The private treasure of the president of the wealthy family Ⅰ

Chapter 529 Jenny From 1455 to 1485, the British Lancashire Dynasty and the York Dynasty broke out-a civil war for the English throne, known as the War of the Roses in history!The name originated from the red rose and the white rose, the two royal family crests.

After decades of brutal and intense civil war, countless princes and dukes participated in the battle for the throne, resulting in countless deaths and smoke everywhere! !

On that day, the goose feathers were snowing heavily, and the entire mountain forest was covered with continuous white snow in the icy jungle. The black castle opened suddenly, and the leading knight, dressed in imperial gold armor and holding a long sword, rode on a galloping white horse. , behind him the battle flag was fluttering in the wind, and a white rose pattern was shining magnificently in front of everyone! !

King Henry VI personally led the queen to hold high the banner, greeted them personally, and ordered the York family to be killed!

All of a sudden, in the wilderness, there was the sound of battle howls one after another, the war horses roared, the members of the two royal families roared and screamed, each swung their long swords mercilessly, blood dripped everywhere, dyeing the white snow red!

Among them, a knight of the York family, dressed in platinum armor, is the most heroic. He holds a long sword and rides on a snow horse. He kills countless soldiers of the Lancaise family at a rapid and swift speed. Wherever he goes, the blood is terrifying. Straight splash!

Countless soldiers retreated one after another! !

He continued to roar, and then waved the ruby ​​long sword inlaid with the pliers, and with the momentum of chasing the wind, he swung the sword and chopped off the soldiers of the Lancaise family. , slashed left and right to kill countless soldiers of the York family. Seeing him wearing platinum armor with a white rose logo, his eyes became hot, he waved a long sword in his hand, and with a sound of riding, he kicked the horse's legs hard, and his body flew away. At the same time, the horizontal sword slashed straight to his neck! !

The war horse roared to the sky!

He vomited blood, waved his long sword in his hand, and repelled the soldiers who were attacking the siege. The horse broke through the encirclement and galloped forward. Fell into the snowy mountains and forests! !

The terrain in the forest is dangerous, and the road in the forest goes down more and more, and finally it turns out to be a cliff! !

In order to protect its owner, the war horse realized that it was going straight to the cliff. Seeing a century-old tree in front of it, it could not close its legs, so it hissed for the last time. The horse's head hit the tree pole head-on. Lying on the snow, the helmet fell out, a handsome and beautiful face, facing the sky, pure gold long and curly hair, revealing his noble blood, deep eyes lightly closed upwards, the sharp eagle nose, but revealing a little tenderness , the thin lips opened slightly, and flakes of white snow fell...

The horse's body was lying on the snow, covered with blood. The horse's head stuck to the snow, with big round black eyes wide open, looking at its master lying on the snow, motionless, but the blood was flowing from his steel armor. , overflowing... The horse wanted to hiss and call its master, but lost all strength, and finally had to close its eyes gently, accepting God's arrangement...

At this time, the sky was full of snow again, the dusk gradually fell, the hissing finally stopped, and finally the white rose fluttered impressively as when it came, and returned with a victory, but the man with the purest aristocratic blood, in During this war, mysteriously disappeared.

In the outside world, the York army took advantage of the victory and entered London, but the world of mountains and forests was filled with silence, only the sound of snow drifting quietly remained.

The night came in an instant, completely burying the man's last trace of blood.

War has always been to ask God for peace with the soul.

Baixue, maybe it's God's tears, in this war, how many innocent souls died in battle, this kind of peace, maybe ordinary people really don't understand.

This snow fell for two full days and two nights, and stopped in another dark night. The moon was hanging high in the cold wind, and the silver light fell in the forest, but it was getting colder and colder.

The war horse had already been buried in the snow, but he fell on the small hill, accepting the last sympathy of God. When the snow fluttered on his body, there was always a gust of cold wind, blowing it away. The snow on his body, the snow falling on his lips, gradually melted, like the nectar of God, gradually overflowing into his body...

Just like that, for two days and two nights, he relied on this little nectar to support his life.

At night, the wind was so strong that it blew up countless fine snows on the ground, and the moon gradually disappeared into the clouds.

Black, very black.

Until, there was a sound of gentle footsteps stepping on the snow in the distance, and even a little bit of starlight came, but the starlight was not as fast and gentle as it said.

As the light spot approached, a gentle shadow really appeared on the white snowy ground and in the dark forest. She had dark red long curly hair, and her forehead was fastened with long thin braids. Wearing a snow-white but old dress with lantern sleeves, the long sleeves even reached to her thighs, and she was wearing a black robe, holding a lantern, jumping over the snow and walking towards this side, her eyes were slightly blue, Gentle as water, with a pointed high nose, a few freckles, pink red lips, red from pain, and pink dots on the whole originally flawless face...

She continued to carry the red lantern and was about to pass through the forest, but when she passed a small hill, she suddenly stumbled, she let out a soft cry, and threw herself on the snow——

"Oh, this damn snow..." She supported the soft snow, was about to stand up, picked up the lantern that luckily hadn't been extinguished, and wanted to swear slightly, but the moment she turned around, she actually used Turning on the light, she saw a man lying on the snow, most of his body was covered, only a handsome face was exposed, she screamed in fright... "Oh my God!! Who is this? Is he dead?"

