"There's a dance party in the evening, do you want to go?"

Wren replied softly, "Prom...... I'm not going, I'm tired all the way, and it's much happier to sleep than to go to those annoying balls. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Helen turned over and sat in front of Wren, her amber pupils were as beautiful as the most brilliant amber in the world, and she showed a pleading look, "I'm not talking about the kind of serious ball, it's all young people, the atmosphere is very lively, even if you don't want to dance, you can sit with me and eat something and drink something." She took Wren's hand and put it in her palm, letting the back of Wren's hand stick to her face and rub it gently.

The pitiful look is like a puppy and kitten with a tail swinging and begging, pursing his mouth and looking at Wren nervously, and tapping his head from time to time, "Go!"

Wren looked at her and directly debunked her little trick, "Are you going to get married?"

Noble ladies rarely have marital autonomy, and most of the time they have several partners to marry not long after they are born. These objects are naturally selected through the years, leaving the most suitable one. This person is their future partner. Sometimes the aristocracy was very enlightened, they were always at the forefront of trends, they were representatives of fashion, they were the darlings of the times. But sometimes, the aristocracy was also very rigid and observed some ancient customs.

On more than one occasion, some people criticized the aristocracy for its decadence and conservatism, but no one can deny that it is precisely because of this decay and conservatism that the nobility has fallen into an impenetrable barrier between the group and other classes. This is not a derogatory ridicule, the hierarchy has proved countless times that dividing people into three, six, nine, etc. is not a kind of ignorant backwardness, and this kind of system is the most suitable product of this era. If you want to cross the barrier, you can't do it by marrying a noble lady, nor can you marry a noble lord. If you want to really cross that line, you have to take the initiative.

Fight for the empire, fight hard!

As a young lady from a noble family, Helen is already considered a marriageable age at her age, and the person she marries may not care about her age, but the families on both sides will definitely want them to get married as soon as possible. Some of the things that were promised had to be fulfilled after the two of them got married, such as some secrets that could not be disclosed, some disturbing transactions. Only when they are married, will there be a seemingly stable chain between the two parties that binds them together.

However, in reality, marriage is useless, and it is not without people who betray marriage and betray covenant. Nothing is set in stone in the face of great temptations and benefits that can change attitudes.

In the past, the twelve golden nobles made a sacred covenant under the initiative of Orlando I, but looking at the streets of the Golden Ring District of the imperial capital close to the palace, are there only seven golden nobles whose estates still flutter the noble flags, and where are the other four?

What bullshit attacks and defends the alliance, what bullshit rules the world together, is just an excuse for people to deceive themselves.

Helen's face changed slightly, and she asked Wren to accompany her, on the one hand, to rebel against the two families urging her to marry. On the other hand, it is also to draw a big pie for her family, and the patriarch of the golden nobility like Wren is not a better and more worthy investment goal than her marriage partner? As long as Wren goes, Helen's marriage will drag on until the marriage between Helen and Wren is completely severed.

Even her family would feel that even being a lover for Wren would be better than marrying a relatively weak nobleman as his wife.

In this way, Helen was able to gain greater autonomy and more freedom.

It's ridiculous!

The nobles who are looked up to by the commoners every day can't even grasp their own freedom, maybe those commoners who don't have any restraints are the objects that these young nobles yearn for.

It's a lonely city, and the people standing outside the city are crowding their heads to get into the city to have a look, and the people in the city are willing to leave it at their all.

In the face of Helen's request, Wren agreed.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the so-called machismo, first of all, Wren is an adult, no matter how old he is now, at least he was in his thirties when he was on Earth, close to forty. He has a mature soul and a mature mind, he is not a child, he feels that as long as he touches something, it must be his own, and no one is allowed to touch it. Do you have to be together if you have a relationship? The answer is no, everyone will have a greater pursuit than the desire and demand that comes from the flesh.

Secondly, Wren is a politician, and he may be far from a statesman, but the moment he replaced the "former Wren" as the owner of this body, he took on all the glory, splendor and responsibility that the surname Alcania brought him. He must also use Wren to forge a new future, new achievements, and even pursue some more ambitious goals. There's nothing you can't let go of in the process.

