As soon as the blonde young man's voice fell, the audience was in an uproar again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What, it turned out to be for Miss Marceau. ”

"Is the most beautiful rose in our city going to be plucked by this kid?"

"Even a dignified musketeer can't rob our Miss Sophie. ”

"After all, he is a noble musketeer, and he is still so young, maybe Count Marceau will agree. ”

"If Miss Sophie marries a musketeer, won't she marry far away from Paris and not return to Luntu?"

"Seeing that he came back with Miss Sophie, maybe Miss Sophie still has some interest in him. ”

......

Hearing the blonde youth's words, the smile on Count Marceau's face disappeared at once: "Are you sure you want to marry my Sophie?"

"Of course, I'm sure that if you agree, your daughter will be my only companion for life!" said the blonde youth.

Count Marceau's brows furrowed, and then he asked, "You are a musketeer of Your Majesty, if Sophie marries you, will she marry far away from Paris and not return to Luntu?"

The blond-haired young man looked a little hesitant: "Yes, the duty is my duty, I will spend most of my time in Paris serving His Majesty. Although I do not have a permanent place to live, I am confident that it will not be long before I will be able to purchase Miss Sophie a property of the right place in Paris, and I am willing to give all the rewards that His Majesty has given me to Miss Sophie to prove my sincerity!"

The blonde youth's words did not impress Count Marceau, his face turned pale, and he replied, "I'm sorry, Sophie, she won't leave Luntu, and I won't let her marry far away." This is my final reply, and I'm sure Sophie thinks the same way. ”

At this time, Miss Sophie, who had never spoken, spoke, her voice as graceful as that of an empty valley, but her attitude was resolute: "Yes, I will not go back to Paris with you, and I will never marry you, and I have a marriage contract, and my fiancé is a native of London." You are a noble musketeer, I often hear about your heroic deeds in the Academy, you have a great future, you should not waste your time on me, you should go back to Paris. ”

Hearing such a reply, the blonde young man suddenly lost his original calmness, and his tone became angry: "What, why, why are you reluctant to leave this remote town, what's wrong with Paris, there is the most delicious food, the most upper-class balls, the most fashionable life, the most powerful warriors, it is the most prosperous place in all of France, I don't know how much better than this small town where birds don't, and I really like you." ”

Then, he looked around the audience, and the momentum swept across the audience, and the whole hall could hear the needle falling.

He said haughtily: "I don't know which of Miss Sophie's 'fiancé' is here, I, d'Artagnan, in the name of a Miss Sophie's suitor, officially launch a duel with you!"

With that, he took a white glove from his bosom and threw it on the ground. This is the basic etiquette of the French challenge.

When Zhang Ang heard the first words of the blond young man, he knew that something was going to be bad. Sure enough, the flames of war burned on him.

Helplessly, he only tidied up his appearance a little and walked out of the crowd.

Zhang Ang is not tall now, and even looks a little thin, and his appearance can only be regarded as ordinary.

D'Artagnan looked Zhang Ang up and down, but after a few glances, he seemed to see through Zhang Ang at once, and he looked disdainful: "You are Sophie's fiancé, just such a small formal warrior, how can you be worthy of Miss Sophie?" But you still dare to stand up, it is commendable courage, take the gloves!"

Zhang Ang also used the 'Data Eye' to carefully scan d'Artagnan:

d'Artagnan

Rank: Martial Arts Grandmaster

Talent: Peerless

Strength: 110

Dexterity: 105

Constitution: 92

Spirit: 39

Martial arts:???

Looking at the astonishing set of data in front of him, Zhang Ang couldn't help but feel agitated: You are a dignified martial arts master challenging me as an official warrior, and you still have to be ashamed.

Now that his strength is still low, he must not take this duel, and he can't take out the 'Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle' to make this little handsome guy out, so that he will definitely not be able to mix in France.

To keep a low profile, to preserve strength, to beep and never do anything! Think about it carefully, in those comic books, how the protagonist is mouthful.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Ang slowly spoke: "I refuse your challenge! Yes, I am Sophie's fiancé, and I am just a small official warrior. A small nobleman in a small town who doesn't know a single person, and you, a high-flying musketeer, a powerful martial arts master, can naturally unfairly challenge weak rivals according to your own heart, and use the superb martial arts that should protect Your Majesty and defend France, kill them, and win your sweetheart, right?"

D'Artagnan's originally handsome face instantly turned red, he bent down to pick up the white gloves on the ground, and said: "I'm sorry, it's my fault this time, it's me who is too excited, I want to capture Miss Sophie's heart too much, I shouldn't use this way, being strong in martial arts is not a reason to do anything wrong, it will make me look even more stupid, I should beat you in a more convincing way." I withdraw my offer to duel, I apologize to you, I'm sorry. ”

He paused, and with a questioning tone, he continued: "It's just that I don't know what merits you have that can make Miss Sophie fall in love. ”

Zhang Ang also complained silently in his heart: I don't know, why does she have to marry me.

But what he said was: "Maybe I have some qualities that other people don't have, in fact, not every noble lady wants to find a strong husband, just like some people like to drink, some people like to drink flower tea, it can only be said that everyone has their own love." ”

"Idiosyncratics, I'd like to see what qualities you have, I really like Miss Sophie, and I'm not going to give up! Lord Earl, I take my leave. D'Artagnan took a deep look at Zhang Ang, picked up the cloak on the ground, and walked out the door.

Zhang Ang couldn't help but admire his tenacity, if an ordinary person was clearly rejected by the woman, and was slapped in the face by his rival in love, nine times out of ten they would meet and flee, this d'Artagnan really deserved to be a musketeer known for his tenacity and tenacity.

Seeing that d'Artagnan was about to walk out of the living room, Zhang Ang couldn't help but speak: "If the musketeers come to the banquet in the evening, I want to prove that it is not the most delicious food and the most fashionable banquet in Paris. ”

D'Artagnan didn't look back: "Okay, I'll wait and see!"