Chapter 623 For Love (4,000 words long chapter, please give me a monthly vote)

Chapter 624 For Love (4,000 words long chapter, please vote)

The Notre Dame Square in Paris suddenly became quiet.

The ladies who were originally planning to bid for the "first ticket" were stunned - who is this? It's not playing by the rules!

Normally, everyone bids one or two thousand, two or three thousand francs, gradually pushing the atmosphere to a climax. In the end, several wealthy ladies who refused to admit defeat competed fiercely, and one of them shouted out an astonishingly high price in a fit of excitement, overwhelming all opponents...

At this time, someone directly raised the price by more than 30,000 francs, pushing the price to a terrifying height of 40,000 francs!

In the square, everyone stretched their necks to look in the direction of the shouting "40,000 francs". Most people could only see a black and white lace dress, while those who were closer to the front saw the face of the owner of the dress, so beautiful that they forgot to breathe.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting cold, Archbishop Beaumont tried to wink at the priest who was in charge of the "bidding".

The latter coughed dryly, made the sign of the cross, looked at the crowd and said:

"Oh, this lady's piety allows her to bathe in the glory of the Lord. So, who else wants to show her holy faith and soul to God?"

Still no one spoke.

In fact, there are still a few noble ladies who can afford 40,000 francs, but they are all hesitant.

Camelia's momentum in raising the price just now is obviously that she is determined to win at all costs. If I bid, she is likely to increase the price by another 10,000 or 20,000 francs. At that time, should I follow or not?

It is too expensive to follow, and if I don't follow, it will seem that I am outdone by her. So, it is better to show that I have no intention of bidding and let her go.

In fact, Camelia, this fool, has never thought of using any bidding tactics. She just heard that the "First Love Ticket" was very effective - last year, Miss Debre, who got it, got a marriage proposal from her lover after returning home, and before that, the gentleman didn't seem to be very interested in her.

So, in order to make the prince fall in love with her, she decided to "buy" this love ticket. Yes, she had never participated in any auctions before, and just thought she was buying from the church. Based on last year's "sale price" of more than 40,000 francs, she directly shouted it out.

Unexpectedly, it unexpectedly produced a "scare" effect.

The priest who presided over the bidding persuaded in various ways, and spoke eloquently for two or three minutes, but still no one participated in the bid.

Archbishop Beaumont's heart was bleeding. He had invested a lot of energy in promoting the Valentine's Day event before, and thought that the "First Love Ticket" would be sold at a sky-high price, but it turned out to be 5,000 francs lower than last year.

The priest on the stage couldn't delay any longer, and finally announced loudly that Camelia would be blessed by the Lord.

Archbishop Beaumont, with a bitter face, held out a beautifully made love ticket, sprinkled holy water on it, prayed again, and then handed it to Camelia solemnly.

After the dust settled on the "first love ticket", people flocked to the church gate. There were more than a dozen priests selling love tickets there. Ladies who couldn't get the first ticket could buy a less effective one - the cheapest price was only 5 sous, the one blessed by the archbishop himself was only 3 francs, and the one sprinkled with holy water was 7 francs.

Camelia was so excited that her face flushed. Holding the love ticket, she was ready to find a secluded place in the church - according to the church's propaganda, she only needed to write the name of the prince on the ticket, and God would make him fall in love with her!

However, as soon as she got out of the crowd and came to the corridor of the church, she met two noble ladies. The one on the left wearing a dark pink puffy skirt was the one who had just offered 7,000 francs for the love ticket.

The two noble ladies stared at Camelia covetously. The latter turned around and tried to walk around them.

Unexpectedly, she heard the sarcastic voice of "Puffy Skirt":

"Ha! It's ridiculous. A wild girl from Austria, who doesn't even have a noble title, actually came to Notre Dame to buy the "first love ticket".

"Don't think we don't know your dirty thoughts. You want to rely on this ticket and God will bless you to be the crown prince. Humph! Dream on!"

