No aristocrat would bring only a bottle of perfume as a gift when meeting a noble of higher rank than himself.
If he really did this, then he either had a problem with his brain or was determined to fight against this great noble. Such a shabby gift is sure to make the other party furious and drive him out of the house.
Therefore, if there is no duel today, the earl of Huadu will definitely be scolded by Hall, and then thrown out by the knights of the duke's palace with arms crossed.
In the end, he had no choice but to roll back to Desolate like a little mouse.
However, Razer believed that the Count was by no means an idiot, and he could not have put himself in such an embarrassing situation.
"So, is there anything special about this bottle of perfume? It's more expensive than jewelry?" Razer held the oval bottle to the window, checked its color with the light outside, and then pointed it at the air and sprayed it casually. a little.
The rich fragrance filled the entire carriage in an instant, causing Lei Zhe to frown uncomfortably.
He hated the taste that was too sweet, sticky, and deep. It is like the surging sea water, which continuously invades the space in the lungs through the trachea, causing a feeling of suffocation. He really couldn't understand why women would like this type of perfume.
In his opinion, the smell of blood and the metallic smell produced by the collision of swords is the most refreshing fragrance.
Jian Qiao shook her head gently, and closed her eyes for a moment of silence.
The dizziness made his voice softer and slower than usual, "Is it special, whether it is expensive, it's one thing for Helen Grande, and another thing for you."
When the words fell, he opened his eyes and looked intently at the lion in front of him.
Lei Zhe raised his eyebrows and became interested: "Oh? What is the saying in front of Helen, and what is the saying in front of me?"
Jane Joe held out his hand.
Lei Zhe naturally put the perfume bottle into his white palm.
After getting the bottle, Jane Qiao said slowly: "In front of Helen Grande, I will say: This bottle of perfume is made of agarwood, musk, amber, highland rose, and the rarest and most cherished spices in the world. to make.
"It is called 'Queen's Rose', and its top notes are like smoke and pine, light and tough; the middle notes are like the sea and the abyss, broad and deep; the bottom notes are like the earth and sky , is magnificent, but also vast.
"And the Queen's mind is exactly what it should be. Its color is as bright as gold, and its value is as precious as gold. More precisely, it has another name, that is 'liquid gold', the only This bottle is nothing like it. Only the most noble woman in the world deserves it."
While describing the characteristics of this perfume, Jane Qiao rubbed the round belly of the bottle back and forth with her slender fingertips.
He had no idea how thought provoking his gentle actions were in Lei Zhe's eyes.
What would it feel like if it wasn't the bottle body but something else that was being rubbed back and forth by his fingertips? Will it pass through the skin like a feather, bringing an indescribable extreme touch...
Thinking of this, Lei Zhe looked down at the back of his hand, and there was a layer of goose bumps on it.
"The queen's rose, liquid gold, unique in the world," Razer said in a hoarse voice. "It does sound extraordinary. Helen will be satisfied. So what do you say in front of me?"
He put his hands around his chest, his chin slightly raised, and his attitude was arrogant. In reality, however, he was just trying to hide his goosebumps-covered hands.
Staying with this Earl of Huadu, he always has a strange feeling.
Jane Joe thought for a moment, and then said in a plain tone: "In front of you, I will say: it's just a bottle of poor quality stuffed with expensive spices. I'm not even interested in giving it a decent name.
“It couldn’t combine the neutrality of agarwood with the richness of musk, nor the crispness of cedar and the sweetness of roses into a more harmonious melody. The scents collided recklessly, creating a catastrophic disaster.
"It smells terribly good, and only the most unpretentious of vulgar women would be fascinated by its gorgeous coat. And Helen Grande is the perfect match for it. That's why I gave it as a gift. bring it here."
After saying these words, Jane Qiao changed her cherishing attitude and threw the bottle of perfume into the gift box.
There was no expression on his face, but the indifference in his dark eyes was enough to express his disgust for this bottle of perfume.
Lei Zhe was stunned for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
"Wonderful, really wonderful! Although I don't know the quality of perfume, and I can't be sure of the truth in your words, I have to admit that you have a great eloquence. You know very well how to please a person." Ray Zhe looked at the count who was indifferent and arrogant on the surface, but was actually a lotus flower.
Jian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. It will definitely be of great benefit to Desolate City to have a good relationship with those in power in Grande.
He knew that he had made a right bet, so he continued to speak: "Sir, it's true, that angel tear was sent to the palace by someone last night. Now, it is in Queen Mo'an, your sister. in hand."
Lei Zhe's laughter came to an abrupt end.
If sending a bottle of inferior perfume is just a tease, then by sending Angel Tears to her sister, Jane Joe's actions are undoubtedly declaring war on Hall and Helen. He is so shrewd that he doesn't know what the temperament of the two brothers and sisters is.
Helen is acerbic, Hall is vicious and cruel. They never abide by any laws and morals, and whoever offends them will be punished to have nothing, or even die.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Lei Zhe asked in a deep voice.
