Bertie wanted to go back and take a closer look at the woman, her undisguised sensuality crashing into Bertie's carefree dreams like a glittering white stone crashing into a muddy pond. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bertie restrained herself.

A peculiar interest in intellectual games, an interest in harmless psychological experiments, as often as it often strikes, stopped Bertie. Bertie didn't want to see the laughing woman yet, he just wanted to use his fantasies to deal with the woman first, to be happy first, and Bertie to imagine her, a face, a mouth, a throat, a neck, a pair of breasts, a whole living laughing woman.

She was clearly standing next to Bertie now, with a smile. Bertie listened intently. She spoke quickly and pleasantly, and the vowels fluctuated dramatically, like singing. Using her words to portray her image in order to paint the shadow of this fantasy as fully as possible amused Bertie did. Bertie gave her brown hair, brown eyes, a wide, sensual mouth, long white solid teeth, and a rather narrow little nose, but with a sudden pouting of the wings of the nose.

Bertie had a beauty mole on her left cheek, a horsewhip in her hand, and a gentle pat on her leg when she laughed. She continued to speak, each adding a new detail to the fantastical image that Bertie sketched like a lightning bolt: an unmarried woman's narrow breasts, dark green garments, diagonally embellished with diamonds or buttons, and a light-colored hat with a white hat band. The picture is getting clearer and clearer. Bertie already felt the strange woman, and although she was standing behind Bertie, she couldn't see it, but it was like a exposed negative reflected in Bertie's pupils. Bertie didn't want to turn around, he just wanted to keep the fantasy game going up. The slightest movement of pleasure will affect Bertie's unrestrained daydreams, so Bertie's eyes are closed; If Bertie had opened his eyes and looked back, the image in his mind would have coincided with the image outside his body.

At this moment, she stepped forward. Bertie couldn't help but open her eyes. Bertie was angry: he was completely confused, all the same, the exact opposite of Bertie's fantasy image. She wore not green, but white, and she was not slender, but plump, with broad breasts and large hips, no cosmetic moles on her round cheeks, and her hair was brown and shiny, not jet-black under her helmet. Her appearance did not match what Bertie had marked, but the woman was beautiful, so beautiful that Bertie forbade herself to admit it because of the foolish extravagance of Bertie's vanity. Bertie looked up at her almost hostilely. However, Bertie was resistant and felt the strong sensual temptation of this woman, the lust, the, the animalistic nature that was seductively teased in her firm and soft abundance. Now she laughed out loud again, revealing her solid, white teeth. Bertie had to say to herself that this hot and fleshy smile was still in harmony with the plumpness of her figure. Everything about her—her bulging breasts, her chin pouting when she laughs, her piercing gaze, her crooked nose, her hands holding her umbrella firmly on the ground—were so hot and charming. It is a woman's primordial force, a deliberate, penetrating temptation, a sensual torch made of flesh. Next to her, an elegant and somewhat fanatical Russian officer, approached and spoke to her. She listened, smiled, laughed, retorted, but it was all piggybacking, for at the same time her eyes glanced around, and her nose moved to the niche as if she were everywhere. She sucked attention, smiled, and stared from everyone who passed, and as if from all the men around her. As she listened to the officer with a smile and triumph, her gaze kept wandering, searching the stands for a sudden recognizable man, answering a greeting, and sliding to the right, and then to the left. Only Bertie, because she was covered by her companions, was not yet touched by her gaze, although she was in her field of vision. This made Bertie angry. Bertie stood up—she didn't see Bertie. Bertie squeezed closer—and she looked up the stands again. So Bertie walked up to her, took off his hat and saluted her companion, and gave her the armchair. She looked at Bertie in amazement, her eyes shining with a smile, and her lips curling into a smile.

At last, after a brief speech, she took the armchair, but did not sit down, but gently propped her plump arms, which were bare to her elbows, on the armrests, and showed her posture with the slight curvature of her figure.

Angered by the wrong psychological analysis, Bertie has long forgotten about it and flirts with the woman, which piqus Bertie's interest.

Bertie stepped back a little and leaned against the wall of the stands, where he could gaze at her freely, without attracting attention. Bertie was propped up on her cane, her eyes searching for her gaze. She saw it, and turned a little towards where Bertie was observing. However, her action seems to be completely coincidental, as if she did not guard against Bertie, and reacted to Bertie by accident and without obligation. Her gaze kept circling, omnipresent and nostalgic. She waited for an opportunity to throw a secret smile, only to Bertie, or to anyone? It's indistinguishable, and it's this uncertainty that annoys Bertie. Her gaze flashed at Bertie every once in a while like the intermittent light of a lighthouse. It's a lot like a promise, but it's also a promise that caters to the gaze of others without any choice through the same pair of shining pupils. It was only for the pleasure of being amorous, and especially, it did not delay her from talking to her companion with great interest. In this flirtatious style, there is a certain dazzling presumptuousness, a high level of attainment in the art of selling goods, or an explosion of excess sexuality. This cold presumptuous nature of hers came to Bertie, who unconsciously took a step closer. Bertie no longer stared at her, but looked at her from top to bottom, tearing off her clothes with her gaze and feeling her from the nakedness.

