A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

Chapter 11

No nobleman would only bring a bottle of perfume as a gift when meeting with nobles of higher status than himself.

If he really did this, then he was either out of his mind or determined to fight against this great nobleman.Such a shabby gift is sure to make the other person fly into a rage and kick him out of the house.

Therefore, if the duel did not happen today, the Earl of Huadu would definitely be scolded bloody by Hall, and then thrown out with his arms crossed by the knights of the Duke's Mansion.

In the end, he lost face and could only roll back to De Solette like a little mouse.

However, Lei Zhe believed that this Mr. Earl was definitely not an idiot, and he could not have put himself in such an embarrassing situation.

"So, what's so special about this bottle of perfume? Is it more expensive than jewelry?" Lei Zhe lifted the oval bottle to the window, checked its color with the light from the outside, and then aimed it at the air, spraying it casually a little bit.

The rich fragrance instantly filled the entire carriage, making Lei Zhe frown uncomfortably.

He hated this overly sweet, sticky, deep taste.It is like sea water surging in, continuously encroaching on the space of the lungs through the trachea, making people feel suffocated.He really couldn't understand why women liked this type of perfume.

In his opinion, the smell of blood and the metallic smell of the collision of swords are the most refreshing perfumes.

Jian Qiao shook her head slightly, closed her eyes and remained silent for a moment.

The dizziness made his voice softer and slower than usual, "Whether it is special, whether it is expensive, is one way of saying it in front of Helen Grande, and another way of saying it in front of you."

After saying that, he opened his eyes and looked intently at the lion in front of him.

Lei Zhe raised his eyebrows, becoming interested: "Oh? What did you say in front of Helen, and what did you say in front of me?"

Jane Qiao held out her hand.

Lei Zhe naturally put the perfume bottle into his fair palm.

After getting the bottle, Jian Qiao said slowly: "In front of Helen Grande, I will say: This bottle of perfume is made of agarwood, musk, amber, highland rose, and the rarest and most cherished spices in the world. become.

"It's named 'Queen's Rose'. Its top notes are like smoke and pine, which are thin and tough; the middle notes are like sea and abyss, which are broad and deep; the base notes are like the earth and sky. , is magnificent, but also boundless.

"And the queen's chest is just like this. Its color is as bright as gold, and its value is as precious as gold. More precisely, it has another name, that is 'liquid gold', the only one in the world This bottle is absolutely indistinguishable. Only the most noble woman in the world deserves to own it."

While describing the characteristics of this bottle of perfume, Jian Qiao stroked the round belly of the bottle back and forth with her slender fingertips.

He had no idea how intriguing his gentle actions were in Lei Zhe's eyes.

What would it be like if his fingertips rubbed back and forth instead of the bottle body, but something else?Will it be like a feather passing across the skin, bringing an indescribable ultimate touch...

Thinking of this, Lei Zhe looked down at the back of his hand, and there was already a layer of goose bumps on it.

"The queen's rose, liquid gold, is unique in the world," Lei Zhe said hoarsely, "It does sound extraordinary. Helen will be satisfied. So what do you say in front of me?"

He folded his arms around his chest, raised his chin slightly, and his attitude appeared very haughty.But in fact, he was just trying to hide his hands full of goosebumps.

When staying with this Earl of Huadu, he will always have strange feelings.

Jian Qiao thought for a moment, and then said in a flat tone: "In front of you, I will say: it is just a bottle of inferior products made of expensive spices. I am not even interested in giving it a decent name.

"It can't combine the neutrality of oud with the richness of musk, nor can it transform the crispness of cedarwood and the sweetness of rose into a more harmonious melody. The various fragrances collide recklessly and form a tragic disaster.

"It smells so horrible that only the most tasteless vulgar woman will be fooled by its gorgeous coat. And Helen Grande is just right for it. That's why I take it as a gift bring it here."

After saying these words, Jian Qiao changed her cherished attitude before, and casually threw the bottle of perfume into the gift box.

There was no expression on his face, but the indifference in his dark eyes was enough to express his dislike for this bottle of perfume.

Lei Zhe was stunned for several seconds before bursting into laughter unexpectedly.

"Wonderful, really wonderful! Although I don't know the quality of perfume, and I can't be sure what you say is true or false, but I have to admit that your eloquence is great. You know how to please a person very well." Ray Zhe stared at this Mr. Earl who was indifferent and arrogant on the surface, but actually had a lot of tongue.

Jian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.Being able to establish a good relationship with those in power in Grande will definitely be of great benefit to De Solette City.

He knew that he had made the right bet, so he continued: "My lord, to be honest, I sent someone to send that angelic tear to the palace last night. Now, it is in Queen Mo'an, your sister hand."

Lei Zhe's loud laughter stopped abruptly.

If sending a bottle of low-quality perfume is just a joke, then Jian Qiao's move to transfer Angel Tears to her sister is undoubtedly declaring war on Hall and Helen.He is so shrewd that he doesn't know the temper of the brothers and sisters.

