"We are doing this for your own good." Alexander was very thick-skinned.

"That's right, we are also doing it for your own good."

"Yes, yes."

The three cheap chicks next to me expressed their agreement as if they were pecking at rice.

"Forget it, it's not the first day I've met you anyway. As long as you are determined, nothing can be done." I was very speechless. I just hope that in the future these idiots will not hide around the room to listen to me, "You guys

Get her drunk, what do you want to say to me?"

"There are so many things I want to say, so many that I don't even know where to start." Alexander pointed at Feletelia, "Is she really a woman, not a man?"

"Are you still holding on to your illusions?"

"Because Constans is here, I still have a glimmer of hope." Alexander nodded very seriously.

I was so puzzled that I even raised my glass and drank two glasses of distilled wine: "Why would you rather me engage in things between men than find a woman and live a good life?"

?”

"If it weren't for her, I dare say you would be in Versailles now!" Alexander said this abruptly and made me sweat.

"You thought too much. I had no way to get in at that time!"

"Really, although I have expanded the empire by more than 3 million, the achievement of leading a second-line army into Versailles is more worthy of praise. It is a pity that you failed to do it and burned yourself. If it were me, I would

He was already holding Louis' head and watching Versailles turn into a sea of ​​flames."

Alexander's ability to lust is very powerful.

I muttered: "How could that guy with a paralyzed face not run away?"

Alexander's face froze, and in the next second, his extremely happy expression quickly turned into contempt: "That dynasty and the whole family are cowards! That's why they have been trapped by those nobles throughout their lives.

Forward! Not like us!”

I sang the opposite tune and said: "We Romans are so heroic, so members of the royal family died one after another. As a result, many dynasties lost their dynasties while defending the empire."

"Believe it or not, I'll kick you." Alexander poured himself a glass of wine gloomily.

I also picked up the wine glass and poured myself a drink: "You know, in fact, in the battle of Versailles, I was preparing to kill everything, and carried out a hysterical suicide operation."

"I know that no normal person would do this, but what makes the five of us abnormal, and you don't have enough troops on hand." Alexander still misses Versailles, "By the way, on your way to Versailles, there are

Don’t you have a sense of sacred mission?”

"A sacred mission?"

"Yes." It was not me who answered, but Constans. "This is what I came for in life. Even if I die, I will have no regrets... Look at how high the artistic conception is."

"This is what I came for in life. Even if I die, I will have no regrets... It's a pity that you didn't die in France. Otherwise, it would have been perfect." Alexander said more and more deceitfully.

I rolled my eyes: "I'm dead. Where can I find a famous general in Rome who can defeat Condai. At this time, I have to take good care of myself."

"That's right. Then do you think it was fate that I married that Slavic slut?" Valens said at this time.

I said: "Save this for your Russian Queen! By the way. Then you can ask her if she feels like she has become holy after being fucked by the emperor."

Morris hooked my neck and smiled: "We are also royal aristocrats after all, great aristocrats of the Millennium Empire. Legend has it that the Slavs in the backcountry in Moscow know that even the shit we poop is fragrant and noble, and it is sacred."

Blasphemous. So the answer is yes."

This time it was Alexander's turn to roll his eyes.

"She, the daughter of a Slavic military prostitute, will definitely be sublimated by this. Is this a huge thing for a member of the Roman Empire's royal family? Oh my God! It feels so different! Am I on a pilgrimage? It's about to enter my body, oh,

My whole body is completely different! A moment ago, I still had the filth of a prostitute. Now I feel so noble.

Like a queen! Bala, bala... I think it will be like this conversation." I restored the scene with my imagination, and Alexander was amused, "Actually, she is quite pitiful, the daughter of a military prostitute, powerless, and in the end

She was promoted to be the queen by the powerful ministers, but her power fell by the wayside. For more than ten years, she had to rely on betraying her daughter step by step to earn the stability of her life."

"Are you pitying that woman?" Alexander asked.

"I just think you are already married. Wouldn't it be better for you to take the pure love route?"

"Pure love route?"

Constans said with a black line in his head: "Are you just like this Prussian prince?"

I looked at Feletelia and smiled: "Isn't it great?"

"It's terrible." This was Alexander's comment. "She can survive and live so beautifully. Do you think she will be like you, a Prussian prince who is quite smart and worthy of training and shaping? That woman,

She is my enemy! The enemy of our Theophano family, our enemy of Rome!"

Is this the prelude to another dynastic drama about falling in love and killing each other?

"How do you want to defeat her?"

Alexander said: "Any trace of contact will create evidence for that slut that she gave birth to the heir of the empire, so as long as I don't see, have no contact, and have no contact, that's it. She continues to be her Queen of Russia, and I continue to be me."

The crown prince of the Roman Empire, even on the day when she ascends the throne as emperor, I will not invite her."

The children of the real wife cannot be heirs, so isn’t the situation serious?

I asked: "Then you don't want to have an heir in this life? Or do you want to have an illegitimate child?"

"Don't we still have you in Theofano's family?"

Alexander had a sentence that made me sweat.

"Hey, hey, Alexander, don't make such a joke. It's so vulgar to pass down the throne from brother to brother, and then the younger brother competes with his nephew for the throne."

Constans also said: "Alexander, you are still very young now!"

"How about this?" Alexander said in a negotiating tone: "Give me one of your heirs?"

"Alexander, you think too much."

"Alexander, you are drunk."

"Alexander..."

Alexander slammed the table and shouted angrily: "What do you mean by one or two of you! I am saving our empire!"

There was total silence. Everyone inside and outside the court who was still conscious looked over.

Valens grabbed the wine glass and poured it over Maurice, then grabbed a roast ham and poked it into Constance's mouth, then held up the piece covered with Constans' saliva and shouted: "Kill."

Ah! Go! Long live the Empire!!! Long live Rome!!! Long live Alexander!!!”

"Long live Alexander!!!"

The military camp immediately burst into wild cheers.

Well, Valens closed the chapter.

Alexander retracted his palm and apologized: "I'm sorry, but this is what I think, and it is also the best way to keep the blood of our Theophano family pure. It's just! My brother, I only have one request for you,

You must marry a Roman woman! A Roman woman with black hair and black eyes!"

Constans frowned and asked, "Why? Are you despising her bloodline?"

"Bloodline? Come on, Constans, our great-grandfather was just an Anatolian bully. The three generations above your ancestors were doing sneaky things in Anatolia. We have the blood of such a person flowing through us.

, do you think I would care about this kind of thing?" Alexander pointed at Feletelia, "Look at her, golden hair, blue

Her eyes are completely different from that of that Slavic female slut. The latter has black hair and black eyes! I want to adopt Nikis’s son, and the most basic thing is that Nikis’s son must at least match me

The same appearance characteristics as that Slavic female slut, that is, it cannot have blonde hair, and it cannot have eyes of any other color except black!"

"But, Alexander, she is pretty good. She can risk her life to go to Versailles with us." Constans spoke uprightly beside him.
Chapter completed!