Law of the Devil
Chapter 285 [Making You Love Me] (Complete It All!
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(Even more in the middle of the night, I said, I took a leave last night, and after coming back in the middle of the night, I felt like I owed everyone a chapter. It was just that I was worried, I couldn't sleep, and if I didn't update it right away, I felt like I had a creep in my heart. After writing this chapter all night, I made up for what I owed, all of it, a lot of words... Well, a thousand more words, let's just say it's a little compensation for you.
Chapter 265: Making You Love Me
It's summer time. In this northwest part of the country, on a summer night, one less hot and one more dry and cool.
After all, it is a bitter and cold place in the northwest. Even in the summer, there is little rare grass to watch in the garden.
The garden is the most blossoming moment, but rather the most suitable thorny flower to grow in a bitter and cold place. On top of those thorns, the slightly yellowish little flowers thrive and thrive under the night.
Mrs. Lister walked in front of Dewey, the fibrous hand, gently caressed over the bush, red as a rose in anger, walked through the bush, quite a few people could not tell who the person was, which was the flower.
Dewey slowly walked behind Mrs. Lister, her eyes constantly staring at the back of this stunning beauty, but not necessarily relaxed in her heart.
When the moon was empty, Lady Lister suddenly stood beside the flowers and raised her head, her eyes staring at the moon. She exclaimed: "I can't remember how many days I haven't seen such a bright moon. ”
Dewey smiled and stood negatively: “In the northwest this place is windy. At night, there are no clouds in the sky and the moon is always bright. ”
“Not for heaven's sake, but for man's heart.” Mrs. Lister shook her head and flashed a hint of condolence over her beautiful face.
How intelligent and sincere Dewey is, he immediately understands what they mean, and smiles slightly: “Not bad, it's not in the sky, it's in the heart. ”
Mrs. Lister turned around slowly, under a bright red evening dress, and pinned her like a bright red in a flower bush. Her bright eyes, under the moonlight, became more and more beautiful, her lips trembling: “Are you... still not accepting my kindness? ”
Dewey frowned softly: “I am only fifteen years old, and my experience is too general. Although I am now in the position of Duke, throughout the northwest situation, I am not as strong as the Prairie and Northwest Army, and I am not as rooted as Governor Bohan, and I do not necessarily want to stand on my heels in the future. Isn't the Marquise afraid to place the wrong bet on me? ”
Lady Lister did not answer directly, first she whispered: “You… are not at the banquet or officially, will you not call my name? ”
After a pause, he sighed: “With your intelligence, why do you have to make these excuses? I admit that I sincerely wanted the two allies to be selfish, but I didn't really value the interests purely… After all, I am also a woman. ”
Without a word, Mrs. Lester slowly reached out her palm and tried to climb down a leaf. It was just a thorny flower covered with a spike. As soon as she reached out, her soft fingertips were pierced and she cried out in low voice. Between them, as if they were jade sculptures, a drop of blood beads condensed out. The fingers were so delicate that even Dewey had to stay.
Mrs. Lister seemed satisfied with Dewey's response, flashing red on her face and whispering: “I married my husband when I was young. Though he was old when I married him, but after all he was the first man I ever met who really cared about me... I can't forget now that on the night of his wedding, he would jump directly from the window upstairs, in the honor of the Marquis - just because I accidentally said that a fresh flower in the garden under the window was beautiful. He would jump down to pick it up for me. ”
Speaking of which, she slowly stuck the punctured finger in her mouth and gently sucked off the blood bead, whispering: “I'm a woman. Since I was 13 years old, I have not heard many men's praises, how many men's eyes have endured aggression, not to mention how many men have dedicated themselves under my skirt... but these people, in my heart, are not as good as my husband. Though he died early, he gave me the most tranquillity, the happiest years. In those years, even though he was old, he gathered dew water with me every morning, stowed a stove with me at night to enjoy the moon... even the cough in his sleep seemed to bring me peace. ”
She was so sarcastic, coupled with her otherwise soft and sticky voice, it was even more soul-killing. But Dewey looked at the woman in front of her, flashing with sadness. Although listening to her talk of admiration for another man, what was strange was that Dewey's disgust for this Mrs. Lester had faded invisibly.
