() I happily accepted the order and returned to the court physician again.

When I passed by, Hans was lying on the bed with his whole body wrapped in bandages. The palace physician who treated his wound asked me to take off my coat, reached around and pinched my wound, and then found some medicine from the table and cabinet in the room and applied it to me.

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"How is it? The wound still hurts?" I asked Hans.

"Fortunately, it doesn't hurt much anymore." A relatively weak voice came from Hans in the next room. With his thin skin and tender flesh, a spanking was enough for him to bear.

"Hahaha, luckily the place where you were whipped was in Constantinople. If it had been somewhere else, the doctors might have given you a few more cuts and bloodletting first."

"It seems that if I didn't come to Constantinople, I wouldn't have to be beaten..." This guy seemed to be a little resentful.

I burst out laughing: "If you hadn't come to Constantinople, you would have had this thrilling opportunity! Wait a minute, fight for it, the childhood sweetheart you have always liked is yours! Remember to thank me!"

There was no response from the room next door for a long time. Just when I thought I had misunderstood them and that in fact they were pure brother-sister or friendship, Hans stuck his head out from the door and said with a blushing face: "This

,How to say?"

I knew that at this time, how could there be any pure friendship between men and women: "Come on, brother, don't you know that after a hero saves a beauty, and then confesses his love, the success rate is as high as 99%?"

The rigorous German character was immediately apparent here. Hans asked: "Where did you get this data?"

Well, can I tell him that it comes from various novels and Hollywood blockbusters? Based on his experience, he simply cannot understand the fun of a large group of people jumping around in a small frame: "Chivalry novels, country stories!

These days, no! From the past few hundred years to now, what is the most popular novel genre? The hero saves the beauty! The knight saves the princess from the dragon! No matter how bad the plot is, as long as this plot is used, there will be a large group of female readers!

Think about what you did today, isn't it very heroic! You are willing to sacrifice your own life in exchange for the chance of survival of the woman you love. A woman who encounters such a plot will be moved to a confused state, and then secretly agree with her heart! "

"Really?" Hans, the German, immediately beamed.

Except for those military geeks who have been distorted by old scum since childhood, any man can basically open up a situation by talking about women.

After the doctor treated my wound, I sent him out of the room. After a while, Hans's attitude changed from the negative attitude of coming to Constantinople to be beaten to coming to Constantinople to get a love.

positive state.

When I got here, I immediately took a turn for the worse! He could never tell what happened to the two of them at Holy Spirit Cleansing House, well, for the reputation of his childhood sweetheart, and for the reputation of the two of them! As for why, "Think about it, you

If you are a noble woman, but you are innocently taken to the dungeon and insulted, will you still have the face to attend banquets and evening parties in the future?" Just like that, Hans prevaricated me and nodded in agreement. The two German nobles were done.

one.

Not long after, probably in the afternoon, our conversation was interrupted by the attendant's knock on the door. The attendant told us that a German female literary youth came with the ambassador of the Kingdom of Prussia. I asked the attendant to let the two of them wait before calling.

Hans lay down and pretended to be about to die, and told him a few key points for expressing his love later. I walked in the corridor of the palace to pick up the German female literary youth...

At this time, she took on a new identity, the cousin of the Prince of Prussia! And Hans, the Prince of Prussia!

"Can we move to that courtyard? I think we have to talk..." That courtyard refers to the garden behind the palace gate and near the colonnade. I have something to ask this cousin of the Prince of the Kingdom of Prussia.

She winked at the Prussian ambassador in Constantinople and walked over to me. We walked in the garden at dusk, until we were so far away that no one could hear our conversation, and then I asked:

"I said, although I am not a genius in terms of language, I do have the most basic common sense in biological structure. When can the word cousin in German be used to mean female?"

The German female literary youth said seriously: "I am a man!"

"Are you sure?" I blinked in surprise and walked around her, "Okay, if you insist that you are a man, then I respect your choice. So, the second question, should I call you

Where is the prince of the Kingdom of Prussia? Or the princess of the Kingdom of Prussia?”

"I told you! I am the cousin of the Prince of Prussia!"

"Please don't treat everyone as fools, okay." I sat on the edge of a fountain and looked at the female literary youth and said with a smile, "From the first day we came into contact until now, Hans has always listened to you.

How can a dignified prince obey his cousin so much? Your roles have been reversed."

"Don't show that fearful expression. I don't want to make any fuss about it." I lied here. "It will be helpful for our next conversation to find out your identity."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"First of all, what should I call you? Privately."

"Filetelia." said the German literary young woman.

I saw that I was a little disrespectful when I was sitting, so I stood up: "The first thing I want to say is about Hans. Feletelia, I am deeply sorry for his injury and what happened to you today! I hope

Can you accept my apology!"

"I don't need to apologize or apologize, I just want to find out what happened!" Feletelia, a female literary youth, shouted angrily.

"I don't know the specifics. It seems that you wrote the forbidden book, and then a Constantinople nobleman who humiliated you in a duel found out about it, so he reported it to the church, and the church people

I sent someone to arrest you without knowing your identities! Pennywise and the others were treated almost the same way. When I rushed to the Elysee Club, the church was sealing the Elysee Club in the name of searching for evil ritual instruments.

.Now, they are all under house arrest.”

