I'm really not an old sword

An expression that said, "You're not doing this right."

"Are you fucking sick?"

"They wanted to kill me, they wanted to kill Altria. I was already showing mercy by not killing her. And you still want me to provide her with good food and drink? She's my mother? You really are..."

Lin Qingsu shut her mouth, resisting the urge to scold Lancelot.

"roll!"

He really didn't know where Altria got the favor from to cultivate these ancestors.

She was the king and they were her subordinates.

She was not a king who inherited the throne from her father and was incapable of being sidelined by her subordinates. Instead, she was a new king who had fought her way to the throne with her own strength.

My subordinates are so unruly.

He just barged in whenever he wanted and even dared to question him about such an outrageous thing. If he were one of his men, he would have found a way to kill him long ago.

"Are you angry?"

Listening to Longominiard's voice, Lin Qingsu gradually calmed down.

He smiled and ruffled her hair: "I want to take a shower."

"Hmm?" Longominiard tilted his head.

"Could you please ask the maid to prepare some hot water and wait for me in the bathroom?"

Longominiard thought about it and nodded happily. This was the first thing Lin Qingsu asked her to do.

After Longominiard left, Lin Qingsu's face turned gloomy.

......

"Rosa, please bring me an eggplant."

"Rosa?"

In the kitchen, Guinevere was preparing today's dinner.

After calling out several times and seeing no response from the maid, Guinevere frowned slightly and was about to put down what she was doing and turn around to take a look.

Someone suddenly hugged her from behind.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Guinevere tilted her head slightly in surprise.

"I miss my Wei'er."

Looking down at Guinevere's cook's outfit, Lin Qingsu felt something in her heart and leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.

Two red clouds floated onto Guinevere's cheeks.

"You're evil!"

"Don't you want to?"

"No, it's just..." Guinevere quickly shook her head, glanced at the door and said, "How about waiting until late at night?"

This time it was Lin Qingsu's turn to be stunned: "Can the clothes be made tonight?"

Guinevere rolled her eyes at Lin Qingsu and said, "Isn't this outfit okay?"

Lin Qingsu suddenly realized that it was all over. Her mind had been polluted by so many modern sexy suits that she had forgotten that a nude apron was just like wearing a normal apron.

He spent some time whispering to Guinevere, and only when Guinevere was about to kick him out did Lin Qingsu start talking about business.

"Can your surveillance method be used on other people?"

"Just now you said you came here because you missed me." Guinevere pouted.

"Yes, this is just a by-product." Lin Qingsu said seriously, a lie that was easy to see through at a glance.

Guinevere rolled her eyes at him.

"You're such a liar! You're bullying me just because I like you."

"Do you like me?"

Guinevere blushed and said "hmm" softly, then leaned into his arms and talked about business.

"Of course I can, but I need to leave a scent on the person. Or if you have their hair or blood, Your Majesty, I can monitor them through a medium."

"Then I'll go look for it."

A man's love comes quickly and goes quickly.

Guinevere spat softly as she watched Lin Qingsu's back as she impatiently left.

"Bad guy."

......

Lancelot walked along the city path with a gloomy expression.

He looked down and forward, not at the road, and it seemed as if two images were constantly flashing before his eyes.

One showed Mashu imprisoned in a dark and damp dungeon.

The other picture shows Altria being held in Lin Qingsu's arms.

And Guinevere.

His fingers were clenched, veins bulging, and the rain that had begun to fall at some point soaked his figure. The rain dripped down his arms and gathered at his knuckles.

He was loyal to Artoria.

I like Altria.

It is undeniable that it was because he fell in love at first sight with the heroic and tough girl that he was willing to give up his status as a prince, leave his homeland, and come to Britain as a knight to follow her.

I know she won't agree, and I know my love won't be reciprocated.

That's why he concealed his feelings and followed her silently as her sword.

Not much loss.

Because he knew in his heart that the girl was so noble that no one could be worthy of her, not even him. Although it was painful for the person he loved to be high above him, it also meant that no one else could touch her. She would always be his purest Aphrodite.

