The king didn’t have much patience. He took off her long skirt at once, and then picked her up directly. Her legs tightly clamped the king’s body, and the king held her and came to the queen’s coffin in two or three steps. He placed her on the coffin and then continued his siege.
As soon as the king advanced, Ms. Alen groaned in a charming manner, catering perfectly. The king made her kneel on the coffin. Holding her round hips in both hands, she held her chest up and sprinted quickly.
The coffin followed the shaking. The queen in the coffin, with her eyes closed, seems to feel nothing but I know that’s not the case.
At that moment, I felt I was channeling for the queen.
Aerial nightmare
That night, I hid behind the sofa just like a stone statue. I couldn’t move, so I waited for them to finish and wait for a while. However, they did it three times over and over again.
I admire his Majesty, who is in his fifties, for having the same impulse and physical strength as a young man. However, his image in my heart has collapsed. I know that men are animals with the lower half thinking. After the queen became seriously ill, His Majesty kept the “living widow”, which is unfair to an ordinary man, not to mention being the king of a country with countless women throwing themselves at him.
It’s common sense that he can’t do it, but why did he choose his beloved wife’s sister? There is no shadow of her sister on her.
I can’t figure out a lot of things. Can’t he just find a beautiful young girl with a graceful figure? I finally waited for them to finish, and when they left, I followed and sneaked away.
Back to my room, I didn’t sleep all night, and my mind was full of Ms. Alen’s moaning voice and the intoxicated expression of His Majesty. According to the management of the royal family, the queen will be buried in the ancestral grave of the royal family after her death, and the ancestral grave is in the northernmost part of Aston Kingdom.
We went by air.
The plane we took was the King’s Aston One.
The people were composed of the king, Edward, Erik, Judy, me, my mother and the person I don’t want to see, Ms. Alen.
She sat next to me generously. She picked up a banana and ate it.
I watched her eat bananas and remembered that she knelt in front of the king last night. . . . .
She saw me staring at her. She picked up a banana and handed it to me. “Honey, would you like one, too?”
I quickly waved my hand. “No, thank you! I don’t have that hobby!”
What I said didn’t follow her words. She looked puzzled, then sighed and touched my head. “Hey, my sister’s death has hit you too hard!”
While speaking, the plane has already taken off. We quickly got into the clouds, and the plane flew straight forward. Without an accident, we landed in the northern frontier of Aston in two hours.
I looked down at a book about Picasso’s art criticism. When I see Picasso, I think of the absurd things Eric and Moly did in the king’s office. But I was really naive at that time. Unexpectedly, since then, I have encountered so many things.
Edward hasn’t talked to me. He is silent. Now he seems to have fallen asleep. Eric looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the porthole, and was lost in thought. Where’s the king? The king was fast asleep. I think he was exhausted last night.
At this time, the plane suddenly fell sharply, and my book acted by inertia and jumped out of my hands.
Ms. Alen was so scared that she cried out, “What’s going on? What happened!? ”
Erik and the king panicked, only Edward was very calm. He walked to the head of the plane step by step and knocked hard on the cockpit door.
Soon the co-pilot opened the door, ran out like crazy, and shouted at everyone. “Captain! Captain! The captain wants to fly the plane into the mountains!”
Everyone was nervous.
The words’ sound just fell, the plane began to tremble violently, and Edward hurriedly grabbed a seat.
Others, including me, snuggled up to their seats and did not dare to move. Although the king was very embarrassed, his mouth was still dignified.
“Was he crazy? Does he want me, the king, to bury him? ”
Edward staggered towards the cockpit. The plane suddenly climbed and overturned Edward. He slipped from the front and just hit me. I quickly grabbed his arm and helped him stabilize. Ms. Alen and Judy were so scared that they began to cry.
Ms. Alen’s voice sounded like a rooster crowing. “Ah! Ah! I don’t want to die yet! There are still so many young men waiting for me to go to the Raiders. It’s a pity if I’ll die now. I am only 32 years old! My sister was finally dead, and I survived. I can’t die now! ”