Embracing the sobbing Mrs. Margaret Brown, she gently patted her on the back with her hand. Dorgon looked very gentlemanly, and gestured softly as if he were patting a baby.

Mrs. Margaret Brown sobbed for a moment and left Dorgon's shoulder. I wiped my eyes, a little embarrassed.

After all, it's the shoulders of a strange man.

Dorgon gave Lady Margaret Brown a gentle look, "It's okay ma'am, everyone is sad sometimes.

I also lost my father back then, he was killed by a strong man of the Ming Dynasty. Not only that, but my strong brothers forced my mother to die for my father.

When I saw my mother, she had already been strangled to death by my brothers with bowstrings. ”

"Oh! God, what else is so cruel now? When I was in the Ming Dynasty, I heard that when the emperor died, there would be many people who would be martyred.

Was your father the emperor? Mrs. Margaret Brown blinked wide, her eyes were amber.

Under the cover of the candle flame, it looks a little weird.

"He's not an emperor yet, according to European parlance, he's a duke with a territory." Dorgon tried to make himself humble and polite.

"Then you are a nobleman?"

"Sort of! However, my family's territory was taken away by the generalissimo of the Ming Dynasty. I can only wander around, and this time I went to the North American territory, and I just wanted to live a good life.

Marry a beautiful woman and inherit the blood of the family. It's good to be quiet and live this life to the end. Dolgon was sincere, his black eyes looking deep.

The tender gaze was in the eyes of Mrs. Margaret Brown, and the two of them met each other, never to be separated from each other.

Between the electric light and flint, it seems that the heartstrings have been plucked by each other.

The lips of the two men grew closer and closer, gradually gluing together.

After a long time, the four lips parted.

"We ......!"

"We ......!"

Two people spoke at the same time, and they both said the same words very tacitly.

"You say!"

"You say!"

Again tacitly said the same thing.

The two of them laughed in unison, it was a pleasant chance encounter, and neither of them wanted to end so soon.

"Let's go have a drink." Dorgon said with a smile.

"Go to my cabin, there's too many people in the cafeteria." Mrs. Margaret Brown was curious about this wonderful Oriental man.

There seems to be something about him that attracts him.

Although Mrs. Margaret Brown had her own lover, he was the first to give her such a wonderful feeling.

"I'm drinking well, aren't you afraid I'll get you drunk?" Dorgon had a wicked smile on his face.

"Drunk me? What do you want to do when you're drunk? Dorgon's response was made by Mrs. Margaret Brown's teasing.

"What do you say?"

Lady Margaret Brown walked in front, and Dorgon in the back. Walking into the cabin, from time to time someone saw Mrs. Margaret Brown and greeted her.

Mrs. Margaret Brown was again the same graceful and noble lady, and kept a polite smile at everyone.

After declining several offers, Mrs. Margaret Brown returned to her room.

The door was hidden, and Dolgon, who was following behind, glanced around. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, Ada stood guard at the corner of the corridor with great eyes.

Pushing the door open, Dorgon stepped inside.

As soon as he entered the room, a fiery body pounced. The lips kissed Dorgon's lips, and for the first time, Dolgon was pressed against the wall by a woman.

How can this work?

With all his might, Dorgon slammed Mrs. Margaret Brown against the wall.

The lips of the two men were entangled, and it took a long time for them to separate.

The two people who were separated gasped like fish on the shore.

"You're not going to have a drink?" Dorgon said with a smile.

"Am I not more mellow than spirits?" Mrs. Margaret Brown is full of provocative overtones.

The coat on his body was thrown on the ground, and the clothes inside were very thin. The concave and convex delicate figure looks even more attractive under the candlelight.

"Then I'm going to try it!" Dorgon rolled over and rode onto Lady Margaret Brown.

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Sword-like sunlight shone through the porthole and on Dolgon's face.

Dolgon opened his eyes in confusion, and it was already dawn outside. Through the porthole, you can see the rising sun, which has just risen out of the sea.

