74_74752 In the Scottish Jingo Iron Horse of that year, the Iron Duke was promoted to the Iron King, which theoretically means that the high-ranking officials have to sit and the horses can afford it. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and it didn't take long for the head to move. The Iron King instantly became the No. 1 ****, and the first level teleported to the countries to set an example. And then what's going on......

The time and experience of a person's return to China is often relatively long, but if you are not an ordinary person, it may have some bonus. A super witch from France, what kind of high-end is that? It is said that Shaokang Zhongxing, Wuding Zhongxing, and Guangwu Zhongxing all have a very legendary color.

The earth is basically a physical plane, but there is never a shortage of legends, especially the Zhongxing of Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu is the most legendary. Traveler Wang Mang vs Plane Son Liu Xiu, Wang Mang almost did everything the traverser could do. What emancipated the serfs, rectified the family, encouraged the development of science, carried out the reform of the disease, and rectified the armament innovation - it is a pity that he was still defeated by the great meteorite summoning technique of Liu Xiu, the son of the plane.

If it is, then it must be irresponsible – because the end is too overwhelming. But if this is a bloody fact, and history is written in a state of hopeless embarrassment, then what should it be? So it is not that there are no good historians after the historical records, but that the history after the historical records is so extraordinarily nonsense that I don't know how to write it. The Later Han Dynasty has a few scribbles, and there are only a few words in Zizhi Tongjian - no way, this history can't be written, and if you write more, it's a travel text, and it is a historical fantasy poisonous weed travel text.

...... How exactly should history record this even bizarre?

Relatively speaking, a French nobleman turned into a witch (overage magical girl?) marries into Scotland and helps her husband die. After the defeat, she almost fled to the territory of the Swedish barbarians, and now she has become a female boss in both the Swedish political and military circles. waved an olive branch to his hometown of France, and asked to explode Britain together before and after-

This...... It seems to be becoming acceptable.

I've seen more nonsense history.,This can only be regarded as a legendary story is a p?

Of course, any legend is built under the embarrassment of many people, at least the villains.

Rutin's daughter thought the same way.

Join Anjou is French, but the daughter must follow her father. His father's name is long listed: Brutus, David, Paris, Robert, Bruce, William, Chu, McCahenry, White.

I can report the name of the dish after memorizing it, and my daughter is not so important. A name would be worthy of a princess, so an excerpt from her name is called Margaret McChowry. Abbreviated as Margaret Brutus.

Her daughter was actually engaged when she was young, and she was really engaged to a certain little count in Paris. It's just that the count has long been put on the stage of history, but Marguerite herself (a name with a clear French style) is still the same as most of the aristocratic ladies of this era. Either she was educated at home, or she left her family early to go to a monastery for ladies' training.

Margaret falls into the latter category.

She had been sent to a secret, Irish monastery. In Ireland, where shrews are popular, Margaret has learned a lot of strange stunts as a witch - that's all for later.

This young lady is just fourteen years old this year, and of course she is already old enough to get married and start her first machine. Fourteen years old, what a fascinating boundary - a golden hair with slightly wavy hair, a slender figure and the ability of a cyan girl. The blue eyes, with her mother, are quite beautiful, the offspring of a beauty, and a template for a beauty.

Since ancient times, it is one of the best traded goods other than arms and drugs.

More than twenty knights wearing family coats of arms, dressed in heavy armor, escorted a four-wheeled carriage drawn by four maroon horses, and slowly came to a halt a hundred meters in front of Louis Debot Bourbon and Jie Luo. The delicate red carpet is fluttered, and the dismounts with gold-trimmed precious leather are set up.

The carriage door slowly opened, and the beautiful Miss Margaret.

"A rare beauty. Miss Jieluo smiled slightly.

She's pretending to be very hard now, and according to her habitual character, she's already opening her mouth to scold by now - what's there to pretend to be a little smashing? The thing she hates most in her life is trouble, and now things are so troublesome that she wants to solve this trouble in a very simple way.

"Yes...... Uh, but not as beautiful as you. Louis Debbot Bourbon's face showed a look of embarrassment, and it would be nonsense to say that he didn't care about the future of the palace. Just now, he tried to see what the person looked like, but it seemed that he was too far away for him to see clearly.

"It's useless to say that—oh?"

Suddenly, a shocking bulge occurred.

