In the dark suburbs of Versailles, beautiful and charming flowers bloomed in the sky.

Looking up at the fireworks erupting in Duke Mann's house as if he was not rich, I think this duke is likely to use our Prussians to slap the Duke of Anjou in the court.

However, this kind of villain's successful behavior should be disgusted by anyone who is a father... What if he is, it's not my business anyway.

At present, where I stand, the "dew" corridor in the center is filled with hearty food. This corridor is specially provided to us servants, from which we can clearly see everyone in the banquet with wine glasses interlaced.

As an escort, although I cannot participate, I can stand here and admire the beautiful breasts of French women without having to deal with a large group of French nobles like Felletlia. It is also a good thing.

Sometimes, I was wondering whether to help the female literary youth embark on a lily path? Who made Hans very weak as a man? He could clearly gain the favor of the girl as long as he went further. As a result, this guy played literature and art... "I just need to look at her from afar and be happy. Her happiness is my lifelong happiness."

Brother, don’t you know that endocrine disorders are terrible?

Well, it seems that this eighteenth-century Prussian Junker is really not clear about it.

However, compared to the future female literary youth with endocrine disorders, I think I should care about Pennyvis, a literary girl. This girl is like Felletlia who stepped into Constantinople, and she let go of her restraints and gave the colorful and exotic culture a glimpse. She wants to try everything. As a responsible Roman, I don't want the literary girl to come out with nothing, but she ended up returning to Constantinople with her big belly.

"Lion, you take a few people to follow Miss Pennivis."

Leon hurriedly chased Pennyvis, who had merged into the fancy group of French court noble ladies.

"Madam Wendyre, can you tell me about you and Prince Nikkifruce?"

"Yes. Yes, how did you make Prince Nikivrus of Rome fall in love with you?"

"Little **, I know the secret. Are you going to seduce another Roman prince?"

"Not! You guys are talking nonsense!"

"Countess, you can't tell this little girl. If she knew your secret, she would have snatched your title of princess."

Sure enough, did my behavior of protecting food in Germany scare the man?

At first glance, there were aristocratic ladies next to Wendyll, and the topic they focused on was how Wendyll, a widow who had married, seduced me.

"Countess. Countess, is that Prince Roman as brave in the bed as he is on the battlefield?"

This one has a relatively open look... the wild look reminded me of the first French noble girl I met.

Turning my eyes away, the people coming and going here have entered my eyes, each of them has an extremely prominent title...

"Morris. What are you thinking about here?"

"I'm thinking that if I throw a hand-thrown grenade here, how many French nobles can be killed? By the way, brother, how many medals are worth a French noble? Do you think I will win the title of French noble killer here?"

Morris, eager to try, was stunned by the guards standing guard beside him, and I told them not to mind: "His ancestors had fought guerrillas in Syria before they became generals for the Empire."[

"My ancestors were robbers, and your family was not much better. You can make a bully..." Morris' complaint scared the faces of the guards next to him.

I retorted disapprovingly: "So now I have become a gangster with culture, ideals, and demeanor, and you. All day long, I just want to kill this or blow up that, not much better than your ancestors."

"Stop talking nonsense, is there any hand-throwing grenade?"

"Damn, do you really want to blow it up?"

"Of course...!"

Several guards couldn't help swallowing, and finally Morris asked me to send me to light fireworks.

Not long after he walked away, Krien, the youngest young man in our team, asked with lingering fear: "Isn't that offense to Lord Morris?"

"If this is an offensive, it would have been long since he kicked me out."

Krien suddenly felt dizzy when she heard this: "Why do you feel like life is different from what I imagined?"

no the same…

I asked the young country boy next to me: "How is it, do you like this place?

"It's pretty." Krien was very excited, but the next second he changed his tone, "It's going to cost a lot of money."

"Well, a lot of money. Holding such a banquet can probably support an army of 1,000 for several months." I nodded, and continued to destroy the sacred image of Seofano in the mind of the young man. "So, my father, Caesar, in order to save money... That stingy guy kicked us both to a country villain old scumbag when I was only four or five years old, and didn't even pay for food."

The young man, Krien's mouth almost fell to the ground: "Impossible."

