The two footmen were changing the sheets and quilt for Jane Qiao, and when the fabric shook, a piece of fine fluff was stirred up, and these fluffs swam in the air like mayflies in the light of the candlelight.
Jane Qiao sat on the rocking chair, looked at the dust, and shook herself from time to time.
"Sir, it's time to go to bed." The two servants bowed and said.
"I'm sleeping on the chair." Jian Qiao's voice was full of exhaustion.
The two servants were stunned for a moment, then they skillfully placed the pillow behind Jane Qiao's waist and covered him with a thick blanket. They didn't persuade the master to go back to bed, because that was the norm.
"Good night, my lord, I wish you a good dream." The two servants stepped backwards and left the room.
Jian Qiao stared at a mildew spot on the ceiling and did not dare to close her eyes for a long time. To have a good dream, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible for him. He chose to sleep in a rocking chair because, once he was strangled by a nightmare, he would also twitch his body in reality when he struggled violently in the dream.
And the twitching of the body would shake the rocking chair and wake him from those terrible dreams.
So, throughout the night, he would suffer in the cycle of sleeping and waking up, waking up and sleeping. However, this intermittent sleep at least guarantees that he will not faint from a trance during the day.
He no longer dared to find someone to read for him all night, or to ramble on. Even if it's just a two-way transaction, there is no guarantee that such an approach is safe. The severe pain of the heart being pierced by a sharp blade will never go away even if you change a body.
In the silent night, Jane Joe would rather snuggle with a rocking chair than hug a flesh-and-blood body.
He lightly rubbed the arm of the rocking chair with his palm and jokingly said, "You know what, man, you are the greatest invention of this century. You saved my life."
It was late at night, and the rocking chair creaked intermittently all night.
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Three days later, Lei Zhe held a grand banquet as he promised. Glory's most powerful lords gathered in the duke's mansion, and luxury carriages blocked the streets outside the mansion.
Some lords jumped out of the car and strode into the castle, with their eyes fixed on the front from the beginning to the end, with an astonishing momentum; Some lords laughed and waved at the onlookers, and finally asked their servants to open the box they were carrying and spilled a lot of copper coins.
When meeting such a lord, the crowd who came to watch the fun will scream in surprise, then raise their hands and shout in gratitude: "Dear Sir, you will live a long life! God bless you! God bless you!"
The unscrupulous children would emerge from the crowded crowd like little mice, frantically scramble for copper coins all over the floor, and scrambled to scramble into a ball, turning into a ferocious group of hyenas.
Some were cursing, some were frolicking, and some were kneeling on the ground and praying sincerely to God.
Seeing such a variety of living beings, the big lords who threw the money would laugh more happily. That's what they want - joy, sorrow, anger, fighting. This gives them the illusion that they are in control of everything.
Every guest is a famous lord, who is powerful and wealthy. Among such a group of people, Prince Andre can only show a humble attitude.
The major lords are actually the monarchs of the major states. Without their support, Glory would cease to exist, and the throne of king would be in vain. This truth, Prince Andrew still understands.
Standing on the balcony watching all this silently, Jian Qiao pointed at these people and asked in a low voice, "If I didn't have you, would I not even be eligible to be invited?"
"Yes." Lei Zhe was not worried at all about stabbed Mr. Earl's fragile self-esteem, and further said: "Here, you are just a little ant. It's so small, understand?" He grabbed his little finger with his thumb, Make a gesture.
Jane Joe: "… "
In desperation, he rolled his eyes at the childish ghost.
Lei Zhe pretended to be shocked and shouted: "Am I dazzled? In my mind, the most elegant and noble Earl of Huadu, he just rolled the most inelegant and unnoble eye at me! God! Nah, this is really disillusioning me."
In fact, he didn't feel disillusioned at all. Jian Qiao, who would show such a quirky expression to himself, was like a plant sleeping in the snowy field. When the bone-chilling frost was melted by the spring breeze, he grew clumps of green buds.
He is alive, with warmth, fragrance, and vigor. This is the real him, a little boy hiding under a heavy heart.
Lei Zhe walked around this Jian Qiao twice, sighing with a tsk tut in his mouth.
Jane Qiao rubbed her forehead, and seemed to dislike this man's ridicule and noise, but her eyes flashed brightly.
The two walked downstairs while sarcastic with each other, like a pair of old friends who have known each other for many years.
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Two hours later, Jane Qiao, who had established a good relationship with the major lords, walked to the quietest corner with a glass of red wine. He needs a good rest.
