My years as a menswear boss

The iron door of the cell was opened, and a ray of light shone in.

"Mr. Duval, long time no see." Jiqiu sat on the ground, leaning against the wet wall with his eyes closed.

"How do you know it's me?" Armand took out a ruby ​​from his pocket to bribe the prison guard, "Can I talk to him alone?"

The guard stuffed the ruby ​​into his pocket and said in a blunt tone, "You only have 15 minutes, don't try to help criminals escape from prison. The soldiers outside are equipped with rifles (wooden warehouses) and can kill you at any time."

After the guards left, Jiqiu opened his eyes, "Everyone's footsteps are different, and footsteps can judge a person's character."

"I didn't expect you to be the first person I saw after being imprisoned."

Armand found an open space on the ground and sat down, "Marguerite and I have used all our relationships and invested all available assets, but we can't bail you out."

"Of course, they even forged the confession, and they just need to wait until tomorrow to send me to the guillotine."

Jiqiu's voice was calm and unwavering, "Stop wasting money on me, it's not worth it."

"Who did you offend?" Armand asked, frowning.

"Nobles, popes, big capitalists."

"I don't understand. Why do you do so many thankless things when you can be a leisurely nobleman?" Armand asked puzzled.

"Have you ever been to the ghetto, Mr. Duval?"

Jiqiu didn't answer directly, she couldn't see Armand's face clearly in the dark, but she had guessed his current expression from his tone, "That is the real purgatory on earth, except for the body, the soul can be sold, no matter it is a man , women, or children are all skinny, infectious diseases spread there, they eat carrion and drink unclean water. In the center of the city not far away, nobles bathe with milk, and servants who kill their families will not be punished. punish."

“Poor families send their children to factories to be exploited by capitalists, and they often don’t live to adulthood. Young and beautiful girls are reduced to prostitutes.”

"I see. Mr. Goetti, do you have anything else to say?"

Armand said softly, no matter what, he couldn't reach the spiritual height of the other party. He thought of his fiancée at home crying and swollen eyes, and couldn't help but feel sorry for this young man.

"You said that because I was an earl, Mr. Tax Official agreed to your marriage with my sister, and I am not an earl now, so will you abandon my sister?"

Armand shook his head, thinking that the other party would not be able to see him, he quickly said, "No, Marguerite is the only color in my life, I love her not because of her earl's sister, wait until... I plan to take her away This sad place in Paris, go back to the countryside and grow old together."

Jiqiu heard the meaning of Armand's omission, and she couldn't help laughing, "I'm not dead yet."

Armand coughed in embarrassment, "You said that if a man wants to make a woman happy, he must not only live well in the present, but also plan for the future. This is the best choice I can make for Margaret."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was knocked roughly, "Mr. Duval, it's time."

"Mr. Duval, please tell my sister not to feel sorry for me." Jiqiu said gently.

Armand looked into those black eyes and nodded heavily, "I will take good care of her."

The iron door closed again, and the cell was plunged into darkness.

The next day, Jiqiu was pulled up vigorously, with heavy shackles on her ankles, and then two soldiers pushed her into the carriage, and a clean and tidy priest sat opposite her.

Jiqiu leaned in front of the glass car window and blew a sigh of relief, a white mist formed on it instantly, she stretched out her fingers and drew a smiling face on the stained glass.

"Is this your first time to do this job, sir?" Jiqiu turned to look at the green young man in front of him.

The young pastor pursed his lips tightly and nodded. He kept rubbing the cross in his hand, and the only sound in the carriage was his heartbeat.

"Don't be nervous, I won't eat you." Jiqiu said with a relaxed expression. She crossed her legs and looked at the scenery outside with interest through her smiling face. "So many people, why are they all walking in one direction?"

"They...they're going...to the execution ground," the pastor stammered.

"Oh, are they all here to see me?" Jiqiu smiled, and she pointed to her mouth, "You have jam here."

"Oh, oh." The pastor quickly rubbed his sleeves vigorously, and lowered his eyes, "I will sincerely pray for you, Mr. Goetti."

