A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

Witnessing a bloody duel, Jian Qiao fell ill.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, his health was very poor, cold, hot summer, or big mood swings could make him uncomfortable.But he still chose to live on, no matter how difficult and difficult it was.

He has stepped into desperation twice, so he understands better than anyone how terrible death is.

"My lord, I am very worried that you will faint during the banquet. You look terrible now." The red-haired manservant muttered worriedly while helping Jane Qiao dress.

"If you faint, how rude! Is there any way to cancel this trip?" The brown-haired manservant brought a pair of well-polished boots.

Jian Qiao covered her hot forehead with a towel soaked in ice water, and waved her hands weakly: "No one can refuse the king's banquet. Prepare me a bottle of smelling salts, I think I should be able to persist."

He had a high fever, as if a pot of boiling water was boiling in his mind, and the scalding heat was flying around, making every muscle of him ache.

To be honest, he really didn't have the confidence to last the entire field.

"If I feel like I'm going to pass out, I'll go to the lounge right away. I shouldn't make a fool of myself," he murmured.

The carriage came, and two footmen had to help him up.

The dazed Jian Qiao didn't know how she got into the banquet hall.He always holds a bottle of smelling salts in his hand, and he smells them when he needs them. The pungent smell can restore him to clarity for a while.In a daze, the attendants brought him in front of Charles III and Queen Mo'an.

He immediately half-kneeled to profess his loyalty to Charles III, and the huge treasure he offered made the extravagant king laugh.

Charles III's body was thinner than Jane Qiao's, and his deep purple lips revealed his extremely poor health.If he continues to live without restraint, he will soon meet God.

Jane Qiao guessed right, Glory was in the midst of a changing situation.

After straightening up, Jian Qiao held Queen Mo An's slightly outstretched hand, and placed a pious and light kiss on the back of her white jade hand.

Queen Mo An smiled and said a few words to him, and the light blue gemstone inlaid on her crown was the angel's tears sent by Jian Qiao.This shows that she accepted Jian Qiao's surrender.

Just looking at each other, the two have reached a certain tacit understanding.

There are still many nobles waiting to meet the king and queen, so Jian Qiao must leave.Empress Mo An prepared a referrer for him, such a move is undoubtedly considerate.

Without a big aristocrat with a prominent background as a referrer, Jian Qiao couldn't integrate into this flashy vanity fair at all.He could only stand there in embarrassment, drinking one cup after another.

During this process, some people would take the initiative to talk to him, but such people were in the same situation as him, they were marginal people who were not accepted by Vanity Fair.Staying with them will not bring any benefits to Jian Qiao, 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 insert a few words.In that way, though, he'd be the clown of the party in no time.

Queen Mo An obviously considered Jane Qiao's situation, so the referrer she prepared for him was Duke Lewis.This old man over sixty years old is very prestigious throughout Totes, and he is a great lord on par with the Duke of Grande.

Cardinals, princes, lords of all parties, and important ministers of the country, as long as Jane Qiao wants to get acquainted, Duke Lewis can help him integrate into these circles that ordinary people think are unattainable.

This is the benefit of that "angel's tear".

Jane Qiao is very satisfied with this.As he walked towards the banquet hall side by side with Duke Lewis, he found himself locked on by a dangerous gaze.

Following this gaze, he found Lei Zhe without any surprise.Holding a glass of champagne, the man stood with a group of extremely luxuriously dressed nobles.

These people seem so out of place with the people around them.

For the sake of their own decency, all guests will have every button on their clothes buttoned; every wrinkle ironed; every strand of hair combed.Brightness, cleanliness, elegance and nobility are the spiritual outlook they try to express.

But this group of people was different. Their clothes were half-opened, their hair was disheveled, they were drinking and laughing loudly.The gentle and affectionate noble ladies circled around; the courteous and considerate attendants followed; the charming and graceful actors crawled over.

A large group of people surrounded them, flattered them, and gave them supreme happiness.

They are so free and unrestrained.

From this, Jian Qiao has deduced that this group of people must be the most powerful nobles in the entire Totes continent.They have everything, so they can do whatever they want.

Sure enough, Duke Lewis glanced at the group of people, and said in a low voice: "The man standing beside Lei Zhe is the king's younger brother, Prince Andre. If the king is unable to have an heir in his lifetime, he will be the first heir." .”

Jian Qiao blinked, and soon realized the importance of this Prince Andre.

How long will Charles III live?The answer to the question is already in everyone's mind.

And Andre also understands that he has a 90.00% possibility of becoming the next king.If he tightly controlled the women around Charles III and tried everything to prevent them from getting pregnant, then he would 100% get the throne.

Jian Qiao looked at Prince Andre carefully, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.Judging from this man's words and deeds, he is more extravagant and extravagant than Charles III.

At this moment, Lei Zhe raised his wine glass to Jian Qiao.

Duke Lewis asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go and get to know them?"

Jian Qiao bowed slightly to pay Lei Zhe back, and then refused: "No, please take me around first."

The breath of that group of people was both warm and crazy, something he would never be able to blend in with.

Just looking at it from a distance, Jian Qiao already started to have a headache.

Duke Lewis appreciated: "You made a correct decision. Prince Andrew is a madman. If he likes you, he will use the strongest wine to get drunk. If he doesn't like you, he will expel you immediately. Banquet. So, we should see him last."