Lady Margaret Brown was still sleeping in Begonia Spring, and Dolgon shook her head helplessly.

The two of them were entangled with each other last night, and I don't know how many times they asked each other. In the end, Dorgon was so tired that he fell asleep.

Carefully sorted out the ship's clothes in front of the mirror. Without braids, Dorgon looks even more handsome.

After all, men's braids seem very strange to Westerners.

"Leaving?" Mrs. Margaret Brown's voice came from behind, startling Dorgon.

Mrs. Margaret Brown leaned against the head of the bed, her snow-white breasts exposed to the air. The sun shone on it, gilding it with a touch of gold.

"Hmmm! Going to go. Dolgon took his eyes off Lady Margaret Brown's breast.

With great perseverance, I controlled myself and tried not to take off the clothes I had just put on.

"Actually, you can stay for breakfast." Mrs. Margaret Brown winked at Dolgon.

"Mr. Astor won't be coming back?" Dorgon was somewhat surprised by Mrs. Margaret Brown's fearlessness.

Her husband was still on the boat, and she dared to lead her lover into the cabin. It seems that he is not afraid of his husband catching rape in bed!

"That rotten drunkard, he has his own cabin. I don't like living with him, he gets drunk every day, and he smells of alcohol all over his body. At the mention of Astor, Mrs. Margaret Brown looked disgusted.

"You ...... Don't usually live together? Dolgon was a little confused, the two couples didn't live in the same bed.

"Usually he lives in his room and I stay in mine. He can't do that, sleeping with him is torture. Lady Margaret Brown looked disdainful.

"Then he ......!" Dorgon didn't know what to say, and kept drawing circles with his fingers.

He ...... Oh, and he goes to the maid if he needs it. I'm not going to serve him in that way! "Lady Margaret Brown quickly understood what Dorgon wanted to know.

"Uh......!" Dorgon nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Eat breakfast with me!" Mrs. Margaret Brown extended another invitation.

"I'm going to be with my friend." Dorgon thought for a moment, but rejected Lady Margaret Brown.

I didn't go back all night last night, and I don't know if Elizabeth will be jealous.

Elizabeth was the one who had helped him in his most difficult time, and Dolgon felt a little guilty for treating her like this.

On this point, the ideas of the East and the West are not the same, because of religious reasons. Westerners can accept a secret mistress, but they will never accept a blatant concubine from a husband.

In the East, concubinage is already a very common thing.

Sometimes, even older wives will take the initiative to help their husbands take concubines.

What's more, when a wife marries, she will bring her maids and sisters with her. It's a group to marry a husband!

This is absolutely impossible to happen in the West.

Although biologically speaking, Dolgon was an Oriental. But after many years in the West, Dolgon also knew the traditional habits of the West.

He still felt a little guilty about Elizabeth now.

"Your friend? Lover? The Russian who listened to your story? Mrs. Margaret Brown threw out a barrage of questions as she dressed.

"How do you know she's Russian?" Dolgon was taken aback, in order not to reveal his identity.

When Dorgon and Elizabeth spoke, they were in English. How did Lady Margaret Brown know that Elizabeth was Russian?

"When she talks to you, she often pops up a sentence or two in Russian. Although I don't know Russian, I also know that she speaks Russian. Lady Margaret Brown stood up, walked over to the mirror, pushed Dolgon away, and began to comb her hair.

"Oh!" Dolgon couldn't help it, Elizabeth's English wasn't even as good as Dolgon's.

Sometimes when I speak, I don't know how to speak in Russian.

Such a well-informed person as Mrs. Margaret Brown did not know Russian. But know for sure that the other side speaks Russian.

Never mind! There is no need to remind Elizabeth that it is obviously unrealistic to ask Elizabeth to improve her English skills in the short term.

And when he arrives in North America, Dorgon will take his family to Texas. It is said that it is a vast and sparsely populated area, so it doesn't seem to be a big problem whether you can speak English.