"Die!" the witch smashed ——" and after a shout of rage, a young knight in the party who was greeted by a French party did not know what was going crazy. The sword was unsheathed, and it roared like madness, so close to the weak Margaret, only two steps away. With a single sword, the Franco-Swiss alliance can be pushed into the abyss from which it will never recover.

The one-handed knight's sword in the young knight's hand was cut off effortlessly, and it only took a few dozen centimeters to easily cut off Margaret's head.

"Dang!"

However, a surprising scene occurred – when many people didn't even know what was happening, and many didn't even have time to exclaim – the seemingly weak victim, the delicate and even a little cyan and thin girl. With a wave of his white fleshy hands, he easily caught the sword swung by the young and majestic knight opposite with one hand.

"Really, it's all here, still like that. ”

The girl sighed, and with a slight grip of her right hand, she pinched off the sword she was holding in her hand with a "click!" and easily kicked the opponent more than ten meters away. Fell heavily on the lawn in the distance—

The line of stabbing knights had been kicked in a deep pit in their breastplate, and blood was already pouring out of their mouths and noses. If you look closely, this line of Thorn Knights is not an ordinary human - but a Draenei! The male Draenei are strong and have more strength than humans - this ...... It's not scientific!

"Oh?!?!——a

Almost everyone at the scene let out incredible exclamations and screams of surprise.

"This ...... "Of course, this also includes His Royal Highness Prince Louis Debott Bourbon (the crown grandson, to be exact) - this is his future woman?

"Hmm...... It's not a vase. Jieluo sighed - it was annoying that her own assassination had failed, and that simple violence was not enough?......?" And, Debbot. ”

"Hu......h?

"Congratulations, you have a good wife in the future, but I don't know who rides whom. Jieluo's personality made her unabashed, and even behaved debauched (in the eyes of the time): "Let's go, let's go see this fiancée, your future wife—the appearance of the show gave us a good dismount." ”

The process was supposed to be that the Dauphin of France stood still, waiting for the Scottish princess to come to him step by step and salute, and then he returned the salute with the courtesy of his master. It's a pity...... Now the prince and the prime minister must run together in front of the Scottish princess.

Margaret shook her hand, and the girl's face was helpless. A crowd of people had now gathered in front of her, especially the knights who were following her guard, and they had all surrounded her for protection. The first meeting between Scotland and France didn't seem so good.

Several maids who came with the girl also stood trembling aside, as if they did not have the same furrows in their breasts as their own girl masters, and calmness did not belong to ordinary girls who experienced this kind of thing. Even the other small and medium-sized nobles who welcomed them on the side were panicked.

"Get out of the way——"

The male protagonist in full costume appears - His Royal Highness the Prince asks his people to get out of the way. Straight in front of the Scottish guards - it seems that the Scots are all looking at each other when they see the identity of the comer, and they don't know whether they should trust the "ally" in front of them anymore.

"Your Highness. Louis Debott Bourbon bowed to Princess Marguerite outside the wall of guards, and said, "It's a pleasure to see you—it's a pity that something has disturbed our meeting, and I hope it won't embarrass you and me too much, and affect you and me." ”

"Are you...... Your Highness?" the two Highnesses addressed each other, and Princess Margaret, seeing her future husband, seemed a little helpless and hurriedly bent down slightly, giving the courtesy of a female nobleman: "I'm glad to see you, too—yes, it's just a little thing, this kind of thing has not been encountered before, and you don't have to guess who did it: damn Englishman." ”

"Lovely lady shouldn't say these words—but our lovely lady isn't very human?" a witch on the back of a dragon stepped forward, and a strange smile came to her face, "-Welcome, princess of Scotland, are you satisfied with the castle?"

"Uh...... Much bigger than expected. Stunned, Margaret laughed, and didn't seem to understand the other party's words: "Thank you for the compliment, you are ......"

"The prime minister of the Bourbon dynasty, the Duchess of Gilles. Louis Debott Bourbon hastened and said, "The first female prime minister of our dynasty." ”

"You're the Duchess of Jackie—as pretty as my mother said. Margaret looked at the on the back of the dragon in front of her in disbelief: "Everyone is well—although I want to meet in other ways, but unfortunately I have to kill people when we first meet." ”

"There will be more killings in the future, isn't this what you came to form an alliance for? Don't worry, the kings of France love the blood of foreigners. Jieluo still kept smiling, and before the other party could recover from his stunned shock, she said, "Prince Debot, why don't you hurry up and take your fiancée's hand and enter Versailles...... Prison?".