A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

Jian Qiao held the piece of landscape agate and sat on the sofa as if frozen.

His pitch-black eyes were as quiet as a pool of water without a source, and a melancholy breath spread in it.

No one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

"My lord, it's getting late, we should go back." As the evening approached, his two male servants walked softly to the sofa and spoke cautiously.

"Ah, is it already dark?" Jian Qiao seemed to wake up from a long dream, her face was full of trance.

He looked at the street shrouded in night, then at a candle beside him, and then gently put the piece of landscape agate into the box.However, when closing the lid of the box, he stopped all movements.

He held the box and didn't move for a long time.

"My lord, it's time to go." The two male servants reminded again.

Jian Qiao rubbed her temples, and asked wearily, "Should I punch a hole in it and make it into a pendant?"

He has been entangled with this question for a whole afternoon.

The two servants looked at me and I at you, and then chose to remain silent.The owner regards this piece of agate as a treasure, and they dare not come up with random ideas.

Jian Qiao didn't seem to need an answer from the two of them. After a short pause, she murmured: "But if a hole is punched, it will be incomplete. Will it hurt?"

Does a stone need freedom and light, does it cry when locked in the dark, does it feel pain when a hole is punched, does it make one's life incomplete...

These strange questions were obviously beyond the comprehension of the two male servants.

Only those who are romantic by nature can have such absurd associations, but unfortunately they are not, so they both lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.

Undecided, Jian Qiao held the agate and fell into deep thought again.

At the same time, Lei Zhe, who had returned to the Duke's mansion, stood in the dark corridor, staring intently at the faceless "Goddess of Water" by the light of the torch.

"Why did you change her hair to black?" The old prince's weary voice came from the end of the corridor.

Several servants quickly raised torches to light up the wall lamps.

After a while, Helen stumbled down the stairs and ran through the long corridor, shouting at the top of her voice, "I have given birth to a little prince! I want to see Charlie! I want to be queen! I am the most honorable woman in Glory! You Will witness my glory in the end."

Obviously, she's crazy.

The Duchess chased her into the blurred night, calling out helplessly over and over again: "Come back, Helen, please come back quickly! Your child is long gone!"

They used to regard Lei Zhe as a thorn in their side, but when they passed by this person, they seemed to be completely invisible to each other.Perhaps it wasn't that he couldn't see it, but that he finally understood that as long as Lei Zhe was willing, he could control their life and death.

The old prince looked at the backs of the mother and daughter, and there was no sorrow or pain in his cloudy eyes, only endless numbness.

He knew that all of this was caused by his willful behavior.When he intentionally pissed Lei Zhe and Mo An's mother to death, this tragedy was already doomed.

"So, why did you change her hair to black?" the old prince asked persistently.

He always knew what the painting meant.In the eyes of others, it is just a dead thing, but in Lei Zhe's heart, it is a living person who is destined to meet him in the end.He even dreamed about each other in his dreams.

It was his most cherished treasure.

"Why did you paint her fair hair black?" the old prince repeated.

It wasn't until it was irreparable that he suddenly realized that he should have understood this child with his heart.He is also of his own blood, and so strong, courageous, and brave.He inherited Grande's best qualities.

He wanted to step into this child's world, and this painting was a door to that world.

Lei Zhe, who had been staring at the painting intently and motionlessly for a long time, finally had a reaction.Reluctantly, he withdrew his gaze, walked towards the depths of the corridor, and said in a low voice when he passed his father, "I don't know either."

Yes, he didn't know either.

Every time his father asked, he would think hard in his mind, but he still couldn't find a definite answer.Suddenly one day, he inexplicably came up with such an idea - black hair might be more beautiful than blond hair.

And it turns out that this idea was not wrong.After the alteration, "Goddess of Water Lake" is indeed countless times more beautiful than before.

The darkness gradually engulfed Lei Zhe's tall figure.

The old prince turned around and looked back, and hurriedly said in a flattering tone: "I think you have changed very well. She looks more mysterious and noble with black hair. Do you know, your dream will come true sooner or later. She will Come to you and bring you happiness and joy."

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Jian Qiao, who was recuperating in Grande, was worried about when she would be able to go back. She also had another worry, which was whether she should make a small hole for her treasure and wear it as a necklace.

Every day, he holds the box and thinks hard for a while, which also kills some boring time.

He likes to stay on the balcony of the hotel, just sit with nothing to do all day with a cup of coffee.Occasionally, the sun would break through the dark clouds and thick fog, and shine down from the cracks in the sky. At this time, he would stretch out his hand to catch a handful of golden sunshine, and then silently feel the rare warmth.

Of course, such good luck is very rare.

It is not uncommon for Lei Zhe to ride by under his balcony every day.

Seeing Jian Qiao, he would always tighten the reins to make the horse stop, and then asked loudly: "Is your agate for sale? I really like it! I fell in love with it at first sight!"

"Not for sale." Jian Qiao's answer was always the same.

Lei Zhe stared at him with fiery eyes, looking very annoyed, but he would continue to ask the same question when the next day came.His fondness for the agate seemed to grow with each passing day.

After a while, Jian Qiao, who had established a firm foothold in Grande and Polsa, received many invitations one after another.Among them, the banquet of Prince Andrei is absolutely undeniable.

Even if she knew that something uncontrollable would happen if she went to the Prince's Mansion, Jian Qiao had to go.

The price of offending the future king is not something he can afford.Once the king gives the order to go to war, the armies of the major lords will gather to crush the city of Desolet.

In the center of power, Jian Qiao is only at the bottom of the food chain. If he wants to climb up, he must have more troops and weapons, and all of these need money.

Where does the money come from?from free trade.

How to achieve free trade?Make friends with the king and the major lords, and you can achieve free trade.