Jian Qiao's pace faltered slightly, and then she felt a strong palpitation.Prince Andrei definitely wanted to see him, but his body couldn't bear the other party's warm hospitality at all.

Refusing to drink will offend the future king, and not refusing to drink will make you seriously ill.How should I choose this question?

Jian Qiao gently turned the protective ring on her thumb, her expression looked calm, but her heart was already flustered.

He walked around with Duke Lewis and made many contacts, but he still couldn't figure out how to deal with Prince Andre.

What should come will always come, and in the end, the two stood in front of Prince Andre.

"You are the Earl of Huadu? The legend really does not match the reality." Prince Andre said vaguely.

Jian Qiao's heart skipped a beat.He didn't know what he looked like in the legend, and whether he would provoke the disgust of these people in reality.

Prince Andre suddenly held Jian Qiao's right hand, rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth on the back of his hand, and said in a low tone: "Honey, you are more beautiful than the legend. Do you know, when I saw you, I I actually feel that my eyes are bright. Tonight you must stay and have a drink with me, I really hate seeing you too late."

It can be seen that he likes Jian Qiao very much, and his ambiguous behavior is beyond the limit of normal communication.

Jian Qiao immediately realized that Prince Andre's sexuality seemed to be different from others.He likes men.If he really stayed and drank with him, and got drunk, Jian Qiao could imagine what would happen next.

What's more, Jian Qiao has reached her limit now.His forehead was hot, there was a fire in his throat, and every cell in his body was suffering from pain.

If he had a glass of wine, he would definitely lose half his life.

Jian Qiao thought hard 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 Qiao was stunned.Only when kissing the hand, the other party will take the initiative to extend his hand, but this kind of etiquette only exists between men and women.

Lei Zhe shouldn't be gender-disordered, right?However, this is an absolutely impossible situation. How could a male lion lie down on someone else?

Jian Qiao felt dizzy even more.

He has no idea what he looks like now.He buttoned his collar to the top, his tight-fitting black dress pinched his waist tightly, and his long boots wrapped his slender and straight legs. His strict and elegant dress made him ascetic as a monk.

But at the same time, his lips, cheeks, and the corners of his eyes were stained crimson due to the high heat, and there was a glint of water in his pupils, clearly looking at others seriously and intently, but his eyes seemed so blurred.

This is the expression that a goblin would show, holy but also demonic.

Lei Zhe stared at Jian Qiao fiercely, as if he wanted to eat people.

Jian Qiao was still in a daze.The ignorant expression added a bit of innocence to him.

Lei Zhe suddenly snatched Jian Qiao's hand from Prince Andre's, put it to his lips, and branded a long kiss.He even stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the hot back of Jian Qiao's hand.

The slippery touch finally woke 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 nobleman who owns a territory, it is very humiliating to be molested by another nobleman as a woman.What's more, this is still on 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 Andrey thought he was a kindred spirit, so he laughed excitedly.

The most honorable people all laughed, and the people around them naturally laughed too.

Jian Qiao's face was completely gloomy.He could no longer wear a gentle mask to deal with this group of dissolute people, so he immediately turned and left.

He wiped the back of his licked hand vigorously as he walked, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Duke Lewis could fully understand his feelings, so he comforted him: "You go back first, otherwise they will pester you all night. Queen Moan has already left, and everyone doesn't want to stay. No one will blame you."

Jian Qiao looked around, only to find that after Empress Mo An left, many high-ranking nobles also left, leaving only a group of extravagant and lustful dudes in the banquet hall.

"Then I will take my leave first, thank you for taking care of me, and we will meet again next time." Jian Qiao said gratefully.

Duke Lewis patiently relieved him a few more words, and then personally sent him to the parking lot outside.

After closing the car door tightly to block the prying eyes of the outside world, Jian Qiao immediately collapsed in the chair.Every breath he exhaled was filled with scorching sparks, and beads of sweat evaporated into white mist, bubbling 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 handkerchief, a quilt, and maybe a bucket for his vomit.

He was hot and cold, and the pain was unbearable.

He wanted to call the servants and ask them to bring warm water, ice handkerchiefs, 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 scalding air, two servants opened the car door and delivered a bottle of warm water, a bucket of ice cubes, a wet towel, and a soft quilt.

The dying Jane Qiao was rescued.With an ice handkerchief on his forehead, a quilt wrapped around his body, and warm water in his mouth, he sighed wearily, "How do you know I need these things?"

While urging the coachman to leave the palace quickly, the red-haired male servant replied in a low voice: "These things are all from Mr. Lei Zhe. He also gave you a piece of letterhead."

Lei Zhe?

Jane Qiao was stunned.He struggled to stretch out his hand from under the quilt, and opened the letter after trying a few times with slightly trembling fingertips, but saw a line of flamboyant cursive writing on it: [I think what you need most is an excuse to leave. 】

So, his blatant flirting before was just to give himself an excuse to leave openly?He saw that he was running a high fever?

Jian Qiao closed the letter, put her hands on her drowsy forehead, and fell into silence.The nauseating feeling miraculously disappeared.

After about three or four minutes, he leaned back limply in the chair, lightly touched the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and a little star lighted up in the dark pupils at some point.

This star light flickered slightly and lasted for a long time.