She let Bertie see without feeling humiliated at all, and smiled at the rapping officer with the corners of her mouth, but Bertie could see that her intention was to deal with Bertie with a knowing smile. Now, as Bertie looked at her tiny foot, the one sticking out from under the white dress, she glanced lazily under it. Then, after a while, she lifted the foot, as if by chance, to the first rung of the armchair that had been given to her, and let Bertie see through the parted skirt the stockings that reached straight to the knees. At the same time, the smile she smiled at her companion seemed to have become mocking or malicious. Clearly, she was playing with Bertie with emotion, just as Bertie was teasing her. Bertie couldn't help but be full of hatred, admiring her presumptuous skill, because when she cunningly and secretly showed Bertie the sexuality of her flesh, she was at the same time flattering and whispering to her companions, to one side and to both, she was just playing. In fact, Bertie resents her, but only hates her coldness and ill-intentioned sexual * sense of treating others, because, because of the kind of coldness and ruthlessness that Bertie is familiar with, Bertie regards her as a close sister, as a blood cousin with her. But to be honest, Bertie did get excited, perhaps more out of hatred than out of lust.

Bertie boldly approached and grabbed her with a rough gaze. "I want you, you beauty." Bertie said to her with an undisguised expression, and Bertie's lips must have twitched unconsciously, for she smiled a little disdainfully, fell away from Bertie, and pulled her skirt open to cover her bare feet. But in the blink of an eye, the black and shiny pupils turned around again, and turned again.

It was evident that she was as cold as Bertie, and both of them were coldly playing games with strange passions, which, though only painted flames, were beautiful to look at, and a kind of pleasure in gloomy days.

At this moment, the start signal sounded sharply and harshly. All of a sudden, chatting, sullen, and dazed audience, as if shaken, suddenly became chaotic, and rushed forward to the fence from all directions. Bertie had to do a little bit to keep from being swept away, because he was trying to get to her in the middle of the chaos. In this way, there may be opportunities that I don't know about yet.

The Russian officer seemed to sense something, and thoughtfully patted her on the shoulder. She raised her eyebrows angrily, tired of the intimacy between husband and wife.

The intimacy pained her because of the officer's presence. The Russian, as if apologetic, spoke a few more words to her in Russian, and then he took her arm affectionately and in a somewhat whispered voice. Bertie felt it, and the intimacy in front of him made her embarrassed, and she felt humiliated with a mixture of mockery and disgust. However, she had regained her composure, and as she leaned tenderly into her husband's arm, she glanced mockingly at Bertie as if to say, "You see, this man is taking possession of me, not you." Bertie was angry and disgusted at the same time. Bertie turned and walked away, making it clear to her that she could no longer arouse his interest.

Little did Bertie know that as soon as he disappeared, the woman and the Russian officer would return to normal. As if nothing had happened just now.

"You've screwed up, Vallenia." There was a clear reproach in the Russian officer's words.

"Not yet, Vladimir? Alexandrovich. The woman named Valelia smiled confidently, "This kind of person can't be changed, and he will still take the bait next time." ”

"Lin Yiqing is coming to the UK, and we can't afford to make any mistakes." The Russian officer was a little dissatisfied with her nonchalant attitude, "You too. ”

"Don't worry! Colonel Pavlov. The woman glared at him, and her gaze turned to the arena again, as if nothing had happened.

On June 17, 9086 (the 12th year of Daqian Guangxu and the 19th year of Meiji in Japan), Lin Yiqing, a special envoy of the Great Qian Empire, and his entourage arrived in London, England, and was warmly welcomed by the British officials and people.

When Bertie saw Lin Yiqing's two wives, he completely forgot the unhappiness caused by the woman he met in the racetrack.

Compared to their beauty, elegance, and mysterious oriental atmosphere, the Russian woman (he could already be sure that the woman was Russian) was nothing to mention.

If it weren't for the presence of his mother, Queen Victoria, he really wanted to ask Lin Yiqing how he captured the heart of such a fairy-like beauty.

In the eyes of many Britons, polygamy was a sign that the Great Qian Empire was still far removed from the Western civilized world, but Bertie was sometimes very envious of the Qian.