Jiqiu was imprisoned in the ancient prison in Paris next to the Seine River, and she was about to be taken to the execution ground at the St. Jacques Palisade in the suburbs. When she arrived at the destination, she jumped out of the carriage without waiting for the soldiers to drag her.

The surrounding area was densely packed with people, and there was a small path between them, and the soldiers pushed their bags against the crowd.

Jiqiu stepped onto the path without looking sideways, when suddenly a woman's scream came from next to her ear, "No——"

Everyone looked at the source of the sound, and there stood a young and beautiful girl. The woman who looked like a camellia seemed to be about to faint.

Jiqiu heard the sound and turned her head to look over. She saw Armand next to Marguerite, moved her lips, and then continued to walk towards the guillotine.

Armand saw what the young man wanted to say, take care of my sister.

When the young doctor came to the steps, she glanced indifferently at the two soldiers holding her wrists, and the two men withdrew their hands in fright at the sight.

There were sobs from the crowd, one after another, someone broke through the soldiers' line of defense, and then was violently thrown back, and some people called Adrian Goetti's name loudly, over and over again.

Even though the young doctor looks very desolate, with mud and small wounds on her pale face, none of this affects her tall and straight figure, which reminds people of her figure of treating the poor.

Jiqiu climbed to the last step. She looked at the people in the audience and could call out everyone's name. All her former patients had come. The young girls had tears on their faces, and some of them turned their heads away. I can't bear to see the sad scene.

The jerk had a sack on his hand, and only two eyes were exposed. The palms of his hands holding the ax began to sweat. The people watching the execution were different from the usual loud cheers. Everyone had sadness on their faces. He wondered if he hadn’t Wear a hood, and they will be torn to pieces when you get off the execution ground.

The young man put his head on the blood-stained rack, and she raised her head to look at the audience who were crying for her, "It turns out that this is the scene of staying on the guillotine." '

The officer on the side wiped the sweat from his forehead. He frequently looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and the time on the clock passed by bit by bit.

The executioner held the ax in one hand and wiped the sweat from his palm on his trousers. He stared at the executioner from the corner of his eye and swallowed, "Is it time, sir?"

The executioner looked at the pocket watch in his hand and said calmly, "Not yet."

After a while, the executioner asked again in a hoarse voice, "Is it time, sir?"

"...Here we are, let's start." The executioner tightly gripped the pocket watch in his hand, his heart was almost in his throat.

The butcher raised the ax in his hand, and he took a deep breath. Just as the ax was about to fall, there was a sound of horseshoes not far away.

The neighing sound of the horse was particularly obvious in the silent execution ground. The official on the black horse held up the pardon in his hand, "Your Majesty's pardon!!"

The executioner immediately threw away the ax in his hand, and he stepped back immediately, with a relaxed smile on his face under the mask.

There was an explosion of cheers in the square, the men threw their hats into the sky, the women held hands and laughed, the children's eyes were ignorant, and they didn't know what happened.

"Marguerite! Adrian has been pardoned!" Armand hugged his fiancée beside him, his whole body exuded joy.

Marguerite was even more excited, she poured herself on Armand, "Thank you, Your Majesty for your kindness!"

The two exchanged a comforting kiss, not only them, but the couple and the little lovers who loved each other happily kissed their lovers.

Jiqiu stood up, she patted the dust on her trousers, turned around and nodded to each other with the criminal officer.

She stepped off the guillotine to applause and heartfelt smiles on their faces.

The young doctor returned to the palace and resumed her previous identity, and she saw her king greeted at the door.

Ryan stepped forward and hugged her in his arms, "Adrian, it's great that you're still alive."

Jiqiu hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and patted his back, "Are you all right, Your Majesty?"

"Dennis sent the medicine in time. He told me that you were sent to the execution ground at the St. Jacques Palisades."

Ryan couldn't imagine the consequences of losing his youth. His original intention of becoming a king was gone, and this country meant nothing to him.

"Don't worry about me, I just visited the execution ground." Jiqiu said in a relaxed tone, rubbing the head of the big dog in front of her as before, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty."

"I will seek justice for you." From the moment the king learned that his favorites were sent to the guillotine, he had already decided the fate of those people in his mind.

