Sex is not something ugly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Without sex, there would be no reproduction, there would be no such splendid culture, and without everything, the world would be a barren place. So sex, it's not shameful, it's not ugly.

The reason why people are so ashamed to talk about this issue is that some people impose their own values on the heads of all sentient beings for certain purposes, forcing everyone to bow down at their feet and admit their own views. As a result, sex has become something that people can't avoid, and they change color when they talk about it in public.

But fortunately, there were no saints in the Orlando Empire, and there were no saints during the Holy Empire, and there were no inexplicable rituals to restrain human nature. Commoners like to discuss the aristocracy, but it is really because the life of the aristocracy is erosive enough, note that it is erosive, not anything else. It's as if someone was talking about Wren, that he had come home with the beautiful Helen after Gampon's dinner, and everyone knew what he was going to do when he went home, after all, it was not a shameful thing.

Men and women, colliding with beautiful sparks, is originally a romantic thing. The beautiful princess in the knightly novel who meets the handsome knight and then offers her first night is also something that is talked about by people, who do not think that the princess is unclean, nor do they think that the knight is shameless.

Scarlet news is always the fastest news to spread, after all, everyone likes to discuss this kind of exciting news.

Of course, there are also people who secretly grit their teeth.

Just as men like to chase beautiful women, and beautiful women love to chase handsome men, when the word "a flower stuck in cow dung" was born, the word "dog tail grass stuck in a crystal bottle" was born.

In the early morning, the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and projected into the dark room, the dust danced in the sunlight, and Wren sat up suddenly on the wide bed. He wiped his face, and his whole body was as relaxed as if he had lost a few pounds of meat. The thin but warm quilt slipped off, revealing his sturdy body. The muscles are not as explosive as the knight's, but they are also distinct. The woman next to him curled up and fell into a deep dream, Wren lifted the quilt and walked naked to the window, and opened the curtains.

A large amount of sunlight shone on his body, and his squinted eyes gradually became clear, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly as he looked at the palace facing him outside the window.

Yesterday he spread the news that the Imperial Diet was going to re-elect members, and immediately suppressed the violent rebellion that had just erupted, which suddenly turned the political incident that should have attracted much attention and caused an uproar into a small storm. People don't have the energy to focus on the losers who are already a foregone conclusion, and they have to divert their attention if they want to be the new winners.

A dozen seats in the Imperial Diet are enough to make a head-to-head battle, and if any one side can occupy half of them, even the Imperial Family, which can only rank in the third rate in the Imperial Diet, can become the top group. Presumably Empress Pars hadn't reacted at this time, after all, it was completely unexpected by her.

Seeing that there were still two or three days to go into November, the cold air of late autumn made Wren's skin contract tightly, his pores tightened, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on the surface of his skin. He rubbed his shoulders and turned to walk into the dressing room next to the bedroom. Although this world is far behind the other world in terms of technology, it has to be said that it is obviously superior in terms of enjoyment. That's why everyone wants to be an aristocrat.

The flame path burned on the magic pedestal became the best source of power for the boiler, and of course this heating method was only affordable for the nobles, and the boiling hot water squirted down through the shower, bringing heat and driving away the cold.

Wren likes the rain and baths, and he likes the feeling of water dripping from his hair and down his body and ending up in the heels and into the floor drain. He kept adjusting the valve, and the water temperature was getting higher and higher, and the temperature in the dressing room was rising, and the water vapor gathered together, creating a stark contrast to the cold world outside. Suddenly, footsteps interjected into the unique rhythm of the morning bath, and a soft body hugged him tightly from behind.

The woman is made of water, so it is soft. The two bodies were pressed close together, and the atmosphere became beautiful. He could hear the sound of rapid breathing behind him, the breath spurting back and forth behind him.

"Won't you get some sleep? It's only seven o'clock. The warm water sprayed from the rain shower gradually drove away Helen's sleepiness, and it was very rare for her to get up at this time. The aristocracy liked to wake up between nine and ten o'clock, and the rich nightlife made them sleep late, so they also woke up late. If it weren't for the sound of Wren's water that alarmed her, she might have slept until noon.

Wren twisted his neck and made a gurgling sound, "I'm used to waking up early. He twisted the valve again, and the water temperature increased a little more.

