[Princess Sissi] Apocalypse

Next, there is no queen yet, right?

Therefore, Songyi is quite satisfied with the result of this competition, but Ludovica is a little dissatisfied, she is very eager for her daughter to suppress the spirit of that crazy lady.

At night, when the pajamas were hazy, Song Yi suddenly heard a sound.

It doesn't sound like it's inside or outside the room, but it sounds like it's in my heart!

Song Yi was a little surprised because the voice was so familiar.

"If you get up now I can treat you to 'Opera', made by the most famous French pastry chef."

"It has six layers, the coffee syrup is bitter and slightly sweet, the cream is sweet, and the chocolate will melt on the tip of your tongue. Layers are stacked, and each bite is very tempting. For those who are not full, eating One bite is like being in heaven..."

Songyi felt that her rational thinking barrier was collapsing at a speed of ten square meters per second. She tried her best to resist, but Ludowika asked her to go on a diet again because of the stimulation, and even gave her only five tablets at dinner Cucumber, two slices of lettuce and three small tomatoes, at the moment, her stomach is urging.

"It's forbidden to trap with food, it's forbidden to feed, it's forbidden, you bastard!" Song Yi said angrily, and then waved a small white flag at the fragmented sanity barrier.

24. chapter 24

"Don't talk about these sweets in such a serious tone, okay?" Song Yi directed the other party to pick up the small fork, urging him to put the delicious Opera Chow into his mouth, and the destination would eventually be a warm stomach.

The owner of the hand obediently forked a small piece into his mouth.

The first second when the tip of the tongue touched the cream and chocolate, it was as if she could dance. Song Yi was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

After being forced to go on a diet, she really needed a sugar boost.

"Ooooh, the second bite."

Song Yi, who turned into a gluttonous little monster, put aside her rationality and screamed like a baby bird, urging the feeder to quickly deliver the food to her mouth.

"You blocked me."

Joseph pointed out.

"This is a very sensible approach, sir." Song Yi raised her voice deliberately.

The man stopped talking, just when Song Yi wanted to urge him, he picked up the fork again and chewed the food slowly.

To tell the truth, the young Austrian emperor did not have a sweet tooth, but the sensations of feeding him found it tolerable.

After 15 minutes, Song Yi let out a sigh almost satisfied.

"I'll never be able to diet successfully." The words slipped out of her mouth accidentally.

"You do not need."

"kindness?"

Mr. Assassin picked up the plate very self-disciplined, put it under the tap and washed it clean.

Song Yi sniffled: "I thought you would have a lot of servants, you don't look like ordinary people."

"I do." The man drew out his tone.

"But what I've been taught is that even if you're a big shot, sometimes you have to do everything like a normal guy."

The dish was washed and shone, and the soft dry towel wiped it dry again.

"Okay, miss, I think we need to have a formal meeting next."

"A meeting?" Song Yi frowned, "No, we don't need to, I don't think we have any problems to talk about."

The man smiled: "Don't you think, when I hand over my body to you generously and trustingly, you should trust me a little more?"

"I don't think I should trust someone who put a knife to my neck in the first place."

The man pauses, then says, "I have to apologize to you about that."

Song Yi groped, wanting to bite her lip to distract her attention.

"I don't think you look like an assassin."

"I'm happy for this." The man said sincerely, and Song Yi could feel the joy in his chest from the bottom of his heart.

"But you don't look like an open and aboveboard person." She deliberately dragged out the tone.

A burst of light laughter shook the opponent's chest again.

"Then you, don't you?"

An abrupt question rang out in the room, and not long after, a simple answer sounded.

"No."

This Mr. Joseph came to the window and opened the window. The night breeze was blowing, and there was a hint of the fragrance of trees in the air.

"I am a good person."

"You don't have to repeat it to me twice." Song Yi shrugged, she knew that she had unknowingly relaxed.

This may be because sweets warm the stomach. After all, sweets can bring people a sense of pleasure, stimulate the secretion of dopamine, and increase the sugar content in the blood.Perhaps, it was because of an underlying trust, but she didn't want to admit it.