A Qianguo man can justifiably marry many wives, but he can only do stealing things in England.

Although Bertie's wife, Princess Alexandra of Denmark, is also a beauty, she alone is obviously not satisfied with him.

He was about to find an opportunity to discuss with Lin Yiqing, but he saw a black-haired girl in a sapphire blue military uniform walk up to Lin Yiqing's side and whispered a few words to Lin Yiqing.

Bertie's eyes were immediately drawn to her.

She wore a set of clothes that were obviously specially made with the characteristics of Western military dresses, which completely set off her slender figure, her face was so gorgeous, but there was a trace of heroism between her eyebrows, which was unforgettable at first sight.

"Who is she? Could it be that she is also one of Earl Lin's wives? Bertie said to herself.

"She should be a subordinate of Count Lin, not his wife." Princess Alexandra gave Bertie a blank look and replied, "I have long noticed that many of the entourages of His Excellency the Count are young women, and they are all very beautiful. It is said that he maintains a close relationship with many of his female subordinates. ”

Princess Alexandra deliberately accentuated the tone of her last sentence, causing a fever on Bertie's face to hear it.

Probably noticing that Bertie was looking at herself, the woman turned her head slightly, looked this way, and happened to meet Bertie, she smiled politely at him, and then Bertie was so stunned that she couldn't help herself.

"His Royal Highness the British Crown Prince seems to have a good impression of you." Lin Yiqing also noticed Bertie's gaze, and couldn't help but ridicule Xingyue Liuli.

"This Royal Highness the Crown Prince has had affairs with many women, and it is really remarkable that the princess can endure it." Xingyue Liuli said quietly.

"You're talking about me, aren't you?" Lin Yiqing grinned, since he came to this time and space, his women are now a lot.

"Lord, you are different." Xingyue Liuli smiled slightly and pulled the topic back, "My lord, although the British have strengthened their security work, according to our standards, they are still too far behind, and they are full of loopholes. ”

"This is also something that can't be helped," Lin Yiqing nodded, "This is generally the case in European countries, so assassinations are prevalent, I will be careful, and you yourself must be careful." ”

"Okay."

Watching Xingyue Liuli turn around and leave the hall quickly, a trace of regret flashed in Bertie's eyes.

He originally wanted to invite this oriental beauty to dance.

"Let's have a good talk with Your Excellency the Earl, it will be good for you." Princess Alexandra seemed to have complete insight into Bertie's thoughts, but still calmly instructed him, "Even if you talk to him about women." ”

Bertie's face was feverish again, he didn't speak, just nodded, and walked quickly towards Lin Yiqing.

Seeing the British crown prince coming, Lin Yiqing got up with a smile, and the two shook hands and exchanged a few words, and then chatted.

Princess Alexandra in the distance never expected that Bertie would really talk to Lin Yiqing about women.

"Who was that beautiful lady just now?" Bertie still has the shadow of the stars and the moon in her heart, so she mentioned her in one mouth.

"She's one of my right-hand men, a female samurai named Ruri Hoshizuki, who is Japanese." Lin Yiqing replied with a smile, "Her responsibility is to protect my safety, and so far, she has defeated the enemy who wants to assassinate me many times. ”

"I admire talented women, this subordinate of yours is obviously such a talented woman, and it is really amazing that you have such a subordinate." Bertie's voice was full of envy, "Obviously, you also like her very much, I noticed the intimacy between you and her, you don't have to deny it," Bertie was worried that Lin Yiqing would misunderstand, and added, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, on the contrary, I envy you very, very much." I can see that you are not the only one who has a good woman like her. ”

"Indeed, as Your Highness said, I am proud to have them." Lin Yiqing smiled and nodded.

"How do you do that? I would like to ask you for advice. Bertie looked at He Yunqing and Chiho Kirino, "And you can still make them live in harmony......" Bertie probably felt that this topic was a bit tasteless, and shrunk the words behind.

Lin Yiqing didn't think there was anything wrong with Bertie's question, he actually knew very well about the situation of this prince, who was famous for his amorous and absurd lovers, and it was not surprising that he asked such a question.

"That's right, if you're willing to listen to it......" Lin Yiqing whispered to Bertie about his "experience".

In the distance, Princess Alexandra noticed that Bertie and Lin Yiqing were talking in a whisper, although she couldn't hear what they were talking about, but judging from the smiles of the two from time to time, it should have been a happy conversation, and her heart that had been hanging gradually let go.

Since the death of her father-in-law, Prince Albert, because of Bertie's absurdity, the middle-aged widowed Queen Victoria has been angry and has not allowed Bertie to participate in any state and royal affairs, hoping that this will be a good start...... (To be continued.) )