She hastily pulled off her hat, put it on her head, held a lantern in her hand, lowered her head and hurriedly walked forward, her feet creaked on the soft snow, and the long lace skirt swept across the snow, gurgling sound……

After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped with a lantern in her hand. At this time, a gust of wind blew and snow fell. She blinked her gentle eyes, and felt that the man seemed not dead. She turned around instantly and looked at him with a bit of taboo. To that man, white snow gradually covered his face again, as if it was about to bury his life. This girl, with a little kindness and tenacity in her blue eyes, breathed out a gesture, and then still set off a long wave. She walked in front of him through the heavy snow, lifted the lantern, and saw the handsome face of this man in the snow, which was still so handsome in the snow, her eyes blinked lightly, stretched out The long white hands gently landed on his nose, and she found that there was still some warmth. Her eyes lit up in surprise, she quickly threw the red lantern, knelt on the snow, stretched out her tender hands, Desperately digging the snow off this man's body...

"Hi!! hey!! Are you okay?" She nervously dug up the white snow covering his body, looked worriedly at him as if he was in a deep sleep, breathed out again, and then desperately dug him up The snow on my body...

"Hey!! Are you okay?" She continued to dig the snow on his body, but found that her hands gradually touched the hard armor on his body, and he had pure gold curly hair reaching his shoulders, only people above knights , to have long hair over shoulders, and his pure golden curly hair... The more she was puzzled, the more she braved the severe cold, knelt on the ground, dug up the snow covering him, let the wind blow, the snow fell On her reddish-gold curls, on her oval face, and between her pretty nose...

"Hi!" Her hands were almost frozen, she raised her head and saw that he was still asleep, and remembered what the owner of the garden said, brave warriors don't faint or die, they just fall asleep, she His eyes flashed cleverly and gently, but subconsciously took another mouthful of brave mist, suddenly stretched out his small fist that was frozen red, wiped it on his body, and then slammed it on his face, closing his eyes. Eyes punched! !

"Ah!!" A voice came, and the man actually woke up, with a painful expression on his face, and took a deep breath.

She smiled in surprise.

At this time, the heavy snow was still falling. There was a gentle girl who did not know that at the other end of the forest, she broke off two big branches. She gritted her teeth and endured the severe cold, took off the man's armor, and then lifted him up. Into the densely packed branches and leaves, pulling him forward step by step on this cold night, the little orange-red lantern moved with difficulty among the trees.

The snow fell lightly, the world suddenly changed, and the Yorkists marched on to London and were about to become kings.

The next morning, the sun was too bright!

A grape grove stretching far into the distance covered several hillsides, and the branches with fallen leaves were sealed with cloth strips. In my heart, red wine is the nectar bestowed by God to mankind.

A woman, wearing a snow-blue half-length old long dress, combed two long braids, white pearl flowers were inserted in the braids, and then twisted back, she was like a winter blue butterfly, setting off her long hair. Just put on a long skirt, put the red wine that just arrived in France into a small bottle, and walk to the manor...

"Mr. Charles!" She happily rushed into the owner's room with a red wine bottle in her hand. When she was about to report, she saw a man, nearly forty years old, wearing a snow-sleeved shirt, holding a man who had taken off his shirt. The woman in the top half of her body was hugging on the sofa, biting off her pink breasts, and the woman was panting with her face up...

Jenny couldn't help screaming, she was not the gardener's wife, but the viscount's mistress!

Then, as expected, Jenny was whipped again, beat her hard, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and walked out of the room.

"Oh! Damn it!!" The black slave came over holding a snack, saw Jenny being beaten again, and said with pity, "Your two sisters have gone to the ball held by the Duke, but you are here Get beaten."

Jenny didn't make a sound, but just held up the long skirt, let the snow-white lace strips in the sleeves fly in the air, and walked quickly to the kiln.In this vineyard that is about to be forgotten, it seems that she is the only favorite.

The underground kiln was small and locked by a wooden door. She carefully carried the wine bottle, unlocked it, walked into the kiln, and saw a dying man leaning against the wine barrel, continuing to fall into a drowsy sleep. Putting on the long skirt, she immediately squatted beside him, with a gentle light in her blue eyes, and smuggled him into the vineyard last night, not daring to walk around, so she had to send him, who was drowsy, into the vineyard. In the cellar! !

"Hey?" She squatted beside him, reaching out her hand to call him softly.

However, he continued to fall into a deep sleep, his curly hair drooping, and that noble aura exuded.

She continued to look at him for a long time, and suddenly she had no choice but to hold the wine bottle in her hand tightly, suddenly opened the wine cap, lifted his little face lightly, and wanted to pour some warm wine into him...

Reluctantly, crimson blood flowed from his mouth.

She looked at him anxiously for a long time, but finally raised her red wine helplessly, and took a big sip by herself, then bent down, gently held his resolute face, stared at him hesitantly for a long time, and finally made a decision, Kissed his thin lips lightly, moved her face slightly, and gradually poured the wine into his lips...

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