Chapter 157

It has been half a month since Alex's return to China, and there are many news about the royal family from Mihu. It seems that the king's time is short. The royal family has withered these years, and the only direct grandson is Alex.

But Alex was not a member of the royal family. He took his mother's surname, and his father, the prince, withdrew from the royal family with the divorced princess, thus losing the right of inheritance. Over the years, Alex never wanted to go back and take back the inheritance. Apart from the lineal line, the other heirs are the descendants of the king's brothers and sisters. Their qualifications are the same. The king has only one woman in his life, but the other princes have even been married five or six times. Therefore, it can be imagined how many cousins Alex has in his generation.

In Mihu, perhaps the royal privilege is not so obvious. Although it is a monarchy system, the real decision-making power is determined by the cabinet composed of ministers. The real interest of the royal family is oil. Oil holdings.

This is a country rich in oil and beautiful scenery. Oil is the only source of economy and a real treasure that can turn stone into gold. The benefits are immeasurable, and the king is entitled to 20% of the dividend.

The fight for power is on the verge, but Alex doesn't care. He just wants to fulfill his responsibility as a grandson, and then, after the dust settles, he leaves here completely. With his identity and blood, the new king may not be able to accommodate him.

Although it's a bit of a pity, in fact, Alex doesn't have much affection for Mihu. He spent most of his childhood in Hong Kong and China, sometimes in Greece or other European countries, but his hometown, Mihu, seldom comes back.

The king's situation is getting worse and worse, and the doctors have made a final assertion: maybe it's just the three days.

He's old, and this attack completely knocked him out.

Miyu palace.

The color of the whole palace is scarlet and bright yellow, the ultimate publicity and exaggeration, but also has a strange dignity and solemnity.

In front of him, Alex's uniform is too dignified and dignified, because his collar is too big and yellow.

Outside the ward, there are many people waiting. They are all Alex's cousins or sisters, but their blood is more pure. They are all of a high nose, deep eyes and dark skin. In contrast, Alex, who is only a quarter of the Mohu blood, is like an alien.

He went to the front of the ward. The Minister of etiquette who was in front of him saluted him respectfully and said, "the king is waiting for his royal highness." Of course, it's Spanish.

The official language here is Spanish.

Alex nodded, ignoring the strange eyes behind him, jealousy or entanglement or resentment. He is never influenced by other people's attitude, so Alex is calm, even calm, and he doesn't have much sadness in his heart. When he was very young, he lived abroad with his grandmother and his parents. In fact, he did not have a deep attachment to the king's grandfather.

When the door opened, the room was filled with the smell of potion. The old king was lying on the bed in full clothes. Beside the helpless doctors, the respirator snorted. The blue lines fluctuated in the black screen.

Alex walks up to the bed, arms across his chest and knees.

"Let him stand up." The king motioned to the ceremonial officer nearby to take away the respirator and said in a low voice.

Alex has heard that. Before the call, he has moved forward.

The old man's face on the bed is almost strange. His illness makes him old too much, and his wrinkles squeeze the corners of his eyes. However, he can still see his appearance when he was young from his facial features destroyed by time. Alex has seen the photos of his grandparents' wedding, the legend of Cinderella and the prince. In the photos, the prince is handsome and charming, and Cinderella is extremely beautiful, just like a human being.

"Really, really." The king fixed his eyes on Alex's face and kept repeating the word.

Alex knows what he means. He looks like his grandmother. He has different facial features on May Day. When he was very young, his grandmother liked to wear skirts for him. She always jokingly exclaimed, "Alex is actually a girl. Look, she's a beauty like Grandma."

However, those memories are also very vague, because grandma passed away very early, after that, his parents died. During that time, Alex lost a lot of memories. Every time he tried to recall, he could only recall a blank.

"Your grandmother She is the most beautiful woman in the world. "Well," he said Mofanya was sincere and open-minded, waiting for Suri's sermon.