The noble lady next to her had a face full of hatred and said with a pout:

"That's right! Even if you get the "first love ticket", His Highness will not be able to look down on you, and will only think you are disgusting!"

Camelia immediately lowered her head and wanted to slip away nervously.

And seeing her timid, "Puffy Skirt" became more excited and stretched out his hand to block her:

"40,000 francs, haha, it should be a huge sum of money for you, right? It's a pity to waste it.

"Let me tell you, only someone of my noble birth can possibly interest His Highness, and I don't need any coupons to help."

She was "humiliated" by Camelia's bid of 40,000 francs today, at least that's what she thought. At the same time, she was also a fan of the Crown Prince, and she came to compete for the love coupon in order to get His Highness's favor, but there were rumors in the Palace of Versailles that Camelia wanted to become the Crown Prince's mistress. This made her angry and jealous.

"I...you...how can you...do this..." Camelia was so anxious that she couldn't speak clearly, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

"Puffy Skirt" pointed at Camelia and chuckled to the woman next to her:

"Look, she really knows how to pretend to be pitiful, as if we bullied her. I guess she also used this trick to seduce His Highness in front of His Highness."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Austrian bitch, put away your ridiculous tears! I'm warning you not to write His Highness's name on this coupon, do you hear me?"

The two kept sarcastic. This is also the habit of the aristocrats of the Palace of Versailles. They consider themselves to be of noble birth, and they look down on those without noble titles, especially those from Austria, from the bottom of their hearts.

Moreover, this person they looked down on was very beautiful, could get close to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and today he had humiliated them in public. At this time, they just wanted to humiliate her to vent their anger.

Camelia just bowed her head and wiped tears in grievance:

"You... you... go too far..."

At this moment, Perna, who was holding a 7-franc love coupon in her hand, was walking from the other end of the corridor, but she felt that she heard a familiar voice. She immediately took a few steps back and turned to look at the crowd of more than ten people watching. place.

"Camelia?"

When she saw the long, slightly curly golden hair, she couldn't help but frown slightly, and then walked over quickly.

"Your Highness has at least hundreds of servants like you, but you are the only one who thinks you can..."

"Puffy skirt" was talking when he saw a tall woman wearing a dark green skirt standing between him and Camelia, even though she was a little angry:

"Damn it, get out of my way..."

However, when she saw clearly that the person coming was Perna, she took a half step back nervously:

"Miss Perna..."

Although Perna was only from a minor aristocracy, she was the rumored chief mistress of the Crown Prince in the Palace of Versailles - His Highness valued her very much and even took her with him on the battlefield.

Perna glanced at Camelia who was crying and said to "Tutu Skirt" in a cold voice:

"Miss Heriot, what are you doing?"

"Miss Perna, I... well, I'm just reminding this guy from a lowly background not to have any wishful thinking about His Highness the Crown Prince."

When Perna saw the love coupon held in Camelia's hand, she immediately understood the truth - she had just witnessed the latter's extravagant spending of money - although Camelia was her rival in love, She couldn't turn a blind eye to this situation.

After all, she had experienced in the military camp and had seen big scenes. She immediately turned to Miss Heriot and said coldly:

"Really? Maybe I can help you ask for credit from His Highness and tell him that someone stopped his maid in public today, humiliated her origins, and asked her to stay away from you. I think His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely thank you for your kindness. , isn’t it?”

"No! Please don't do this!" Heriot was shocked and shook his head desperately, "I'm not..."

She raised her eyes to look at Perna, and seeing that she was unmoved, she had to grit her teeth, lowered her head to Camelia and said:

"I apologize for what I just said, and please forgive me."

The maid's tears instantly became more intense.

Perna gently stroked her back and said to Heriot:

"Hopefully this won't happen again."

After the two aristocratic ladies left in embarrassment, Perna pulled Camelia out of the crowd of onlookers. Seeing that the latter was still crying, she reluctantly turned around and entered the church. She found a prayer room and opened the door. enter.

Her attention was all on the maid, and she didn't even see the guards in civilian clothes standing at the door of the prayer room.

