This small manor is owned by Margaret of Anjou, and it was her residence in Paris during her exile in France...≦

So when the two companies of the guard regiment were arranged in place, Cao Jixiang came to the small garden to report to Ding Yi: "Your Majesty, I have checked it myself." He hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Actually, if you want to sneak out of the city, you must not do it. I think it would be better to turn around the Duyin Hotel."

He always felt that in Paris, in addition to the stench, safety issues also made him very worried.

Dan Ding Yi patted his shoulder: "If something happens, I promise I will leave you behind." Cao Jixiang finally breathed out as he heard it. Ding Yi was not a person who needed protection from others. For Cao Jixiang, who had fought with him in the African rainforest, no one knew this better than him.

So if there is an attack, Ding Yi will be injured as long as it is not the first wave. As long as he is willing to escape, Cao Jixiang believes that no one can leave Ding Yi behind. And even two thousand cavalry elite guards of the two companies will never be able to kill them at once. Then as long as Ding Yi is willing to leave them and escape, plus the 400 soldiers of the locals who are scattered in Paris, the Ding family shops are left in Paris, which is enough to allow Ding Yi to escape to a safe place.

"Don't worry too much, you have to know that Jeddah ten years ago was the commander of the thousand men under Yesen." Ding Yi said to Cao Jixiang with a smile. He left Jeddah in Duyin Hotel. "If Jeddah is the military chief and Zhaodi is the political chief, there will be no trouble there. I can't command every rifle."

Cao Jixiang smiled flatteringly and said, "Yes, Your Majesty is wise."

"Tomorrow morning, the results of the contact between the four hundred soldiers are summarized. If the number of people contacted is higher than 100, a screening must be done. The core figures cannot exceed twenty, and you must find someone with deep hatred and a deep misery. Choose another place to gather. Other personnel must also be screened. No more than fifty people are second-level members, and they will be taken away by the propaganda officer to carry out the complaint meeting." Ding Yi has never underestimated the organizational aspects. Don't let the nobles receive the news and start to deal with these poor civilians. It will be useless.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid of thousands of people!" Cao Jixiang said with a bitter face. If four hundred soldiers contact two or three people, they will have to have thousands of people. If you want to select these twenty and fifty people from thousands, the workload is terrible, because at least you have to understand their family background, hatred with the nobles, etc., etc.

Ding Yi shook his head: "I think you have never heard of ten fire-fighting boys. I can really go there by then, one out of ten would be good." Ding Yi thought, maybe twenty people would be great.

"Yes. Your Majesty."

Then Ding Yi followed Margaret into the living room on the second floor. The maid was lined up to greet him. He watched Margaret and Ding Yi come in and salute immediately. He came over to untire the dirty cloak for them. Ding Yi reached out and stopped the maid who wanted to help him untire his clothes, which made Margaret cover his mouth and chuckle: "Your Majesty..."

"For me, this is a habit." Ding Yi waved his hand to stop what the former British queen wanted to say. Of course he knew the attitude of the nobles in this era towards servants. The royal family sat on the toilet, soaked in the bathtub, and met bishops or ministers. Ding Yi also knew about it. As for maids, they were even more disrespectful to the nobles!

Yes, it's just a concept similar to a pet: who would think that it would be rude or shame to avoid the body in front of your cat? Medieval Europe was such a mainstream value orientation. This can be said that oppression and exploitation are more nasty and barbaric than China.

He could not promote what kind of people are born equal here, but Dante Yi really doesn't like this.

"Of course this is not in the military camp. You can act according to your own habits, I don't mind." Ding Yi said to Margaret, then walked into the bathroom and began to rinse the disguise on his body because of the task.

When Ding Yi wrapped herself in a bathrobe and sat on the sofa, Margaret, dressed up, sat down on Ding's side.

The maid brought two glasses of red wine, the fireworks burned in the fireplace, and the lavender removed the stinking smell. It was a warm night, even in late autumn. Margaret snuggled up to Ding Yi and raised the wine glass. She did not look too close to Ding Yi and became frivolous. Even when she raised the glass, the tone maintained the dignity of a queen, although she said: "Great Your Majesty, I am willing to give everything for you and for your health!"

"Thank you." Ding Yi tasted the bright red liquid in the cup, turned his head and said to her, "You should know that I am married." In fact, he saw through her intentions at a glance, no matter how elegant she used to cover her true purpose.

But this did not make Margaret retreat: "Of course, I know, and more than one wife. But what does it matter? I don't dare to imagine the queen's crown, Your Majesty!" Although she was in her early thirties, she was well maintained. She was a woman known for her beauty and pride. At this time, she was dressed in a grand manner and looked dignified and charming. Even if Cao Jixiang heard it, she would inevitably be moved, let alone Ding Yi?

