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"Ranbo, I can't go shopping with you today. When I come back, let's have a candlelight dinner together."

Oscar Wilde received the call and bitterly missed the appointment.

Because he had to go out temporarily.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't stay idle in the apartment, holding the wallet and shopping map drawn by Fingal, looking for interesting shops and gourmet shops in the streets and alleys of the UK.He couldn't take money casually before, but now kissing and hugging, Wilde can't pay for his face if he doesn't pay a small amount.

Coming out of an antique shop, Arthur Rimbaud played with the brass ring on his thumb, vaguely feeling that someone was following him.

Arthur Rimbaud had expected it, and thought indifferently from the perspective of God.

[The British government is still eyeing you. 】

The identity of the black household cannot withstand investigation. Arthur Rimbaud has no passport, no record of taking planes or trains. He wandered around alone and came to England by sea, avoiding the sight of the country.

In the end, he exposed himself to the eyes of the British government in order to prevent Wilde from pursuing Douglas Jr.

This indirectly shows one thing—Oscar Wilde's status in the UK is not low, and it doesn't matter if he plays a hobby, but he will definitely be monitored when he falls in love, and the identity and background of his love partner will be checked.

In Wenye World, the power of people with different abilities can be passed on to the next generation through blood, and the direct descendants of the strong can also be strong!

In a sense, it is equivalent to the copyright inheritance system between relatives.

Children are entitled to inherit the copyrights of their parents.

Arthur Rimbaud melancholy: "Will Fingal be the transcendent?"

In theory, it's very possible.

Arthur Rimbaud became a literary transcendent by writing poems. Oscar Wilde's achievements in poetry were not as high as his, but the other party spanned multiple fields, involving poetry, drama, novels, fairy tales, reviews, Magazines and other fields have a good reputation.

Although he is not a pioneer in a field, he has become a historical figure that cannot be ignored in each field.

"Too poor Fingal to even mention Ireland."

People with supernatural powers are proud of being transcendent, but Arthur Rimbaud feels sorry for those transcendents, who are bound by the state one by one.

Was Oscar Wilde a British writer?

Do not!

At the end of the nineteenth century, the other party was an Irish writer!

At that time, the Irish endured all kinds of injustice and survived the tragic famine, how could they happily accept the rule of the British government.

In his last free time, Arthur Rimbaud scribbled a little note and slipped it into an antique ring.This ring contains a small mechanism made by hand. Open the egg face of the ring to hide something, or close the egg face to disguise it as a ring.

Gravitational ability covers the antique ring.

Arthur Rimbaud damaged it slightly, and the mechanical switch that opened the ring was destroyed. The ring was stuck and could no longer be opened without damage.

Taking a look at the sky, Arthur Rimbaud said: "Go back and see Fingal, I hope he won't be crying."

Oscar Wilde is a heartless guy who loves aesthetics. He usually obeys the orders of the British government, works overtime for his colleagues from time to time, maintains the friendship between colleagues, and contributes no less than Those senior transcendents.

The British government sounded the alarm after discovering that Oscar Wilde was suspected of being seduced by spies and failed to submit a report.

Agatha Christie invited him to tea.

Oscar Wilde went to the appointment as if he was going to the guillotine. It was impossible to guess whether the lady was hiding a knife in her smile, or just took the knife.

The lady in the seat was slender and petite, with long blonde hair and red dress complementing each other perfectly, the type of beauty Oscar Wilde would have admired, but he kept a respectful distance from this patriotic lady.

Agatha Christie, supernatural power - "None survived"!

The lady asked politely as usual: "Wilde, I heard that you are in a relationship recently. What does your new lover look like?"

Oscar Wilde playing dumb: "Didn't I always fall in love?"

The lady smiled, "It's different this time."

Oscar Wilde picked up the black tea and took a sip: "In my personal opinion, all people in this world can be divided into two categories, either charming or boring. There is no good or bad."

"My lover is always charming." Oscar Wilde tried to use the credit of the past to suppress this matter.

The lady said insinuatingly: "I know your aesthetics, is his appearance better than Lord Alfred Douglas?"

Oscar Wilde was silent.

The lady is surprised, is this kind of question difficult to answer?

Oscar Wilde struggled: "In terms of appearance, we have to admit one thing. Douglas Jr. is the man with the most beautiful face I have ever seen."

The lady couldn't help nodding. Although she was an idiot, she was very beautiful.

Oscar Wilde chanted impressively: "My lover, his soul is beautiful. When I saw him for the first time, he sat on the edge of the flower bed, and his slender back attracted all my eyes. I was fascinated by him. Soul The beauty makes up for the 'flaws' in appearance."

Miss:"……"

The attendant next to the lady in charge of serving tea and water: "..."

Agatha Christie's teacup was suddenly placed on the table with a "boom", which made Oscar Wilde jump with fear.