"Don't believe it? You can ask Morris, who was kicked to the old scum who was sheeping in the countryside when he was a child."

Then, for more than an hour, the young man in the countryside who seemed to have regarded my father Caesar as his idol was shattered and his soul left his body.

As the whole banquet was about to come to an end, at this moment, a noble girl who made Duke Mann call out a lot of titles. In the end, only the name of the Duke of Orleans, the noble girl who woke me up from the drowsiness of chat appeared. She subconsciously felt chilling behind her back. This girl had seen my appearance!

But what is her name?

Catherine?

Mary?

Forget it, the time is too long. I forgot what she called, but this did not prevent me from appreciating beautiful women.

There was no wig on her head strangely. The long brown hair was wavy and cleverly tied up and hung down on one side, which looked like the style of Constantinople, deliberately showing her swan-like neck. Below is a dark-colored low-cut blue-colored iris skirt. The low-cut open-collared belt perfectly exposed the curve of the upper circumference, and the two fleshy double balls exposed in the air were faintly shining with a charming luster.

Miss Duke of Orleans compared to her dress in Constantinople that day, her dress tonight was not fully showing her charm as a woman. Yes, a woman, not a girl anymore.

But, I remember that her breasts were not that big before. It seems that she had developed again during this period. I didn’t expect that after a year, this noble lady would develop so much. Should I ask her about the secret of breast growth and then teach her this flat breast?

Even though he was an illegitimate child and his wife belonged to the Condai family, Duke Mann was also the son of the Sun King, and the nephew of the Duke of Orleans. He was the lady's cousin. So he warmly received the other party.

The two of them whispered a few words, then walked down the steps side by side, holding Duke Mann with their arms, and their attitude was very close. When they arrived at the center, she greeted many people, with a smile on her face and was full of charm. I could feel that many nobles looked at her and couldn't help but show a bit of fascinated color.

It seems that she treats almost the same man as she is, provided that they are all powerful.

The amber-colored eyes seemed to be searching everywhere. I continued to stand still.

The Duke of Orleans is a person who has seen my appearance, but since I have such a good memory as me and I have forgotten her name, this girl who just wants to have sex for so long probably doesn’t remember my appearance. In addition, I have changed a lot during this period of time in Prussia, but in terms of height, I have grown from less than 17 to more than 175.

In just a moment, she turned her eyes to Wendyle. I haven't forgotten her provocation to her wife back then. Could it be that she was still looking for trouble?

Today's wife held her head up and looked back at the Duke of Orleans' daughter. Well, that's right, the future princess of Rome has come out.

So, in this way, two beautiful girls stared at each other here.

But this kind of confrontation with the two eyes bursting with fire only existed for a few breaths. I saw the Duke of Orleans who had just arrived and her daughter went over to talk to Wendill. The distance between the two sides was too far, and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but in Wendill's ambiguous smile, I saw the Duke of Orleans and her daughter looked at me.

A bad premonition came to my mind, because the French girl looked at me just like the one I looked at when I was hunting.

She walked over with her chin slightly raised.

"Can you talk to your master?"

The guards who didn't understand French looked at me.

"Is there anything wrong with Miss?"

"Miss, um, right?" I saw the smiles little by little in her eyes, with a bit of cunning and evil, and even teasing. "So, you don't know me anymore? So, do you know what I said to the countess just now?"

"I just told her that if I continue to follow the past, the princess of Rome will be my title." The daughter of the Duke of Orleans showed a very interesting smile. "Then, she said, you can try it, so I came."

When my wife was holding up a wine glass, she raised her up to me proudly as if she was triumphant and victory. I'll take a step, why would she be proud?

"You all let go." I smiled bitterly, withdrew my gaze, looked at her eyes close up, and said slowly: "Don't the lady think that it was the lady who followed her in the end, not you, that was already a destined fate."

The other party raised his chin a little, and the amber-colored eyes stared at me, dissatisfied with a slightly disdainful tone: "Fate, what is this!"

"From now on, you, I belong to Constance! You should be clear about the consequences of rejection." I frowned as I heard this threat.

ps:

New Year's fun, the more you rush, the more you rush, the more you rush

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