Versailles Wild Rose

"They are too young, don't let them go such a long way." The journey is long, and anything can happen along the way.

"Children can't see their parents." When I think of the poor boys, who are only a few months old, and can't see their biological father or mother, it breaks my heart.

Abigail misses the kids, too.But it's not like she can't live without her child, so she had to say, "If Your Majesty doesn't pursue my affairs anymore, I will definitely go back in a few years."

"But what if you have a child with Lance? You can't run on both sides."

"Let's talk later."

"In short, you have to live a good life. Your happiness and interests are the most important. If you don't like Lance, you can take your children back to France, and I will pick you up."

She laughed, "My brother said something strange again. If I have Adrian's child, how can I take it away? Don't always think about things that haven't happened. I will live a good life."

Claude was worried, "You don't have your own manpower or servants in Madrid. I'm worried. You have to keep in touch with your uncle. We have two cousins ​​at the uncle's house. Both of them are married well, so we must keep in touch." come and go."

Abigail is not worried. If she doesn't have a loyal servant, she will spend money on it. After all, she is not short of money now. "I see."

"I will pick a few young attendants to send them to your side." Claude puffed up his chest, "Now I am also an earl, and some of the young noble children under my father's domain have already arrived in Paris, as well as some teenagers from the Lorraine family , I can pick a few stable and good swordsmanship and send them over."

This is very practical.

"Okay, you can figure it out. Don't worry about money. If you need money, you can ask His Highness or Reinho for it. Penasson should also be willing to give money. Your Highness said to give me 10 a year to raise the children. You remember to ask him for money."

Claude couldn't help laughing, "I won't forget."

After negotiating the marriage contract, Adrian was finally released.

The knights of the Marquis escorted him all the way to San Sebastián.

"Abigail" just arrived at the gate of the villa on the horse, jumped off the horse in a hurry, flicked the rein, and rushed into the gate.

Abigail is fishing in the pool in the courtyard.Arabic-style buildings like to make water landscapes in the courtyard, a pool that is flush with the ground, planted with water lilies, and stocked with oriental koi.The koi was given by the Marquis of Elvira. It has been raised for many years and is very fat. If it is fed with food, it will swarm to compete for food.

A 10-year-old maid took a piece of bread, and from time to time tore off a small piece of bread and threw it into the pool. The fat and gorgeous koi shook their heads and tails, chasing the bread.

Abigail used a net to catch fish, but the net was small, and each koi could weigh 2 pounds. They jumped out of the net with a wag of their tail and fell back into the pool.

Koi are ornamental fish, I don’t know why she wants to catch fish, but Adrian doesn’t care about it at all, he hurriedly approached, “What are you playing with?”

She looked up at him and smiled at him, "Fishing fish. Look." She pointed to the koi in the pool, "There are a lot of fish here"

"Do you want to eat fish?"

She smiled without saying a word, stretched out her hand, and pushed him into the sink.

The pool is not deep, only up to his waist.Standing in the pool, he was angry at the sudden teasing at first, but when he saw her smile, he felt that she was just teasing him.

He stretched out his hand, "You come down to play too."

She shook her head, "No. You see, the fish are scared away by you."

Koi have fled in all directions.

He picked a pale pink water lily at random, "For you."

"Thank you." She directed the male servant, "pull the young master up quickly."

There is an Arabian-style sheepskin tent by the pool, with no cover on all sides, and colorful gauze hanging, which flutters when the wind blows.

Under the tent was a thick Arabian wool rug, on which sat a fair-haired French beauty with velvet pillows under her arms, and in front of her was a huge golden fruit bowl containing some fruits, pomegranates, grapes, citrus, and figs.

She was picking up a fig and putting it into her mouth, and took a bite. The fresh fig was very sweet and refreshing.

Adrian stood outside the tent and watched her for a while.

She looked at him too.After a while, he smiled and said, "Come here."

He approached her and sat down.

"What have you been doing for three weeks?"

"Read books and ride horses, practice swordsmanship and marksmanship."

"anything else"

He turned his face away shyly, "I still miss you, I'm really afraid that you will regret it all of a sudden."

It's normal for a young boy to be anxious.

She picked up a fig and brought it to his lips.He opened his mouth and bit it.

She stretched out her finger and pointed to her face, and he leaned over to her, kissing her face lightly.

She smiled happily, "Say, what do you think of me?"

"It's easy to say, I want to see you every day, I want to write several letters to you every day, and I want to tell you everything." He said aggrievedly, "Why did you only answer so few letters to me?" "

"Oh, the number of replies is not the point, isn't the point that I keep replying to you?"

"So do you miss me?"

"I thought about it. I thought you were locked up again." She teased him, "But you are about to get married, and I promise I won't lock you up at home casually."

He thought it must be teasing him.He held her waist, "Are you making fun of me?"

"Yeah, you're so funny." She dodged a few times and gave up resisting, "We'll get married here, what do you say?"

"This is your house."

"Don't worry about it. I like this villa very much. I don't want to move. The Marquis said that he will give us a villa after we get married, but I have visited it and I don't like it. We will live here, and we will be raised here in the future. child, what do you say?"

he blushed, "kid"

"Do you know how children come from?"

"know."

"How Others Taught You"

"There is no need to teach this kind of thing." He said vaguely in embarrassment.

"What a fool." She said kindly and gently, "I will teach you well on the night we get married. Now, I have a picture book here, do you want to read it with me?"

Adrian didn't know what picture book it was at first, but he knew it after a few seconds.

