Witnessing a bloody duel, Jane Joe falls ill.
Whether it is in the past life or this life, his health is very poor, cold, hot heat, or big mood swings may cause him discomfort. But he still chose to live, no matter how difficult and difficult it was.
He has stepped into a desperate situation twice, so he understands better than anyone how terrible death is.
"My lord, I'm very worried that you will faint in the banquet. You look terrible now." The red-haired servant said worriedly while helping Jian Qiao get dressed.
"If you fainted, how rude! Is there any way to turn off this trip?" The brown-haired servant brought a pair of well-polished boots.
Jane Qiao covered her hot forehead with a towel soaked in ice water, and waved her hand weakly: "No one can push the king's banquet away. Prepare me a bottle of smelling salts, I think I should be able to persevere."
He had a high fever, and it seemed like a pot of boiling water was boiling in his head, and the scalding heat was running around, causing every muscle in him to ache.
To be honest, he really didn't have the confidence to finish the game.
"If I feel like I'm going to pass out, I'll go to the lounge right away. I shouldn't be embarrassed," he muttered.
The carriage came, and the two footmen had to help him up.
The dazed Jane Qiao didn't know how she entered the banquet hall. He always has a bottle of smelling salts in his hand, smelling it when he needs it, and the pungent smell can bring him back to a moment of clarity. In the confusion, the attendant brought him to Charles III and Queen Moan.
Immediately he fell to his knees halfway, showing his loyalty to Charles III, and the great wealth he offered made the lavish king laugh.
Charles III's body is thinner than Jane Joe's, and his deep purple lips reveal his terrible health. If he continues to live without restraint, he will soon go to see God.
Jane Joo guessed right, Glory was in a time of change.
After straightening her waist, Jian Qiao held Queen Mo An's slightly outstretched hand and placed a pious and light kiss on the back of her white jade-like hand.
Queen Mo An smiled and said a few words to him, and the light blue gemstone inlaid on her crown was the tear of an angel sent by Jane Qiao. This shows that she accepts Jian Qiao's surrender.
Just looking at each other, the two have reached a tacit understanding.
There are still many nobles waiting to meet the king and queen, and Jane Qiao must leave. Queen Mo An has prepared a referrer for him, which is undoubtedly considerate.
Without a great aristocrat with a prominent background as an introducer, Jane Qiao couldn't fit into this flashy Vanity Fair at all. He could only stand awkwardly where he was, drinking cup after cup.
During this process, some people will take the initiative to talk to him, but such people are in the same situation as him, they are all marginal people who are not accepted by Vanity Fair. Staying with them will not bring any benefit to Jane Joe, and the reason why he attends the king's banquet is to gain more benefits.
Of course, if he is thick-skinned, he can also squeeze into other people's social circles and put in a few words. In doing so, though, he'll soon be the clown of the party.
Queen Mo An obviously took into account Jane Qiao's situation, so the introducer she prepared for him was Duke Lewis. This old man in his sixties is very famous in the whole of Totes, and he is a great lord alongside the Duke of Grande.
Cardinals, princes, lords of various parties, and important ministers of the country, as long as Jane Qiao is willing to get acquainted, Duke Lewis can help him integrate into these circles that are unattainable to ordinary people.
That's the benefit of that "angel's tear".
Jane Joe was very satisfied with this. As he walked side by side with the Duke of Lewis to the ballroom, he found himself locked in a dangerous gaze.
Following this gaze, he found Lei Zhe unsurprisingly. Holding a glass of champagne, the man stood with a group of nobles dressed in extremely luxurious clothes.
These people seemed so out of tune with the people around them.
For their own decency, all the guests buttoned every button on their clothes; ironed every wrinkle; combed every strand of hair. Brightness, cleanliness, elegance and nobility are what they try to express.
But this group of people is different. Their clothes are half open, their hair is messy, they drink happily, and they laugh. The gentle and affectionate noble ladies came around; the courteous and considerate attendants followed; the charming and graceful actors crawled over.
A large group of people surrounded them, courted them, and gave them supreme happiness.
They are so free and so wild.
From this, Jane Qiao has deduced that this group of people must be the most powerful nobles in the entire Totes Continent. They are rich in everything, so they can be unscrupulous.
Sure enough, the Duke of Lewis glanced at the group of people and said in a low voice: "The man standing beside Razer is the King's own younger brother, Prince Andrew. If the King cannot give birth to an heir in his lifetime, he will be the first in line to the heir. ."
Jane Joe blinked, and quickly realized the importance of this Prince Andrew.
How long will Charles III live? The answer to the question is already in everyone's mind.
And Andre also knew very well that there was a 90% chance that he would become the next king. If he tightly controlled the women around Charles III and tried everything to prevent them from getting pregnant, he would be 100% on the throne.
Jane Qiao looked at Prince Andrew carefully and couldn't help sighing in her heart. Judging by the man's words and deeds, he was more extravagant than Charles III.
At this moment, Lei Zhe raised his glass to Jian Qiao in greeting.
Duke Lewis asked in a low voice, "Would you like to meet them?"
Jian Qiao bowed slightly in return to Lei Zhe, and then refused: "No, take me for a walk first."
The aura emanating from the group was warm and crazy, something he could never fit in.
Just looking at it from a distance, Jane Qiao has already started to have a headache.
The Duke of Lewis said with admiration: "You made the right decision. Prince Andrew is a lunatic, if he likes you, he will get drunk with the strongest liquor. If he doesn't like you, he will expel you immediately. Banquet. So, we should see him last."
Jian Qiao's pace stagnated slightly, and then she felt a strong heart palpitation. Prince Andrew was definitely going to see him, and his body simply couldn't bear the warm hospitality of the other party.