"Are you really going to Texas?"

"Hmmm! I've seen too many storms and waves, and I just want to live some peaceful and peaceful days now. ”

"Do you want to live peacefully in Texas? No one told you that when people go out every day, long and short guns are necessary?

There are some remnants of Indians out there, and they don't treat you like one of their own just because they have the same skin color.

In the territory of North America, Texas is the most chaotic state, and there is no such thing as one of them.

If you want to live a quiet life in Texas, it's best if you have to bring an army with you. That way, no one will dare to mess with you. Mrs. Margaret Brown said as she coiled her blond hair.

Dorgon looked at Mrs. Margaret Brown in the mirror, and he thought it better to have her hair loose.

"Uh......! Is Texas really that messy? "For Texas, Dolgon listens entirely to hearsay from a guy from the North American territory.

He thought it was a paradise, but he didn't realize that it was also a place full of dangers.

Sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. After Mrs. Margaret Brown's introduction, Dorgon began to wonder if his intentions were correct.

Thinking about it myself, it's a little simple.

"Texas is very fertile, and if you don't want to be buried there, I don't think you'd better go.

Stay in New York! With me, I think your conversation should be a capable person. ”

"Spend one night with me and you think I'm capable? You don't mean that kind of ability...... do you? ”

"Hahaha! Both!

To be honest, I need someone who understands English and the Ming language.

We have too many documents to translate, but the Ming people are arrogant, they don't like to learn English very much.

In North America, there are not many translations in Da Ming. So, I would like to hire you as a translator to help me with the documents I exchange with the Ming Dynasty. ”

"Are there a lot of Ming people in New York?" Dolgon was shocked, if there were many Ming people in New York, then he would have left early.

"There are basically no Ming people in New York, but we have to do business with the Ming. And there are a lot of Ming goods from Europe, which also need to be disembarked in New York.

Therefore, we urgently need people who are proficient in English and Da Ming. And you ......, you have mastered one more Russian language than they do.

If there are Russians to do business, you are also a good helper. ”

It turned out that the woman needed a translator, much to Dorgon's relief.

Fortunately, New York is too far away from Daming, and Daming goods occupied there before Daming's people.

"Let me go back and think about it, and I'll get back to you later." Dolgon, seeing Mrs. Margaret Brown's hair in order, seemed to go with her to breakfast in the diner.

If you go out like this, you will definitely be regarded as a little white face. It's better to eat with Elizabeth!

I don't know if Elizabeth will be angry with herself.

Close the door and follow the hallway to the corner. Seeing that Ada was still standing there, it was obvious that he hadn't slept all night, his expression was a little aggrieved, and his eyes were as red as rabbits.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

Dorgon walked in front, and Ada followed behind. The two of them walked down the hallway and down the gangway to the second-class cabin on the first floor below!

ps: In 876, in Scandinavia, the traverser Su Chen became the Viking Ulf, he sang the chapter of "The Lord of the Rings" to the Viking barbarians, subdued people with violence, conquered the tribes of Scandinavia, and finally he looked around with a sword, wearing armor, stepping on a dragon-headed warship, and issued a challenge to the countries of Europa, and the Viking berserkers behind him were eager to try, waiting for his order.

Ulf: Wherever the dragon's head goes, it's the land of Odin. Burn down the pagan churches and rob them of their wealth.

Iron Björn: Your accomplishments will surpass those of my father.

Ivar the Boneless: Ulf, this kid, is more cunning than I am.

White-shirted Hafdan: Overlord Ulf, I am willing to surrender to you.

Byzantine Emperor: Dear Ulf, my brother, please quickly lead the army to support, the question of money is easy to say.

Sultan: Damn Ulf, you've stopped my cause.

A friend's new book "Wear into the Vikings as an Overlord", a good writer. I am good at writing medieval themes, and friends who like it can take a look!