Jane Qiao ran back to the hotel in a panic, and swirled around the room in a panic, saying, "It's too bad, it's too bad, everything sucks!"
I don't know what to think, he hurriedly ordered: "Pack up, let's leave early!"
Although the two footmen were full of confusion, they were busy packing their luggage.
At the same time, the sound of galloping horses came from outside the balcony. The sound of the hooves was fast and urgent, as if it were about to smash the stone slabs on the street.
Jane Qiao didn't need to run to the window to look at it to know that Lei Zhe must be chasing after him.
He hurriedly closed the door and pressed his back tightly.
After a while, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor outside, followed by a heavy breathing. It was a breath that only a ferocious and badly wounded beast could give.
"Jian Qiao, come out." Lei Zhe whispered.
Jian Qiao pressed the door panel even more nervously, not daring to say a word.
The two footmen also stopped packing their luggage and looked at the door uneasily.
"Do I just make you sick like that, um, Jane Joe? You'll feel sick when I kiss you?" Lei Zhe asked in a hoarse voice. If he listened carefully, there was even a hint of choking in his tone.
He has never been so sad!
Jane Qiao closed her eyes and shook her head gently.
No, not disgusting. I'm just... I'm just scared of the smell of blood.
He didn't say this explanation. He dared not communicate with the current Lei Zhe.
Lei Zhe, who couldn't get a response after waiting for a long time, laughed miserably, and said in an extremely suppressed tone: "Jian Qiao, give me a word! Or you can reject me completely and tell me that you can never love me. Get on me; or you promise me, we'll try to walk down together. Jane Joe, open the door, let me meet you, and let's have a good talk. Jane Joe! Don't go silent, don't say never meet! Here I have a clear answer, Jane Joe!"
In the end, he almost begged.
Jane Joe is still shaking his head.
There were tears in the corners of his slightly flushed eyes.
He can't. He couldn't make an accurate statement. He couldn't stab Lei Zhe's heart with the sharp blade of words, causing Le Zhe to fall into pain and despair; and he couldn't overcome his fear and step into the abyss he once swore never to step into.
Love is an abyss! Love is destined to disappear! But friendship doesn't, friendship can last forever. So, why destroy this friendship
This is the only friend he has ever had!
Jian Qiao's eyes were red and her nose was red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Lei Zhe waited for a while, but the room was still silent.
The silence made him more anxious than the fire.
"Come out! Let's talk face to face!" He slammed his fist on the door.
His huge force made Jane Qiao, who was clinging to the door panel, pounce forward.
Only then did the two male servants recover from their astonishment, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the master against the door together. An angry lion is not something they can handle. If Lei Zhe broke the door and broke in, what would happen tonight.
However, they were all wrong.
Lei Zhe only smashed the door panel and realized that there was a person behind the door, and that person must be Jian Qiao.
So, in an instant, this mad lion restrained his anxiety and unwillingness. He didn't throw the second punch, because he knew that if this punch was thrown, the door panel would be cracked, and the people behind the door would also be injured. Broken wood would scratch his pale cheeks, fear would fill his dark pupils.
Thinking of such a scene, Lei Zhe's incompetent and furious heart immediately softened.
He didn't move for a long time, but his heavy breathing came one after another.
The intricate patterns inlaid with iron and copper wire on the door scratched his fist, causing him to gush blood.
Seeing the blood, he finally took two steps back and said with great despair, "I'm leaving, we'll talk when you calm down."
He paused for a moment, as if adjusting his rapid breathing and his almost bursting mood.
Then he took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the door and floor.
His heart of wanting to protect Jane Qiao has never changed, even at this time.
The sound of heavy footsteps went farther and farther, and Jane Qiao, who was hiding behind the door, slid down the door and sat on the ground, inserted her fingers into her hair, and pulled helplessly.
His only and only friend who has the same soul, just lost it
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Jane Qiao spent three days writing farewell letters to the lords she knew, but she didn't know what to write to Lei Zhe.
Any language is pale and meaningless. He knew how to make that person despair, but he couldn't bear it; he also knew how to make that person ecstatic, but he couldn't.
Facing the empty stationery, Jane Qiao almost worried about her gray hair.
He covered his face and let out a low whimper.
[My dearest friend—]
This line of text was written after he considered it for several days, and its ink has long been dry.
At the same time, Lei Zhe also spent three days writing letters, but not to Jian Qiao.
"Give away these letters and these paintings, don't confuse them." Lei Zhe said in a hoarse voice.
The butler took a box of letters, bowed to the promise, and then asked the servants to pack the hundreds of beautiful pictures one by one, paste them with addresses, and return them to the masters in the pictures. They used to be Lei Zhe's confidantes, and even if they broke up, they still maintained a friendly relationship.
But now, Lei Zhe is cutting the last barrier between him and them.
His heart has been occupied by someone, completely, full, and without gaps.
He waited for the man to crush the heart or make it beat again.
"There are still some portraits that have lost their owners. They either perished or disappeared. What are you going to do with these pictures?" the butler reminded.
"Then burn it." Lei Zhe said without hesitation.
At this moment, someone came from the palace, the entourage of Queen Mo An.
Lei Zhe entered the palace that night.
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The next day, the two male servants who went outside to help the master deliver the farewell letter hurried back and said excitedly, "Sir, don't be afraid, Lord Lei Zhe will not come to harass you! He is getting married!"
