Good-looking, not allowed to farm

After taking a shower, Judian carefully shaved her face in front of the mirror, sprinkled herself with perfume, put some hair oil on her hair, changed her clothes, and looked at the time. It's still early to find out, so I plan to go to His Majesty the King's side to please and flatter me later, and do my duty as a favored minister.

Before that, he was going to sit in the garden, drink a cup and a half, and relax.

However, when he walked into the park, he found that someone had already taken the seat where he used to sit.

His wife Donna sat quietly, the softer light in the morning shrouded her body, as if adding a layer of hazy filter to her, making the beautiful places more beautiful, and softening those The unbeautiful place, coupled with her demure and pure posture at this time, looks like a beautiful figure painting.

"Beautiful, Donna."

Judian clapped his hands and said in admiration, "If Your Majesty sees it, he must be amazed by you."

Donna turned her head and smiled when she heard the words, but there was a hint of melancholy in her smile: "Thank you for your compliment, but why would I want a man who is not my husband to surprise me? Even though he is His Majesty the King, you are mine. Husband."

A look of impatience appeared on Judian's face.

But he quickly restrained himself, and said with a slight smile: "Your Majesty is different, but I don't want to argue with you all the time. Donna, you just need to know that His Majesty treats you very affectionately. He originally It's such a character that likes the new and dislikes the old, but now, although I am busy with the preparations for the wedding, I actually found time to ask you three times last night."

"Should I be honored?" Donna asked sadly.

"You should seize the opportunity." Judian patiently instructed, "Listen to me, my dear. No matter what bloody fake moral education you have received since you were young, since you are married to me, you should forget about it, and I don't care. Those old-fashioned things. I will only teach you the most practical principles. For example, when a man invites a woman to sleep, you women always think it is a huge insult for no reason, but in fact, it is simply a man. The highest compliment! Think about it, just like our [-]-pound cook, she just wants men to praise her, and I'm afraid no man will."

"So, after you married me, do you want me to accept compliments from other men?" Donna couldn't help asking.

"That's right, shrewd women always have to pick and choose. Isn't sleeping with the king of a country the greatest compliment a woman can get?" Judian said shamelessly and eloquently.

Donna clenched her hands tightly, her nails almost piercing her palms.

She trembled and felt a little desperate, almost fainting from the pain, and only supported herself desperately and said: "But I don't want to be praised like this, sometimes, I wish I could die immediately, just because...Judian, even if No matter how nicely you put it, I still feel... feel...like a, a prostitute."

"Damn! How can you be a prostitute if you are His Majesty's lover?" Judian said angrily.

Then, he walked over to her, put his arms around her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her cheek, and said softly: "You women just like to think wildly, and it's all completely irrelevant. Instead of thinking about these , why don't you think about the rewards His Majesty gave us. Before that, my father... Forget it, don't mention him. In short, our family has never had so much money in our books. My dear, don't think about it, why don't you want to Do you want to buy a few more bottles of perfume? Do you want to make some new dresses? By the way, I recently heard that there is a foreign tailor with good craftsmanship. I will ask him to come over and make some fashionable ones for you... Ah, also There's one thing I forgot to tell you. Don't send letters to your brother Levin, he's been away recently."

Listening to the words above, Donna had a bearable expression on her face.

But after hearing the last sentence, she finally lifted her spirits: "Levin? Where did you get him?"

"I found him an opportunity to make meritorious service." Judian said: "Arrested a few rebels."

"God, is it dangerous?"

"A bunch of yelling dogs are nothing but the end of their strength." Judian said disdainfully: "However, although it is not a big deal, it is a small achievement to make it and publicize it. At that time, just in time for His Majesty's newly-married If you offer it up, your Majesty might be happy, and your younger brother's title can be promoted on the spot. Alas, he is not young anymore, he is only a viscount, and it is not so easy to marry a wife with high status and many dowries."

Donna nodded with half understanding.

But she knew that Judian had always been generous to herself and her family, so she didn't ask too much, but asked with some curiosity: "I heard that those people seemed to be farmers before, why did they Want to rebel for no reason? Did someone beat them?"

