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The emperor's slap slapped Xiao Qian's face, and the crowd below suddenly stirred. The noise of pen, fun, and www.biquge.info cursing came and went, and the military and police began to maintain the wall of people, trying to suppress the commotion.

Xiao Qian saw the excitement of the crowd below, and knew that if she cried, the emotions of the crowd would be even more out of control. It is crowded with people, and it may cause a commotion that is beyond the control of the military and police.

So she covered her face and remained silent, not giving herself room to make mistakes.

Isaac stared at Xiao Qian, whose face was flushed, from afar, bared his teeth and muttered: "Cry, make trouble, turn your face with him!

Xiao Qian actually held back. But she could no longer look directly at the emperor's face. So she tilted her head to cover her face, took her skirt and turned around to step down.

Until the end, she swallowed her grievances alone and did not say a word to the emperor. She is extremely patient and accommodating on the surface, but in her heart she can't wait to break off.

Although the emperor saw that Xiao Qian's back was extremely lonely, he would never reach out to keep it. He clenched his fists, abandoned his companions, turned his head and shouted, "Disperse the crowd for me, restore traffic!"

The Paris patrol was ordered to evacuate the crowd. The closing ceremony broke up unhappily.

"Damn! What's wrong with Xiao Qian?

Andrew was in a complicated mood and asked in surprise: "Sir - do you want Xiaoqian to quarrel with the emperor?"

"I'm ......" Isaac gritted his teeth and spoke, and suddenly the words changed, pressed Andrew's shoulder, and Mi earnestly instructed: "I believe that Xiaoqian is very uncomfortable now." As the male number one playing against her, when she is sad, you just rightly hand over a tissue to wipe away tears, which is your standard obligation as a gentleman. What do you think?"

Andrew's heart was full of joy, and it was as if a morning glory was growing wild in his chest.

"Okay. He stood up politely and ran gently to Xiao Qian in the distance.

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Xiao Qian sat in the carriage and touched up her makeup. The face was beaten hot, the five finger prints were faint, and no matter how hard the foundation was done, it couldn't be covered. She stiffened her face and refused to cry, only holding a grudge in her heart.

She has the best face, and she has never suffered a loss, but today she was beaten in front of everyone, and she was so angry that she exploded her lungs. Even if she took into account the overall situation and gave the emperor face, she would never talk to the emperor again.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the windowpane. Xiao Qian hurriedly put down the small mirror and saw Andrew's blue eyes blinking outside the window. The partner of the opposite scene came to the car at some point, looked at her with concern through the glass.

"Are you alright?" said Andrew, handing in a tissue.

Xiao Qian sat expressionlessly, neither answering nor refusing, looked at Andrew and said, "Thank you, I'm fine, I don't need tissues." ”

Andrew was like being burned by an iceberg, retracted his hand, but was unwilling to go, poked outside the car and continued to show humanistic care: "I am shocked that the emperor actually did such a rude thing. If I were a soldier, I would have launched a duel against the emperor. ”

Xiao Qian didn't move, squinting at this handsome German boy. Andrew's skin is fair like a vampire, his facial features are corrected as if they have been carved with a file, and he is a master. His blue eyes, golden eyebrows, thin lips and blood-red lips made him a fatal attraction to Parisian girls.

"Heh, launch a duel against the Emperor?" Xiao Qian laughed sharply.

"Yes," Andrew's chest rose and fell sharply, and he mustered up the courage to look directly into Xiao Qian's light green pupils, "For you." ”

He has partnered with Xiaoqian for a long time, whether he is unknown or popular all over Paris, Xiaoqian has not taken him seriously. Like the Parisian man who was fascinated by Xiao Qian, Andrew also looked up to Xiao Qian all the time, treating her as an unattainable ripe grape, which looked extra sweet because it could not be picked.

Xiao Qian rolled her eyes and exhaled irritably, this restrained expression of boredom made her even more full of queen charm.

"Men are responsible for themselves. Do whatever you want, but don't use it in the name of love. Xiao Qian bluntly pierced Andrew's heart: "You just hate the emperor, because he is attacking your hometown, and you don't dare to protest." If you want to duel him, you can go to the duel, I won't be grateful to you. This kind of superficial touching is just whitewashing selfishness. ”

Andrew's face turned white when he was said, he stood in place with a tissue in embarrassment, and he didn't expect that the confession he was determined to win would come to naught. He thought that Xiao Qian would hate the emperor after being slapped in the face, and then sympathize with him.

Xiao Qian categorically rejected the good idea, then lay down on the back and ordered: "Go home." ”

As soon as the carriage moved, the windows were removed from Andrew's face, and the face of the beautiful woman behind the glass floated away from his eyes, leaving only the picture imprinted in his memory.

Xiao Qian got rid of the suitor, only then closed his eyes tiredly, pressed his hand on his collarbone, and concentrated on recalling the moonlight of the night when he was conquered by Frederick, and couldn't help but use the memories to heal. In her dreams, she muttered, "Master......"

I don't know when, the drunken gold fans in Paris make her feel bored. The beauty of memory becomes an untouchable eternity. She just wanted to brew a cup of fragrant coffee, walk into the study full of moonlight, and get close to the back of the book at the desk, hoping that she could use small talk to possess the busy man and compete for favor with all the people in the world.

How superficial is it to duel with the Emperor for me.

It's something you want to do, so why bother to be courteous to a woman?

But I know that in order to stay with me, he did not hesitate to spread his wings to protect me, did not hesitate to deceive his allies to indulge me, and did not hesitate to depreciate himself and lose to me.

He didn't say any of these things. The real romance given by men is something that has nothing to do with words.

Once shocked by the sea, you will lose your sense of rivers and streams, except for the beautiful scenery of Wushan and the sea of clouds, there is no cloud in the world.

"My mind is full of masters. It's okay to let the body turn into foam, when will I see him again?" Xiao Qian thought, grabbing her collar. Her break with the emperor is more like a relief from obligation. When the burning palm prints fade away, when the hatred in her heart freezes, she will never care about this Paris again. When she closed her eyes and frowned, when she was bumpy in the car, she was enjoying the day when she met her master in her fantasy.

In that pale illusion, how much the owner likes Xiaoqian, how grand the scene is. He wore the most handsome armor and the most dazzling helmet, and walked towards him under the gaze of ten thousand people. This reunion can satisfy the vanity of all women.

Will there be a day?," Xiao Qian opened her eyes and asked herself.

"You are mine!" Frederick's roar haunted her ears again: "As long as I stretch out my hand, there is nothing that cannot be reached! Is Paris far away? When the crusade eagle flag flies everywhere in Paris, when it becomes the land under my leather boots, then it is close at hand! Even if I conquer the ends of the earth, I will take you back!"

This resounding memory is an analgesic used by Xiao Qian to treat longing.

It wasn't until the moment when tears slipped from the corners of her eyes that Xiao Qian lowered her head and realized how much she enjoyed the dictatorship of her master.