Well... it seems that she is not a woman who only knows the exchange of interests.
Mrs. Lister smiled at Dewey and said softly: "I... would you be upset if I told you so much about him? ”
Dewey shook his head and said wholeheartedly: “You are right… you are also a woman after all, even though you are a strong woman, the richest owner of the commercial world on the continent, and not a wooden man.” Then he laughed, “I didn't expect you to tell me that either. ”
“It's just a momentary rise.” Mrs. Lister sighed, but slowly walked to Dewey's side, unconsciously, her body approached Dewey, and the two had almost been patched together. Mrs. Lister breathed like a lane, as if Dewey could clearly feel, under the moonlight, only that she found this beautiful woman extraordinarily attractive, endured and endured, and finally pressed down the urge to reach into her arms.
“In fact... I haven't had a good moon in years since he died... and I haven't had a real day of relaxation.” Mrs. Lister shook her head and lowered her voice: “Perhaps everyone knows that I've always tried to make my family's career bigger, but I've always looked forward to having someone to rely on. ”
She looked up and looked directly at Dewey like a moonlight: “A woman, as strong as a vine, must always seek a great tree to herself. And over the years, I've been painstakingly supportive, and I haven't had a day of real happiness. ”
Without a word, Dewey heard Lady Lister whisper: "I… have not received flowers from anyone for a long time. ”
At this moment, Dewey suddenly didn't know where the impulse came from. Haha smiled and reached out to grab it in the bushes, ignoring the thorns of the thorns. One hand pulled off a yellow thorn blossom and passed it to Mrs. Lister, smiling: “Flowers for beauty, though the thorn blossoms in this area are not enough to rival your beautiful tenth of a million. ”
“Flowers are not classes, but people who send flowers.” Lady Lister smiled and was infinitely delighted: “If it was from the Duchess, even if it was just a bunch of hay, I would be delighted. ”
After a pause, a cry appeared on her face, softly: "Are you… just not going to call my name? ”
In the face of such a beautiful and evil country that the people of the world are suffering, Dewey, after all, is also a man and his head is so hot that he can't help but cry out: “Mmm... Miss Lang. ”
“Well... you, I'm glad you called me that.” Mrs. Lister blushed and drowned.
Just so the pink implicit gently dropped its head, this stunning wind almost let Dewey's heart fail, his heart shouted: Wow!
There is a knife on the words of powerful color. No wonder in previous generations, there were “a riding red dust princess laughing, no one knew it was Lychee coming”, “an anger for the red face”, “the beacons of fire”.
This woman, if beauty reaches a certain point, is certainly incalculable to measure.
“In my thirty years of life, you were the first man I ever met that I loved the most.” The Marquis was so bold that Dewey couldn't help but open her mouth.
“Don't get me wrong.” Mrs. Lester laughed: “Though you're a little younger, you always have a temperament that seems like you were born to be taller, even if you hide from people, you can be seen at a glance. I've never seen such a strange man in my life. I'm not in love with you yet, but no matter what I think, I think you're the best choice for my husband. For the rest of my life, I've admired intelligent, powerful men. Now that I know I'm a vine, I'm naturally looking for the strongest tree. ”
Dewey inserted a proper sentence: "Unfortunately, my tree is just a sapling. ”
The Marquise suddenly smiled softly, sighed and looked deeply at Dewey: "Do you really want me to give you the whole Lester family so you can accept me? ”
Duvi silently.
“How exactly do you... marry me? ”
Mrs. Lester was so forthright in her questioning that she left behind all the myths. Such a problem makes Dewey difficult.
After a moment of silence, Dewey Yu said: "Madam, you look stunning, the wind is brilliant, I'm afraid no man in the world will be unhappy with you. I… am of course no exception. Honestly, it's hard for me not to think about you. Just... my temper is stubborn, I don't want my marriage to be an exchange anyway! Even in exchange for any situation! Maybe you'll find it ridiculous. But let me tell you something, Northwest hegemony, or a spike in power, I don't have it in mind. After I came to the world, since I learned, all I ever wanted to do was ask for a simple ‘freedom’! This ideal, you might find ridiculous, but I still insist. So far, everything I've done, everything I've done, is working for my ideal. Freedom, of course. I'm not comfortable with people! If even my own marriage were to go into that vulgar exchange of interests, wouldn't my so-called ‘freedom’ be a joke? ”
Mrs. Lister stared wide-eyed and looked at Dewey surprised.