Lei Zhe walked towards him with a glass of juice and joked: "Your cheeks are as red as a monkey's butt, put down your glass and drink something else." After speaking, he replaced Jian Qiao's drink with juice.
"You are so kind." Jane Qiao supported her drowsy head with her hands and sighed gratefully.
Three simple words, no exaggerated rhetorical devices, and no ups and downs of tone particles, but it made Lei Zhe's heart pound.
"Where am I?" He spread his arms, put them on the back of the sofa, and indirectly embraced Jane Qiao in this sitting position.
Jian Qiao, who was unaware, leaned on the sofa, but in the eyes of others, she was leaning on Lei Zhe's arms. The intimacy between the two slowly grew stronger.
"You are fine wherever you are." Jane Qiao replied quickly.
However, Lei Zhe felt very dissatisfied: "You are perfunctory me. You have not thought about this question seriously at all. I will give you another chance, you have to answer it properly. Where am I good?"
For some reason, he cares about Jian Qiao's opinion. However, before that, many people had loudly scolded him as a devil in front of him, and said that they would curse him to hell every day for the rest of his life, but his heart was not shaken in the slightest.
It seems that he only cares about Jane Joe, which is really strange.
In his wild thoughts, he heard Jian Qiao's sigh of satisfaction: "It's not perfunctory, it's true. There is an ancient Eastern proverb, "Xi Shi is in the eyes of the lover. Xi Shi is a peerless beauty. When we love each other, Xi Shi is a peerless beauty. Even if the other party is ugly, we will think that he is the most beautiful one. You are not my lover, but you are my only, most important and most cherished friend. So, you are in my eyes It's the best."
Jane Qiao pointed to her dark pupils and emphasized again: "I can't see your shortcomings, because when my brain is thinking about you, my emotions inevitably overcome my reason."
Lei Zhe: "..."
For a split second, he almost uttered foul language. Do not misunderstand. Of course he couldn't scold Mr. Count, he just wanted to vent the heat that was running around in his heart with fierce words.
He licked the sharp tiger teeth, then couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright smile.
I don't know what to think, he suddenly asked: "Do you have a lover?"
Jian Qiao shook his head: "No."
Lei Zhe stared at Mr. Count's beautiful and unparalleled face, and continued to ask: "Have you ever been there before?"
"Never before." Jian Qiao continued to shake her head.
"Then do you want to find a lover in Grande to take back? The beauties here are more outstanding than the beauties anywhere." Lei Zhe's eyes were hideous with his bewitching words.
Jian Qiao refused without thinking: "no, there will be no lover. It's enough for me to have you."
He only wants friends, not lovers. Love is possession, strife and destruction. Love is the scariest thing in the world. Past experiences have repeatedly proved this argument to him.
Lei Zhe was stunned for a few seconds before realizing how ambiguous the count was. Although he could understand the original meaning of the sentence, his heart was still boiling. He picked up the glass and took a sip, his eyes sparkling.
Jian Qiao turned to look at him and asked curiously, "How many lovers have you had?"
A bright smile froze on Lei Zhe's face, and the drink he had not swallowed almost choked him. He quickly put on an impatient expression, waved his hand and said, "This issue will not be discussed."
Jane Joe squinted at him.
He scratched the tip of his nose awkwardly.
At this moment, Prince Andrew led a group of nobles over and asked enthusiastically: "Ray, it is said that you invited Garcia of Candace? Why didn't we see her?"
Men must possess wealth, power and status in order to cross the threshold of the ducal palace, but women are very different. As long as they have enough beautiful appearance, enough charming temperament, enough outstanding talent and prestige, they can be invited to any banquet.
To put it more bluntly, they are here to help the adults, and their status, status and wealth are naturally not important to them. They are just decorations for the party.
Garcia, in the mouth of Prince Andrea, was the first prostitute in Candas City. It is said that her beauty is enough to compete with the new favorite Lady Mia of Charles III.
Recently, she happened to travel to Grande, so she received an invitation from the Duke's Palace.
"Before the banquet started, she handed a message, saying that there was a delay, and she would arrive in the second half." Lei Zhe took out his pocket watch and looked at it, pondering: "I think she will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the banquet hall slowly opened, and a peerless beauty stepped on the plush carpet full of roses and walked in step by step. Her golden-red skirt was like a cloud stained with sunset, exuding a magnificent brilliance, and at the same time captured everyone's attention.
She stood at the door and looked around, her emerald eyes reflected the bright lights and the full house of guests. But the strange thing is that she clearly sees it, but she doesn't put anyone in her eyes.
Her arrogance, indifference and loneliness seem to be innate.
This kind of appearance is more grand than the presence of any great aristocrat.