() "Oh my god, you didn't remember that confused look on your face? My heart is bleeding, it hurts, it hurts! It's like a sharp dagger has stabbed my heart deeply! It's so sad.

Yes, you know, since I met you, I have kept you in my heart and have been looking forward to meeting you. Today, the merciful Lord took pity on my pity and allowed us to meet again. I didn’t expect that you didn’t care at all.

You didn’t remember me as a person! If I had known this, I would rather not have this kind of encounter.”

Shocked, so surprised! Have we met?

But do French people always greet people they meet once in this way? Wouldn’t it be even more exaggerated if they were relatives and friends?

The most passionate way of greeting someone in France that my poor imagination can imagine is to take off your clothes, kiss someone, and then roll onto the bed while saying hello.

"Girl, your literary talent is really outstanding! When you open your mouth, your vocabulary accumulation is equivalent to that of the screenwriter of the Constantinople Theater, and your grammar is almost as good as that of a first-class poet! Your tone of voice is passionate and full of passion! This is obviously a natural talent.

The talent given and the double knot after being trained by famous teachers

Guo. I dare say that if the girl is interested in developing a career in screenwriting, her future prospects will be limitless! It may be a bit exaggerated to surpass Pan, the god of drama in ancient Greece, but in this era, I believe that as long as the girl works hard, she will definitely surpass Pan.

Being able to stand at the top and look down on everyone! So, who are you?"

"You really don't remember me?" The girl with a dagger stuck in her chest took the trouble to ask again.

Remain silent, I think this is probably the best way to reply!

Sure enough, her eyes flashed with anger. If you didn't pay attention, it could easily be covered up by her smile: "Did I admit my mistake?"

Nonsense, I was fighting in Poland for the past few months!

"Yeah? Really? That's really rude of me. Handsome prince of a foreign king, please allow me to introduce myself." The French woman lifted up the gorgeous and complicated skirt and gently extended one arm outward while bending down and squatting.

With a wave of his hand, a dazzling white color was revealed at a glance. Under the slightly raised eyelids, the pair of amber

Her eyes were full of charm, "I, Constance Frances Marie Orleans, the king's trusted advisor, daughter of the Duke of Orleans, minister of the seal, goddaughter of the archbishop of Paris, cousin of the prince's minister of affairs, Prince de Condé,

Cousin of the noble King of Castile, and cousin of the King of France, the Sun King."

A series of titles that are too long and too awesome have only one meaning: my dad is a tough guy, my cousin is a tough guy, my uncle is a tough guy, the whole family is tough, and my cousin is even more tough! And he is also a tough guy.

!

He announced his family name as soon as he came up. What an elegant behavior and what a decent etiquette! I don't understand why in the past world, this matter became the meaning of fighting against others... Well, could it be because I am now in

Imperialism and the old feudal society? Perhaps Li Gang and his son only revealed his identity and did not reveal his relatives such as his seventh aunt and eighth aunt?

Forget it, I don’t want this.

"Madam here, I seem to know you. Have we met somewhere?" Constance, who had many young men at home, turned her interest to married women.

"I am the Countess of Constantinople and the daughter of Count Marcello Chambeau, but my surname is Leonidas now, and I am the hostess of the Merchants' Chamber of Commerce on the Sea. The Princess of Orleans has seen me, probably at the Duke of Orleans

She has business dealings with our chamber of commerce, so she has some impression of me." Wen Dier replied with a gentle and polite smile, and acted in the style of a perfect elegant lady, completely without the charm of saying she was a piece of meat before.

Constance, who was born as a princess, raised the corner of her mouth and walked around Wen Dier with a smile on her face: "Chamber of Commerce, who would go to a place like that? Madam, the place where I remember your beautiful face is in Marseille.

At the banquet! Do you still remember the Count of Provence’s banquet twice a year? It was there. In that place of joy, I know that many nobles who were brought to happiness by you still remember your style and moving dance."

"The annual dinner held by the Count of Provence is actually a place of fun and indulgence? I usually attend there for official duties. Unless the princess told me, I really don't know!" The wife covered her red lips with a small paper fan.

Tsukuru's surprised expression is very real...

"I think this is because the countess often leaves early with other nobles. Every time the banquet is in progress at a lively night, many gorgeous fireworks are always set off there! Ah, on a night when the fireworks are in full bloom, it is not only a place full of joy, but

It’s simply a paradise.” Constance took a step forward with high morale.

Wen Dier put away the small fan on her hand, not to be outdone: "The princess is really full of energy, able to play around and make friends at the banquet. I think the princess's night in Marseille must be full of beauty and charm, not like me.

I am busy with official duties all day long. Even if I go out to attend a banquet, I still have to go home early to deal with the accumulated trivial matters!"

"Really? Then why is the lady's reputation spread everywhere in Marseille? Even the court in Paris knows that there is a gorgeous social butterfly in Marseille."