Helen is bitter and mean, and Hall is fierce and brutal.They never abide by any laws and morals. Whoever offends them will be rectified until they have nothing, or even die.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Lei Zhe asked in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid, that's why I made such a choice." Jian Qiao raised her head, looked straight at the other party, and said calmly, "Because I firmly believe that you and your sister must be the final winners."

Now that she has been forced to get involved in the disputes of the Grande family, Jian Qiao always has to choose a position.Thinking of Empress Mo'an's calm demeanor, integrity and sophistication, and Lei Zhe's iron-blooded wrist, bravery and fearlessness, Jian Qiao has reason to believe that even if there are ten more Hall and Helen, they cannot be the opponents of these two siblings.

And it turns out that his prediction was correct.

Yesterday he gave the Angel's Tears as a vote of honor to Empress Mo'an; today, Lei Zhe solved his biggest trouble, Hall, without leaving any excuses.

After word of the duel spread, no one would say that Hall died unjustly.He will never see Jian Qiao's account book.

"So, are you satisfied?" Jian Qiao nodded slightly and asked softly.

"Satisfied." Lei Zhe stared at him, his eyes dark and unpredictable.

"So, have you been pleased?" Jian Qiao also looked directly at the other party and repeatedly confirmed.

He had a premonition that Glory's sky was about to change, and he had to stand under a big tree with the most stable foundation in the midst of a sudden change in the wind and clouds.And Lei Zhe is this tree.He will not be tied to each other, but he is also willing to make friends with him.

Lei Zhe moved away from the car window, hid himself in a dark place where the light could not reach, and said in a deep tone: "Mr. Earl, you can please me just right every time."

"Then, can I take my leave first?" Until then, Jian Qiao took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the sweat from her forehead and tip of her nose.

After battling the dizziness, he fell into a deep exhaustion.He desperately needs rest.

Lei Zhe didn't speak, just stared at him for a moment.

The shadow covered his expression, but it couldn't hide the dangerous light in his pupils.

Jian Qiao felt that she probably said something wrong unintentionally and offended the lion, otherwise the lion wouldn't show such cannibalistic eyes.

When he was thinking about how to remedy it, Lei Zhe suddenly opened the car door, jumped down, and said without looking back: "I had a very happy day today, and most of the joy comes from you. So, you can gone."

"Thank you for your compliment, I had a great day too."

Jian Qiao knew that what he said was a lie. In fact, he had a terrible day today.Seeing blood again, recalling terrible memories, and fainting for a few minutes, this day can be summed up in two words - disaster!

And Lei Zhe got rid of his enemies openly, and held Grande firmly in his palm, and finally became one of the decision makers who dominated this continent.How could he be unhappy?

However, Jian Qiao had no idea that Lei Zhe was 100% telling the truth.

Controlling Grande is an established fact for Lei Zhe, everything is natural, how can it give rise to other emotions.However, when the Earl of Huadu said "I believe you must be the final victor", his heart beat wildly.

The joy and pride of winning did not come up from the bottom of his heart until now, making Lei Zhe laugh all the way.

Before entering the duke's mansion, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Earl's carriage.

Jian Qiao poked her head out and stroked her own slender eyebrows with her slender fingertips as a farewell.

Lei Zhe stared at him deeply until he disappeared into the thick fog that seemed to never dissipate.

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After returning to the hotel, the knight captain sent by Jian Qiao to deliver gems to the palace also came back.He bent forward and replied in a low voice: "I stayed in the palace last night, guess who I saw when I left the palace today?"

"Helen Grande." Jian Qiao said firmly.

"Yes, I saw Mrs. Helen. She was carried out of the palace, her skirt was stained with blood, and she had a miscarriage. His Majesty the King, who has always loved her so much, held Mrs. Mia in his arms and pointed at the tip of her nose to insult her." She is a shrew, and she will never be allowed to enter the palace again."

"Why is Mrs. Mia in the palace?" Jian Qiao frowned and asked.

"It is said that Mrs. Mia is a close friend of Mrs. Dupont, the king's favorite mistress. Mrs. Mia was afraid of Lord Lei Zhe's revenge, so she ran into the palace to seek refuge with Mrs. Dupont. The attendants took her to the side hall and waited. It is expected that Mrs. Dupont did not come, but His Majesty the King, who was drunk, came, and the two slept together. No man can resist Mrs. Mia's style, and it is reasonable for His Majesty the King to fall. The two were fighting It was so hot that Madam Helen rushed in somehow, grabbed Madam Mia and kicked and beat her, but was pushed away by His Majesty the King, and then she had a miscarriage."

The knight captain briefly described the farce in the palace.

The process sounds simple, but Jian Qiao tasted something extraordinary.

Why did Mrs. Mia happen to meet Charles III who was drunk?Who got Charles III drunk?Why was Helen able to break into the place where the two were fooling around without being stopped by the guards?Can just a push cause a miscarriage?

So many serial games, if there is no pair of strong hands behind the manipulation, how can they happen to collide and cause a tragedy?

Of course, for someone in the palace, this is definitely not a tragedy.

Jian Qiao lightly touched the end of her long and narrow eyes with her fingertips, and murmured: "It seems that my angel's tears are delivered right."