Agatha Christie sneered: "Which man ever uttered a bold statement-'I only look at the outside, never look at the inside?'"

Oscar Wilde sneered: "It's me."

Agatha Christie: "Stop pretending, Wilde, Mr. Shakespeare would laugh out loud if you could change your face."

Oscar Wilde defended himself against injustice: "Everyone is subject to change! Even if I haven't changed, Mr. Shakespeare can still laugh for me. I admire Mr. Shakespeare the most!"

Agatha Christie was almost taken off topic by him: "What you call admiration is to gossip about which actor he likes every day?"

Oscar Wilde gears up: 'So who does he like?'

"Can you control it?" Agatha Christie coughed lightly, the business atmosphere was suddenly turned into a private party by this dog.

"Wilde, tell me the identity of that person honestly."

"Agatha, I don't want to tell."

"You want me to catch him?"

"No... I hope you will give me some time. I am working hard to win his position and retain a talent for Britain."

Oscar Wilde was a mixed bag of truth and lies.

He knew that he liked Rimbaud, and Rimbaud could not pass the level of hiding his face, and it was very difficult to create a fake identity.

He just wants to delay it a little longer... let them go a little longer...

Love, how willing to part with?

Agatha Christie had sharp eyes: "Who is he!"

Oscar Wilde said in a deep voice, "Don't force me."

Agatha Christie put down her cruel words: "If you don't make it clear, don't leave my place today."

Oscar Wilde raised his head: "Guess, do I come here with my real body, or with a portrait?"

Agatha Christie frowned and hesitated.

Oscar Wilde rebelled against the general: "I didn't hide it, and I acted aboveboard. You didn't investigate his identity. It's because your intelligence capabilities are not good enough. You actually want to ask me for an answer?"

Agatha Christie's competitive spirit was aroused, and her eyes were stained with a cold fire, which made Oscar Wilde's scalp tingle.The lady said softly: "I will use my own means to get the answer, just wait and see, you better not fall in love with the spy of the enemy country, I am very happy to use your little sweet tears as sugar for black tea."

Oscar Wilde: "I am more suitable as a snack for afternoon tea!"

Agatha Christie: "Go away."

Oscar Wilde: "Ma'am, how can you curse?"

Out of sight, Agatha Christie got up and left, leaving her entourage to entertain the transcendent of her country.

The attendant is a loyal follower of Agatha. Seeing that the lady was angry, he said rudely: "Mr. Wilde, your status is an honor bestowed by the British government. For a person of unknown origin, you should not forget the government and anger the knights." long."

Oscar Wilde lost the giggling in front of Agatha Christie, and leaned lazily on the chair with his eyelids rolled.

The playful attitude was gone, only indifference remained.

What a terrifying look.

The servant shuddered.

Oscar Wilde waved his hand in the ear, which is both a distaste for politics and a look down from the superior to the inferior.

"Where did the flies come from, buzzing around my ears recklessly?"

Except beauty, friend, foe.

Others are not important, and Wilde doesn't need to care about half a cent.

The global power war left all the hysterical transcendents with a distorted post-war psychology.

——Life is not as precious as imagined.

……

"Fingal!"

"Rimbaud! I'm back!"

Oscar Wilde rushed back to the apartment, and saw the blond beauty who had been missing him for a long time, and the other party even threw an electric eye at him.

Oscar Wilde decisively covered his heart: "Oh, baby, my heart beats for you!"

Arthur Rimbaud hit him casually with a pillow.

Oscar Wilde Bliss: "I most wish to come back every day to get a blow of your love!"

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't bear the numbness, and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.Oscar Wilde took off his shoes and hurriedly went to greet his new partner. He noticed the antique ring on Rimbaud's thumb: "Did you buy this?"

Arthur Rimbaud took off the ring, put it on Oscar Wilde's thumb, and said with a smile, "I will leave it with you temporarily, and you will return it to me when you see me next time."

Oscar Wilde's smile froze.

"What... next time?"

"Did you hear me wrong, did I mean to kiss?"

Arthur Rimbaud was kind enough to change the subject, French kissing Oscar Wilde until he turned into Britney Spears.

Oscar Wilde's little thoughts were about to move, but Arthur Rimbaud didn't let him take off his clothes. He pulled the Frenchman's waistband with his hands in aggrieved way, and asked after making out with him.

"Not even once?"

"No! This matter is not negotiable."

Arthur Rimbaud tasted the taste of black tea from the kiss just now.

Oscar Wilde, who had thick hair and a thick skin, rubbed his head against his chest, and said shyly, "Let's discuss it again. I can't do it later, but can I use my mouth?"

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Is your integrity high or low?

Arthur Rimbaud, who came from the end of the nineteenth century and couldn't resist black stockings, had a calm face: "NO, I choose legs."

Oscar Wilde: "???"

What, my dignified Wilde can speak more than my legs? !

……

Woohoo, that's fine too.