Versailles Wild Rose

Bah, she is happier without him. She is already thinking about the happy life after retirement.

She cannot divorce without the permission of the bishop of Paris, but d'Artagnan is not too young, so she will take care of the empty-nester and accompany him to live a clean retirement life for a few years.By the way, in order to prevent d'Artagnan from being accidentally killed by Louis like in the movie, it is best to persuade him to retire now.

D'Artagnan is a very nice person, sometimes very funny, being loyal as a courtier except for one point, being loyal as a friend, and being considerate as a husband, such a person should not die too early, although there is a scene of D'Artagnan's death in the movie It's worth complaining about, but this world can be reasonable and self-consistent. Maybe in the end, D'Artagnan still cannot escape the fate of being killed by his own son.

A little headache.Looking out the window at the forest, thinking if she'd been living in Versailles, Louis probably wouldn't want to rebuild Versailles, so shouldn't she also leave for a few years so Louis can finally make up his mind Well, she's not likely either It is true that I will live in Versailles for the next few decades, and it will not be a problem to leave for 10 years.

If D'Artagnan dies, Reinho will marry her, it doesn't matter if he doesn't marry, and there is no benefit in marriage, but if she has a child with Reinio, so that the child can inherit his castle and title in the future, She would still like to marry him.

Alas, it is not good to have no convenient and effective means of contraception.If she doesn't want to have children, she can only abstain from sex.

D'Artagnan left in the afternoon, taking with him the letters addressed to the people at Fontainebleau.

Lucien took the reply letter to Regno.

That night, it rained heavily again.

Adrian was awakened by thunder again.

Thunderstorms in summer are really annoying.

He closed the window today, but there was still some rainwater seeping in on the floor, leaving a small spot of water on the floor, which seeped down along the cracks in the wooden floor.

He got up quietly, and came outside Abigail's room with a candle cup.The air is extremely cold in the rainy night, so it is necessary to wear a thick nightgown.

He is wearing a nightgown with a fur collar, which is said to be that of a king.

No indoor slippers were worn on the feet, but only bare feet.

The floor was cold.

In fact, no matter if he stood in the corridor or put his ear against the door, he couldn't hear the sound in the bedroom, but he still couldn't help it.

He imagined what she looked like now, and imagined what she would look like lying on the bed. In fact, he couldn't really imagine, he could only pitifully replace her face with someone else's body.

But just at the beginning he was terrified, he couldn't imagine her doing those indescribable gestures or movements, how could it be her

But he also knew that she was already a wonderful woman, and she had several lovers, so she must have had a lot of experience in making love.

He nervously remembered how the priests in the monastery strictly taught the boys that they must confess in the morning, whether there is in the evening.

Alas, he had no idea what that was all about.The girls he saw in his dreams had no real faces, they were like some armless Roman or Greek statues, with plump bodies but no faces, and sometimes no heads.

He imagined how she moaned under other men, he was excited, frustrated and resentful, his mood jumped back and forth, restless.

Those attendants all said that a woman can make people forget their own existence, a woman's body, a woman's appearance, but in fact, their temperament is not what they fancy.

The most sleepy woman in the French court is currently the Marchioness of Provence. The attendants discussed the lady's beautiful appearance, blond hair, long hair, soft and rosy lips, and chest as soft as white clouds; If the lady goes to bed, it means that she has friendship with the king.

What they say is that Madam is the most beautiful and untamable filly in the large stable of the royal palace. So far, the people who have ridden this filly include His Majesty, the captain, or Tate. Earl of Silan, that's why His Majesty exiled the Earl twice in succession.

He thinks the word "little mare" is too vulgar, but occasionally thinking of this vulgar word before falling asleep makes him excited for no reason

He couldn't help touching a certain part of himself.

The door opened suddenly, and a girl's face suddenly appeared in front of him, and she yelled suddenly.

Adrian was so scared that he almost pinched an important part of himself.

Abigail looked shocked, "Why are you standing here and scaring me to death."

He was stunned, and it took almost a minute before he remembered that his hand was still on an indescribable part, and he quickly raised his hand.

Abigail was about to die of laughter, "You don't sleep in your room in the middle of the night, come here to sleepwalk?"

"Sleepwalking" he asked in a daze.

"You are so strange." She reached out and touched the fur collar of his nightgown, "Can't you sleep?"

"I can't sleep." He was so nervous that smoke came out of his throat, so he licked his lips.

"I can't sleep either. I'm hungry, let's steal something from the kitchen."

He was taken downstairs by her in a daze, to the kitchen in the semi-basement, and found a basket of apricots.