"Miss Sissy."

Song Yi felt strangely about the other party, and said, "You suddenly become polite to me, sir, can I say that I feel very flattered?"

"That was really my fault. Before you, I have always been praised as being polite and the best gentleman."

"Are you accusing me of not being a lady?"

"No offense." The man smiled, "but I think this is where your charm lies."

"...are you flirting with me?"

Now it was the other party's turn to be stunned for a moment, he couldn't help pressing his forehead with his hand, and laughed.

"I am very happy."

Song Yi was a little surprised: "Are you happy that you look like a pervert?"

"No, believe me, I'm really a gentleman and not a psycho, that's an inaccurate adjective for me."

"Sorry, I think that's quite worthy." Song Yi said in a regretful tone.

"When I was very young, my teacher told me that everyone has multiple personalities, just like we learn etiquette from an early age, and then choose to adopt them in the most appropriate place. Human beings have always been the most rational creatures, and we Pride is control. Control your desires, control any mind that wants to slack off..."

"I think you can let him go." Song Yi said.

"what?"

"Being a machine is not something to be proud of. It's like being a rock. If you are not a rock, why do you want to take other people's jobs?"

"Also, if you had such a miserable childhood, I don't think you should tell me at this time."

"why?"

"Because according to the unfolding of the script, I will sympathize with you because of female instincts, and then slowly be dominated by sensibility, and then some irrational things may happen to us. To be honest, you and I should They don’t want this to happen.”

Song Yi said in a tone that I am really sincerely reminding you.

"I don't know, is there such a script?"

Song Yi said dryly: "You look like you really don't know, but I have to tell you, yes."

The man thought for a moment and said, "That's a field I haven't dabbled in before."

"You're not a god, you don't need to dabble in every field." Song Yi yawned unconsciously, and she felt that her eyelids were a little heavy.

"You are sleepy, go to sleep."

Song Yi wanted to say something, but she was so sleepy that she could hardly speak anymore.

Once again there was silence and silence in the air.

Franz Joseph went to the table and took out the letter from a book.

His mother, Sophie, said that Metternich had transferred the gentleman away from his place.

Franz Joseph pursed his lips slightly.

Not for long, he thought.

"Your Highness, everyone has multiple personalities. Most people want to protect their own interests, but you should protect the whole of Austria."

"Even at the expense of others?" The young prince's voice was still immature, but his eyebrows were more mature than his peers.

"Even at the expense of others."

Franz lowered his eyes, burned the letter and threw it in the fireplace to burn it clean.

When he was close to the stove, the place where the new flesh grew was always itchy, so he turned on the fire in the fireplace, thinking about how many people in Austria wanted their own lives.

On Wednesday, at an estate in the village of Posenhofen, the Max family received another letter.

"What is it this time, a dance party, a tea party, or a clown show?" Duke Max said deliberately eccentrically. The chatter of disdainful low-class people, in short, money-making, those dances, had exhausted his patience.

"Don't be a big kid, Max, there's no clown show there," Ludovica paused, "Besides, this is not an invitation, it's a visiting letter." Upon seeing the name, Ludovica almost Also a little surprised.

Ludoweika looked at the protagonist who was about to secretly eat some beef.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"My dear, you are on a diet, put them down quickly." Ludovica frowned disapprovingly.

Songyi struggled, she was hungry, she didn't want to go on a diet, but she couldn't seem to resist in this regard, because Ludovica said that since corsets made her sad, she had to diet properly in order to stay slim.

"I'll get you something delicious later."

Karl Theodore whispered and blinked.

Song Yi touched each other's legs under the table to express her gratitude. Ludovica didn't care about the small gestures of the siblings, because she cared more about the letter of visit.

"The Duke of Oswilk's family wants to visit our house. This is really a rare event in a hundred years." Ludoweika made no secret of his surprise in front of his family.

Max shrugs it off: "We also have a lot of people visiting."

"It's different