"First, stop thinking about work, just enjoy the holidays. Second: don't run away, try to accept what you're about to meet. Third... " Su Rui has stopped. In fact, she hasn't figured out what the third one is.

When talking, she always lists one, two, three, and as a result, she gets stuck.

The next thing is for her to go to the honeymoon, and now it's for him to go to the honeymoonSuri curled her lips. She took two steps forward, took his arm and changed her voice: "third, don't pick wild flowers on the roadside."

Only in such a remote place can real beauties be hidden.

Mofanya didn't expect her to say this. First he was stunned and then laughed. His hand around her shoulder drew Suri closer. He lowered his head and touched her with the tip of his nose. "So do you."

Suri chuckled and leaned obediently against him.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are such a good match.

Because there are buildings of Ming and Qing Dynasties left here, there are tourists, so they are lucky to find a family hotel. They don't need to sleep on the beach. After choosing a room, Suri takes Mo Fanya around. There is no market, no loud sound, only the high and low path paved by stone road. The terrain of the whole village fluctuates. The road is very narrow, but the layout is exquisite. You will often turn into another ancient house when you think it is a dead end.

From time to time, there will be the surprise of a village with no way to go and no way to go.

It's like walking through history.

At the back of the village, there are endless fields. There are mountains in the distance. There is a small bridge running water nearby. There are a group of hens drinking water by the river. The dogs rush to scare away a group of them. One of them actually flies up and jumps onto the stone bridge in the middle of the river.

They found a clean lawn by the river and sat down. Mofanya looked at the mountain Dai in the distance and said coldly, "is this the place where people used to talk about retiring?"

"It's almost the same." Su Rui nodded, "picking chrysanthemums under the East fence, leisurely see Nanshan."

"We In the future, you can also support yourself in such a place. " Movanya was fascinated by the quiet scenery in front of him. Some villagers had already come out to wash their clothes, and the other side of the river began to be lively.

Su Rui is stunned.

She hasn't thought about providing for the aged.

Mofanya mentioned this, as if to remind Suri, yes, they are going to grow old together.

She could imagine herself getting old. She must be a spiritual old woman. She had no teeth and lost her hair, but she still had a good laugh. However, Suri couldn't imagine movaya getting old. She turned her head and looked at the man on her side. She looked at him with a new look and strange mood.

Mo Fanya is still looking forward to the future he can foresee. "When the time comes, Lele must be big. Let him get a wife and have children by himself, and my work will be over. Then, we will live by the river, sit by the river every day in a daze, or raise some flowers, grass, cats and dogs. We can also bring him back from France. "

Suri thought with a black line: I'm afraid didi won't live that long.

It's going to be a demon.

However, she did not want to remind mofanya of this basic common sense. At this time, she felt close and full of heart. She held her cheek in one hand and looked at him all the time. The weather was very good, and the whole world was bright. The movanya in the sight seemed to be the same as before, without any change. Maybe the lines were more profound This makes the facial features more three-dimensional, like jade carving after careful consideration.

Well, even if he's old, he's a handsome old man. However, he may be bald Will you get fat?

Suri opened her eyes wide and imagined movanya with a big belly and a small playground on her head. She immediately felt overjoyed. The image did not hurt her, but made her feel kind. She seemed to have never been so close to him, Mr. big belly.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Fanya is in a trance, but he is interrupted by Su Rui's endless laughter.

Of course, Suri didn't dare to say that she was amused by her imaginary image. She quickly waved her hand and said, "it's OK. It's OK. I think you're too handsome. I'm lucky to have such a handsome husband. The more you want to be, the more happy you are, so..."

It's very good. Her skill of rhetoric has not yet fallen behind.

Mofanya seems to believe it. He looks at Suri who can't stop laughing for a long time. Suddenly, he leans forward a little, with one hand on her side, almost pressing her.

"Let's go back to our room." He said, very serious voice, no smile, low alcohol, as long as the opening of old wine, with a sense of sex.

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