When Raymond's demand was translated into letters in Greek and transported to Constantinople by fast horses, in the palace of Brachna under the stars, Emperor Alexios crouched on Marlena's mature body with some bewilderment, and stopped moving, for he keenly caught the slightest physical and mental strangeness of the chief lady of the court when she disobeyed him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The summer breeze blowing in from the window, fanning the soft curtain on the couch, Marlena had not yet noticed the expression of the person next to the pillow, and her face and neck were a little distracted, and she had been mechanically accepting the impact of the emperor, and her eyes did not have the enthusiasm and eagerness that she had before.

"Are you tired?" The Emperor got up with great displeasure, put on his silk robe, and sat down on the chair beside the couch.

At this time, Marlena felt the emperor's anger, she hurriedly grabbed the corner of her clothes to cover her body, and bowed down to the emperor, "Your Majesty crossed the sea before and fought on the plateau for so long, I couldn't help but be a little in a trance because of worry. After speaking, tears flowed and he hugged the emperor's knees with both hands.

"Did John come to the palace before?" The Emperor suddenly asked this question, consciously or unconsciously.

Marlena's hands immediately shrank as if they had been electrocuted, but she quickly regained her composure, "The prince has indeed come to the imperial capital many times because of the financial problems of the reclamation of the Thessaly Plains, and each time he went to consult with His Excellency Zaifu Beriel of the empire in detail, and then came in to greet me and the queen. ”

"Well......," the emperor had no other doubts or speculations, "John's affairs in Moria and Thessaly are said to have been handled well, and it seems that in the future, he will inherit the empire, and with the diligent assistance of Brenus and Little Bird, the whole of Rome will be restored." ”

"Your Majesty himself can revive ......" Malena, who had turned her mind at this moment, immediately smiled faintly, and stretched out her delicate and fat hand, which appeared in Titian's paintings in later generations, to the side of the emperor's thigh.

With a loud sound, the emperor suddenly stood up with an annoyed expression, and his movements knocked over a dressing basket studded with crystals on the small table, and all kinds of jewelry, with the sound and light of the stars pouring down, sprinkled on the floor, so frightened that the chief lady of the court sat paralyzed, raising her arms at a loss.

Because of her flattery, she struck the Emperor's pain - the Emperor could not help but think of the bloody battle in the fog, the brute wearing the red feather ornament on horseback, pointing at himself with his finger, actually asked a lowly and dirty Turkic slave soldier to shoot off my helmet and feather; I also remembered how the enemy's hammer-like mounted cavalry had crushed and trampled on his left flank, and brought himself the humiliation of abandoning his imperial position; I also remembered that the barbarian was triumphant, and released the captured Brenus, and told him to spread the word that my daughter Anna was pregnant with the flesh and blood of the barbarian......

"I've done my best to keep the tomb of Emperor Constantine the Great, so why bother saying something out of bounds!" The Emperor threw down the incomprehensible words, "I will not sleep here today, go to Erin's," and departed.

Alone, Marlena sat cross-legged on the smooth marble floor, surrounded by a ring of glittering expensive jewelry, her hair scattered, not knowing what to say......

After about a few days, tens of thousands of German and Milanese pilgrims led by Conrad arrived at the city of Constantinople, and what the emperor had expected suddenly happened: the blind flow of lawless bastards, the atrocities of robbery and murder, from the wilderness of Sarabra outside the imperial capital, to Fort Philip and Adrianople, all the subjects and merchants of the empire expressed untold suffering.

Soon the most angry thing happened to the emperor, and on the morning he rode his horse and led the cavalry of the inner guard to the palace of Jukuntina outside the city, and then at the edge of the palace garden, the grieving Alexios saw the body of a dead lion, and two animal trainers - this lion, which had been paid tribute by the Kingdom of Georgia, and after being tamed, the emperor put a golden crown and ribbon on it, and was originally going to capture Gawain, castrate it, and then throw it into a cage to let the lion tear the barbarian to death.

But who would have thought, "Before my lion could correct the imperial traitor Dakou in the mouth of the blood, he died before he could leave the army, and died in the hands of the group of Alemanni Xiaoxiao!" Alexios shouted angrily, flicking his whip angrily, pointing to the cracks in the broken walls of the palace.

It turned out that last night a group of German pilgrims, suffering from hunger, had gathered together, borrowed or stolen chain mail, helmets, and pickaxes from the camp of Conrad, and took advantage of the night to frantically break open the walls of the Juquantina Palace, pour in, and kill the emperor's pet lion, pull out its teeth, and take its golden crown.

Soon the news came that Alexios was even more sad and angry, and the "Count of Simon", who guarded the palace of Juquintina and the Golden Gate, and a promising young man of his Komnenian royal family, had risen in the riots last night to stop the atrocities of the Germans, but was brutally murdered, and his body was thrown into the moat, and only now has he been fished out.

In the end, it was Conrad who took the initiative to come to the emperor with trepidation and plead guilty, saying that he would thoroughly investigate the murderers who caused trouble.

"Then act on it, or I will have to choose between imperial prestige and a covenant with the Pilgrims." The emperor's order was beyond doubt.

Soon sixty-four murderers, whether real or fake, were all arrested by Conrad, and then handed over to the emperor's outer palace Varangian guards, and were executed by the long axe at the edge of the camp, which was regarded as paying for the lives of the emperor's relatives and pets.

If so, the Emperor's attitude was relaxed, and he took the opportunity to take Joe and said to Conrad:

"Soon more pilgrims will come to West Francia, including the Duke of Aquitaine, the Counsellor of the Gallic Palace, and all sorts of noble and noble lords, and you, as the military governor of Henry Caesar, will not convince this group of arrogant Gallic barbarians, which is also extremely detrimental to the whole expedition to Danishmond."

"Then I hope that Your Majesty will personally unite everyone, so that I believe that no one will dare to disobey Your Majesty's prestige and dignity." Conrad was also a slippery man and immediately kicked the ball back.

The Emperor groaned, "How about I let my brother, Sebastoprat, lead this team?" "For the cunning emperor knew that the conquest of Paphragonia would be much more brutal than the previous wars against Giliqui and Gawain (which were all mountains, wilderness, and Gobi, and not at all wheat fields and pastures as the Holy See boasted about), and he feared that he would accept the bitterness of defeat for himself, and that this group of unruly pilgrim lords would be against him in the conquest—a group that was much more difficult to domesticate than the lion.

Conrad immediately said no, (because the country background and the three views are too different).

The Emperor was embarrassed, and he replied that he would first give Conrad's troops the right to buy supplies, and that he would slowly deliberate on the choice of commander for a few days before deciding.

That same night, Raymond's letter arrived, relieving the Emperor's urgent need. (To be continued.) )