But for Ding Yi, if this is not controlled, then he would have died a hundred times when he was undercover in the drug lord. He put down the wine glass in his hand and said to Margaret: "You have to know that Morena got the upper and lower Egypt not because she used herself as a bargaining chip. But because of my feelings for her, I gave her the upper and lower Egypt to her. Keep your dignity, Margaret. You don't need this. If you are truly loyal to me as you said, I will let you take back your own things."

"Your Majesty, why can't Margaret be your mistress?" She exuded her resentment. In the queen's gorgeous costume, her brows reflected a different kind of gentleness. The whole Europe labeled her as a woman with "aggressive, cold" sign, when she said such words and acted like this, there was no doubt that the man felt the pleasure of conquest.

Don't be embarrassed to think that mistresses are embarrassing. In this era, Ms. Agnes Sorrel was Louis XI's father, the mistress of King Charles VII of the King. She successfully caused the cowardly King of Dharma to summon the army and drove back the British enemy who invaded French territory. She was described as the Virgin Mary and was named Duchess after her death.

And about a hundred and two hundred years after this era, Jeanne Antovanette Poisson, the Marquis de Pooppadu, Louis XV's mistress, and even the queen wanted to build a palace, she would give advice to Louis XV!

Of course, the royal mistress is not as noble as the queen, but if she can hold Ding Yi tightly, Margaret thinks that it is definitely a worthwhile thing. She is aggressive and thinks it is something she must fight for: "Your Majesty, I have nothing to ask for, I just admire you." She looked at Ding Yi so resentfully, "Even Bruno can get your mercy, why do you want me to die of sadness?"

Ding Yi picked up the glass of red wine, took a sip, closed his eyes, and after a while, he spoke: "Listen, I don't need a mistress. I am willing to guide you because you are enough to be my hawk, do you understand?"

So Margaret answered immediately. She knelt down, licked his toes at Ding Yi's feet, looked at him with a charming look, stretched out her small fragrant tongue, and licked his calves again: "Is that true for your dog? I do."

Ding Yi took a deep breath to calm himself down. Looking at the dressed queen lying at his feet, he shook his head and said, "No, I mean a hunting dog, you can drive away the little beasts and bring birds to me. If you can do this for me in Europe, you will be able to get my support." Then Ding Yi did not say anything, because the head dotted with gorgeous jewelry was already between his legs. The dressed queen hugged Ding Yi's waist and tried hard to move forward, even if she had rolled her eyes.

"You will regret it." Ding Yi squeezed out this sentence from his teeth and reached out to hold her golden hair.

Cao Jixiang, who was outside the living room, looked over, closed the door gently, and said to the guard soldiers beside him: "Henry VI was killed by Edward IV, or he could not bear the humiliation and torture and committed suicide. In short, he should not be alive, and let the entourage members of the Security Bureau yamen draft an order immediately, send it to our family for signing, and hand it to the European branch of the Security Bureau and implement it immediately."

"Yes." The soldier stood at the sight and rode away.

Cao Jixiang said to the staff officer who followed behind him: "Record, Tong's file, September 27, 2018, Chenghua, Margaret, went to the Imperial Anjou in Paris." He then whispered to the staff officer, "Look carefully, there are still some maids inside. If there is a blessing in love, you must record them one by one. You are also from the inner court. We are such a broken person, so we must do this. After remembering, the fire is sealed and transferred to Lieutenant Zhaodi."

"Yes, I'm at the seat!" The staff officer was also a eunuch, but he was familiar with doing such things.

"Old Cao get away!" Ding Yi heard this roaring sounds of panting in the room.

How sensitive is Ding Yi's ears? No matter how much Cao Jixiang lowers his voice, he can't escape his ears.

Although he is in this state now, the revolver is still within reach. If necessary, he can kill people at any time.

Cao Jixiang stubbornly said: "Your Majesty, my old slave's head can fall off, but Tong Shi may be abolished. How can I use bloodlines to learn from the future!"

Tongshi was a female official in Tang Dynasty, and Jingshifang was the inner court in the Ming Dynasty. The same thing is one thing. Record the date of the emperor and the concubine's residence, the pregnancy status of the concubine, etc., and then archive it so that it can be compared in the future whether it is the royal bloodline. So it is really hard to refute Cao Jixiang's words: Don't remember? How can I determine whether it is Ding Yi's species if I don't remember?

Ding Yi snorted coldly, finally not daring to speak, and focused on his work and refused to mention it.
Chapter completed!