[Princess Sissi] Apocalypse

The right hand was gently grasped, and the handkerchief slipped off, touching the skin of the wrist, a little cold.

A handsome face was clearly reflected in his eyes, and the other's long eyelashes fluttered.

"I think I've got your answer."

33. chapter 33

The young emperor used a little strength to make Song Yi fall to him.

And he also leaned over and kissed her forehead when she was worried.

It was a soft, feathery kiss, representing treasure and respect.

"That's not a joke."

"If you are really happy, how can I be the one who will take your happiness?"

Franz smiled like a true aristocrat, leading his beloved girl to her bedroom, then stopped at the door, and closed the door for her.

"Good night, little girl."

Outside the door, the footsteps gradually disappeared, but the heart was still beating.

Song Yi covered her cheeks, and sat on the ground impolitely, her tutu spread out like a blooming flower.

She really had to tell Helene that she liked Franz Joseph.

This was not easy, after all, Helene never thought that the emperor already had someone he admired, and this person was her sister.

"I think I must tell you, or it would seem mean."

"Does mom know?"

"No, they don't know."

Helene clasped her hands as she paced slowly, as if she needed quiet rather than interruption.For this reason, Song Yi could only maintain the action of sitting on the sofa.

She thought about Helene's reaction.

She was brought before the emperor like a beautifully packaged gift, but the emperor chose her, and what was embarrassing was that she was not an open-minded person, and it was always a bit stupid to cede love and the like.

"Okay, I see." Helene stopped and said quietly.

Song Yi got up and hugged her sister from behind.

"Did I hurt you?"

Helene put her hands lightly on the back of Song Yi's, and the corner of this noble girl's mouth curled up into a small smile, gentle and sincere.

"Sissy, it's not hurt, you didn't take anything away from me, you met earlier, you have so many memories, I'm very envious, even though I had dreamed of marrying him before, it was just a vision , okay?"

"I know, whether it was my intention or not, all of this has caused you embarrassment. I am very sorry for this. If there is something I can make up for, I am willing to do anything."

Helene turned around, her lips trembling a little, at this moment, Song Yi saw the other party's tears.

"How can you say make up, you don't owe me anything, Sissy."

"It's just a love. Two people who love each other choose each other, but I never joined."

"Helen..."

"I'm so sorry for my rudeness." Helene wanted to take out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, but Song Yi did so first.

"I don't know what to say." Song Yi explained awkwardly that she really liked this girl, and, she thought, she was indeed as beautiful as her own sister.

"I've thought about it, but I think, no matter what I say, I can't say it well. It has nothing to do with eloquence. It's just because I love you, Helen, and you are my sister."

"I can understand, Sissy, I can." Helene held the other's hand and asked Song Yi to sit down too.

She is taller than her sister, she is older after all, and her arms are more plump, with a girlish charm, but the expression on her face is never lively enough.

Maybe she can be noble and generous, but lively and clever has nothing to do with her.

Helene stared at her younger sister, from her fluffy chestnut hair, to her brown eyes, and her rose-like lips.

She thought: Who can not love her?

She should have understood a long time ago that people like them always unconsciously want to chase the sun and get angry.The emperor communicated with her, seemingly peacefully, but carefully imagined, the content was always boring and empty.

There is never a template for real communication. Unpredictability is the charm of language, isn't it?

"Sissy, that's great, I really envy you." Helene wiped her tears again, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You found love, didn't you?"

Song Yi opened her mouth, and finally, she nodded and hugged Helene as if she were the older one.

"You will too, Helen, you deserve the most cherished treatment."

"Yes, I will too, Sissy, we will all be happy." Helene said softly, tears ran down her cheeks and dripped on Song Yi's shoulders, she was astonishingly beautiful.

That night, for the first time, Song Yi knocked on that "door" without any emotion.

Franz Joseph followed his schedule, was still reviewing documents, and felt the other party while pinching his sore nose to relieve fatigue.

"you said."