“It's not that you're not beautiful enough, nor are the Lester family conditions attractive enough for me," Dewey said slowly. It's just... I'm a stupid guy, and that's not what I want inside. ”
Mrs. Lister has long tasted the word "freedom” as Dewey used to say.
Dewey's thoughts grew clearer and slowly recovered from Mrs. Lester's charm: "I invite you to dinner tonight for two purposes. First, of course, I thank you for that suggestion you borrowed from Daniel. And second..."
After looking at Lady Lister, she saw that there was no resistance, and Dewey continued: "Miss Lan... what worries you is nothing more than the future prosperity of the Lister family, always looking for a tree to support. However, although I don't want to be this big tree, I would also like to find one for you! Marriage between families doesn't have to be done with you or me. ”
“What do you mean?” Madame Liszt was delighted.
“I have a brother named Gabriel.” Dewey slowed down: “Same as my father. The only difference now is that he's also Rollin, and I changed my name to Rudolph. But my brother, 10 years old, is talented and brilliant, given my current position in the empire —— although the Rollins have fallen, if I carefully guide him, within 20 years, he will surely stand out, and by then, not to mention, the title of an Earl will not necessarily be difficult. Besides, he is also a disciple of Blue Sea Gate, and of course, there is no need to mention his qualities. Such a figure would certainly not humiliate the Lester lady. ”
Mrs. Lister glared at Dewey and looked at her: "You... you mean... you mean, marry your brother to our family? But... but my little sister Angel is fifteen years old, and..."
“Fifteen is only five years behind Gabriel.” Dewey glanced at Mrs. Lister, which clearly meant that you were in your teens and you still didn't care.
“But Angel would never agree, this girl is still with you... if she doesn't marry you, forget it, if she marries your brother... she would never agree. ”
Mrs. Lister said resolutely.
Dewey laughed, “Angel's only fifteen years old. What does she know about men and women? She has a crush on me now... Well, she has a crush on me. It's just that the legendary stories have been heard a lot, and the girl is just Huaichun. I was with her, the contact time, full count, not more than three days in total, there were no 300 words. When she gets greener, she naturally understands that such a girl's feelings are not true love. My brother's smart, Tee's famous, definitely a good match for Miss Lester's family. ”
“Okay!” Lady Lister suddenly revealed a hidden loss and deeply looked at Dewey: “Even if you refuse me, you don't have to come up with this idea! ”
Suddenly she patted herself up towards Dewey, who was already soft and fragrant, almost in Dewey's arms, looking up at Dewey's eyes: "You! What is it that makes you marry me? ”
“Unless I'm in love with you…” replied Dewey.
“Ok!!” Mrs. Lister suddenly used a definitive tone, slowly and word for word: “Dewey! I'll find a way to make you fall in love with me! ”
After that, the woman stared deeply at Dewey for a moment, and the inevitable look in her eyes forced Dewey to palpitate.
As Mrs. Lister turned around and left, Dewey gently caressed the flowers and suddenly her fingers shrunk. Her fingertips had been ripped open by a barb. Dewey looked down and smiled bitterly: "The flowers with the barbs are amazing indeed. ”
The moonlight stars were rare, Dewey stood alone in the garden, and Mrs. Lister's departure made him feel quite emotional.
“Are you... being too harsh?” Deep in my head, the voice of Semel came.
“What?”
“That little Lister girl, do you have the heart to put this political union on such a poor, lovely girl? Besides, you know... she still misses you, at least now. ”
Dewey suddenly pulled a smile out of her mouth for a moment: "Sameer... my dear Sameer... you know, I recently read Continental General History, which contains a phrase that deeply touched me. ”
“... anything? ”
Dewey took a deep breath and looked indifferent and sober, faintly: “Many times you thought you were proud to have taken control of your destiny. In fact, you have always been in total control of your destiny! ”
Deep in my mind, Semelton was silent.