And the lonely flower that was always in his heart has changed.

Her temperament has changed drastically, and she is doing things that she would never have done in the past. Now she is even nestled in the arms of another man.

Lancelot lowered his eyes.

Fingertips carved into the palm of the hand.

That man is the culprit of everything.

The man who had the same name and identity as his king but shamelessly deceived his king.

"He's a villain who took advantage of Wang's ignorance and deceived her."

A frivolous voice sounded from the end of the path amidst the sound of thunder and rain.

Lancelot raised his head.

He was a frivolous man with bright hair, a frivolous smile on his face, and wearing strange clothes that revealed his large chest muscles at the neckline.

It looks very indecent.

Lancelot knew him. Lin Qingsu had told them the identity of this man, that he was from the Demon God's side.

"Ashiya Doman."

"You think so, don't you?"

Ashiya Doman didn't care about Lancelot's wary eyes or the heavy sword in his hand at all. He smiled and opened his arms as if he was meeting an old friend after a long separation.

"Don't you want to save the king who was bewitched by him?"

"Don't you want to save your daughter who is imprisoned in a dark dungeon and tortured day and night?"

"Don't you want to possess that beautiful princess?"

Lancelot said coldly: "I have no relationship with the queen."

Ashiya Michiman smiled, not caring about his duplicity, as he already knew his answer.

......

In Guinevere's bedroom.

In the mirror as tall as a human, the scene of Ashiya Doman and Lancelot talking in the alley appeared like a mirage.

"Are you going to kill them?"

Guinevere's tone was frighteningly cold.

She was very angry.

Originally, she could still watch them from the perspective of a bystander, smiling and laughing with Lin Qingsu as they discussed their self-righteous "plan" in the dark.

But that disgusting thing actually dragged her into this? !

The thought of this disgusting man in the mirror staring at her with such a disgusting look made her feel so sick that she wanted to vomit.

Lin Qingsu held Guinevere's little hand.

Guinevere gradually calmed down, her heaving chest gradually subsided, and she looked at Lin Qingsu affectionately.

"I am yours, body, soul, and everything."

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

Lin Qingsu smiled and ruffled her smooth golden hair, saying, "It's not time to close the net yet."

Chapter 41: Internal Problems to be Solved Internally

The rain was pouring down, crackling against the long French windows in the corridor.

The maids stared at the rain in a daze.

The door behind them suddenly opened, and the two maids were startled. They saw the disheveled Lin Qingsu hurriedly running out of Guinevere's room and running in one direction.

"His Majesty?"

The maid looked at Lin Qingsu's back in confusion as if she was running away.

The timing is wrong.

They were Guinevere's personal maids. Every time His Majesty entered the Queen's room for whatever reason, he would stay there for at least several hours before coming out. But this time, he left in a hurry after staying for less than an hour.

"Annoying! Annoying!"

The two maids looked at each other and could see curiosity in each other's eyes.

They opened the door that had been closed casually and prepared to clean up the room. This was what they had to do every time after His Majesty left, but this time it was a little different.

As soon as they opened the door, they heard Guinevere's low moan from inside, which was completely different from her usual gentle voice. It was full of dissatisfaction and irritability, which scared them.

"Wow! Annoying! Annoying! So annoying!!! Why don't they just die!!!"

......

Lin Qingsu had already imagined Guinevere's irritability.

Any woman would be extremely annoyed if the man suddenly left for something when she was halfway through a relationship and at the height of her sexual desire.

It's more annoying than a man's incompetence.

If that 'thing' is to find another woman, then it will definitely be a double nuisance.

But he couldn't help it.

After chatting with Guinevere on the bed for a long time, he suddenly remembered that Longominiard was still in the bathroom!

There has to be a first come first served.

After leaving her out for almost an hour and continuing to leave her out, he still withdrew halfway, feeling sorry for Guinevere.

Lin Qingsu could only choose the latter.

She hurried to the bathroom, pushed open the door and took two steps to the bathtub. Through the hazy smoke, Lin Qingsu saw a figure sitting alone in the bathtub.