A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

Jian Qiao ran back to the hotel in a panic, and then walked around the room in a panic, muttering: "It's terrible, it's terrible, everything is terrible!"

He didn't know what to think of, so he hurriedly ordered: "Pack up your things, we'll leave early!"

Although the two male servants were full of confusion, they also hurriedly packed their luggage.

At the same time, the sound of galloping horses came from outside the balcony.The sound of the horse's hooves was fast and urgent, as if it was about to crush the stone slabs on the street.

Jian Qiao didn't need to go to the window to look around to know that it must be Lei Zhe who came after him.

He hastily closed the door tightly and pressed his back tightly against it.

After a while, heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor outside, followed by heavy breathing.This is the gasp that only a ferocious and seriously injured beast can make.

"Jian Qiao, come out." Lei Zhe shouted.

Jian Qiao pressed the door panel even more nervously, not daring to say a word.

The two male servants also stopped packing their luggage and looked towards the door anxiously.

"Do I make you sick like that, eh, Jane Qiao? If you're kissed by me, you'll feel sick?" Lei Zhe asked hoarsely.If he listened carefully, there was even a hint of sob in his tone.

He has never been so sad!

Jian Qiao closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

No, not disgusting.I'm just... I'm just afraid of the smell of blood.

He didn't say the words of explanation.He dared not communicate with Lei Zhe now.

Lei Zhe, who had waited for a long while and got no response, let out a miserable smile, and said in an extremely suppressed tone: "Jian Qiao, give me a straight line! Either you reject me completely and tell me that you have absolutely no chance of loving me. Come on me; or you just promise me and we try to walk down together. Jane Joe, you open the door, let me meet you, let's have a good talk. Jane Joe! Don't go away without a word, don't say never see you! Here I have a clear answer, Jane Qiao!"

In the end, he almost begged.

Jane Qiao was still shaking her head.

There were crystal tears streaming from the corners of his slightly reddened eyes.

He can't do it.He couldn't give an accurate word.He could neither stab Lei Zhe's heart with the sharp edge of words, causing Lei Zhe to fall into pain and despair; nor could he overcome his fear and step into the abyss that he swore he would never step into.

Love is an abyss!Love is doomed to disappear!But friendship will not, friendship can last forever.So, why destroy this friendship?

This is the only friend he ever had!

Jian Qiao's eyes were red, her nose was also red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Lei Zhe waited for a while, but the room was still silent.

The silence annoyed him more than the fire.

"Come out! Let's have a good talk face to face!" He punched the door hard.

His tremendous force made Jian Qiao, who was clinging to the door panel, jump forward.

Only then did the two male servants recover from their astonishment, and hurried forward to help their master hold the door together.An angry lion is no match for them.If Lei Zhe broke the door and broke in, maybe what would happen tonight.

However, they were all wrong.

Lei Zhe just smashed the door panel and realized that there was a person behind the door, and that person must be Jian Qiao.

So, in just a split second, the almost maddened lion restrained his anxiety and unwillingness.He didn't swing a second punch, because he knew that with this punch, the door panel would definitely crack, and the people behind the door would also be hurt.Splinters would scratch his pale cheeks, and fear would fill his dark pupils.

Thinking of such a scene, Lei Zhe's impotent and furious heart immediately softened.

He didn't move for a long time, but his heavy breathing came one after another.

The complex patterns inlaid with iron sheets and copper wires on the door panel scratched his fist, causing him to bleed out.

Seeing the blood, he finally took two steps back, and said in a very dejected manner: "I'm leaving, we'll talk after you calm down."

He paused for a moment, as if he was adjusting his shortness of breath and his almost bursting mood.

Then he took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood off the door and the floor.

His desire to protect Jian Qiao has never changed, even at this time.

The heavy footsteps sounded farther and farther away, and Jian Qiao, who was hiding behind the door, slid along the door and sat on the ground, inserted her fingers into her hair, and pulled helplessly.

His only friend who was connected with each other, lost like this?

---

Jian Qiao spent three days writing farewell letters to the lords she knew well, but she still didn't know what to write to Lei Zhe.

Any language is pale and meaningless.He knew how to make that person despair, but he couldn't bear it; he also knew how to make that person ecstatic, but he couldn't do it.

Facing the empty letter paper, Jian Qiao was almost grey-haired.

He covered his face and let out a low whine.

【My dearest friend——】

It took him several days to write this line of text, and the ink on it had already dried out.

At the same time, Lei Zhe also spent three days writing a letter, but it was not to Jian Qiao.

"Send away these letters and these paintings, don't confuse them." Lei Zhe said hoarsely.

The butler took a box of letters, bowed and promised, and then asked the servants to pack the hundreds of pictures of beauties one by one, paste the addresses, and return them to the protagonists in the pictures.They used to be Lei Zhe's confidante, even if they broke up, they still maintained a friendly relationship.

But now, Lei Zhe was cutting off the last ties between them.

His heart has been occupied by someone, completely, full, without gaps.

He waited for that person to crush the heart, or make it beat again.

"There are still some portraits whose owners can't be found. They either died or disappeared. What are you going to do with these paintings?" the housekeeper reminded.

"Then burn it." Lei Zhe said without hesitation.

At this moment, someone came from the palace, it was Queen Mo An's entourage.

Lei Zhe entered the palace that night.