Franz gave an affirmative sentence.Although he couldn't see the other person's expression, his emotions seemed to be somewhat connected, and even his chest had the feeling of fullness that girls want to sigh.

The emperor closed the file.

The lights were dim, he was the only one in the huge hall, and Walter and some kind of attendants were outside the door, so the emperor's voice was always low, almost whispering, but more gentle.

"I'm a little uncomfortable." Song Yi said sullenly, she rolled herself into a small person in the emperor's heart, hugging her knees.

The emperor reached out to touch his heart, sliding gently as if to appease.

"She'll be fine, we all know she's not a weak girl."

"kindness."

Quiet and silent, a small flying insect stayed under the light bulb, imprinting a huge shadow.

Franz raised his hand to drive away the little flying insect, and the shadow disappeared.

"I thought you would..." Franz didn't finish.

Song Yi raised her head and pursed her lips.

"I'm not a fool."

"I'm not open-minded, a little selfish."

The familiar tone made the emperor understand that his little girl didn't need sticky comforting, so he smiled and said, "So I'm your selfish trophy."

"En." Song Yi nodded.

"You are my trophy, not I is yours." She said this deliberately, making the emperor laugh again.

"If you were a boy, Sissy, I have no doubt that you would be my brave general, and bring glory to Austria."

"You should be glad I'm not."

"If you are, you can go to the battlefield with me. Your seat is on my right. It is an honor. Being a soldier is more comfortable than being a member of the royal family." Franz said indulgently, he is not A puppet has a mind of its own.

Perhaps everyone thought that the emperor was a gentle and kind benevolent monarch, but Franz Joseph actually had more ideas of his own, but, limited by his responsibilities, he was rarely allowed to do so.

The higher you stand, the greater the responsibility.

The honor of the royal family has always been born together with the responsibility, and it is not allowed to unload every moment until death.

"People don't like war." Song Yi whispered, she could understand some of Franz's feelings, but she had to tell the truth.

"Yeah, nobody likes war."

Franz remembered who he was, or rather, he never forgot.

It was his indulgence, but in all these years, as he grew older and matured, this was the first time he was so open about his thoughts, not the emperor, just Franz Joseph.

"A cruel person will initiate a war for the sake of conquest, but a benevolent person will only pick up a sword for protection." Song Yi said, her cheeks were a little hot, and this time, it was the emperor's turn to be stunned.

"You said that you are a good man, and I never doubted that."

After saying this, Song Yi eagerly cut off all contact.

The living room is still huge, although it is warm, it is empty.

Accompanied by the young emperor, there are only official documents and a lamp.

However, the young emperor, who was always prone to critique official documents with his eyebrows frowned, smiled slightly at this moment, with his fingers gliding from his brows to his lips.

There is no doubt that the emperor was in love.

There is no doubt that the monarch of Austria is having fun.

There is no doubt that a factor called happiness has surrounded Franz Joseph tightly.

The dance party was going on lively.

The attendants brought from the palace exchanged messages with their eyes, their hands never stopped moving, but they whispered in their hearts, because today, their young emperor of Austria will choose his unique girl from so many girls. Queen.

The kitchen is a little more secluded.

The maids whispered and discussed, and finally they thought that the biggest winner of the queen's candidate would be Princess Helene of Bavaria and Metternich's only daughter.

"Princess Helene is noble and generous, but Prime Minister Metternich's daughter is exceptionally beautiful. If I were Your Majesty, I don't think I can make a decision." A maid with a pointed chin said softly, her eyes full of longing.

"I wish I was one of those noble ladies, after all, His Majesty is so handsome."

"Come on, even if you are qualified, you need something special to impress His Majesty." A long-faced maid broke their illusions.

Amalia Metternich's maid heard what these people were talking about, and she left the kitchen to report the incident to her lady.

"Who gave them the right to arrange nobles?" Adelgonde frowned, and a sharp voice sounded.

Amalia Metternich frowned slightly. She naturally likes to be flattered, but she may need to consider changing someone. To be honest, this Adel is really poor. Although she looks good, she is nothing.