If you refuse to drink, you will offend the future king, and if you refuse to drink, you will get seriously ill. How should I choose this question
Jian Qiao gently turned the protective ring on her thumb, her expression seemed calm, but her heart was already panicked.
He followed Duke Lewis around and made a lot of connections, but he couldn't figure out how to deal with Prince Andrew.
What should come always comes, and in the end, the two stood in front of Prince Andrew.
"You are the Earl of Huadu? The legend really doesn't match the reality." Prince Andre said vaguely.
Jian Qiao couldn't help but sigh in her heart. He didn't know what the legendary self looked like, and whether the real self would provoke the disgust of these people.
Prince Andrew suddenly held Jian Qiao's right hand, rubbed the back of his hand with the pulp of his thumb back and forth, and said in a low voice, "My dear, you are more beautiful than the legend. You know, when I saw you, I I actually feel that my eyes are bright. You must stay and have a drink with me tonight, I really miss you late."
It can be seen that he likes Jian Qiao very much, and his ambiguous behavior is beyond the boundaries of normal communication.
Jane Joe immediately realized that this Prince Andrew's sexuality seemed to be different from others. He likes men. If he really stayed to drink with him and got drunk, Jane Qiao could imagine what would happen next.
What's more, Jane Qiao has reached the limit now. His forehead was burning, a fire was burning in his throat, and every cell in his body was suffering in pain.
With a glass of wine in his stomach, he will definitely lose half his life.
Jane Qiao tried her best to think about how to get out.
At this moment, Lei Zhe stretched out his hand and said arrogantly, "It seems that you haven't saluted me yet."
Jane Joe was stunned. Only when kissing and salute will the other party take the initiative to reach out, but this kind of etiquette only exists between men and women.
Isn't Lei Zhe's gender disordered? However, this is an absolutely impossible situation. How can a male lion tame others
Jane Joe felt more dizzy.
He has absolutely no idea what he looks like now. He buttoned his collar to the top, his black dress tightly pinched around his waist, and his long boots wrapped around his slender, straight legs. His rigorous and elegant dress made him abstinent like a monk.
But at the same time, his lips, cheeks, and the end of his eyes were dyed crimson due to the high heat, and his pupils were gleaming.
This is the expression only fairies show, holy, but also magical.
Lei Zhe stared at Jian Qiao, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to eat people.
Jian Qiao was still stunned. The ignorant expression made him even more innocent.
Lei Zhe suddenly snatched Jane Qiao's hand from Prince Andre's hand, put it on his lips, and branded a long kiss. He even stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the back of Jian Qiao's hot hand.
The slippery touch finally wakes up Jian Qiao's chaotic brain. He suddenly withdrew his hand and asked sharply, "Just now, did you take me for a woman?"
For a great noble who owns territory, it is very humiliating to be molested by another noble as a woman. What's more, this is still at the king's banquet, and everyone is watching.
Lei Zhe grinned and admitted without hesitation: "Yes, you are more beautiful than women, I really can't help it."
Prince Andrew thought he was a fellow man, so he laughed excitedly.
The most honorable people all laughed, and the people around them naturally burst into laughter.
Jian Qiao's face was completely gloomy. He can no longer wear a gentle mask to deal with this group of wild people, and even turned around and left.
As he walked, he wiped the back of his licked hand vigorously, with a disgusting expression on his face.
Duke Lewis fully understood his mood, so he comforted: "Go back first, otherwise they will come to pester you all night. Queen Mo An has left, and no one wants to stay. No one will blame you."
Jian Qiao looked around, only to find that after Queen Mo An left, many high-ranking nobles also left, leaving only a group of arrogant and lewd scoundrels in the banquet hall.
"Then I will leave first, thank you for your care, and we will meet again next time." Jian Qiao said gratefully.
The Duke of Lewis reassured him a few more times, and then personally took him to the parking lot outside.
Closing the car door tightly to isolate the outside world from prying eyes, Jane Qiao immediately collapsed into the chair. Every breath he exhaled was filled with scorching sparks, and beads of sweat evaporated into white mist, gurgling out from his forehead and hair.
He felt like he was in a furnace, about to burn to ashes. He desperately needs a sip of warm water, an ice pad, a quilt, and maybe a bucket for vomit.
He was hot and cold, and the pain was unbearable.
He wanted to call for the valet and have them bring warm water, ice pads, quilts and buckets immediately, but his throat was so red and swollen that he couldn't make a sound.
Just as he was about to drown in the hot air, two footmen opened the car door and brought a bottle of warm water, a bucket of ice cubes, a wet towel, and a soft quilt.
The dying Jane Joe was rescued. With an ice pad on his forehead, a quilt on his body, and warm water in his mouth, he sighed extremely tiredly: "How did you know I needed these things?"
While urging the coachman to leave the palace quickly, the red-haired servant replied in a low voice, "These are all sent by Mr. Lei Zhe. He also gave you a letter."
Razer
Jane Joe was stunned. He struggled to reach out from the quilt, and after a few tries with his slightly trembling fingertips, he opened the letterhead, only to see a line of flowery characters written on it: [I think, what you need most is an excuse to leave.]
So, his previous blatant teasing was just to give himself an excuse to leave in an open and honest way? Did he see that he was running a high fever
Jane Qiao closed the letter, put her hand on her drowsy forehead, and fell into silence. The nausea and vomiting miraculously disappeared.
After about three or four minutes, he leaned back limply against the back of the chair, and lightly touched the end of his eyes with his fingertips, a little star shone in the dark pupils at some point.
The star light flickered slightly, for a long time.