The apricots were not too sweet, and Abigail washed the apricots in the water from the tank, wiped them with a handkerchief, and ate one herself.

He also took an apricot, but did not eat it, but held it in his hand.

"Madam..." He forgot what he wanted to say in a blink of an eye.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

There is a mixture of ingredients and bread and honey in the kitchen, which makes people want to eat when they smell it. .

"If you are separated from the king, can you come with me to Spain." He made a promise in a muddleheaded manner.

She smiled, "No."

"I invite you, in the name of my family. Is this okay?"

She smiled again, "Not good."

She sat and he stood.

She hooked her fingers at him, he didn't know what she wanted him to do, and looked at her in confusion.

"You are so stupid." She was very disgusted, "Squat down."

He squatted down and landed on one knee.

"Are the apricots good?" she asked.

"I haven't eaten yet." He replied honestly.

She put half an apricot in her hand near his mouth, and he took a bite dazed. It was slightly sour and slightly sweet, but generally speaking, it tasted mostly sour.

He frowned, "sour"

"Is it sour? It's okay, but it's not too sweet." She leaned forward slightly, and saw that his lips were dimly lit, and the color of his lips could not be seen, but generally speaking, it should be the peachy color of a young man's blood.He has a straight nose bridge, a very well-shaped nose with a slightly raised nose tip, large and beautifully shaped eyes, double eyelids, not particularly high browbones, soft facial features, and still a handsome face of a teenager.

Not the same as Louis, not the same as Philip.

"Adrian."

He didn't answer, but his breath became heavy.

kiss.

I don't know who kissed who first, maybe, not in sequence.

Sentimental kiss.

sweet kiss.

ah how beautiful this is

He was so excited that he shed tears.

She thought, this person is so strange, just kissing, why are you crying?

"Why are you crying?" she asked in a low voice.

"I'm not dreaming." His voice trembled.

"It was a dream."

"Then I would rather never wake up."

"yes"

"Miss Abigail. I call you Abby too. Why did you kiss me?"

"I wanted to kiss you, so I did. Shhh, stop talking. You're so stupid, you can't even kiss, you're stupider than me."

Another kiss.

Lingering, long, wonderful kiss.

Just a kiss.

He sent her back to the room, but couldn't remember how he got back to the room.He seems to be walking on clouds, every step is light.

Really happy.

Is this the kind of happiness between men and women?

If it is that kind of happiness, it will definitely make people crazy.

His whole body was dry and hot, and he was filled with an emotion that he couldn't explain from his hair to the tip of his toes. He longed so much for the day when he could meet her honestly.

A few days later, Claude left.

Abigail went in and out with Adrian openly, and they did almost everything together.

They walked in the nearby forest without the guards following them.They picked raspberries and raspberries from the bushes and fed each other; they ran across the grass for no reason, yelling pointlessly until they were hoarse.

Adrian could play the guitar very well, and would often spend half the night playing it for her.

He wove her a wreath of wildflowers from the fields, and put it in her fair hair.

Simple and happy, thinking about nothing, and no one dared to say anything.

He restrained the idea of ​​asking her to quickly solve the obstacle of "royal mistress", so he was very sensible and didn't mention it.

Abigail also pretends she doesn't have a whole bunch of annoying things waiting to be sorted out.

Taming a boy who doesn't understand anything is something that must be done carefully, especially if the boy has been a priest for several years and wants to become a priest. He will always have a place in his heart for God.He is still at the age of a teenager who is uncertain about his future. Wouldn't it be nice to experience the bliss of life?

But we must pay attention to the method and method, and we should not be too eager.

If you act like you're only interested in sex, you're likely to be looked down upon by this boy who wants to be a priest, and you've lost all your work.

Besides, it would be interesting for him to beg her.

So, apart from kissing, there was no other physical contact between them.

Adrian became more anxious every day.

He vaguely knew what he wanted, but worried that she wouldn't like it, or something else, he hesitated to speak.

Kissing is a skill that, once learned, requires a lot of practice.He likes to hold her tightly, and he has imagined the taste of real skin-to-skin contact countless times, which will definitely be unforgettable for a lifetime.

He looked for every opportunity to touch her skin, just a simple touch was enough to stir his mind.

The author has something to say that in ancient times, there were pure natural plants that could achieve contraceptive effects. There used to be a plant called compass grass sihiu in Libya. It only needed to take a small bean-sized ball of resin every month to achieve contraception or abortion. Therefore, the amount of this kind of resin is very large, but it cannot be cultivated artificially, so it was overcut and became extinct before BC. ,,