Chapter 62 What Is This About?

Selim felt a little embarrassed to say that the dignified Sultan was being urged to get married, and he didn't even have to think about who proposed it.

"What did my mother say? Ishaq."

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Michodelpa didn't tell me, she just asked you to go over there."

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

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

He turned his head and instructed the male servant behind him.

"Paul, after I go in later, remember to listen to the movement. If you feel that the situation is not right, take me out immediately."

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

Selim looked at the other party with approval and added.

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

The Sultan then walked into the hall. The temperature in the palace was very comfortable. The fireplace was burning, emitting waves 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, pretty.

My mother's aesthetic taste was pretty good. Selim slowly took off his coat and handed it to the maid in front of him casually.

"Then I'll trouble you. Put it on the shelf over there. I'll come to get it later."

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

"Hey, the Sultan just talked to you."

"Okay, okay, I know."

"Do you think we have a chance?"

"Don't think about it. How can the Sultan like us?"

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

One of the maids secretly reached out to the other's face, but was pushed away.

"Go away, go away, don't talk nonsense here. "

The two of them joked and played as they walked away.

Selim was already exhausted at this time. The maid in front of him had already led him around several corners, but he still hadn't arrived.

It must be said that the pressure on people is the greatest when the guillotine is about to fall.

"So, sister, mother has changed some new arrangements. It seems that I have been going around for a long time."

"Ah, no, your majesty, it's just that I seem to be a little lost."

The maid who was leading the way in front suddenly turned around, with a slightly crying voice, and with that weak little face, she looked pitiful.

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

Selim took a step forward, saying, "How can such a vulgar woman be compared with my Sophia and Anna?"

Mother always used this trick to seduce him, but she didn't know that the Sultan was a very decent man, how could he be tempted by beauty?

After several attempts, Selim finally walked out of the front porch of the palace.

"Mother, you have to change this habit. What's the weird thing about changing the decoration every month? "

While Selim was complaining, he looked back and saw that the other party didn't seem to catch up.

Forget it, I don't care. It seems a bit difficult to ask Paul to rescue him later.

The Sultan thought with some worry, and let the maid in front of him lead him to the outside of his mother's residence.

Bursts of laughter came over, which made Selim a little confused. What kind of drama is this?

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Based on the principle of sticking your head out is a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife, Selim walked in slowly.

As soon as he entered, Selim immediately saw his mother chatting with two girls. The two sides were bragging about various business, and the scene was very exciting.

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

"My daughter greets His Majesty, and wishes the supreme ruler of the great Ottoman family, the Sultan of Sultans, the Khan of Khans, the loyal Caliph, and the protector of Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, good today. "

Another girl also stood up hurriedly and repeated it in a very realistic manner.

After the ceremony was over, Mrs. Michodelpa, who had her back to Selim, didn't even look at her son, but patted the chair beside her.

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

After all, he has been with you since you were a child, and you won't give him face.

As for me, you don't take me seriously. "

Mrs. Michodelpa said lazily.

"You don't come once a month. I remember you were very attached to me when you were a child. Why, you don't recognize your mother now that you have become a sultan. "

At this time, Selim had already walked with his head buried. What kind of memory killing, doesn't this mother know that it is embarrassing to say such a thing.

Mrs. Michodelpa looked at her son like this and laughed immediately.

"Sit down, you are a sultan, but you don't act like a king. "

Selim straightened up immediately. There was nothing he could do. He had been educated like this since he was a child and could not resist the suppression of blood.

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

The Sultan answered with some difficulty.

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

"Don't you like this the most? I saw your diary written like this when I was a child."

Mrs. Michoudelpa asked in surprise, not caring at all that the girls next to her seemed to be almost unable to hold back their laughter.

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

The Sultan was already feeling a bit bad. He felt that his fame was about to be ruined by his mother.

"We are still chatting. Don't be anxious. Come, let me introduce you. This is the Chapan family. Didn't you and Suleiman have a pleasant cooperation?

I thought that you couldn't hide this time. After all, it was you who said that I would have a grandson before I turned 30.

We are all Sultan. It's not good to break your promise."

Looking at her son's expression of despair, Mrs. Michoudelpa laughed out loud.

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

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

The girl was not wearing traditional Islamic clothes, but the British style that Selim liked. The black sable coat with purple velvet exterior made the girl look elegant. In addition, the girl's delicate face was not as good as Anna and Sophia.

But Selim hadn't seen them for a long time, and he was a little dazed for a while.

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

However, the person in front of her was the Sultan, the Sultan who led the empire to win the war, eliminated the Mamluks, tamed a group of Greeks, and made his father and brother praise him and willing to die for him.

Akali Chapan immediately adjusted her mentality, smiled like a crescent moon, and said.

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

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