"House arrest!?" Even though this young literary girl had a very thin body, her hands were very strong. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and shook me, causing pain all over my body.

"Don't shake it, okay? The wound you hit me today is still very painful!" I forced out a painful expression.

"Does it really hurt?" Feletelia stopped shaking.

"Give me a chair and I'll try to break it up in three strokes."

"Okay, it's my fault that I'm in the dungeon today, but if you hadn't said those words as soon as you came in, I wouldn't have beaten them! And you'd hit them so hard!" The unjust female literary youth insisted on apologizing for her behavior.

argued.

"Forget it, what has passed has passed. Just treat what happened before as a nightmare. Now my father has sent someone to take over this matter, and he will give you an explanation soon. However, there is one thing.

I must remind you that I did not tell him that you beat me in the dungeon! If the incident of me being beaten by you is exposed, it is likely to make the originally complicated matter even more complicated! So when asked about it in the church

What happened, you'd better not say anything!" I repeated what I said to Hans here. At the same time, I alarmed the prospect of the Kingdom of Prussia turning against the Roman Empire. Then, the German female literary youth said:

He was stunned with a regretful look on his face.

After a while, she whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"If you want to say sorry, say it to the people you hurt. Like Hans, like Pennywise, like the people in Elysee. By the way, there are still many things we have to talk about, but you'd better take a look first.

Hans, don't worry about him! I just came out of his room, and his whiplash is not serious. If he doesn't take good care of himself, it will have a bad impact on the future."

"OK."

After sending off Feletelia with all my strength and fame, I was also hungry, so I simply went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I just ate some barbecue and bread, and then asked the attendant to give it to Cheap Daddy and Alexander.

They sent it off. When I walked out of the kitchen door, it was already evening. I asked the waiter to carry a plate of dinner and a bottle of wine to follow me to the room where Hans was recovering from his injuries.

The moonlight was bright, and in the corridor of the left garden, a German female literary youth was holding the fence with both hands, looking up to the sky, her eyes were deep.

This scene is different from what I imagined. At this time, she shouldn't follow the hero who saved the beauty, chatting with each other in the room, running to the corridor and looking at the moon. Why is she so crazy?

Could it be that the Phoenix Band has traveled through time and is here to sing the song "Over the Moon"?

No, it's a poem?

It is also possible that she became inspired by poetry after eating the Constantinople ice cream prepared by her ex's secret recipe. Therefore, it is understandable that she now wants to recite a poem to Yue as an eternal souvenir.

I felt more and more that finding an artistic girl to be my wife was really asking for trouble, so I asked the waiter to bring the dinner to Hans. I left the wine and glass and walked over: "You guys have been running around all day, and you can't do it."

It's time to eat something. Go in and eat first, then come out and write poetry."

"Writing poetry? Who is in that mood...I don't want to eat either, I'm just thinking now."

The German female literary youth continued to look up at the moon. I looked up and followed her. I finally felt that something was wrong, "What's going on? Did you have a fight?"

"None of them." Feletelia shook her head. She moved her lips bitterly, then turned sideways, her eyes filled with confusion, "What do you mean by love?"

"Rather than answering this profound question, I'm more curious about why you asked this."

Feletelia sat on the fence and called Hans' name softly. She paused and then said: "He just said he likes me. He said he has always been deeply in love with me."

"But you don't like him." I knew it. By the way, why do the tried-and-true heroes in novels and Hollywood movies fail to save beauties?

Feletelia sighed and said dejectedly: "We have played together since childhood, and I only regard him as a good friend. Why can't the friendship between male and female friends continue like this?"

The good friend card and the good friend card, which are two powerful rejection tools in the world, turned out. I mourned for Hans: "Isn't Hans handsome? I even gave up my life for you today. Aren't you touched?"

It is said that this is the story of a hero saving a beauty that girls dream of all their lives. Are you not interested?"

"Didn't I say it before? I only regard Hans as a good friend! And, what's more, you're so big! Believe it or not, I'll let you wear an eyepatch on your other eye too!"

The German female literary youth has a very serious tendency to violence! She is injured, and her combat power is at least 10 by visual inspection. If we start fighting, we may not be able to defeat her easily, so I am too lazy to argue with her: "You refuse this time

If you miss him, you won’t realize what you missed until you realize it’s too late.”

I speak from the bottom of my heart! In the eighteenth century, which was obsessed with plump buttocks and beautiful breasts, there was really no market for flat-chested girls like German literary girls who could not stand up even with corsets, just like there was no market for men in later generations.

You can't marry just like a house, no matter how beautiful your face is. It can be said that in the 18th century, if a man could even accept your flat chest, then marry him as soon as possible.

"I just want to know why there can't be ordinary friendship between men and women! Why do all men want to go one step beyond friendship!"

The mental state of the German female literary youth was a bit unstable. I sighed and said nothing, poured wine into the two wine glasses in my hands, and then handed one glass out.

"Crete Islands, good things from my estate."

"Thanks."

Feletelia was sitting on the fence holding the wine glass, looking at the red wine in her hand blankly, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Since she didn't speak, I just happened to pay attention and couldn't do this.

The impact on the Prussian nobles and the subsequent series of events.

I don't know how long it took, but a cold feeling suddenly rushed from my spine into my brain. I looked around and saw the mentally unstable German literary youth sitting on the fence opposite, looking here with bright eyes.
To be continued...