Therefore, this is a closed loop, and Jian Qiao, who is in it, has no choice at all.He could only endure the humiliation and move forward step by step.

He arrived at the Prince's Mansion as scheduled.

A servant brought him to Prince Andrei, who was lying in the arms of a young man with heavy make-up, a glass of spirits in his left hand and a bag of hookah in his right. sensory stimulation.

The people surrounding Prince Andrei were also drunk and in a trance.They laughed, snarled, and writhed like a group of dancing maggots.And the rest of the guests were enjoying the food, the beauties, and the wine.

This is not so much a celebrity feast as it is a playground for grown-ups.

Jian Qiao who came close immediately frowned.

He smelled opium, and it was impossible for him, who had been immersed in perfume all year round, to misidentify this particular spice.

So he understood that the hookah in Prince Andre's hand was not stuffed with ordinary shredded tobacco, but a drug that could make people crazy.

Jian Qiao looked around and found that [-] to [-]% of the people in the scene were smoking water pipes and drinking strong alcohol.

These so-called aristocrats who don't need to work and don't feel the pressure of life can only pursue happiness in a sick way.Their roots have rotted.

What would happen if she stayed with a group of crazy people who smoked big cigarettes and got drunk, Jian Qiao could understand without thinking.

So he turned and left.

However, Prince Andre had already staggered forward, pulled Jian Qiao into his arms, and both of them fell into the soft chair.

He laughed and said to everyone: "Look, this is the legendary Earl Huadu. Is he more beautiful than Huaer himself?"

Prince Andre pinched Jian Qiao's jaw while speaking, forcing him to raise his face for everyone to watch.

Unrestrained and confused, he regarded Jian Qiao as an actor, singer, or dwarf.

This earl from a remote town, without the protection of a powerful army, is just a little thing that can be played around with.

The guests standing around looked at Jian Qiao wantonly, and then let out a roar of laughter.Someone else blew provocative whistles.

A flame of anger suddenly rose in Jian Qiao's heart.

But what was even worse was that the intense anger dyed his too pale skin a bright crimson color.And such beautiful scenery made Prince Andre even more reluctant to let go.

He gently stroked Jian Qiao's cheek and exclaimed: "My dear, your skin is as delicate as milk. You are such a treasure!"

Those who surrounded Prince Andre also showed salivating expressions.

This is a group of beasts ruled by desire.Noble prey will not make them retreat, but will arouse their urge to tear each other apart.They love incompleteness, pain and despair.

Of course, this incompleteness, pain and despair must happen to others.

Jane Qiao struggled hard.

But recovering from a serious illness, he is no match for Prince Andre, who is as strong as a bull, not to mention that this man's sanity has been completely corroded by drugs, and he has fallen into madness.

A full-blood earl meant nothing to him.He just wanted to destroy this beautiful and fragile little thing.

Jian Qiao's shoulders were firmly pressed down by Prince Andre, and the people around him also rushed up, imprisoning his limbs with all their might.

The guests who stood further away couldn't help laughing when they saw Jian Qiao's embarrassed and pitiful appearance.

They have long been accustomed to such absurd scenes.

This is a group of people in the center of power. They have a powerful army and inexhaustible wealth. They can build their own happiness on the pain of others.

Prince Andre kept mosuo Jianqiao's cheek, and pressed his fingertips on his bright red thin lips, wiping back and forth.

"My God, you don't even wear lipstick. Your lips are as delicate as roses. They are so beautiful!" Prince Andrei murmured hoarsely, with a bewildered look on his face.

Looking at this man's face gradually distorted by desire, Jian Qiao already understood that something terrible would soon happen to her.Even if he shouted for help in spite of decency, no one would pay attention to him.

These guests would just look over indifferently, then shake their heads and smile.For them, this is called calmness and aristocratic demeanor.After returning, not only would they not sympathize with Jian Qiao's experience, but they would also treat his pain and despair as a joke and publicize it to everyone.

This isn't Vanity Fair, it's the Colosseum.Everyone who gets involved in it will unknowingly assimilate into a beast.People who are unwilling to be beasts will be stripped of their personality and dignity.

A waiter brought a bottle of spirits.

Prince Andre didn't even want a glass, he just took the wine bottle and prepared to pour it into Jian Qiao's mouth.

The heavily made-up man who was hugging Prince Andre earlier grabbed Jian Qiao's hair, and said something extremely dirty: "Little bitch, quickly raise your head and drink this bottle of nectar. I dare you Guaranteed, before long, you'll love our game! You'll be hugging our thighs and begging, and we'll make you drink something special."

The people around understood the deep meaning of this sentence, so they laughed even more wickedly.

Jian Qiao's body was already drenched in cold sweat, and despair and fear poured out of her pitch-black eyes.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his previous life.

The feeling of being imprisoned by these people overlapped with the memory of being sent to the river under his mother's armpit, which made him have a strong desire to vomit.

He was so sick that he was about to faint.

The flames of anger have long been suppressed in the great fear.Without the support of her anger, Jian Qiao was so frightened that her entire body went limp.

Prince Andre put his arms around his soft body that seemed to have no bones, and laughed wildly.

The surrounding guests either looked on coldly, or ignored it, or were full of contempt.No one tried to walk over and pull Jian Qiao out of the endless darkness.

When Prince Andre pinched Jian Qiao's jaw open and poured the spicy liquor into his mouth, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind and snatched the bottle away.

"Everyone, you have crossed the line." A deep voice full of evil spirits and threats made the noisy banquet hall into a deathly silence.

Everyone stopped enjoying themselves, including Prince Andrei.

The actors and singers who played music shrank and huddled together like rabbits with their tongues pulled out.