"Who would care about their thoughts?" Judian was not very interested in this topic, and said casually: "It's like your pet dog, no matter how nice you treat it, when it gets excited, it can't restrain itself. Will touch your hand with your teeth, do you still have to consider what the dog thinks at this time? Of course, give it a slap first, so that it will have a long memory."

Donna couldn't help laughing, and stopped asking.

After all, whether it was a peasant rebellion or a promotion planned by a man, it had nothing to do with her.

At present, the only thing she needs to worry about and suffer from is the 'love' that should not have been from His Majesty the King: "What face should I use to see Her Majesty the Queen in the future!"

As a lady of a certain rank, it is inevitable that she will have to go to the court from time to time to serve the queen in the future, but whenever she thinks of the king's bad intentions for her, Donna feels uncomfortable.It was because she was not the kind of dissolute woman, but weak-tempered, and she was always scruples here and there and didn't know how to refuse. In the end, under the instigation of her husband Judian, she muddled into the current situation.

Therefore, just thinking of being in the same place with the king and his wife in the future made her want to faint with shame.

Occasionally she would even say to herself in self-defeating: "Will the queen hate me? Will she want to kill me? If she wants to kill me, I will stand there honestly and let her kill me. I'm sorry for her."

Queen Alyssa, however, wasn't all that murderous.

After hearing Maggie's words about His Majesty's love affairs, although she was heartbroken and confused, she made a decision that was incomprehensible to the people around her—to run to ask His Majesty the King openly.

Because she has such a simple and innocent obsession, she doesn't want to hide anything from her future husband.

But King Richard was very surprised by this.

Because among the aristocratic class, they are the most particular about pretending to be stupid. Even if they know that their husband has seven or eight lovers outside, they still have to pretend not to know it on weekdays to create a harmonious family atmosphere. , Concealed irony one or two, except for those inferior people who don't care about face, how can anyone directly come to the door to explain?

Thus, a look of displeasure quickly passed over the king's face.

He wasn't married yet, and he was tired of the queen, but he still put on a smile on his face, and said in a very confident tone: "I'm sorry to let you know this, but you need to know, these are things before marriage. .”

Alisa couldn't help being stunned.

She didn't expect the king to admit it so unashamedly when faced with questioning, and even if he didn't admit it, he also found a "justifiable" reason for "before marriage".

She has never encountered such an embarrassing situation since she was a child. She has no idea how to deal with it next. She wanted to ask "what about after marriage", but she felt that she was not married yet. In the end, he had no choice but to murmur, "Oh, that's it, I see, Your Majesty."

King Richard felt that he was good-natured enough to give an explanation, so he stopped paying attention to this matter.

However, looking at the figure of the king walking away, the future queen Alisa felt that her world was crumbling, and she was accidentally stuck in the mud, her eyes were dark, and she could not see the way out It's bright.

At the same time, Jamie, who was also in the mud, was still unwillingly struggling to save himself.

He knew very well in his heart that if the plan this time did not succeed, he would definitely die.

Just because Treasurer Levine knew he was lying and would break his neck;

Prison guard Fred would have wrung his neck if he knew he was making trouble;

The one-eyed thief Cyclopes loses his amnesty because of his mischief, and will break his neck;

In addition, there is the villain who once bullied George and said harsh words to himself... probably waiting in line!

Thinking of this, Jamie couldn't help touching his poor neck: "In any case, I must succeed."

So he passed through his mind several times what he wanted to do and what he wanted to say, and then he found the one-eyed thief Cyclopes to conduct a crucial negotiation.

"You're saying that son of a bitch prison guard is trying to sabotage my amnesty?"

After hearing this, Cook couldn't help turning his head slightly, and the only remaining one eye shone fiercely.

"That's right, he has a grudge against you, just because you beat him in public last time."

"Damn!"

Jamie immediately shared the same hatred: "It really deserves to die."

Cook was not surprised: "Why, does he have a grudge against you? By the way, I should ask, why did you come here? Just to inform me?"

"I'm here to find an ally," Jamie said bravely.

Cook laughed unconsciously, and whistled softly: "Honey, do you have any wrong perceptions about yourself?"