The guards were familiar with her and Camelia, and thought they were invited by the crown prince, so they let them in.

Perna asked her love rival to sit down on the bench, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and comforted her: "Don't be sad, they are just jealous of you. You are more beautiful than them, and you also got the first love coupon.

"Don't talk about those people. In fact...actually, even I am a little jealous of you. You know, jealousy can make people stupid..."

Camelia suddenly hugged her slender waist and choked with sobs: "Thank you, thank you, Miss Perna. If you hadn't appeared, I really don't know what I would have done..."

She said, then lowered her head: "But they are right, I come from a humble background, and I shouldn't have unrealistic thoughts about His Highness..."

At this moment, a person lying soundly asleep on the bench in the last row of the small prayer room was awakened by their voices.

The man took the Bible away from his face and rubbed his sleepy eyes. It was Joseph.

Speaking of which, I can't blame him. Reading the Bible was really too hypnotic. In addition, he read the report sent from the Caribbean a little late last night, and he fell asleep just now.

He was about to ask the priest if the Valentine's Day event was over, but suddenly he remembered that there was a girl's voice just now.

He poked his head out from the back of the bench and saw Perna and Camelia on the bench in the front row, with their backs facing him.

"..."

Joseph raised his hand to greet the two of them, but heard Perna say:

"You shouldn't think that way. Everyone has the right to pursue their own love, especially a beautiful and lovely girl like you."

Joseph hesitated for a moment, feeling that they would think he was listening in the corner, so he slowly lay back on the bench.

"Thank you for your comfort." Camelia took a deep breath, as if she had made a lot of determination, and handed the love coupon in her hand to Perna, "Miss Perna, I know you also like Wang. Your Highness, and you are the one worthy of him.

"This love coupon is given to you. I hope it will bring you the love you expect."

Perna looked at the expensive love coupon in surprise, pushed it back and said softly:

"This... How can I accept this? It's too expensive. Besides, you should stick to your love. I think His Highness will not reject you."

Joseph opened his mouth wide. He seemed to have heard something he shouldn't have heard!

Camelia was obviously very surprised: "But, Miss Perna, don't you blame me for snatching His Highness from you?"

"Snatch?" Perna sighed, "Your Highness, how can he belong to me alone?"

She looked at the maid and smiled helplessly: "You also know that His Highness's wife can only be a princess. Even if he has me in his heart, I can only be his mistress at most...

"His Highness is so perfect and full of charm. In fact, as long as I can always be with him, it is already a gift from God. How can I expect to have him alone? "

Camelia hesitated for a long time, finally raised her head, looked at her, and whispered:

"So, I can also..."

"This is your right," Perna nodded, "If His Highness likes you, then you should be by his side, take care of him, and bring him happiness and peace of mind.

"Of course, this doesn't seem fair to you, but we have to endure something for love.

"You see, in fact, our fate is so similar. We are all attracted by a perfect soul and are willing to give everything for it."

Perna didn't know why she said this to Camelia. Maybe it was because the feelings in her heart had been suppressed for too long, and the latter was the one who could understand this feeling the most.

Camelia stood up and knelt down to Perna:

"You are really... so good. I finally understand why His Highness can't leave you. "

Joseph felt his brain was going to shut down.

Are all girls of this era so generous?

Even if it happened in the Eastern Empire, there would be at least dozens of episodes of palace fighting, and a lot of musk, aphrodisiacs and the like would be used. You are just talking about these things in such a friendly way?

Ah, no, it seems that the person they are talking about is me!

These little girls are too...

Joseph was suddenly stunned. He always subconsciously regarded them as little girls, but in fact, Perna seemed to be 19 years old, and Camelia would soon be 18.

And I am already 17 years old this year, and I will soon be an adult.

He subconsciously glanced at the muscles on his arms. Even if he really developed something with them, it seemed normal...

Somehow, Joseph suddenly thought, if he had to choose between Perna and Camelia, who should he choose?

Both of them are top beauties, with gentle and lovely personalities, and they are very good to me.

Ah... It's really a difficult problem!