"I believe in you." Ji Qiu pulled out, she touched Ryan's cheek, "I have always believed in Your Majesty."

Within a week, all those involved in the plan were sentenced to hang, their families were deported, and they were banned from entering France for life.

"Dr. Goetty, did you come to church to confess?" Wilfred was wearing a bishop's robe, and he was holding a beautifully wrapped Bible in his hand.

"Of course not." Jiqiu stepped into the church, and she touched the statue in the church, "Master Anthony's work."

"Then what are you doing?" Wilfried's heart trembled involuntarily.

Jiqiu smiled warmly. She looked at the door, and after a while, a row of knights wearing armor and helmets came out. Their armor was printed with French fleur-de-lis, "You are such a smart person, you should be able to guess what will happen next matter."

Wilfried's plump figure became visibly sluggish, and he sat down on a pew in the church, "Why?"

"Why? Oh, I can reason. What you want to ask is why the king woke up, why did I step down from the guillotine? Why am I so targeting religion?"

Ji Qiufan sat on the bench in front of him, stretching his legs into the gap in the back of the chair, "I am a very tolerant person. My patients have praised my kindness. I am happy to explain to the bishop that I am kind. all of these."

"Denis, the leader of the Thorn Legion, he obeys His Majesty the King, and the second one obeys me, all of this does not require any tokens.

There are people from the legion in the ancient prison in Paris. I made two copies of the antidote and gave them to two different teams. One team is the warden of the House of Representatives to which it belongs, and the other team is the captain of the guard of the legion to which it belongs. Jiqiu said, shaking her long legs, she looked at the unwilling bishop.

Wilfrid asked through gritted teeth, "What if they can't get the antidote to the king?"

Jiqiu glanced at the two soldiers beside him. They took off their helmets, revealing their entire faces.

Wilfrid recognized one of them, "You're the executioner?!"

Executioner Olivier Lemair nodded his head expressionlessly, "I'm honored to let you remember this little man, Bishop Wilfred."

"Perhaps, I can introduce another gentleman to you." Jiqiu put his head on the back of the chair, "Rafael Bernard, a part-time executioner."

Wilfred's expression was ashamed, "So, are there any soldiers in the execution ground?"

Jiqiu applauded, "Yes, if the time is up, Bernard will stop the ax at the last moment, Lemaire will pull out a flare gun to signal, and people hidden in the crowd will incite the crowd and create chaos."

"And I will take the opportunity to leave the execution ground."

"If the king can't wake up, what will you do?" Wilfred asked the last words in his heart.

The young doctor lazily scratched his curly hair, "I don't mind if the Orleans Dynasty becomes the Goetty Dynasty."

Her eyes are soft, reminiscent of sheep grazing leisurely on the grassland, "As for why you are targeting religion, I think it is stupid to say that God spent seven days creating the world."

"Those who believe this statement are either ignorant or black-hearted."

"Well, I have said enough, and I sincerely wish that Bishop Wilfred returns to the embrace of God."

Jiqiu got up from the chair. Behind her, Bernard and Lemaire dragged Wilfred from the chair and pushed him in front of the cross. Bernard, the part-time executioner, raised the epee in his hand , Like raising a blood-stained ax on the guillotine, he slashed down hard.

Bright red blood splashed onto the body of Jesus tied to the cross. Bernard picked up Wilfred's head and threw it into the bamboo basket, "Mr. Goetty, it's over."

"That's right, Bernard, Lemaire." Jiqiu said a series of compliments with gentle eyes, filling the two with pride.

'If Monsieur Goetti is king, he must be a benevolent one. ’ thought Bernard silently.

In the days before Ryan grew up, Jiqiu trained a group of soldiers who only obeyed her orders. Most of these soldiers were orphans whose parents had died. People are secretly placed in various places in the political arena and the army.

Some of the downtrodden ladies she had rescued wanted to be good, so Jiqiu arranged for the good (female branch) girls to develop relationships with the soldiers she trained and start families.

Jiqiu walked out of the church and looked at the bright moon in the night sky, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Behind her stood a uniform knight, whose silver-white armor shone coldly in the moonlight.