"What?" With a bunch of messy hair, Jian Qiao, who was lying on the table and worried about a blank letter, suddenly raised her head.
"He, he's getting married?" Jian Qiao opened her mouth, and a mass of extremely bitter stuff rushed into her throat.
The bitterness made him inexplicable and made him hesitant.
"Yes, marry the eldest princess Chrissy of the Principality of Orson. This is an absolute strong marriage! It is said that the matchmaker is still Queen Moan. Princess Chrissy has arrived in Grande, and she is going to hold the wedding here. "
As soon as the servant's voice fell, the sound of a mighty motorcade running over the street came from outside the window, accompanied by the long-sounding horn and the majestic bell and drum of the tower, the momentum was very grand.
The swarming crowd followed the motorcade running and shouting, as if celebrating the festival.
"Here she is." The servant pushed open the window and pointed outside.
Jane Joe walked over and looked down.
It was an endless procession, driven by dozens of luxury carriages in front, followed by hundreds of heavily armed knights, and on the high flagpole fluttered a golden flag embroidered with red roses and long sword.
That is the emblem of the Duchy of Orson.
The carriage in the front turned out to be an open top. A woman in Chinese clothes sat on a blood-red velvet sofa and gently waved to the people on both sides of the street.
She was blond, blue-eyed, snow-skinned, red-lipped, and resplendent. Like Lei Zhe, she is the most dazzling existence.
There was no smile at the corner of her mouth, but her brows and eyes were relaxed and natural. Even when she first came to the most powerful city-state of Totes, she never felt nervous. The way she greeted the people was so arrogant and careless, as if this was her territory.
Of course, if she married Lei Zhe, this was indeed her territory.
Her chin was slightly raised, her eyes were cold, and her body was filled with the same confidence, publicity and arrogance as Lei Zhe.
They are one kind of people.
Jian Qiao looked at the woman for a moment, her hands gripping the railing on the balcony at some point. When Lei Zhecha heard the news of the marriage at this time, he should have breathed a sigh of relief, but the lake of his heart that was constantly stirring up a higher wave.
He didn't feel relieved at all, on the contrary, he was even more flustered.
He turned his head away and fled into the house in embarrassment.
For some reason, he didn't want to see this woman.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and the voice of the calm and arrogant butler from the duke's residence came from outside: "Mr. Count, I'm here to give a gift on behalf of my master, please accept this painting. "
Jian Qiao's footman was more relieved, and said softly: "He must have come to return your portrait. It is said that in order to prove his loyalty to Princess Chrissy, Lord Lei Zhe has returned all his pictures of beauties. , if he couldn't find the owner, he burned it directly. He attaches great importance to his future wife, now you can rest assured."
Jian Qiao responded in a hoarse voice, but her thoughts were in a mess.
He opened the door and took the painting over.
The butler bent slightly, counted as a salute, and then left silently.
Jane Qiao sent back the two male servants, locked the door again, and then lifted the white cloth on the painting.
Sure enough, this is the "Danae". The teenager who was imprisoned in the dark obtained the double release of his body and soul because of a beam of light. Every stroke on the painting is full of Lei Zhe's nowhere to vent his desires.
This desire is entangled in the young man, just as Lei Zhe's words soaked in crazy love echoed in Jian Qiao's mind.
But in just a few days, all the madness came to an abrupt end. That confession never seemed to happen, and Lei Zhe completely disappeared from Jian Qiao's life.
As long as Jane Qiao burns this painting, all traces will be wiped out, and he can return to his past life without trouble.
Jian Qiao stared at the painting in a daze, and when she regained her senses, she quickly covered it with a white cloth, and then Empress Cang stepped back, rubbing her hands, as if scalded by fire. He blinked his sore eyes, and a few tears came out.
"Cotton, take this picture—"
When he made up his mind to really burn the painting, he couldn't even give a complete order. His voice was low like muttering to himself.
Finally, he sat down in the rocking chair, covered his pale face, and let out a distressed and broken breath.
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Lei Zhe was busy preparing for the wedding, and Jian Qiao's footman also slowed down his packing.
Two days later, everything was packed.
Just when Jane Qiao put on his coat and was about to step out the door, an order came from the palace, ordering him to take his knight to the barracks in the suburbs to report immediately.
Glory is about to go to war with another mighty empire, after Prince André led his army trespassing on the country's territory to hunt and slaughter a village in the country.
There are more than 300 villagers in the village, ranging from the elderly to infants, and none of them survive.
This is definitely something Andre can do.
Where did the glory and power of the nobility come from? from war.
The territory that each nobleman acquired from the king was accumulated by the merits of war. Jane Joe's ancestors are no exception.
If they want to keep or expand their territory, then they must heed the king's call to win every war.
This is an undeniable responsibility.
And now, the responsibility falls on Jane Joe.
Jane Joe has never been on the battlefield, but he can imagine what will happen to him. He had a fever after a rain, fell ill after a while of wind, and even lost consciousness when he saw blood. He would definitely die on the front line!
Without the enemy's butcher's knife falling, he could scare himself to death.
Jian Qiao, who was afraid of death, held the conscription letter in her hand, shaking like leaves in the autumn wind. He began to suspect that this was the retribution he got for hurting Lei Zhe.