He muttered, "These paintings are not good-looking at all. No matter men or women, the paintings are too ugly."

"Have you ever seen a picture album with beautiful paintings?" She asked intentionally.

"No. But I've seen real people."

"Where did I see it"

"Brothel." Some friends gave him a live performance, and he was stunned when he saw it.However, the general problem of real people is still ugly, very ugly.

But he is a man with a healthy body and a sexual orientation of a woman. Of course he will have erotic dreams at night, and since meeting Abigail, the object of erotic dreams is her without exception.When he imagined her appearance under him, he was often very excited.

She must be beautiful, and having sex with her must be beautiful, as they keep saying, bliss on earth.

He was eagerly looking forward to the day of the wedding.

The wedding takes place on the last weekend of October.

Those who came to watch the ceremony were close relatives and close friends of the two families, and there were not many guests.

A simple ceremony was held in a nearby church. Abigail wore a full set of ruby ​​jewelry presented by the Marquis, which complemented her white skin and red lips, making her extremely charming.

The guests only knew that the bride was the French niece of the Oropesa family, but they didn't know anything else. They were surprised that the child of the Elvira family who wanted to be a priest had changed his mind, and all lamented that the beauty is more attractive.

Before they joked about what kind of beauty it would be to win back a boy who wholeheartedly served God.Now that I really saw Abigail, I feel that only such a beauty has such a charming charm.

A young girl's beauty is an invincible weapon that can elevate her class, and it is said that her family background is very good, her father is an earl, and her family is well-connected, so she is a better match.

The wedding banquet was very lively and lasted from evening to late night.The bride could not attend her own wedding reception and went upstairs early.

I took a shower, changed into a nightgown, and fell asleep.

"Abby." The boy's clear and clean voice.

She woke up.

"is it you"

"it's me."

"It's so bright." She took off her blindfold, and the light from the candlestick hurt her eyes.

Three-headed candlestick, snuffing out a candle.

A head of blond hair was scattered on the pillow, shining like gold threads.

"Abby." He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. "We're married, aren't we?"

"It seems so."

"Ah," he sighed in a low voice, "it's like a dream."

He is so cute.

"From today, you are mine." A strong joy escaped from his chest.

"No, I'm not yours, I'm mine, and you, you're mine." She closed her eyes and said in a daze.

That didn't seem to make any difference. "I'm yours."

He pulled down the shoulder straps of her nightdress, revealing her small and lovely shoulders.He was so excited that he was about to faint, and turned his face away.

Her skin is white and beautiful.

It was the beautiful ketone body he had seen in his sleep.

She opened her eyes and touched his arm, "what's wrong with you?"

"What will I do"

"You really can't?"

He nodded, then quickly shook his head.

Men can't "won't" and they can't "no".This is a question of masculinity.

"look at me."

He turned away shyly and nervously.

Eleven months later, San Sebastián.

It was the summer of 1660, the last day of August.

A slanting sun hangs in the sky, and the colorful clouds reflect it. It is a sunny day.

A group of knights galloped towards the door of an Arabian-style villa before stopping suddenly.

The young man in charge flew off his horse, hurried into the villa, and quickly walked past the pool in the courtyard, regardless of the servants' obstruction.

Behind him, his entourage stopped the servant.

The servants cried out in dismay.Soon, two young aristocratic boys came out of the villa. Before they could draw out their long swords, they were pointed at their throats with long swords.

The maids didn't care about this unexpected guest, they were busy going in and out.The man stops a maid and asks "where's madam" in Spanish

The maid said in a panic, "Madam is upstairs."

"What happened here?"

"Madam is giving birth. Let go, I still have work to do." The maid was very anxious with the kettle in her hand.

The man followed the maid up the stairs, through the rooms, until he reached the outside of the maternity ward.

The Madame barely cried out, which was a little different from the scenes he knew of women giving birth.He was very preoccupied, thinking that he could only watch her secretly when she gave birth for the first time, and when she gave birth for the second time.

The author has something to say, today I will talk about why most authors care about bad reviews.In fact, for paying readers, there are always a few who are willing to speak. It is good to have 1100 at ordinary times, and it will soar to 110 in the case of red envelopes or show operations, but still the vast majority of readers are very cold and ruthless. Yes, just leave after reading it, don't give the author a look, let alone a rainbow fart.

So in this case, there is a high probability that the negative review will be seen by the author.Most of the authors are glass-hearted and will be very concerned about bad reviews.Thanks to the silent majority at this time.It may also be related to the education generally accepted by Chinese people. They are not good at expressing their likes, so I think it’s fine for me to use subscription support, but I have to say my love. If you don’t say it, how will others know.

This is the typical principle of "crying children get milk". Only those who can cry can be heard.Also known as "speaker bias", you must speak to be heard.So the bizarre incident of a fanatical fan assassinating the president will not be forgotten.In fact, it’s hard not to care about bad reviews. A certain treasure seller will chase after you to change a good review after giving a neutral review. The author doesn’t have this ability, so he can only complain about it.

Maybe I have to learn to ignore bad reviews until there are thousands of comments on this popular article every day. At that time, I may be scolded for not reading the comment area.

As for the writing of the author's classmate, which is too "dry", writing about clothes and jewelry is said to be useless details, writing too much.Well, in fact, I have also been sprayed by people before that I don’t like to write the details of clothing and jewelry, and I feel that the characters are like streaking.Do you think it is too difficult for the author, it is wrong to write, and it is wrong not to write.What can I do? Regarding the criticism of the author's detailed description and writing style, I don't care about it. My writing style is very good.

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