"It's a little hot. Helen hugged her tighter, her hands caressing the muscles of Wren's body purposelessly, and there was still the afterglow of last night's passion in her eyes. Wren was only nineteen years old, which was an age when dragons and tigers had nowhere to vent, and Helen was choked by him, but she was also greatly satisfied.

Wren turned to look at her, and suddenly bent down and lifted her up on one leg and put it on her waist, and the two bodies pressed tightly together. Helen's breathing became more and more rapid, and her eyes showed infinite spring love, and she liked the delicacy and gentleness of this young man.

After a long time, Wren breathed a sigh of relief, and threw Helen back on the bed with waterdropping in his arms. In the blink of an eye, Helen fell into a dream once again with her pillow in her arms.

Wren wiped the water off his body with a bath towel, shook the rattle, and within a while, a maid came in with brand-new clothes. Wren stood in front of the mirror, and the maid put on the clothes one by one for Wren with a red face, and Wren looked at the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. Although Funkos is sometimes annoying, I have to say that he did a good job on the road of housekeeping.

After waving off the weak-legged maid, Wren closed the bedroom door and walked straight into the dining room. On the table is a cup of green tea, a pancake, and a palm-sized steak. Eating some beef for breakfast can give you energy for the day, so Wren always has some meat for breakfast every day.

There are two newspapers on the table, and the appearance of newspapers is not new in the past few years, it has appeared since Orlando II, but only the imperial capital has an institution that publishes newspapers, and it is difficult to see it in other small cities. One is the official Orlando newspaper, and most of the stories are positive, and the news that embodies the "Orlando Imperial Dream". It is not who bravely kills the enemy, wins a lot of military merits and becomes a petty nobleman, or so-and-so graduated from the Imperial Higher Academy, enters the state organs, and becomes the elite of the empire.

Of course, there are some new policies and some local anecdotes, which can be summed up in one sentence, the Orlando Empire is peaceful, the country is safe, and there is a way to get promoted.

Another newspaper, the first of the Orlando Empire, was published by a group of scholars. The original idea was to disseminate scholarly knowledge in this way, like a science newspaper, and wanted to popularize something simple. But the newspaper itself was endowed with a political character, so the newspaper soon became a "daily newspaper" that attacked current affairs, attacked some people in power, and praised some people in power.

Wren casually picked up the "daily newspaper", Orlando Pravda, with the headline "Who is the winner", the title in black and bold is impossible to ignore, the article details some of the candidates who are most likely to enter the Imperial Diet, carefully evaluates the strengths and weaknesses of these people, and the reasons why they can enter the parliament. It is also reflected in this newspaper that all the previous dumping has been left behind, at least for now, and people do not care about it.

Wren flipped through the second page, a slight smile on his face, and Sarcomo had cleverly paid for a news item in the newspaper that the empire belonged to the Germans. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the big headline, but the content keeps stating one thing, that is, this country is a country of Desi, every Desi should have certain political rights, and the highest institution such as the Imperial Diet should not be monopolized by the aristocratic class, and some people who can represent citizens should join it and open up for every Desi.

The inhabitants of the imperial capital were basically composed of "citizens" and "elites", and the number of commoners and freedmen was very small, so to speak, the people living in the imperial capital were far higher in class than those in other cities.

The hierarchy is strict, and the nobles say that whether it is a citizen or a commoner, they all belong to the commoner class, in fact, this statement is completely wrong. The status of the citizen is higher than that of the commoners and freemen, and belongs to the same class as the elite, but those elites have a higher political status than the citizens and lower than the nobility, and are half a class higher than the citizens.

The inhabitants of the imperial capital are proud, and this report just tickles the itch of these people, especially the neighborhood councilors, most of whom were once aristocrats, and they want to regain power more than others. Before, they had no choice but to submit to the "fate" imposed on them by the strong, but now it is different, and this report shows them the way. Coupled with the deliberate promotion and connivance of some people, some neighborhood councilors soon gathered outside the palace in the Jinhuan District of the imperial capital, to "ask for the people's lives"!

So when this newspaper went on sale, the huge response immediately caused waves in the political circles of the imperial capital.