pages based on his impression.
However, the last ten volumes are troublesome...
No one can understand what the ten volumes of manuscripts have written, and the order has not been arranged. What order was the sorted order of the Crow's Golden Lock back then? Now, it is the order. Once there are any missing pages in the middle... I can't understand it, but I can't understand it. I don't know how many pictures I lost when the gods come.
And the reason why Yiwen Ian thought of this was because what he was holding was a page of "The Book of Heaven".
"There will always be a solution through the comparison between the previous and subsequent texts." Adeshel did not understand the lines implicit in Yiwen Ian's complaint. She raised her head and the beautiful golden dragon eyes reflected a beautiful luster in the sunlight.
She reached out and stroked her hair, and stroked her long hair above her ears, revealing her small, rosy and slightly sharp ears.
"If you can't understand..." Yiwen Ian picked up one manuscript after another and replied subconsciously.
Because he was a little discouraged, every time he picked up one, he just swept it and folded it together, and his answers were very careless.
But when he was packing up the manuscript, although he was careless, he had a strange feeling, but it gradually piled up in his heart until he casually said the words "I can't understand"...
He was suddenly stunned.
wrong……
It's very wrong there...
Yiwen Ian always felt that there was a very important point that he ignored.
He swallowed the words that had already rolled under his tongue, and stared blankly at the manuscript in his arms and was stunned for a moment.
"!"
Looking at the words like the heavenly book, Yiwen Ian suddenly felt enlightened, and he quickly looked through the manuscript he had picked up in his hand.
He turned the manuscript in his hand into a "smack" way, and in the end he couldn't help but stand up suddenly.
Looking at the scattered paper on the ground and there was not much left, Yiwen Ian took a sudden breath—
"Adeshel..." Yiwen Ian was like the prince who saw the sleeping beauty. He asked Adeshel in a gentle tone, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone's dreams and illusions. "Can you ask you, the original manuscripts have been sorted in order and bound with a bookcase. Why do you want to disassemble them again and make them all over the floor?"
Princess Long, who was tidying up with her head down, was neatly packing the original manuscripts at hand into ten piles. At this time, when she heard Yiwen Ian's words, she couldn't help but raise her head-
"Sorting the order? Isn't that only the first 20 volumes? The order of the last ten volumes is messy, and some even the pages between the volumes are wrong...so I want to disassemble them all..."
Yiwen Ian relaxed the breath in his chest heavily, and carefully placed the manuscript in his hand on the ground.
Then he rushed over and hugged her up amid the girl's screams.
"Adesh!" Yiwen Ian kissed the girl's blushing face hard, "You are my angel!"
Adesh subconsciously waved his hand: "Pan!"
Has anyone calculated how many times Ian has slapped in the face?
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"Um...um...um..." Adeshil lowered his head and looked at the manuscript handed to her by Aofeta, "A lot of pages are here."
When she looked up at the maid, the flush on her cheeks still had not faded.
"Hahahaha..." Yiwen Ian still had a slap mark on his face, but he couldn't help but smile as he looked at the manuscripts that had been sorted out around her, "At that time, I will be able to achieve great success in my magic skills, and it will be the time for you to die!"
Adeshil and Aofeta bite their ears.
"What's wrong with Mr. Ian?"
"Don't worry about him, there are days every month." Aofeta's expression was very calm.
"Oh!" Adeshel suddenly looked, "It turns out that men will have that kind of life!"
"Ahem!" Yiwen Ian came to his senses, coughed twice, and looked at Adeshill who looked at him with a strange face.
‘Miss Adeshill.” Yiwen Ian looked very serious. Perhaps he had never seen Adeshill with such a serious look before.
"Huh?" Adeshel was a little absent-minded. She was a little hungry. She saw Aofeta turning around to make herbal tea. The rich tea fragrance made her feel a little excited.
"I have something to ask for," said Yiwen Ian.
"Hmm..." Adeshel's eyes secretly looked at Aofeta behind Yiwen Ian. Aofeta's tea making skills are very good. Last time, I added mint and platycodon to herbal tea. What special seasoning will be added this time?
Yiwen Ian lowered his head: "...this is about the entire Nanling... Whether it is the immortal species or the short-lived species... and even the empire... they may move towards two completely opposite futures because of your answer..."
"Um..." Adeshil showed a happy expression. She sniffed it gently. It was the fragrance of silver roses. Is it the seasonal flower tea? The silver roses that can only bloom in White Rose City have never been drunk. I am so looking forward to it, the beautiful fragrance.
Adeshill's entire soul was caught by the smell of herbal tea, and Yiwen Ian's words just entered her head intermittently.
But even so, it was enough for her to understand Yiwen Ian's meaning.
"No need to say more about polite words, Lord Yiwen Ian." He forced the soul back from the rich aroma of herbal tea. Adeshill looked at Yiwen Ian with a calm expression on his face, "Please tell your request directly."
Yiwen Ian looked at Adeshel's calm and calm girl who was not moved by her lobbying at all. He suddenly realized that the saliva that had just now seemed meaningless to this girl who had grown up by the emperor since childhood.
Unlike Miss Paladin, Edhiel has her own beliefs and rationality. No matter how scattered Yiwen Ian says, it will not affect her true judgment. As a descendant of the Nanling royal family, Edhiel lives for the Nanling and the people of Nanling. At this moment, the petite girl sitting in front of Yiwen Ian was telling Yiwen Ian with such eyes, such momentum, and such attitude.
That is the soul of the Nanling royal family, that is the extension of the bloodline of Long Ge, that is the extension of the Nanling land, that is the incarnation of the Dragon Ge Dynasty, called Adeshill, but actually the last queen of the Nanling royal family...
The dark golden hair and the golden vertical pupils were now incarnated, sitting upright behind the small round table separated by a table, looking at Yiwen Ian upright. Any sweet words or false words will turn into powder in front of this person.
So there is no need to say much, just tell you your true intentions...
The descendants of Silver Rose...
A trace of cold sweat slid down Yiwen Ian's forehead. He suddenly realized that in terms of momentum, he was actually suppressed by the Princess Long Ge whom he had always despised.
Is this...Is this Long Ge... The only true emperor in Nanling for thousands of years, the momentum of the Dragon God's contractor...
"..." The words that were ready rolled twice in Yiwen Ian's throat, and were completely overturned by him.
"Be my assistant, Adeshill." Yiwen Ian returned to his calmness and looked at Adeshill quietly.
Something hidden in those plain black pupils finally removed its disguise and revealed something sharp and cold—