"That's really surprising. If the princess returns to Marseille again, please thank the men who praised me too much. I don't even know it. It turns out that I was the Countess of Constantinople and the Lady of the Sea Piaohong Chamber of Commerce."

In addition to the master, it turns out that she has a reputation as a social butterfly, but I am very curious about the people in the circle that the princess usually associates with. Since I can know these things that I don’t know..."

I really want to say something at this moment, wife, you are still a piece of meat...the countess of the Roman Empire, the hostess of the Chamber of Commerce, and a piece of meat...the fat and juicy kind. But looking at this without any smoke but murderous intent

In the overflowing battlefield, I decided to remain silent to avoid getting burned! Because this is a war between women. From beginning to end, not a single curse word was uttered, but every word revealed a meaning: you are completely fucking slutty [bitch]

】 Zi, or the kind that is abnormal 【owes】cao.

Khan, for one, what kind of hatred do these two have?

"Would you like to thank the nobles of Marseille on your behalf? There are a few guys here who can ask Madam to thank you. Please wait a moment, Madam. I will go find them!" The French girl did not forget to give me a wink before she left.

But it’s natural to have no wife.

At this moment, Wen Dier suddenly said from the side: "Where did Your Highness know this princess?"

"I haven't seen it." I'm telling the truth.

"I have never seen it? I have made trouble to the innocent invitations to you this time. You do n’t want to say it. Why not find this excuse?"

Don't go over, it's dissatisfied with your face.

It ’s my fault, is n’t Wimy provoked others in Marseille?!

I hurriedly cleaned our dry department: "It turns out that the wife does not know her, so we don’t have to wait for them here."

"The Miss French Duke is a beauty, and His Royal Highness gave up like this, but it is a pity not ..."

Well, it tastes so sour.?

Isn't this woman jealous?

This must be a little trick for their ladies to play with the feelings of minor boys.

"I just drove away a group of native dogs. My wife thinks that a few French wolves will be better than Turkish dogs, I don’t mind staying here."

My wife Yan smiled, and blinked at me: "Isn't you very hard, I invite His Royal Highness to come here, not like this. That's good, we go, go to a quiet place, listen to music, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax,

Then we go home. "

We go home, the two words of the tail sound make us look like a couple ...

We strolled around and were asked by many people. Through the time of this moonlight stroll. We talked about the matter of France. After the introduction of my wife, I gradually got a general understanding of the French court court.

Then, then

At this moment, in the greetings of the Duke, a dozen music masters holding the violin walked into the main hall of the house. This small band composed of more than ten people began to play a melodious music.

The music is beautiful, and you can clearly hear it in the corridor outside the hall from a distance, but the soft classical music is listening to it, and it will always make me miss the metal rock music, because the violin and cello performance music always allows

I feel lacking a kind of passion, a kind of passionate passion.

At this time, the people who asked after An An finally found a chance to come up to talk. These people discovered us as long as I stepped into the mansion of the old Duke, but they all chose temporary Xing avoidance as the priests, and they were alone.

Time is left to me and Wendir. I can be a very person, so I have to play JING to cope with the supporters of the Saogano family with a high status.

Someone comes, someone leaves, and the personal solo time has arrived soon. Personal solo is not only the performer's personal stage, but also the time for the audience to be familiar with the personal style of the compulsory person.

First of all, the first one to appear is also the most valued. Today, the performance of the recommender recommended by the Duke comes from Germany, named John Bahabel.

Comment. I originally followed others to talk about it without saying a word, but when the performers pulled up the musical instrument with the three violinists, I found that I was wrong, and I was out of charge.

The notes flowing out of the violin strings are melodious and familiar, but I don't remember what the song is called!

The rush of the coming people with a wave of waves, this song that constantly repeatedly rotated was really wonderful. When the performer stopped playing, I still didn't do it.

Opening her eyes, Frank Caucus Constant is back again. This time she is not alone. Behind her, there are French men around the age of twenty -four years old. I also saw their departure.

The dissatisfaction of the nearby ladies.

Constant's demonstration like a demonstration, raised the corner of his mouth, as if this was a subconscious movement at the time of proud: "Madam, your admirers, I can bring you.

Harrispe, this is Juyi. "

After the introduction from left to right, the three men stood in the place of stunning, and they reported to the house.

Good guys, all three are the counts, all three are more or less relatives of Louis 14!

Among the three French people, the one who didn't remember the name for the time being the first to say, "Madam, better than seeing, your appearance is better!"

"It is said that the wife is beautiful at the Marseille's dinner, and no one can do it. I see it at first sight today!" The second one hurriedly spoke.

"Before RI, I had the fortune to see his wife Fang Rong. From then on, I never forget it. I couldn't sleep on the other side.

I have the wish, I am dead or regrettable! "The third, the one named Juy, I finally taught what it means to be sweet words, and I heard that my goosebumps were almost falling out.

"Thank you for reminder." ————————————————————————— I hope that the Nobunaga Nobunaga will not be disappointed in November ... Is anyone?
Chapter completed!