The Crescent of the Sultan

Selim felt a little embarrassed that the dignified Sultan would be forced to marry, and he didn't even have to think about who the proposer was.

"What did my mother say? Ishaq."

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Mishu Delpa didn't tell me, she just asked you to come over."

With an indescribable mood, Selim walked towards the depths of Topkapi Palace.

Generally speaking, the distance from Baghdad Palace to the courtyard behind is actually quite long, but for some reason, Selim felt that this distance was particularly short at this time.

He turned to the manservant behind him and told him.

"Paul, when I go in later, remember to listen to the noise. If you feel something is wrong, take me out immediately."

"Your Majesty, this. You mean to use Sipaxi."

Selim glanced at the other party approvingly and added.

"Pay attention to the noise, Paul, and help in time."

The Sultan then walked into the hall. The temperature in the palace was very comfortable, and the fireplace was burning, exuding bursts of warmth.

"Your Majesty, do you need me to help you with anything?"

The Sultan looked at the maid in front of him. She was okay and quite beautiful.

His mother's aesthetics were pretty good, so Selim slowly took off his coat and handed it to the palace maid in front of him casually.

"I'll trouble you, please put it on the shelf over there. I'll pick it up later."

After explaining, Selim slowly walked inside under the leadership of another palace maid.

"Hey, Sultan just talked to you."

"Okay, okay, I know."

"Do you think we have a chance?"

"Don't think about it, how could the Sultan like us?"

"It's impossible for me, but not necessarily for you."

One of the palace maids secretly reached out to the other party's face, but was opened.

"Go on your way, go on your way, don't talk nonsense here."

The two of them were joking and joking away.

Selim was already paralyzed at this time, and the palace maid in front of him had already led him around several twists and turns, but the result had not yet arrived.

It has to be said that the pressure on people is the greatest when this kind of guillotine is about to fall.

"So, sister, my mother has made some new arrangements. This seems to have been going around for a long time."

"Ah, no, Your Majesty, it's just that I seem a little lost."

The palace maid who was leading the way suddenly turned around and was already crying slightly. With her weak little face, she looked pitiful to me.

"Okay, okay, I'll find it myself."

Selim strode forward in one step. He was so vulgar, but he was worthy of being compared with my Sophia and Anna.

His mother had always only used this kind of trick to seduce him. Little did he know that Sultan was a very decent man, so how could he be tempted by beauty.

After several attempts, Selim finally emerged from the palace's front porch.

"Mom, this habit needs to be changed. What's wrong with changing the layout every other month?"

Selim complained and looked back, but the other party didn't seem to follow.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to worry about it, it's just that it seems a bit difficult to ask Paul to rescue him later.

The Sultan thought worriedly and allowed the maid in front of him to lead him outside his mother's residence.

Waves of laughter came, which made Selim a little confused. What kind of drama was this?

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In line with the principle that if you extend your head, it is a sword, and if you shrink your head, it is also a sword. Selim walked in slowly.

As soon as he entered, Selim immediately saw his mother chatting with two girls. The two parties were exchanging business information, and the scene was extremely exciting.

Due to the seating arrangement, one of the girls facing Selim immediately stood up and bowed.

“My little girl pays my respects to Your Majesty, and wishes you well today, the Supreme Ruler of the Great Ottoman House, Sultan of Sultans, Khan of Khans, Faithful Caliph, Protector of Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem.”

Another girl also stood up quickly and repeated it gracefully.

After the salute was completed, Mrs. Mishu Delpa, who had her back to Selim, didn't even look at her son and directly patted the chair next to her.

"You still know how to come. Well, if Ishaq hadn't been sent, you could have found a bunch of excuses.

After all, you have been taken care of by him since you were a child, so you will not fail to give him face.

As for me, you don’t take it seriously. "

Mrs. Mishu Delpa said lazily.

"It doesn't come once a month. I remember you were very clingy to me when you were little. Why, now that you've become a sultan, you no longer recognize your mother."

At this time, Selim was already walking with his head buried. What kind of memory was killing him? Didn’t this mother know that it would be extremely embarrassing to say such a thing?

Mrs. Mishu Delpa laughed immediately when she saw her son like this.

"Sit tighter. He is already a sultan, not a king."

Selim straightened his body immediately. He had no choice but to do so. He had been taught since childhood that he was not very able to resist bloodline suppression.

"Where's Tazia? Didn't she come in with you?"

Sultan replied somewhat unspeakably.

"She seemed to be lost. I was too lazy to wait for her, so I came over first."

"Isn't this your favorite kind? This is what I saw in your diary when I was a kid."

Mrs. Mishu Delpa asked in surprise, not caring that the girls next to her seemed to be unable to hold back their laughter.

"Mom, don't talk about the past, let's talk about something serious."

Sultan was already feeling a little bad. He felt that his reputation would be ruined by his mother.

"We are chatting, don't be impatient. Come on, let me introduce you. This is the Chapan family. Aren't you and Suleiman quite happy to work together?"

I thought to myself, you can't escape this time. After all, you asked me to have a grandson before I turn thirty.

We are all sultans, so it is not good to break our promises. "

Seeing the helpless expression on her son's face, Mrs. Mishu Delpa laughed out loud.

The girl who was clicked stood up and began to introduce herself.

Until then, Selim finally focused his attention on the girl in front of him.

The girl is not wearing traditional Islamic clothing, but the British style that Selim likes. The sable coat with purple velvet trim makes the girl look outstanding. Coupled with the girl's delicate face, although Not as good as Anna and Sophia.

But after all, Selim hadn't seen the two of them for a long time, and he was a little lost in sight for a while.

The girl was a little shy. As the noble daughter of the Chapan family and the apple of Suleiman's eye, no one had dared to stare at her like this before.

However, this is the Sultan in front of him. He led the empire to win the war, wiped out the Mamluks, tamed a group of Greeks into obedience, and made his father and brother full of praise. He was willing to die for him. ah.

Akali Chapan immediately adjusted her mentality and said with her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"Hello, Your Majesty, my name is Akali, Akali Chapan."

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