"I'm afraid, that's why I made this choice." Jane Qiao raised her head, looked straight at the other party, and said in a calm tone, "because I firmly believe that you and your sister must be the last victors."
Now that he has been forced to be involved in the disputes of the Grande family, Jane Joe always has to choose a position. Thinking of Queen Mo An's calm atmosphere and integrity, and thinking of Lei Zhe's iron-blooded skills and fearlessness, Jane Qiao has reason to believe that even if there are ten more Halls and Helens, they will not be the opponents of this sister and brother.
And it turns out that his prediction was accurate.
Only yesterday he took Angel's Tears as a certificate and gave it to Queen Mo An; today, his biggest trouble, Hall, was solved by Lei Zhe, and he didn't leave any words.
After word of the duel spread, no one would say Hall was wronged in his death. Jian Qiao's ledger, he will never see it.
"So, are you satisfied?" Jian Qiao nodded slightly and asked in a soft voice.
"Satisfied." Lei Zhe stared at him, his eyes dark and unpredictable.
"So, have you been pleaseed?" Jian Qiao also looked directly at the other party and repeatedly confirmed.
He had a premonition that Glory was about to change, and at the juncture of the sudden change of mountains and rivers, he had to stand under a big tree with the most solid foundation. And Lei Zhe is the tree. He will not be tied to the other party, but he is also willing to befriend him.
Lei Zhe stayed away from the car window, hiding himself in a dark place where the light couldn't shine, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Count, you can please me just right every time."
"Then, can I say goodbye first?" Until then, Jian Qiao took out the handkerchief and slowly wiped the sweat on her forehead and nose.
After fighting the dizziness, he fell into deep exhaustion. He desperately needs rest.
Lei Zhe didn't speak, just stared at him for a moment.
The shadow covered his expression, but it couldn't hide the dangerous light in his pupils.
Jian Qiao felt that she had probably said something wrong and offended the lion, otherwise the other party wouldn't show such a cannibalistic look.
Just when he was thinking about how to make amends, Lei Zhe suddenly opened the car door, jumped down, and said without looking back: "I had a great time today, and most of the joy comes from you. So, you can gone."
"Thank you for your compliment, I had a great time today too."
Jane Qiao knew that what he said was a lie, in fact, he had a terrible day today. Seeing blood again, evoking terrible memories, and fainting for a few minutes, this day can be summed up in two words—disaster!
And Lei Zhe got rid of his enemies openly, and held Grande firmly in the palm of his hand, and eventually became one of the decision makers who dominated the continent. How could he be unhappy
However, Jane Qiao couldn't imagine that Lei Zhe was 100% true.
Controlling Grande is an established fact for Lei Zhe, everything is natural, how can it be possible to generate other emotions. However, when the earl of Huadu said "I believe you must be the last victor", his heart was beating wildly.
The joy and pride of winning did not come up from the bottom of my heart until now, making Lei Zhe chuckle all the way.
Before entering the ducal mansion, he turned his head and looked at the carriage of Mr. Count.
Jane Qiao stuck her head out and stroked her equally slender eyebrows with her slender fingertips as a farewell.
Lei Zhe stared at him deeply, until he disappeared into the thick fog that seemed to never dissipate.
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After returning to the hotel, the knight commander that Jane Qiao sent to the palace to deliver gems also returned. He bent forward and replied in a low voice, "I stayed in the palace for the night last night. Guess who I met when I left the palace today?"
"Helen Grande." Jane Joe said firmly.
"Yes, I have seen Mrs. Helen. She was carried out of the palace with blood on her skirt and miscarried. His Majesty the King, who has always loved her so much, held Mrs. Mia in his arms and pointed at the tip of her nose. She is a shrew, and she will never be allowed to enter the palace again."
"Why is Mrs. Mia in the palace?" Jane Qiao asked with frown.
"It is said that Mrs. Mia is the close friend of Mrs. Dupont, the king's favorite mistress. Mrs. Mia was afraid of Lord Lei Zhe's revenge, so she ran into the palace to seek refuge with Mrs. Dupont. The attendant took her to the side hall and waited. It is expected that Mrs. Dupont did not come, but the drunken His Majesty the King came, and the two slept together. No man could resist Mrs. Mia's style, and His Majesty's fall was also reasonable. The two were fighting each other. It was hot, and Mrs. Helen somehow rushed in, grabbed Mrs. Mia, kicked and beat her, and was pushed away by His Majesty the King, and then she had a miscarriage."
The knight commander briefly described the farce in the palace.
The process sounds simple, but Jane Qiao tasted something that was not simple.
Why did Mrs Mia happen to meet the drunken Charles III? Who was Charles III drunk by? Why was Helen able to directly break into the place where the two were fooling around, but was not stopped by the guards? Can a miscarriage be triggered by just a push
If there are so many serial rounds, if there is no strong hand behind the control, how can they just collide and cause a tragedy
Of course, this is definitely not a tragedy for someone in the palace.
Jian Qiao lightly touched the end of her long and narrow eyes with her fingertips, and murmured, "It seems that my angel's tears are delivered right."