Jamie was annoyed, but not disturbed by the words.

He said slowly and in a low voice: "Cook, you want to get out of prison, and I want to get out of prison. And, as it happens, we don't have an amnesty."

"Oh? Do you have any other way?"

"There are no decent ways, but crooked ways do exist."

"Tell me?"

"In three days, the king will be married."

"Everyone knows about this."

"In order to celebrate the king's wedding, and to squeeze every penny out of you, a lot of wine was brought into the prison."

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"There is a lot of wine, but since there was no such thing before, there is no special wine cellar in the prison, and they can only be temporarily piled up in a vacated cell."

"Go on."

"Alcohol is flammable."

Cook narrowed his one eye: "It's kind of interesting."

Half of Jamie's face was hidden in the shadows, and his voice was extremely low: "Thanks to the treasurer, I can move freely in the prison. And I have some news. I know that on the day of the king's wedding, There will be some celebrations in the prison, just like a festival. At that time, the prison guards will always relax their vigilance a little bit. If... at this time, there is an unfortunate fire in the prison, and at the same time, a group of prisoners rush out together..."

Cook stared at him with a blank face for a long time, and finally smiled: "Jamie, Jamie, I didn't expect that you are not the kind of little vase with only a pretty face!"

However, after such an exclamation, he did not reach a consensus with Jamie. Instead, he said something like this: "Maybe this is somewhat feasible, but what good does it do me?"

"Get out of prison and be free, isn't that a good thing?" Jamie was a little surprised.

Cook smiled again: "Honey, if you put it this way, we can't talk. Besides, are you overestimating the ability of a prison guard? That bastard named Fred may be able to stop me for a while, but He can't stop me forever. As long as those nobles still want to make money, there will be amnesty. So, why should I take this risk to escape?"

Jamie's heart tightened when he heard this.

But he would not give up easily, and immediately pretended not to be in a hurry, trying not to let others see the eagerness in his heart, and slowly thinking while smiling, he said: "It makes sense for you to say so, then take it as your own." I must have found the wrong person. Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I do it or not. Although I don’t have freedom in prison, I’m not in such a hurry, because the treasurer treats me well. "

As he said this, he stood up and was about to turn around and walk out.

Unexpectedly, the other party really planned to leave if they couldn't talk properly, Cook couldn't help but showed a trace of surprise and hesitation, just as he was about to stop the other party...

Jamie was almost at the cell door.

At this time, he turned around suddenly, as if remembering something, he said, "By the way, I got to know you once, and I have to remind you. Cook, have you ever thought that before you get the amnesty again, you have to keep In prison. And Fred is not a big-hearted man. He only wants to get revenge on you. So, if you stay in prison for one more day, it is equivalent to putting your neck under someone else's knife for one more day. "

Speaking of this, Jamie laughed with great interest: "Oh, it sounds funny. Guess, how does a prisoner defend himself against a prison guard? To be honest, I'm not sure about this." Quite curious."

There was silence in the room.

Cook stared at Jamie intently with his one eye.

Jamie pursed his lips and stared back without showing any weakness.

He also quietly cheered himself up in his heart: "What are you afraid of, I have one more eye than him."

then……

Obviously, both of them want to get out of prison, but they are pretending not to care, just to see who can persevere more!

Finally, Cook leaned back in his chair and laughed again.

He said in amazement: "It's amazing, Jamie. Well, for your sake, I'm willing to take a step back. But, according to the rules of our thieves, we can't work for nothing. Yes, so..."

He joked and asked, "Have you worn women's clothing?"

Jamie thought that he was not willing to be persuaded by himself, and deliberately used this to humiliate himself, so he gestured his middle finger angrily, and cursed again.

Kukrops really didn't care about anything

He stood up abruptly from the chair, spit into the palm of his hand, indicating that the words had been spoken and would never be taken back. Then, he stretched out his hand towards Jamie, and finally asked for confirmation: "Deal?"

Jamie felt at ease immediately.

Immediately, he imitated the other party's clumsy manner, spit on the palm of his hand, grasped his hand, and replied simply: "deal!"