---

The next day, the two male servants who went outside to deliver the farewell letter to the master hurried back and said excitedly: "My lord, don't be afraid, Lord Lei Zhe won't come to harass you anymore! He's getting married!"

"What?" Jian Qiao, who was lying on the table with a mess of hair and worrying about a piece of blank letter paper, suddenly raised her head.

"He, is he going to get married?" Jian Qiao opened her mouth, and an extremely bitter thing filled her throat.

This bitterness made him inexplicable, and also made him hesitate.

"Yes, to marry Princess Chris of the Principality of Orson. This is an absolute strong marriage! It is said that the matchmaker is Queen Moan. Princess Chris has arrived in Grande, and she is planning to hold a wedding here. "

As soon as the servant finished speaking, the sound of a mighty motorcade running over the street came from outside the window, accompanied by the long sounding horns and the majestic bells and drums from the tower, the momentum was very grand.

The swarming crowd ran and shouted with the convoy, as if they were celebrating a festival.

"Here she is." The servant pushed open the window and pointed outside.

Jane Qiao walked over and looked down.

This is an endless procession, with dozens of luxury carriages clearing the way in front, followed by hundreds of fully armed knights, a golden flag flying on a high flagpole, embroidered with red roses and long hair. sword.

That is the flag of the Principality of Orson.

The carriage in the front turned out to be an open one, and a woman in a fine dress was sitting on a blood-red velvet sofa, gently waving to the people on both sides of the street.

She has blonde hair, blue eyes, snowy skin and red lips, and she is resplendently beautiful.Like Lei Zhe, she is the most dazzling existence.

There was no smile at the corner of her mouth, but her brows and eyes were relaxed and natural, and she never felt nervous even when she came to the most powerful city-state of Totes for the first time.The way she greets the people is so high and casual, as if this is her territory.

Of course, if she married Lei Zhe, this place would indeed be her territory.

Her jaw was raised slightly, her eyes were cold, and she was filled with the same confidence, arrogance and arrogance as Lei Zhe.

They are one kind of people.

Jian Qiao stared at the woman for a moment, her hands grasping the railings of the balcony tightly without knowing when.At this moment, Lei Zhe announced the news of his marriage. He should have breathed a sigh of relief, but his turbulent heart caused even higher waves.

He didn't feel relieved at all, on the contrary, he was even more flustered and dazed.

He turned his head away and fled into the house in embarrassment.

For some reason, he didn't want to see this woman.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and the voice of the calm and proud butler of the Duke's Mansion came from outside: "Mr. Earl, I am here to give a gift on behalf of my master, please be sure to accept this painting. "

Jian Qiao's servant was more relieved, and said softly: "He must have come to return your portrait. It is said that in order to prove his loyalty to Princess Chris, Master Lei Zhe has returned all his beauties. If he couldn't find the owner, he would just burn it. He attaches great importance to his future wife, so you can rest assured."

Jian Qiao responded with a hoarse voice, but her thoughts were in a mess.

He opened the door and took the painting over.

The butler bowed slightly as a salute, and then left in silence.

Jian Qiao dismissed the two male servants, locked the door, and then lifted the white cloth on the painting.

Sure enough, this is the "Danae".A teenager trapped in darkness has been liberated both body and soul because of a ray of light.Every stroke on the painting is full of desires that Lei Zhe has nowhere to vent.

This desire is entangled in the young man, just as Lei Zhe's words soaked in crazy love echoed in Jian Qiao's mind.

But in just a few days, all the madness came to an abrupt end.That confession seemed to never have happened, and Lei Zhe completely disappeared from Jian Qiao's life.

As long as Jian Qiao burns the painting, all traces will be erased, and he can return to his previous life without waves.

Jian Qiao stared at the painting in a daze, and quickly covered it with a white cloth after regaining consciousness, then retreated hastily, rubbing her hands together, as if she had been burned by a fire.He blinked his sore eyes, and a few tears came out.

"Cotton, take this picture—"

When he made up his mind to really burn the painting, he couldn't even give a complete order.His voice was low like a murmur.

In the end, he sat down in the rocking chair, covered his pale face, and made a sleepy and broken breath.

---

Lei Zhe was busy preparing for the wedding, so Jian Qiao's servant slowed down his packing.

It took another two days before everything was packed.

Just as Jian Qiao put on his coat and was about to step out of the room, a decree came from the palace, ordering him to take his knights to report immediately to the military camp in the suburbs.

Glory is at war with another powerful empire, when Prince Andrew and his troops trespass on the country's territory to hunt and slaughter a village in the country.

There are more than 300 villagers in the village, from the elderly to the infants, and none of them survived.

This is definitely something Andre can do.

Where does the glory and power of the nobility come from?from war.

Every nobleman's territory obtained from the king is accumulated by military exploits.Jian Qiao's ancestors were no exception.

If they want to continue to retain or expand their territory, then they must respond to the king's call to win every war.

This is an undeniable responsibility.

But now, the responsibility fell on Jian Qiao.

Jian Qiao had never been on a battlefield, but he could imagine what would happen to him.He has a fever after being exposed to the rain, falls ill after being exposed to the wind for a while, and even loses consciousness when he sees blood. He will definitely die when he goes to the front line!

He can scare himself to death without the enemy's butcher's knife falling down.

Fearful of death, Jian Qiao held the conscription letter in her hand, trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.He even began to suspect that this was his retribution for hurting Lei Zhe.