“Do you know who said that?” Dewey smiled softly: “It's Aragon Roland! ”
“... but this woman named Lester, she said she would make you fall in love with her. ”
Dewey shrugged her shoulder and stuck it next to a bunch of thorny flowers, sniffing softly, "Wait till I really fell in love with her! ”
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On the second day, the patience of Hamui, the Messenger of the Prairie, finally came to an end. Dewey finally met the Prince of the Prairie.
Though sleeping in tents for several days in a row, eating “takeout” for several days, coupled with worries at night, made the Prince of the Prairie lose some weight. But he seems to have a good spirit.
Dewey adopted that suggestion that Mrs. Lester had borrowed from Daniel. Instead of waiting for the other party to give in, it first suggests its own conditions.
Indeed, when Dewey implied that the Empire could withdraw the 20,000 cavalry stationed on the prairie, the proposal immediately aroused a great deal of interest in Hamouye.
“In any event…” Dewey made his position clear: “This clause can never be written on a national book contract! Even if you wrote it, I wouldn't admit it was our offer! ”
Dewey's biggest concession was to promise that after the peace talks between the two sides, in the name of the Imperial Military Command, and separately below, the 20,000 cavalry would be ordered to practice long distances to Desa Rural Province, after which a few more excuses would be found to keep the cavalry forever.
Hammayeh was very interested in this tempting proposal and could not hold Dewey to account for his laziness.
And Dewey, finally, had a "generous” feast with this prairie country to make a dinner. The messenger was not allowed to continue to pay for the “takeout”.
The first meeting between the two was a friendly and good atmosphere. Immediately after the conclusion of the talks, Dewey approached his own staff, Philip, asking him to consult and draft a letter to Prince Emperor Duchen and the Imperial Military Commander.
Recommendations for Application for Abolition of the Range Residual Cavalry Regiment
Looking at the rise of the paper, Philip objected. After all, the abolition of the word is too sensitive. Not only did the Empire not strike back, but it was also a weak move to abolish the troops stationed in the other's territory after the Prairie had just broken into the house. I'm afraid those bloodthirsty folk opinions will scold the Duke of Tulip as a traitor because of the word "abolished”!
“Instead of the word 'abolished’, replace it with an" integrated "or an" expanded ".” Philip smiled, “Well, it's the same substance, but at least it sounds good. ”
“Yes, you draft the document, how best to write it, and you are responsible for considering these issues.” Dewey simply dumped the question on Phillip.
And at this moment Philip suddenly raises a new question: "By the way… about the treatment of Hamouye, the Messenger of the Prairie. My lord... I have an idea that suddenly comes to mind, although it sounds a little fussy. But it might work wonders. ”
“What?”
Phillip's colorful: "Great Snow Mountain! People on the prairie see the Great Snow Mountain as a spiritual being! Perhaps we could use the Great Snow Mountain to write an article! ”
Dewey held her mouth tightly and took a closer look at Philip, as if to see something special in the face and eyes of this young clerk!
Great Snow Mountain...
Dewey thought, "Rodriguez has long told me that the Blue Sea is also a disciple of Snow Mountain!" So this Blue Sea college student actually sent 80 disciples to follow me to the northwest, and asked me to adhere to the experiment to keep the prairies from invading the Empire.
Obviously, it's not just “patriotic" anymore! It must still be intentional!
These days, Dewey, while aware of the relationship between the Blue Sea and the Great Snow Mountains, did not mention the Great Snow Mountains to these disciples whom the Blue Sea had entrusted to him. This Philip, though he is growing fast, is also a good man for Dewey... however, Dewey still has a bit of a problem!
Philip, is this young man completely loyal to himself… or to the Blue Sea… or the Great Snow Mountains?!
Or, as a disciple of the Blue Sea, is this Philip a simple imperial people... or...
Did he know something about the Great Snow Mountain long ago and keep it from himself?
(Only after writing this chapter did I feel that Mrs. Lester's role was enriching some, and no longer a faint image of a female head of household.
Pushing is not the problem, but when and how to push is the problem.
The rhythm is about to accelerate.
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