This is perhaps the saddest thing for every politician and politician, because many times, what you have to do and how to do it is beyond your control.

Agreeing to Helen is also in line with Wren's appeal for his own interests, and he needs to cultivate as many henchmen as possible. Although it was promised that Helen might bring herself an enemy, she would also recruit an ally for herself.

The enemy thing, one more and one less, really hasn't changed much.

Hearing that Wren had agreed to her request, Helen happily pounced on Wren and pressed him down to knock him down. The two looked at each other, and the hot air sprayed on each other's faces, and they could feel the breath and unique taste from each other's bodies between breaths.

The temperature in the carriage seemed to be getting higher and higher, and Helen stretched out her pink tongue and licked Wren's lips, and her eyes were full of endless spring .......

One, two!

The deep kiss made the whole world quiet at this moment, there was no more noise around, and the world seemed to belong to only these two people at this moment.

In the face of the enthusiastic Helen, Wren also responded very fiercely, but in the deepest part of his heart at this moment, he was extremely calm. Calm as a stone carved out of stone, without a trace of lust, without a trace of lust. He is like an extremely rational bystander, looking at his body and making the most primitive call, he is completely free from the irrational negative emotions that vulgar desires load into him through physiology.

He's like an actor, playing a weird role.

The carriage slowly stopped outside the manor, and the moment the wheels came to a complete stop, the two turned over and sat up. Helen intimately helped Wren brush the messed clothes on his body, and his affectionate eyes flowed with sparkling sensibility.

Does she like Wren or not?

She herself is not very clear.

Maybe all she needed from the beginning was a channel to vent, and she didn't want to turn herself into a slut, a female cousin, and a promiscuous woman. So the people she chooses are often very special, and she won't choose anyone easily. She and Wren didn't spend much time together, and they didn't do it much, but she was fascinated by Wren and indulged in this feeling.

In Wren's body, she could find something that excites her, something that is difficult to talk about and full of contradictions. But she likes the feeling and loves this thing.

At this time, she smiled knowingly, and her lips were pressed to the corners of Wren's lips, revealing the most beautiful smile, "It's really handsome!"

Handsome, there is still a slight gap between this word and Wren, he smiled absently, and pushed open the door of the carriage. Phonkos had already brought a low stool and stood aside, and he saw Helen in the carriage arranging her clothes with a knowing smile.

Wren glared at him and stepped on a low stool to get out of the carriage, "Come to me in the evening." Glancing at Jasmine, he said, "Send Miss Helen home." ”

The slowly closing carriage door cut off the sight of the two men, and Wren stood outside the manor, watching the carriage turn and disappear at the intersection, before turning and walking towards the gate.

"Has anyone come to visit during my absence?", Wren unbuttoned his collar as he walked, unbuttoning the two dark blue gem collars and throwing them to Funkos, "The God of Light is above, and it really tires me to death these days." ”

Phonkos followed closely behind Wren, who put Rennes' collar buckle in his pocket and replied, "Most people know that you went to Bell Province, so no one has come to visit." After a pause, "The Imperial Council will be convened tomorrow, do you have any arrangements?"

"Tomorrow?", Wren's tone raised, a little surprised, "so fast?"

Phonkos bowed slightly, "Yes, you've been gone for ten days, and tomorrow is Parliamentary Day in mid-December." ”

"I've done pretty much what I need to do, leave the rest to the goddess of fate, I hope she won't let me down!", Wren didn't seem to care, he had already arranged everything according to his plan, and if the parliament could pass the plan for parliamentary reform, then this was a victory he deserved. If you can't pass it...... , he might try it a different way. Failure is not something that cannot be accepted, as long as there is psychological preparation and a heart that is willing to beat because of the struggle, gains and losses become less important.

Phonkos smiled and patted his ass, "Of course, she won't let you down." ”

The news of Wren's return did not alarm the big people who were preparing for big things the night before the council, and even some small people were extremely nervous at this time. When the sun rises tomorrow, a new chapter may open for the Empire, but it may also be as unwavering as ever.